Trying to figure out how and when to broach the subject of the BDSM with Nicole was a challenge. They hadn’t been expecting that she’d have no experience with men, and the revelation that she was a virgin had shocked Shay. How did a girl as good looking as Nicole get to be twenty-three years old and not have had sex? Ever. Or even a boyfriend. He figured the best thing to do was to take it slow. He wasn’t sure of her reaction when he told her he’d spank her. Had she been excited or scared? It was something they’d have to explore together.
Remy excused himself to go to the bathroom, and Nicole took the opportunity to slide into the seat beside Shay. The smell of her was intoxicating, and her green eyes sparkled in the candlelight. He had to fight not to kiss her right there.
“You’re awfully quiet,” she said.
“I just like watching you and Remy. He’s much better with the chitchat than I am.”
A mischievous smile played across her lips. “You’re pretty good with your mouth though.”
He groaned. “Remy’s dirty mind is rubbing off on you.”
“It’s not the only thing I’d like rubbed off on me.”
Shay laughed. “I’m in deep trouble if you turn out to be half as bratty as he is.”
“Why’s that?”
His smile faded and he searched her face for a moment. Maybe there was no time like the present. “Nicole, do you know much about BDSM?” She shook her head. “It’s basically a lifestyle that some people choose which usually involves some form of dominance and submission. Though each person has their own approach to it. With me so far?”
Her eyebrows crinkled together as she frowned. “I’m not sure.”
“I’m a Dom, or a Dominant. I like to be in control. Actually, I need to be in control. Especially in the bedroom. I give orders, and I give punishments when those orders aren’t followed.”
Comprehension spread across her face. “That’s what you meant about the spanking, isn’t it?”
“Yes. There’s more to it than that, though. I have certain…routines that I like to follow in bed. Remy has been my sub for years now and he knows them, but he still likes to challenge me sometimes because he enjoys the punishment.”
Her eyes widened. “He enjoys it?”
“Most subs do,” he replied. “A sub needs to have somebody else take control. But you haven’t had a chance to form any sexual preferences yet, so it’s hard to say what you’ll enjoy.”
She bit her lip and lowered her eyes in a sexy way that made Shay want to grab her and fuck her right there on the table. “I enjoyed what we did last weekend,” she said.
The urge to kiss her was overwhelming, but Shay knew that this wasn’t the place. “Let’s get out of here. I need to kiss you.”
Grabbing her hand, Shay asked the waiter to tell Remy they were in the car, and then he dragged her to the parking lot, grateful they’d left the car in a darker corner. When they reached it, he lifted her up and pressed her back to the car, and his lips to hers. Her ass was firm and supple, and when she wrapped her legs around his waist, his erection was pressed up against her sweet pussy. He pinned her hands behind her head and pushed his tongue into her mouth, loving the moans and whimpers she made. What was this girl doing to him? He never thought he’d want another woman, not after finding the love of his life in Remy, but there was something about her that had him completely captivated. And knowing that he and his husband could share her was the buttercream frosting on the cake.
Shay moved his lips to her neck, sucking her soft skin into his mouth where he bit down gently, marking her, claiming her. She was his and he wouldn’t let her go. Her cries spurred him on, and he lifted her higher so he could plant kisses along her collar bone and down into the hint of cleavage displayed by the V-neck of her blouse.
“Couldn’t even wait until you were in the car, could you?”
Shay’s head snapped up, and he saw Remy standing at the driver’s door. “We need to get her home, or I’m going to fuck her right here.” Her gasp brought a smile to his lips. Though he hated to let her out of his arms for even a moment, he took comfort in the fact that they were less than five minutes from his house. Setting her down, he helped straighten her skirt before opening the door for her to slide into the passenger seat. He got behind the wheel and peeled out of the parking lot. He’d never been so eager to get home in his life.
Once they reached the house, Shay wasted no time in getting Nicole pressed up against the wall. He’d managed to get his hand up under her skirt and his fingers brushed against her pussy lips, through the damp material of her nylons and panties when she asked him to stop.
“Stop?” he grumbled. “Why?”
Her sweet smile and tender expression melted his heart a little. “Call me old-fashioned, but I don’t want my first time to be up against a wall.”
Of course. He was so desperate with desire that for a moment, he’d forgotten that she was a virgin. It’d been a long time since he’d felt so out of control and it scared him. He set her down, and then looked around for his partner. “Where’s Remy?”
“He went upstairs,” she said.
Shay took her hand and led her up the stairs and into their bedroom. Sure enough, Remy was there, sitting in the armchair in the corner.
“Took you long enough,” he said with a wink. Shay flipped him off as he led Nicole to the bed.
The soft lighting made her skin glow and her eyes sparkle. He stroked the velvety softness of her skin, and he felt her trembling. “I’m going to take your clothes off,” he said. “Then I want you to lie in the middle of the bed with your hands behind your head. Do you understand?” She nodded. “When we’re in here, and I ask you a question, I want you to answer ‘Yes, Sir,’ or ‘No, Sir.’ Do you understand?”
