Between The Lines

by Drew Sera

  “So, do you take some male escort to the parties?” I asked her.

  Amy’s sweet laughter filled my ear.

  “Not at all. My God, how funny. No, I’ll be going solo. Well, Samantha will be there and her husband.”

  “Ah, so you’re their third wheel,” I teased as I edged the conversation towards playful talk.

  “I suppose I’m their tag along,” she joked back with me.

  Amy missed what I was playfully suggesting with my insinuating remark...so I thought I’d try again.

  “Have you ever had a threesome, princess?”

  I sat still, waiting for her answer. I would have been surprised if she had, though I was hoping.

  “No, my life is really quite dull,” she said while lightly laughing. “Our phone call the other night was about as exciting as my sex life has been.”

  “You can spice it up. Maybe you’d enjoy being a third wheel, or tag along as you call it, to a few play friends,” I tested the waters.

  Amy was laughing and said, “No, it would mess things up, I’m sure.”

  Okay, so she was open to it. I had some room to play with here. I pictured myself, Amy, and my little muse from the club. Fuck, that would be hotter than anything. She wasn’t outwardly shooting a threesome down, which fueled my fire. I felt myself harden as I pictured those two bound and restrained, accepting my paddling, and then accepting my cock up their asses.

  “Let me ask you, princess. Would you do it if you knew it wouldn’t mess up your friendships? That’s assuming you were friends with the other two.”

  Her laughter filled my ear again.

  “J.P., we’re talking about something so out there. I don’t have any friends aside from you and Samantha. I don’t have play partners. So, the chances of me even having the opportunity to be a third, probably would never appear.”

  She needed to experience a dungeon. I knew she had been into a few in her area while she was writing Dark Kiss. But she needed to experience a dungeon from the play perspective. She seemed hesitant to accept the fact that there was nothing wrong with having play partners.

  “There’s nothing wrong with exploring and having fun with another person; man or woman.”

  My heart started to pound because I was worried we wouldn’t see eye to eye on it being okay to explore and play, no matter the gender. She knows I have played with both genders and while I preferred dominating women, I’ve dominated a few young men in some club scenes.

  “I’m open to trying new things, J.P., it’s just that I don’t think I’d have a lot of luck finding people and building relationships with them to be play partners.”

  “I understand, princess. But use your dirty little mind and imagine. And I know that you have a dirty little mind.”

  Then the crafty little writer turned the conversation around.

  “How about you, J.P.? Have you ever had a threesome?” Amy playfully asked.

  I laughed for a moment and shook my head at her cute little question.

  “My dear, princess, there is very little that I haven’t done. Threesomes aren’t on the ‘things I have yet to experience’ list. I’ve had a lot of them.”

  “Somehow that doesn’t surprise me,” she said as she jabbed playfully.

  I thoroughly enjoyed flirting with Amy. We talked for a little bit about some of the threesomes that I’ve participated in, and I was ecstatic at her interest and questions regarding them. Since my friend from the club and I haven’t been talking much, I don’t really have any friends to talk about play scenes with. Amy’s interest made me feel good, and like I could be myself with her.

  “Have all of your threesomes been with women?” she asked.

  “My how our phone conversations have changed just over the past few nights,” I teased.

  “I like it,” she replied.

  I smiled and leaned back against the pillows and lazily traced my cock through my pants as I thought back to some of my threesomes. Since Amy knew that I had played before with women and men, I knew she didn’t object to my preferences and felt at ease with talking to her about it. Plus, she was curious...and there is something so sexually exciting to me about someone who is curious.

  “I’ve played with all variations at once; two women at once, two men and with a man and woman.”

  “Oh, do tell me about the two men,” she said.

  There was unmistakable excitement in her voice, and it encouraged me to share.

  “It was two unattached male submissives from my club. That particular night I felt feisty and wanted to be particularly heavy-handed. These two young studs were the perfect thing. They were both in their twenties and hung like horses.”

