Double Dom Fantasies

by Cassidy Browning

  Before she could turn her head to see what Crash was up to, she felt a tongue on the bare skin of her labia. He pushed inside, his tongue separating her folds and searching for the sensitive nub inside.

  It was incredibly intense and intimate, feeling Crash’s tongue going inside her and then emerging to stroke her clit while AJ advanced, his enormous cock just in front of her face. It was almost as if she were a toy they were playing with, a prize instead of a person.

  But that wasn’t a bad feeling. She didn’t feel as if she were being abused. She was giving them pleasure, allowing them to use her body however they wanted. They owned her as surely as if she were a pet or a tool, and she felt wonderfully honored to be theirs. She yearned to give them everything in her power, turn over every molecule of her being to them for their pleasure and benefit.

  She opened her mouth, and AJ slid inside, the skin of his cock soft and silky over the unyielding solidity underneath. There was a drop of pre-cum on the tip, and she felt it glide onto her tongue, its sweet saltiness amplifying the submissive zone she was already in. She began to suck vigorously, her tongue swirling over and around his cock, encouraging him to use her, to give her every possible drop of himself.

  Crash continued licking and biting her clit as she pulled at AJ’s dick, feeling the ecstasy of each, a new orgasm building and increasing with her alternating awareness of sensation. When she came, it was as if the world shook around her, taking her body on a surge of rapture. She’d never felt so open, although she was perfectly grounded, too, between the two men who loved her.

  * * * *

  AJ felt her orgasm. She strained under him, sucking hard at his dick, making him feel as though she could pull his essence into herself. He held on, not wanting to come yet, watching Crash raise his head finally, a smile on his face as if he’d eaten the best meal of his life.

  “We’re not done yet,” he told Buffy as she reached for him, obviously wanting to give him his release. He pulled away from her, smiling at her disappointed expression. “There’s something I want to try, and I think this is an excellent opportunity. Buffy, would you sit up and let me get behind you? I want very badly to fuck your gorgeous ass. Do you think you can handle that?”

  Her face went blank. “I don’t know, Sir. I haven’t tried it before.”

  “I’ll go slowly, I promise,” he said, sliding his arms around her. He pulled her in to him, and she rested trustingly against his chest. She was so small, so soft and round, so perfect. He held her for a moment, then encouraged her to get on her hands and knees. When she was positioned, he took the lube that Crash had retrieved from the bathroom and put some on his finger so he could explore and begin to open her up.

  She gasped as he slid a finger inside her little rosebud but didn’t complain.

  “That’s it, sweetheart,” he said, stroking her back with one hand. “Just relax and let me in. It will work just fine, I promise. Let me know if it gets to be too much.”

  She panted and moaned a little but seemed to be following his instructions as he pulled his finger back out and added more lube to the area, preparing it for his entry.

  She was so tight around him. Warmly, deliciously tight. He told her to flatten her back until he could get inside, and it only took a minute before he was in place, his cock held in a hot grip that threatened to send him over the edge before they got properly started.

  His voice sounded a little strained as he instructed Crash to get underneath Buffy. He put an arm around her waist to help support her as she lowered herself onto Crash. He could feel her get even tighter as she was filled with both of them. She stopped, panting a little.

  “Are you okay?” Crash peered up into her face, reaching for her shoulders.

  “It’s—like nothing I’ve ever felt before,” she murmured, holding very still. “I wouldn’t have thought it was possible.”

  “I agree with that,” AJ said, beginning to move, very slowly. “Crash, let’s alternate our strokes at first. Only for a minute, though. I want to try both ways, and I don’t think I’m going to last long.”

  “Me, either. Sounds good,” Crash agreed, and they both began to slide back and forth. AJ could feel his own movement countered by Crash going the opposite direction. The double stimulation rocketed him even closer to the edge, and he gasped, “Okay, together now.”

