No.
Way.
Her pussy danced along his shaft for long seconds and they both groaned and moaned through her pleasure. Her body shook and twitched as he continued to roll his slick digits over her clit with gentle touches against the tight bundle of nerves. She cursed quietly and dropped her head forward.
Her body continued to process the pleasure as he slowed everything down and then stopped moving all together.
Zeke inhaled and exhaled to try to catch his breath and then finally pulled free of her slick sex. Nothing turned him on like Aslan did as she pulled her leg off the counter and tried to get her footing even again beneath her. Talk about being correct on her being his fetish. A delicious scent hit the pause button on everything else he thought about. “Fuck, I smell like us.” He inhaled deeply and glanced down at his cock. Her pussy juice on his shift was one of the biggest aphrodisiacs he’d ever seen. Thank God she seemed to have an unlimited supply of it. Not to mention clothing that absolutely met all of their needs for the day.
Aslan turned away from the mirror and faced him. The bottom of her skirt slipped off her ass and bounced a bit as it settled itself again. “You’re so hot,” she whispered and bit her bottom lip, which was still swollen from when she’d blown him earlier. “And still hard.”
He hadn’t cum yet and when Aslan tried to get on her knees, he was sure to finish him off, he stopped her and then tucked his cock back into his jeans before zipping them up. With a grin he told her, “I’m going to need him in his current state here in a minute.”
“What?” she asked with big doe eyes.
He wondered what his expression must have been to elicit her to be a bit frightened. “The people we’re meeting with aren’t exactly the norm, when it comes to traveling companions.”
“What does that mean?”
“Come out with me and see. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. And they have something very special planned for you. Us. They have a very different kind of act they want us to showcase on a very specific kind of cruise.”
Hesitancy rolled off her in waves. “My hair’s definitely been used as leverage, not to mention my clothes are all twisted.” She tried to straighten her skirt. “They’re absolutely going to know what we’ve been doing in here.”
“Trust me.” Two words. That’s all he spoke. Almost immediately, her demeanor changed from uncertainty to complete satisfaction with a bit of excitement thrown in. “Fuck, you do it for me,” he growled with a bit more than a little slice of love.
“Why is that?”
“Because you trust me.” He’d thought before that she did. If asked, he would have automatically answered yes without any more thought about it. But it was completely different having such a visceral answer to the question right in front of him.
“Of course I do.”
“No. it’s not that simple. It’s not just a ho-hum thing.” When she tried to speak he touched the tip of his pointer finger to her lips. “It’s a huge thing and you need to know how much I cherish it.” He cupped her cheeks and kissed her lips. “I will protect that trust in me to my dying day. Understand?”
She closed her eyes and sighed. “Mmm. I do. I—”
He kissed her mouth again to stop anything else she had to say. “Say it again,” he growled.
Her giggled lifted his soul. “But you didn’t let me say it the first time.”
Brushing his nose against hers, he breathed her in again. “You said the important part.”
She thought for a second. She even closed her eyes to concentrate and then she shook her head. “I don’t know what I said. You start kissing me like that and all I can think is more.”
He stared at her wistful expression and his heart thumped hard in his chest. “I do. That’s what you said. The two most important words you’ve ever spoken.”
Siiiiggghhhh. “Gonna love you forever,” she confessed and dug her fingers into his back to pull him closer for another kiss.
“Forever.” He kissed her again, grabbed her hand and pulled her from the bathroom before she could think about it any more. “Let’s go finish our meeting.”
“But, but… My hair’s still messed up in the back. My blouse is…un…tucked…”
Any protest died on her tongue when she caught sight of the conference room table.
“Oh, fuck,” she breathed out.
Zeke smiled and stepped farther back into the room.
Chapter Three
Aslan never took her eyes from Honoka, who now knelt almost naked on the conference room table.
Zeke tugged his wife over to the open couch and pulled her down onto his lap with her feet up on the cushions.
All of the chairs around the table were pushed to the side, allowing them an unobstructed view of the private performance about to start before them.
The captivated look of wonder on Aslan’s face told him he’d definitely made the right decision giving the trio the green light for a very special kind of demo.
