by Multiple
Like hell she was. Reina gave her one last hard thrust and pulled out again, running her fingers across the wide hole she left behind. “Turn over,” she said, and ripped off her clothes.
By the time Jun was fully turned over, her blouse torn open and her skirt bunched around her waist, Reina had half her outfit on the floor, naked except for the blouse on her torso and the phallus on her crotch. “My mistress,” Reina growled as she breathed upon Jun’s face. That woman whimpered to hear her pet name. “I’m ready to come in you if you want to submit one last time.”
Jun grabbed her arms. “Do it. Please.”
Watching that pretty complexion contort in twisted pleasure gave Reina great joy as she pushed herself into Jun one last time.
It was a position so many straight people took for granted – a man between a woman’s legs, thrusting into her as she lay on her back and demanded relief. Reina enveloped her, joining their hips, embracing her, and covering that strained throat in kisses. She lost her sense of ownership, of her masculinity, and simply reverted to “Reina,” the person who loved women so much she wanted to bring them pleasure in the best ways she knew how. Reclaiming this bit of her femininity, she felt aieki drip down her thigh as her clit rubbed against the base of the phallus.
Beauty, sensuality, and mad, mad lust drove them both over the edge, Reina’s body filling with the kind of hormones most men wouldn’t know how to endure.
Yet Jun was the one who screamed first, her omanko tight around Reina’s phallus as she begged for it harder and deeper in those last few seconds of lucidity.
There were few women in the world Reina could fully relent to orgasm with. Those who knew every side of her sexuality, including the raging masculinity that wanted to take out its frustrations on women during sex. Now Jun, who witnessed Reina giving herself wholly, her voice leading into a crescendo of sexual relief.
When they crashed back to reality, Reina returned to herself. She let go her male ego, her masculine needs, and became Reina the woman once more.
Except Jun was not ready to release her. “No, no,” she murmured, clinging to Reina with arms and legs. “Stay inside me. Please.”
She didn’t understand why a woman would react like that; she could understand wanting to comply and stay inside this woman’s body.
They reached a point where Reina had to get up anyway to stretch her limbs, and together they finished undressing, flopping onto the pillows as Jun automatically curled up inside Reina’s embrace and rested her head on her lover’s chest. Reina unhooked the straps holding her phallus in place and let it fall over the edge of the bed.
“That was fantastic.” Jun slapped her hand on Reina’s chest, nuzzling against her breast. Their legs twisted together. “I can safely say that no other man felt that good.”
Reina welcomed Jun into her hold, but she could not pry her eyes off the ceiling. Maybe if she looked at Jun now, she would be trapped in a vortex of self-loathing and disappointment that it was over. For now.
“Did you enjoy it?”
Such a soft voice from a soft woman. I’m not soft. Jun often jokingly complained about her master’s angular features and bony body parts. But Jun was soft. She was lean and fit but her parts were round, easy to grab and fun to squeeze. Like what Reina thought a woman was about. “I did,” she said, trying to imitate that softness.
“I’m glad.” Jun kissed her lover’s chest, her nose tickling the top of Reina’s skin. “Are you going home tonight?” She pushed her legs between Reina’s, thigh brushing her omanko. “Goodness, you are wet.”
“I can stay a while. I’m tired now.”
“Me too.”
“We wore each other out.”
“Good.”
They lay in silence. Reina wanted a cigarette to smoke in their afterglow, but it wasn’t worth the effort to reach for her clothing and find her pack. It also wasn’t worth leaving Jun’s warmth. Reina stretched her free arm out above her head, touching the headboard and wondering what time it was.
She thought Jun had dozed off in the crook of her arm, but that soft voice shortly returned. “Is it so wrong that I enjoy this as much as I do?”
“Eh?” Reina lowered her arm. “What are you talking about? Of course it’s okay.” She was not in the mood for woman-fretting-about-having-sexual-desire. That was so passé. “Not everyone has sex the same way.”