  Crash matched his thrusts with AJ’s then, and Buffy moaned, her head dropping forward onto Crash’s chest. After only a few more seconds, AJ stiffened, straining against Buffy’s ass, his penis beginning to pulse with the onslaught of his orgasm.

  Crash made an inarticulate noise, and AJ felt a new throbbing as they came together inside their woman. She cried out and joined them, her body shaking and unintelligible sounds coming from the hair that fell over her face. AJ thought he heard his own name, but then it seemed to be mixed with the word “Crash,” followed by a mumbled “—love you both.”

  He pulled out and collapsed beside Crash. Buffy rolled slightly so that she was on top of both of them, her head and one arm draped across Crash’s chest and her backside resting on his abdomen.

  It seemed like a good time and place for a nap. Buffy already seemed to be most of the way asleep, and AJ felt drowsy postcoital chemicals coaxing his eyes to close. He put a languid hand on Buffy’s ass and whispered, “We love you, too, sweet Buffy,” as he succumbed to sleep.

  Chapter 24

  “It’s time to get ready for the dungeon party.”

  Buffy came awake with a start, wondering why Crash was in Carly’s apartment. Then she felt a movement behind her and realized that not only was she not in Carly’s apartment, but she’d had mind-blowing sex with AJ and Crash again.

  Only this time when she’d woken up, they were still there. Apart from her embarrassment, that seemed like an improvement. Maybe it was actually real this time.

  Of course, it wasn’t fair to say it hadn’t been real last time. There had been a valid reason for them not to have been there, although she would have preferred them to wake her up so she could have gone with them. That would have saved a world of hurt feelings and misunderstandings.

  “Come on, you slugs,” Crash’s voice insisted. She would have to talk to him about the proper way to address a lady, she thought drowsily. But then she giggled and realized that she kind of liked the way he addressed her. It was Crash. Playful but sweet.

  AJ sighed and patted her ass, making her pussy tingle. She immediately felt much more alert. She opened her eyes to see Crash standing in front of her, fully dressed, hands on his hips, regarding her sternly.

  She became very aware that she was still naked, especially when AJ rolled over and stood up, heading for the bathroom. He still had his shirt on, although his penis peeked out from underneath it, adorably. She resisted the urge to follow him and turned back to Crash, who seemed to require her attention more.

  “Buffy, I think it’s time we established the structure of our relationship,” he said, pointing to the floor in front of him.

  “Didn’t we do that before?” She slid off the bed and curled against his legs, looking up.

  He said nothing, only raising his eyebrows and regarding her.

  “I mean, didn’t we do that before, Sir?”

  “That’s better. Now please, on your knees, hands behind your back. We need to establish protocols.”

  AJ poked his head out of the bathroom door, a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth. “Protocols?” he repeated around it. “Impressive. That’s a big word for you.”

  “I know a lot of big words,” Crash informed him, still looking at Buffy, who was positioning herself as requested. “One of them is negotiation. Do you remember that word, Buffy?”

  “Um, yeah.”

  “And do you remember when we negotiated a scene—was it only a few days ago? I would have sworn it was at least a year.”

  A scene? Buffy searched her memory. When had they negotiated—

  Shit. She remembered. The negotiation class. Bo
ndage. Scratching? What else had there been?

  “Kind of,” she admitted.

  “That was only theoretical,” AJ protested from his doorway.

  “Yes, but things have changed a lot. Do you trust us, Buffy?”

  “Yes,” she said slowly, feeling as if the blood was draining out of her head.

  “Are you interested in being submissive to us?

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Are you interested in experimenting with BDSM?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Was there anything in that scene that you would be unwilling to do?”

  She thought desperately. There hadn’t been anything horrible in the scene. She remembered thinking that it was only the fact that she was discussing it with them that made it seem alarming.

  “No, Sir,” she said finally, deciding that even if Sami had been terrified, Buffy could face whatever it was. These guys weren’t going to do anything extreme or dangerous. It was a public dungeon where she could get help if things got out of hand. But she wasn’t particularly worried about things getting out of hand. She really did trust them.