  “That sounds hot, J.P. What did you do with them? Did you dominate the scene or were you guys all on equal playing field?”

  I now had my hand in my pants, lightly stroking my hardening shaft as I thought back to the two young men.

  “Oh no, princess, I was calling the shots. In all my scenes, I dominate. Always. These two were a lot of fun to play with. They loved being humiliated, and I had an incredible time doing it. They each wore a heavy chain harness around their chests and backs. It was so easy for me to grab and pull. They each wore shackles around their wrists and ankles that were secured to iron D-rings on a wall. I marked those young men up really well that night.”

  “What did you use?”

  “Primarily, a flogger. Since they wore chains around their chests and backs, some of the chains blocked the strands of the flogger. When the chains were removed, the red marks that were sprinkled on their backs became visible. I also used a paddle on their asses and a dragon tail whip on the backs of their thighs. I adored every minute of it. I loved their glowing red asses and the tiny blood marks on the backs of their legs.”

  “And they enjoyed it, too?” she asked.

  “Very much. Both had raging hard-ons the entire time. After I had my fill of beating on them, I released one of them and watched him fuck the other one. After he came, he had to suck the other guy off.”

  “Shit, that sounds hot. And you stood there and watched?”

  “Yeah, and stroked my own hard cock. While the one guy sucked the other off, I stood between them and jacked off. As I announced that I was going to come, they knelt side by side, ready to accept what I was about to give them. I shot my load all over their faces and chests. God, what a night. Those two were fun.”

  “Wow, I have to say, that’s pretty hot,” Amy said.

  “Hot enough that your pretty little hand has found its way into your panties?” I playfully asked.

  “Mmm, possibly,” she teased.

  I could tell she was wet and horny.

  “Are your toys in your nightstand?”

  “Yes.”

  “Pull off your pajama pants, princess. This time I want you to pull your panties down to just above your knees. Lube up the butt plug and push it in. Let me know when it’s in, Amy.”

  “Yes, sir,” she replied.

  “Amy, Amy, Amy,” I made a tsking noise.

  “It’s in.”

  “Push the dildo in,” I instructed.

  “Mmm, God. It’s in, too.”

  I could picture Amy Andrews on her bed, legs bent at the knees, and her panties just barely pulled down. Naughty as fuck mental image.

  “I bet you look as sexy as sin on that bed with your panties pulled down. Get your vibe, naughty girl.”

  I listened to her lightly moan as her vibrator quietly buzzed in the background. Soon, my ears were filled with her yelling out her orgasm as I stroked myself. As she was panting into the phone, I shot cum all over my stomach and chest.

  “Fuck, that was sexy, Amy,” I breathed into the phone.

  “Did you just come?” she asked, out of breath.

  “I did,” I laughed.

  After we got off the phone, I took a picture of the cum on my torso and sent it to Amy. Hopefully, she wouldn’t find that to be too much or crossing the line. When I came back fr
om the bathroom, I had a text from her.

  Amy: I’d lick it off if I were there.

  J.P.: I’d grip your hair while you licked it off.

  I thought about how much the woman was become to me. I cherished our playful friendship. Tomorrow is a big day for her; a special day. I want to send her flowers for her release day but needed to bite the bullet and ask her for her address. I should have done it while we were on the phone, but I had cum all over my stomach. The thought of moving to find a pen at the moment wasn’t a priority. I sent her a text simply asking for it and moments later, I had it.

  Amy sent me a smiley face and said goodnight and I did the same. Before I fell asleep, I thought about how badly I wanted her. I wanted to do things to her though that I wasn’t sure she could handle. Even so, it didn’t make me want her any less.

  I woke up early and checked my email right away. Waiting for me was my delivery confirmation that the flowers would be delivered to Amy this morning for her book release. I picked out something very particular for Amy and was eager for her to receive them.