“I know that.” Jun rolled over, pressing her hand to her forehead. “This whole being wholly submissive to someone I can trust... it feels strange, you know?”
“No.”
Jun sat up, the look on her face capable of making Reina laugh. Don’t feel like it, though. “You’ve never thought it weird to live life like that?”
“Why would I?”
“Maybe you’re lucky because no one has ever challenged you in the bedroom. Doing things like this… it makes me happy.”
Now Reina laughed, although it was a strained chuckle in her throat. “Guess I’m fortunate that I knew this shit before I got into a relationship with you.” Most women weren’t okay with the lifestyle Reina wanted to lead, dominating them when her gender dysphoria got the best of her. She kicked her legs over the side of the bed. “I need to head out. I…. had fun tonight.”
While Reina picked up her clothes and handled her straps with care, Jun pulled her legs up against her chest. “I had fun too. I guess that’s why I feel bad about it.”
Reina buttoned up her shirt and fought to get her underwear – sans phallus – on. She picked up the toy with her bare hand and began the trek to the bathroom. “I don’t like messing around with women who feel bad about it. So you better sort that out before we meet up again.”
Jun flopped onto her bed, curves bouncing and rolling with every movement. Don’t make me want you again so soon. There was no time for more play that night. “Yes ma’am.”
Reina opened the bathroom door and turned on the light. “You make a good sub. Next time I’ll appreciate being your master even more.” She winked at Jun before closing the door behind her. The last thing Reina saw was her lover covering her face in embarrassment.
***
“I am not watching porn with you.”
Jun checked that the AC cable was properly plugged into her laptop before responding to Reina’s assertion. “It’s not porn, it’s an erotic movie.” She aligned the screen for maximum visibility and brought up her movie player.
“That’s even worse. At least with porn it’s over in twenty minutes and there’s no plot.”
“Shut up. You said I could pick what we watch.”
Reina tossed her book of Sudoku puzzles on the bed beside her. They were both dressed in their pajamas, having showered separately after their long days at work. During dinner Jun suggested they relax that night by watching a movie. When Reina did not shut down that idea, Jun began rattling off Japanese titles, since she was tired of speaking English all day at her hotel job and knew Reina didn’t speak the language anyway. Reina did not choose any movie, leaving Jun to peruse her computer for something suitable.
So happened one of her favorite erotic movies was on her hard drive.
“Come on, you’ll like it. It’s hot.”
“Porn isn’t hot. It does absolutely nothing for me.”
“Mou.” Jun started the movie, kicking her legs behind her. Every time her foot landed on a pillow, Reina threatened to shove them away from her. “It’s not porn.”
“Like I said. That’s even worse.”
Jun hopped up on her knees while the movie began, blowing out her laptop speakers at the highest volume. It still wasn’t high enough to hear it properly.
The movie played whether Reina wanted to watch it or not. She sat cross-legged at the head of the bed, folding paper cranes out of notebook paper, which she periodically shot toward Jun’s head. Usually during a dramatic scene. Jun ignored her at first, until a tiny crane bumped her cheek while one female character professed her sexual attraction to another. Jun told he
r lover to buzz off, and the cranes stopped flying.
Every time a sex scene popped up Reina would groan, but not pleasurably. “They’re acting,” she said, when Jun asked her what the problem was. “This is why I hate porn. It’s all acting. I want to watch women who really want to do it together.”
“What about amateur?”
“That’s not much better.”
“Hmm.”
It wasn’t until the climactic sex scene between the two main characters that the movie finally had Reina’s attention.
Jun lay on her stomach, her face pressed against the screen. Behind her, Reina caught sight of something that interested her, and her nose appeared next to Jun’s ear. “Rewind that.”
“Eh?”
“I said rewind that.”
Jun placed her finger on the touchpad and took the scene back three minutes. “Like what you see?” she asked, as one character ripped the other’s bra off and slammed her against the wall.
“Those two are into each other.”
“They’re good actresses.”