  “As I recall, there was a little confusion about the nudity issue. Are you willing to take your clothes—all of them—off during a scene with us?”

  She gulped. Two weeks ago if someone had asked her to take off all her clothes in public, she’d have slapped their face and maybe called the police. Now she realized that it didn’t seem like an offensive or even a strange question. She had a strong desire to belong to them, to please them, to give them whatever they wanted. If it would make them happy for her to be naked in public, she knew she could do it.

  Her voice didn’t feel like it wanted to work, but she forced the words out. “If it would please you, Sir.”

  He placed a hand on her head, and they stared at each other in silence for a minute. It seemed to Buffy that all she would ever need in the future was this feeling that her Doms were happy with her.

  AJ came out of the bathroom and stood beside Crash. “Our little sub is beautiful, isn’t she?” he said.

  “She is,” Crash agreed. “You realize, don’t you, little Buffy, that you’re not going to get away from us again?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She bent her head, overwhelmed by the depth of her feeling for them.

  “Poor girl. Do you have any idea what you’re letting yourself in for? I almost feel sorry for you.” AJ put a finger under her chin and raised her head, bending down to kiss her on the lips.

  “Okay, then.” Crash sounded satisfied as he helped her to her feet and kissed her, too. Then he turned her and gave her a swat on the ass. “Wear the outfit you had on earlier. No underwear. We need to leave in about twenty minutes.”

  * * * *

  Buffy wondered if she would ever stop being nervous at knowing she was going to a BDSM club. She had a wrap covering the chain-mail top the guys had bought her so her nipples wouldn’t be so obvious. She thought she remembered that Cassie, the chain-mail girl, had said something about it being a Japanese six-in-one weave and assured her that it was very flattering. The skirt, on the other hand, was much shorter than she was used to, and she was definitely not comfortable yet with going without panties. Every time her hand strayed down to tug at the hem, AJ swatted it away.

  She knew she should have insisted on sitting in the backseat, but Crash had ordered her to sit up front. She felt like a traitor to the feminist movement by not being outraged being given orders. Instead, she was so wet by it that she was afraid she would ruin her new skirt. Reaching down, she tugged at the hem yet again.

  “Don’t make me stop this car, missy. I will give you a spanking on the side of the road,” AJ said. His voice was stern, but there was a twinkle in his eye.

  “He’d do it, too,” Crash interjected from the backseat. “He was raised by wolves, you know. No socialization at all. Very sad.”

  Buffy knew AJ was joking, but she put her hands in her lap and tried to look as irreproachably innocent as possible. Whenever she thought about walking into the club behind AJ and Crash as their submissive, a wave of happiness would overtake her, despite her trepidation about the way she was dressed. She held her head high, knowing that her Dominants would be the biggest, sexiest men in the club. At that moment she was willing to do anything they asked to make them happy. She knew they loved and respected her and wouldn’t ask her to do anything she wasn’t able to. Her submission would make them proud.

  She rode in silence for a few minutes before her old doubts began to creep back into her mind. She started imagining all of the things they could ask, if they were different men. Butterflies invaded her stomach like a conquering army, turning her happiness into panic. Her eyes widened as she struggled to remember the class a million years ago where they had negotiated a play scene. She knew her breathing had become fast and shallow as vague memories of oral sex and vibrators floated through her mind, but the rest was a blur. What had she agreed to? She should have insisted on a completely new negotiation. Then it occurred to her to wonder if she even had that right as a submissive? But that was silly. Of course she had the right to renegotiate, she told herself sternly. Every one of the instructors this last week had stressed how everything in this lifestyle was about consent.

  She jumped as Crash’s hand came to rest gently on her right shoulder. He leaned forward from the backseat to whisper in her ear, “It’s okay, pet. Relax and breathe. We aren’t going to sacrifice you to the kinky gods tonight, you know.”