The thin Japanese woman sat back on her heels with her hands palms up on her spread thighs as she faced their couch. The only covering she had on was what looked like a very tiny black thong. Her head was bowed, and her straight black hair had been pulled over one shoulder. The whisper-fine ends seemed to tickle the crease her thigh made with her flat stomach. Around her throat lay a thin chain. Not just a simple necklace made of two silver chains wrapped around each other though. A collar. One she wore every day denoting her status of being owned by the men she belonged to.
Electricity seemed to hum in the air all around them and Zeke’s cock kicked in appreciation.
Behind Honoka stood two bare-chested men. Tang and Shota. The same men who they’d been meeting with all morning but they were somehow altogether different. They’d changed clothing and now both had on nothing but white Gi-style pants.
The ying and yang nature of their two-sided attire was striking in its minimalistic appeal.
Next to Honoka, on either side of her, sat several bundles of rope. Not just any kind of rope, though. Bundles of shibari rope, in natural jute, lay coiled in front of both men.
Tang lifted his arm behind Honoka’s back, and her spine arched as he most definitely brushed along her skin. He grabbed a handful of her hair and jacked her head back.
Aslan jumped at the movement and shivered in his lap. She inhaled sharply and sighed on the exhale.
Zeke pulled her closer and settled them against the back of the couch.
Honoka’s eyes fluttered for a second as Shota whispered something in her ear.
What did he say?
No idea.
What language was it in?
Not a clue.
But Zeke could tell it must have been something dirty because Honoka’s nipples beaded almost instantly and a flush suffused the fair skin on her chest.
Tang and Shota each ran a hand over Honoka’s thighs and pulled them farther apart.
Shit, that girl was flexible.
Tang released the hold he had on their girl’s hair while Shota pulled a coil of jute from the pile in front of him.
Quickly, Tang wrapped up Honoka’s hair and secured it with a clip that had been sitting unnoticed on the dark wood of the table.
Shota uncoiled a length of rope and both men lifted one of Honoka’s wrists and pulled her arms around behind her.
Soft music played through the speaker system as Shota attached the rope to Honoka’s arms somehow in the back. More than likely around her wrists, if they were going to put her in some kind of box tie.
Aslan seemed to notice the music around the same time Zeke did. “Before I came back to the bathroom,” she whispered, “Honoka asked how to hook an MP3 player into the audio system. I never expected them to do something like this with it.”
“I did,” Zeke whispered back.
Aslan licked her lips and stared at the group in front of them as Shota and then Tang wrapped jute ar
ound Honoka’s chest and ribs, securing it in the back on each pass.
“How did this happen? How did you know…this?” Aslan gestured to the three people in front of her as another tremor worked up her torso. She bit her lip and Zeke really wanted to bite it for her.
He made circles on the material covering her hip and kissed her exposed shoulder. There might have been a little teeth.
Might. Have. Been.
Aslan inhaled again and bit her bottom lip harder.
She visibly swallowed, reminding Zeke of exactly how much her throat constricted when she worked the head of his cock. Or when he forced his way inside it.
“A kinky cruise idea with a BDSM convention associated with it. A floating kink con, where all the presenters and entertainers have been vetted to be kink friendly.” Zeke rotated his hips just a little bit against Aslan’s pussy. He was going to have to do something about the material separating them, but not before he gave her the background she needed to enjoy the rest of the sexy performance.
“That idea is…incredible. Who came up with it?”
“Tang approached me a few months before with the possibility of something like this.” Zeke gestured to the table. “Almost right after we’d formed our new dynamic. As if they could sense the change in us, even before we really did. He told me about their dynamic. How they both collared Honoka.”
“Her necklace?” Aslan asked in a hushed two words.
“Yes. Her collar.”
“Why hadn’t you told me about it before now?” Her focus was still on the men before her, tying up their woman. Her words didn’t have any heat behind them. Just curiosity.
He ran his lips along her shoulder again. “Don’t really know. Nothing I meant to keep from you. Definitely an idea I think we should explore. Maybe a specialty cruise ship. Little smaller, more intimate. But we’ll be out there with it at that point. No way would anyone believe we’d be on board with something like that, if we weren’t into it ourselves. No going back.” No idea why he brought it up the way he did since it scared him shitless. The last thing he wanted was to be judged or for anyone to think less of Aslan for what they shared. He immediately realized how much he wanted to know her thoughts on it.
Going public with their kink, their dynamic, even if the particulars were still very much private.