  Even though she said she’d give me a copy, I wanted to buy one to support her. I grabbed my tablet and headed to the kitchen. It was very early by most people’s standards, but I knew Amy would be up.

  While the coffee brewed, I took a picture of Dark Kiss as it sat waiting for me on my tablet’s bookshelf. I sent it to Amy and with a text.

  J.P.: Happy Dark Kiss day, princess.

  I set my phone down to retrieve a mug filled to the brim. I decided to spend a little time with Amy this morning instead of my usual workout routine. After all, today was a special day.

  When I returned to the kitchen table, I picked up my tablet and studied the cover of Dark Kiss. I really liked the cover. It’s not pretty and flirty looking like most romance covers. Though, this certainly was not her run of the mill romance; this was her dark romance debut.

  And I couldn’t wait to climb into it.

  I swiped my finger across the screen to “open” the book. After I moved past the copyright page and other bits of business, I found the dedication page. My mouth fell open.

  Dedicated to J.P. Without you, Dark Kiss wouldn’t be possible.

  I couldn’t believe she did that. Smiling ear to ear, I took a picture of it with my phone and sent it to her.

  J.P.: I can’t believe you did this. It was my pleasure to help you, princess.

  I loved this woman.

  Amy: Hi! Sorry for the text response delay. Sam just got here with her laptop for the day.

  I dialed her number for a quick call, and she answered on the first ring.

  “Hey, my romantic sadist. You’re up early, too.”

  “It’s release day,” I replied as if her release days caused me to get up early. “Thanks for the dedication, princess. I’m glad I made the spot.”

  “Well, you did help me with a ton of the book. You might be surprised to find that you’re sprinkled through the book,” she said.

  I could hear Samantha in the background. I knew it would be a busy day for her.

  “I won’t keep you from your big day, but I just wanted to tell you congratulations and that I’m proud of you, princess.”

  “Thank you, J.P. Yes, today will be busy. On release days, Sam comes over with her laptop to work. We watch sales and reply to readers and that sort of thing. It’s easier being in the same location so we’re not spending the whole day texting to one another.”

  “Makes sense. I work until 6:00 p.m. but will call you when I get home.”

  “Okay, that sounds great, and I’ll look forward to it. Thank you for calling this morning. It was nice to hear your voice at the kickoff of release day.”

  “Have a wonderful day, Amy. I will talk to you tonight.”

  When we hung up, I glanced at the time. I had an hour before I needed to leave for work. I decided to hurry and get ready and then begin Dark Kiss.

  During my lunch break, I sat in the break room and eagerly pulled out my phone while I waited for my soup in the microwave. I had a missed call and voicemail from Amy along with two texts. The first text was a picture of the purple roses that I had sent to her. They were in a black vase with purple speckles all over it and a large purple bow. They were perfect, and I was satisfied that the flower shop did such a beautiful job with my request.

  Amy: These are so beautiful! Thank you, J.P. You have made my day. They couldn’t have been more perfect.

  I listened to her voicemail next.

  “Hey, J.P., I don’t know what to say. These flowers are gorgeous, and they’re so ‘me.’ You are most definitely the most romantic man I know. The most sadistic too, but I absolutely adore you and love you to pieces. I’ll talk to you tonight. Hope you’re having a great day. Bye.”

  I listened to it another few times. She loved and adored me. I loved how she made me feel. While I finished my lunch, I sent her a text.

  J.P.: The flowers look great, and I’m glad you love them. And I adore and love you to pieces too.

  I re-read it before I hit send. I realized she could mean the part about loving me as a good friend but also as something more. And I was very pleased with either. I loved this woman and wanted her in my life.

  Chapter 19

  March

  Amy

  I sat in the terminal sipping my coffee and was chatting with Samantha while we waited to board our flight to South Carolina for the book event in Myrtle Beach. Samantha’s husband, Ryan, sat next to her and was playing a card game on his phone. Since so much of my work is actually done on a cell phone, killing time with one in hand isn’t exciting or relaxing to me.