There was a slight hesitation and a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. He held his breath while he waited for her response. “Yes, Sir.” Relief coursed through him, but only for a moment before his desire reasserted itself. He kissed her, just a gentle brush of his lips on hers. Then he began to work the buttons on her blouse, his movements slow, controlled. After he undid the last one, he pulled it open to reveal the most perfect breasts he’d ever seen, beautifully encased in black lace. They rose and fell with her breathing, and for a few moments, he could only stare. Then he pushed the blouse down her arms until it was free of her body. He laid it carefully across the chair beside the closet, taking care not to leave it rumpled. Next, he unzipped the skirt, slid it down her legs, and she stepped out of it. The skirt joined the blouse on the chair. When Shay peeled her nylons off, he did it slowly, caressing the bare skin as it was exposed. After laying the nylons alongside the blouse and skirt, he looked at her standing still and silent before him, wearing only the bra and a matching thong.
He traced a finger across her collar bone and then down between her breasts. Shay hesitated for a moment at the clasp, and then dropped his hands. She’d been obedient while he removed her clothes, but he needed her to take this step, to bare herself fully to him as an acknowledgment that she was ready.
“Take off your bra and panties.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her breathy voice caressed him, like a whispering breeze, leaving him tingling. She reached up to the clasp on her bra and then opened it, her breasts popping into view as she took down the straps. He held out his hand for the garment and she handed it to him. He’d been right about them being perfect. The rosy nipples stood hard and waiting for him. He’d get to them soon enough. As she shimmied out of the thong, his gaze dropped to her pussy, which he hadn’t really looked at during their previous encounter, and was surprised to see that she had shaved.
“You shaved.”
“Yes, Sir. I thought you would like it.” She gazed down, biting her lip and hunching her shoulders slightly.
“I do.” Her smile was breathtaking. “Lie down in the middle of the bed,” he reminded her.
“Yes, Sir.” Shay took the panties and bra and laid them with her other clothes befor
e turning back to her. As he removed his own clothing, he just stared at the woman before him. Her red curls fanned out on the pillow, and her creamy skin stood in stark contrast to the deep blue satin sheets. She was a feast to be savored and enjoyed, but his cock strained for release, more eager than ever now that he was so close. He hung up his jacket and put the rest of his clothes into the hamper as quickly as he could, and then went to stand beside the bed.
“Look at me, Nicole,” he said.
She turned her head, and he heard a hitch in her breathing when she saw him. Her eyes moved down his body until they reached his cock, standing ready.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, eyes going wide. “That won’t seriously fit inside me, will it?”
He grinned. “It will,” he replied. “Your body was designed to take it in, and it may be uncomfortable at first, but you’ll adjust quickly. But we haven’t talked protection yet. Remy and I have been monogamous for the last 5 years and we’ve both got a clean bill of health. There’s just pregnancy to worry about. We picked up condoms if you’d like to use them.”
“I’m on the pill, Sir.”
Shay climbed up on the bed, and knelt over her. “I’m glad to hear it. But why is a Catholic virgin on the pill?”
“It keeps my periods regular so I didn’t have any surprises during a competition.”
He lowered his head and kissed her gently. She moved her arms and began to put them around him but he stopped, grabbed them and pinned them above her head, bringing a gasp from her. “No hands.”
“But I—”
A gentle slap to her ass, or the side of it anyway, and she quieted. “I said no hands. Do you understand?”
She swallowed. “Yes, Sir.”
He kissed her again. “Spread your legs.” She obeyed instantly and he reached between them to find her pussy dripping. He stroked her a few times with his fingers before he grabbed his cock and positioned it at her entrance. “Look in my eyes,” he said. “Are you sure about this?”
She swallowed again and then whispered, “Yes, Sir.”
He watched her face as he began to slide into her, taking it slowly, but her eyes began to scrunch up. “It’s okay, sweetheart. It doesn’t hurt for long.” She bit her lip and nodded. Shay pushed further into her, feeling that last barrier give way. God, she was tight! But she was wet, and it allowed him to slide all the way in without too much discomfort. He held still for a moment, staring into her eyes. “Your cunt is so warm, and wet, and tight,” he said. “You feel so great. Are you okay?”
“Yes, Sir!”
“Good.” He withdrew until just the tip of him remained inside of her, and then pushed forward again, keeping the thrusting slow, both to give her time to get used to it, and to prolong his performance. He wanted to just pound her, but for her first time, needed to take it easy. Her little grunts of pain had turned to moans.
“It feels good!” she cried. “Oh, Shay, you feel so good!”
He took that as encouragement, and began to pick up the pace. Wanting to make sure she came, he released her hands. “Keep them above your head, or I’ll stop,” he warned.
“Yes, Sir!”
Slipping his hand between their bodies, he began to massage her clit with his thumb as he continued his thrusting. Her moans became cries of pleasure, and Shay loved that he could do this for her. The louder she cried, the faster he fucked her, until she screamed out and her cunt began to clench wildly on his cock. On the brink of his own orgasm, he withdrew and knelt over her as his cum shot all over her tits and stomach.
“Fuck!” he cried, gasping for breath. Nicole did the same, and her eyes shone with tears.
“Nicole?” he lay down beside her and pulled her close to him. “Are you okay, sweetheart? What’s wrong?”