“No, I mean they are clearly into each other. No actress kisses another like that if she’s not looking forward to getting into her… well would you look at that.” The dominant actress pushed her hand between the submissive’s legs and pretended to penetrate her. “Finger fucking.”
“It’s acting. They only pretend to do it for the movie.”
“No, I am pretty sure her fingers are in that woman’s pussy.”
“If you say so.”
Reina knew so, apparently. Within five minutes the two women were on the bed, naked, the submissive’s legs open while the other very clearly put her fingers into her lover’s omanko.
While Reina would never say out loud that this turned her on, Jun could still tell. By now she was quite knowledgeable about Reina’s arousal patterns, from the way she started breathing heavily through her nose to how her body tensed with anticipation. Then, as Jun hoped would occur, Reina put one arm around her lover and lowered herself atop her back and shoulders. She doesn’t even realize she’s doing it. Bless her horny heart.
When the kisses to her neck came pouring in, Jun said, “I am trying to watch a movie.”
Reina closed the laptop lid without looking up from the love bite she was in the midst of creating on Jun’s throat. Reina was always on top and always taking control. Like now.
“You’re too much,” Jun said, her lover’s hands up her shirt. “But not too much for me.”
Reina’s voice entered her ear. “You sure about that?”
It sent delightful shivers down Jun’s spine. “Depends on what you’re going to do to me.”
Their movements slowed, but the intent was the same. Don’t get me off too quickly. “It’s like that, huh?” Reina pushed her arms beneath Jun, raising her off the bed.
Those tingles in Jun’s gut didn’t come from anxiety. Those were the butterflies of desire pounding inside her. Hopefully they wouldn’t be the only things pounding her. “Remember when we took the taxi back here and you couldn’t keep your hands off me?”
“It was two weeks ago, so, yes.”
You made me get on my knees, and then you called me such dirty things while you fucked me like an animal. A beast. An insult to imply Reina was a mere animal. “Do that again.”
Reina gazed into Jun’s countenance. “What makes you think I want to do it like that?”
Such a low, powerful voice. The hectic nature of that day melted from Jun’s brain and sore muscles as she submitted beneath Reina’s weight. “Because it’s what we both want.”
It didn’t take much more convincing after that.
Reina slipped off the bed, begrudgingly, letting her fingers trail along Jun’s bare leg as they were separated. Jun rolled onto her side as she watched her lover root through her duffel bag. Something occurred to her.
“Let’s use the fun one.”
Dark eyes looked in her direction. “It would take me a few minutes to get ready.”
“I can wait.”
Reina disappeared into the bathroom with her bag. Knowing what was to come made Jun bounce onto her knees and get ready herself.
She began by putting the laptop safely away, far from kicking feet, swinging arms, and the undulations of sex. Once it was secure on the table, Jun searched her suitcase, looking for suitable clothing to entice Reina with. She’d prefer me buckass naked. Jun took off her yoga pants and changed into a pair of black sheer underwear anyway. She checked for wrinkles in the mirror and debated finding a sexy blouse to wear instead of her plain T-shirt.
“Leave it like that.”
Jun spun around, finding Reina across the room. She leaned against the wall, wearing the same clothes from before but a different demeanor. So that’s how she had to get ready. Reina had been prepared to have sex with Jun as a woman. Now she was ready to be a man again.
“It’s nothing special.” Was Jun blushing? Why? Because she was exposed in her natural element? Because Reina had a bulge in her pants that wasn’t there before?
“Might not be special.” Reina crossed her arms. “But it’s damn sexy.”
Jun stepped toward her but was held back with a raised hand, palm outward. “What is it?”
Reina gestured to her left. “Get on the bed and give me a show.”
“Eh?”
“You heard me.” Reina’s voice had a bite to it – Jun liked a good bite. “You want me hard, don’t you?”
“Preferably.”
“Then get your ass over there.”