  Samantha knew that my evening phone calls with J.P. had definitely taken a turn and I’ve told her about the play sessions while he and I talked.

  “So, did you and J.P. have a quickie this morning before Ryan and I picked you up?” Sam playfully asked.

  I gave her my best “I’m shocked and offended you would suggest such a thing,” look. She wasn’t buying it and rolled her eyes at me.

  “Any man that can get you to take something up your ass on your own free will is something special,” Samantha commented loudly enough that probably anyone sitting near us could hear.

  I stared at her with wide eyes as the warmth spread from my forehead to my neck. Ryan even looked up at us, and Samantha felt she had to continue on and defend her comment.

  “What, Ry?”

  “Why don’t you just broadcast it, Sam? Or post it on Facebook: author Amy Andrews only takes it up the ass for her sadist,” Ryan mocked.

  I held my hand up, silently begging them to stop.

  “No shame in that, Aims. Samantha loves being fucked in the ass. She likes it when I pull her hair while I’m doing it,” Ryan teased.

  Sam now had red cheeks but was smiling as Ryan laughed from his announcement. Ryan went back to his cell phone game while Samantha leaned back in her chair, and we started looking on her cell phone for different adult toys.

  “Oh, this one, Aims. You have to get this one.” Samantha tilted her phone a bit more so that I could get a clear visual of a glass butt plug that had beaded nodules and veiny lines on various spots on it. “I love mine. These little raised beads, or bumps, are to die for.”

  I nodded, and she added it to the cart along with a few other naughty toys. While she did some shopping with Ryan’s input, I sent a text to J.P. and found the link of the new toy. I ordered a few last week with his help, and by the time I get home from South Carolina, I should have them.

  Amy: Here’s what I’ve been doing while waiting to board our plane.

  With the text I added the link to the glass butt plug with the beaded nodules and veins. I quickly checked some emails and stopped when I saw J.P.’s incoming text.

  J.P.: That’s a nice one. I think I turned you into an ass addict, princess.

  Amy: Maybe so. They just called our group to begin boarding so I’m going to put the phone away. By the way, I just may have packed the fa
t, cock shaped butt plug and some lube.

  I smiled as I hit the “send” button. I held the phone in my hand just in case he sent one last text before I had to put the phone in airplane mode.

  J.P.: Perfect. Your ass will be craving it during your flight. As soon as you get to your hotel, I want you to strip out of those clothes. Get on the bed on your knees, head on the mattress, ass in the air. Push that plump ass plug in and rub your clit until you come. And princess, I want you to do an audio recording of it. Then text it to me. When I get home from work tonight, I want to hear how you made yourself come like the naughty ass slut you are.

  Oh...my...God. I re-read his text several times before Sam nudged me in the arm. She had been reading it with me while we waited in line.

  “You should text back ‘yes, sir,’”

  I frowned and shoved her to turn around and face the front of the line while I sent a text as I walked down the ramp to the plane.

  Amy: Yes, sir. And for the record, that made me wet.

  J.P.: Good. I want you wet and aching when you land. And for the record, it’s ‘Sir’ with a capital ‘S.’

  I couldn’t help but smile the entire way to my seat. I got myself situated by the window, then Samantha took the middle seat and Ryan had the aisle. I stared at J.P.’s text a few more times before I put away the phone.

  Samantha was talkative, as usual, and I finally told her that I was going to take a five-hour nap. I wasn’t really tired but just wanted to have some alone time with my thoughts of J.P. Damn, he was sexy. He knew how to turn me into liquid mush with just his words.

  As we waited in baggage claim, I felt incredibly embarrassed that Sam saw the text from J.P. Maybe with a little luck, I wouldn’t hear her mention it again.

  “Amy, is this your bag?” I looked up as Samantha was pointing to my bag on the conveyer belt. “Is this the bag that has the cock shaped butt plug in it?” she teased.