“I’ve just never felt anything like that in my life,” she whispered. “God, Shay, that was incredible.”
He laughed and then tried to kiss her but she pulled her head back. “Am I allowed to put my arms around you now?”
His smile faded. Planting a quick kiss on her forehead, he said, “I’m going to hit the shower while Remy has his turn.”
“Shay—”
He closed the bathroom door, blocking out the rest of her words.
Chapter 11
Nicole stared at the bathroom door, stunned. She tried to understand what happened but kept drawing a blank. She’d allowed Shay to take complete control but as soon as she tried to hug him, he ran out? She’d given him her virginity!
Remy came into view, naked, but Nicole was too upset to appreciate the view. He crawled up beside her on the bed and gathered her close, tucking her head under his chin.
“Can I hug you?” she asked, more bitterly than she’d intended.
“Absolutely,” he replied.
Nicole wrapped her arms around him as the tears ran down her cheeks. “What did I do wrong, Remy?”
He kissed her forehead and sighed. “You were perfect. More perfect than we dreamed you’d be.” He tilted her head up. “Shay has some quirks.”
“No shit.”
Remy chuckled. “He’s not big on words, but I am. You are the most beautiful woman, and though he didn’t say it, I know he thinks so, too. Watching you make love with Shay was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. And I hope I get to see it again.” He sighed again and ran his hand through his hair. “I should have tried to explain some of this earlier. You wouldn’t have been so surprised.”
“He told me that he’s a Dom. That he likes to have control,” she said. “I don’t understand everything yet, but I tried to do what he asked. Is it wrong for me to want to hold him?”
“It’s not wrong at all, but he doesn’t like it. I’m honestly shocked he did it face-to-face at all.”
“But I’ve hugged him before. Why is he like this?” Quirky was the kindest word Nicole could come up with for Shay’s hang-ups. Why would he object to being held, or making love face-to-face? It had excited her to follow his orders, and she’d tried very hard to please him, but clearly there was a lot more to it than she knew.
“You were never in the bedroom before, and here especially, he’s very sensitive about it.”
“But why?”
“It’s not my story to tell,” Remy replied. “And please don’t go bugging him about it. He’ll tell you when he’s ready. Just being with you is a huge step for him.”
“And guys think women are hard to figure out,” she muttered.
“Well, I’m not so complex,” Remy said with a laugh. He traced circles on her back, each one drifting a little lower until he reached her ass. She moaned softly and arched into him, electric jolts travelling straight to her pussy.
“Are you feeling up to another round?” Remy’s voice was low and husky.
“I think so,” she said with a giggle.
“Let me check.” Pushing her onto her back, he slid a hand between her legs, probing her folds. She moaned when his fingers brushed her clit. “I think maybe I should warm you up a bit more.”
His mouth on hers was light and teasing and it wasn’t long before he was kissing her neck, and then he drifted lower, until he reached her nipple and sucked it into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the very tip.
“Remy,” Nicole said with a moan. “That feels so good.”
His tongue traced circles around the rosy peak, sending waves of pleasure to settle between her legs, as though there was a direct connection between her boobs and her clit. Taking his hand from between her legs, he spread some of her juices on her other nipple, pinching it, and gently rolling it between his fingers. Then he moved his mouth to that nipple, lapping up the pussy juice he’d coated it with.
The attention Remy gave her breasts had her dripping again and she loved being able to run her fingers through his hair as he continued to lick and suck at her nipples. She could feel the tension growing in her belly and wished he would rub her clit like Shay had. She needed to come again. Her hips began to lift off the bed, and by wiggl
ing a little, she managed to rub herself against the leg he had positioned between her thighs.
“Does your clit need some attention?” Remy asked.
“Yes, please,” she said.
He smiled, kissed each nipple once more and then began to plant kisses down her stomach. When he reached her belly button, he paused to thrust his tongue into it a few times, though it wasn’t until he began to lick in circles on her lower abdomen that she realized he didn’t intend to use his fingers on her. Of course she’d heard of oral sex. She hadn’t been completely sheltered, but she’d never really expected it.
“Remy,” she said as his lips reached her mound. “Are you sure that’s okay?” She hadn’t cleaned up since fucking Shay, and she worried that she wouldn’t smell or taste good. She didn’t want to see the look of disappointment on his face.
He looked at her, inhaling deeply, and then a grin spread across his face. “It’s perfect, Nicole. Let me do this for you.”
She lifted up on her elbows and looked down as he lowered his mouth to her pussy and gasped at the intensity of the pleasure he gave her. She had enjoyed Shay’s manual stimulation, but it paled in comparison to the warm wetness of Remy’s mouth and tongue. She stared in fascination at his lips and tongue, alternately licking and sucking at her clit, building the tension higher and higher, the feeling becoming more familiar. He slid two fingers into her, stroking her deep inside, the pressure in her belly reaching a boiling point. The more he worked on her, the more she needed that orgasm. Her hips began to buck against his face, almost of their own accord, and she was a little embarrassed at how desperate she must seem. But she couldn’t stop, not when his tongue was so close to pushing her past that final peak.
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