  “That’s right. I think human sacrifices aren’t on the schedule until next week. We’ll have to look at our calendars to see if we can come back and participate.” AJ winked at her from the driver’s seat.

  “Gee, thanks, Sir. So gracious of you,” she said, trying to match his light tone.

  Ignoring AJ’s interruption, Crash continued. “In fact, goofball there and I were talking while you got ready that we were just going to cuddle and watch others play tonight and do our scene tomorrow at the party in the barn at Clifftop, if they get to have it, that is. You kind of wore us out earlier.”

  His warm chuckle in her ear sent a shiver down her spine and straight between her legs. She loved the way their voices pulled at things deep inside of her, and she calmed and rubbed the side of her head against his cheek.

  “Yes, Sir.” With a huge sigh of relief, she settled deeper into her seat and hugged his arm around her. His size was amazing, she realized. He was able to hug her tight even with the seat between them.

  “So just relax and enjoy the evening.” His fingers wandered to the hem of her skirt and started to slip under the soft material.

  “That’s easy for you to say,” Buffy muttered. Then she said more loudly, “You guys get to wear clothes.”

  “Oh, trust us. No one wants to see us naked,” AJ said. “Besides, they’ll all be too busy admiring you. In that outfit, you’ll be the fashion hit of the party.”

  Buffy smiled at him. “I can think of at least one person, besides me, of course, that would want to see the two of you less clothed.”

  “I don’t think I would be so cocky if I were you,” Crash told her.

  “Oh, why not?”

  “Because Lucy seems to have set her sights on Susan now. She hasn’t come on to me in days, and I thought I heard Greg saying that Phoenix was going to give the four of them some private instruction tonight. That might be fun for us to watch.”

  “Sure,” AJ agreed. “I’m glad to hear that. I was beginning to worry about her sanity and taste in men.”

  “Hey! Are you saying I have bad taste in men, too, then? I’m with you two,” Buffy pouted playfully.

  “No, no. Not at all,” AJ backpedaled quickly, looking at Crash in the rearview mirror for help.

  Crash just laughed. “So, how’s that foot taste there, buddy?”

  Deciding to let him off the hook, Buffy jumped in. “I’m just glad I don’t have to fight her off to get you two for myself. Although I worry that if we are going to do this poly
thing I may have to look for another woman. I’m not sure I’m strong enough to keep up with the both of you if this afternoon was any example of what’s to come.”

  “Oh, baby, come is definitely the appropriate word. By the time we’re done with you, you’ll be lucky to be able to walk straight.” Crash’s voice was deep and throaty, and Buffy shivered a little.

  AJ glanced at her and shook his head. “All right, Crash. Dial it back a notch. We aren’t in the bedroom now, you uncouth ape.”

  Just then they made the turn into The Keep’s parking lot and the conversation stopped for the moment. Before Buffy could even get her seat belt undone, the two men were out of the car and Crash was holding her door open for her, his hand held out to help her from the car.

  Smiling up at him, pleased that, even though they were Dominants, they were still gentlemen, she took her place between them to walk to the front door of the club. “I’ll never get to use my peripheral vision again,” she murmured to herself as she waited for them to open the door.

  “You’ll never open another door again either, car or building,” Crash told her as AJ greeted sky and pulled out his wallet to pay the entry fee.

  “By the way,” Buffy said to him. “That is a really sweet car. I’ve always liked convertibles.”

  “It’s just a rental, unfortunately,” AJ said. “But we can keep it in mind when we shop for a new one, since it looks like they are totaling my Saturn.”

  “Yeah, but you can be sure I’ll get blamed for the accident. With my name I always get blamed,” Crash blurted as the next couple walked into the entryway.

  “Why, what’s your name?” the man behind him asked.

  Crash stuck his hand out. “Hi, I’m Crash. This is AJ, and our girl here is Buffy.” He smiled from ear to ear as he said her name, caressing her shoulder with one hand. Buffy leaned into it a little, feeling warm and happy in his pride.