The instinct to obey consumed Jun, knowing as she did what Reina must have in store. But there were other instincts as well. Instincts she acquired after spending so much time with Reina and learning what made her hard. So Jun walked to the end of the bed and said, “Wouldn’t you rather I…” Her eyes never left Reina’s crotch.
“No. Get on the bed. I wanna watch you make yourself wet.”
“I’m sure I’m already wet.”
“Am I mumbling?”
A harder bite, this one tearing into Jun’s flesh. She crawled onto the bed and rested her head on a pillow. Her body faced Reina, but her hands remained still.
Flickers of flames appeared as Reina lit a cigarette. She took a drag and said, “What are you waiting for? I want to see what you do when you’re alone.”
To say it was Jun’s first time touching herself with an audience was a fallacy. To imply it was a regular occurrence was a fallacy as well.
Think of what turns you on. Jun closed her eyes and pressed her hand between her legs. What turned her on? Right now it was the thought of Reina coming to fuck her. She would pry Jun’s legs open and slide between them, thrusting into her, bringing her to ecstasy with her skill and passion. She’ll let me escape into another world for a while. Jun’s fingers pushed beneath her underwear.
How Reina responded to this, Jun had no idea. To assuage her embarrassment, she pretended Reina wasn’t there, let alone watching her as she rubbed herself with both hands. I was right. She was already wet. It made it easier to penetrate herself with her fingers.
“Ah…” The more she touched herself, the less she was able to control her moans.
Cigarette smoke filled the room. After a while it was the only thing reminding Jun of her lover’s presence. Until she opened one eye and saw Reina holding her phallus through her shorts.
The next time Jun opened her eyes, Reina stood above her, sans cigarette.
“You’re a dirty girl,” she said, hand clutching Jun’s jaw. “Even with this clean skin, your heart and mind are impure.” There was a chuckle in her voice, the kind Jun sometimes heard in men who thought they owned their corner of the world. One of her old boyfriends used to talk that way. In retrospect, Jun realized she stayed with his self-centered ways for so long because he knew how to make her feel good in bed, even if for only the few minutes he could stay hard.
Reina didn’t have those problems. She was everything good about men, and everyt
hing good about women.
The bed creaked as Reina sat on the edge, hand still clutching Jun’s chin. “Are you wet?” That hand descended to her chest, flicking against her nipple through her shirt.
I definitely am now. A burst of aieki came out of her at this sensual touch. “Yes,” she said. “But I want to be wetter.”
Reina leaned down. Her nose was mere centimeters away from Jun’s. Pinned beneath nothing more than her lover’s might, Jun folded, her mind bringing forth the part of her that ached to submit to a woman like Reina, her lover, her master.
“Reina-sama.”
The hand snatched around her throat, not enough to choke her, but enough to give her that thrill jutting down her spine. Reina wouldn’t hurt me. She looked into those dark, foreboding eyes. Not like that. Reina would stop if Jun asked her to. Yet she didn’t want her lover to stop.
She wanted to go deeper into this world.
“If I am your master,” Reina said, the growl in her voice making Jun even wetter, “then what does that make you?”
“Whatever you want me to be, Reina-sama.”
A smile crept across that angular face. “I want you to be my mistress.”
“I want to be that too.”
“Good.” Reina lifted Jun’s shirt and kissed the nipple she touched only a moment before. It hardened between her lips. “Always good to be on the same page as your mistress.”
Reina kissed her, ducking her tongue beneath Jun’s and inhaling the tonsils out of her throat. Weight pushed onto Jun as her master rolled onto her and in between her legs. There was nothing forceful or overtly possessive about these motions – in fact, they seemed quite similar to their movements before Jun implored Reina to let them role-play. But she could feel the tension between them, the one dictating that Reina had control, and Jun did not need to worry about anything. That she would be well taken care of that night. “I will own you,” said the way Reina smashed against her lips. “I will do whatever I want with you, and you will like it,” promised Jun’s arms latching beneath her back. “I will make you feel things you never thought possible.” That last one made Jun react with a groan into Reina’s mouth.