Aslan hummed in her throat and adjusted her position on his lap which was most definitely not a no.
Zeke groaned low in his throat as she moved against his cock. “I even had a thought on what we could call the ship.”
“What?” Aslan asked.
Zeke loved how her lips puckered when she said that word. He had to focus on her question to keep from getting lost in her. “Siren of the Seas.”
Aslan blinked and then pivoted her head to face him. “The Siren.” Her sparkling blue eyes. Stuff wet dreams were made of.
He nodded. “A little dark.”
“And a whole lotta naughty,” Aslan added.
“Exactly. And this is their way of showing us what it would be like. Could be like. At least a little taste of it. And they’re a poly group. Have been for years. So we know about them and they know about us. Nothing at all to be embarrassed over.”
“And they know you were fucking me in the bathroom?” Pleasure washed over his little exhibitionist’s face.
“I didn’t tell them specifics. Not their business. But I told them I’d keep you occupied for a little while so they could get ready. Pretty sure I saw someone peeking through the curtain at one point.”
Aslan smiled which turned into a quiet giggle.
“Like that, do you?”
“Being seen with you? Touching you? Blowing you? Being taken by you? Hell. Yes. I love being yours.”
“Yes you are. Only mine.
“May have had something to do with it.”
“Something, as in everything to do with it?”
“Something like that.” Zeke smiled and Aslan leaned forward and kissed him.
He pushed his fingers into her hair and took control of the kiss.
His tongue in her mouth, her tongue in his. Mouths open.
Her moan passing between them as he squeezed harder on the grip he had on her hair.
He bit her lip and sucked on it before pulling her back an inch. “You’re mine. All of you. No other man will ever touch you. Ever.” He looked into her eyes, telling her with more than words that his possession of her was growing. “Girls maybe. But rarely. Anyone else touching you is hard for me. My possessiveness of you is getting harder to control.”
And what did Aslan do at that news?
Did she run? Roll her eyes? Freak out? Tell him to shove it? No.
She smiled.
“Fuck,” he cursed and took her mouth again. “You wreck me when you look so delighted when my monster starts talking.”
“I love you and my monster.”
Zeke shook his head and released the hold he had on Aslan’s hair. “Let’s watch the rest of the performance and just know you’ll be filled with cum by the end of it. After coming by my hand at least once.”
“Here?”
“Mmhmm. Which is why I wanted you to wear that outfit today.”
Aslan shook her head and smiled. “Wondered why you suggested this particular outfit today. Especially since it’s not something I’d generally wear to work. I just thought it was because of the bathroom adventures.”
“It’s true I may have known there was a little bit more to today than what your agenda held.”
“I love you.” Aslan stared at him and kissed him softly.
“Love you so much it hurts sometimes.” The truth and nothing less for his girl. Almost always.
She kissed him one more time and then they focused on the men and woman in front of them. Tang finished tying off a rope in the back, then Shota pivoted Honoka around and laid her down on the table on her back so Zeke and Aslan could see her profile. Honoka’s trapped arms called Zeke’s monster forward. He prowled ever closer to the surface, breathing in the intoxicating scent of his wife.
He pictured Aslan in the same position. Vulnerable. Submissive. Hot. Her back arched over her trapped arms and her breasts bared to him to do anything he pleased. For however long he wanted to. Needed to.
Zeke adjusted Aslan on his lap so he could reach beneath her shirt.
Warm breast filled his palm and Zeke hissed at the contact.
Zeke ran his thumb over her nipple and then pinched it. Hard.
Aslan jerked on his lap and she licked her lips.
Over on the table Tang, who still stood on the far side of the room, bent Honoka’s knee until her calf touched the back of her thigh and her foot rested flat on the smooth surface. He grabbed another coil of rope by the bight and tossed the rest of the coil to release the ends. Attaching the rope to her ankle with a single column tie, he began wrapping her leg, trapping it in a bent position. Honoka moaned and arched again against the table.
The futo bound her leg together as Shota climbed on the table at Honoka’s head.
The muscular man licked down her sternum and across her hollow abdomen until reaching the top of her barely-there panties. His tongue dipped beneath the thin material making Honoka moan. She curled her toes against the table and whispered something in Japanese as if she were asking for something.
Both of her men chuckled.
Tang finished tying her first thigh, grabbed another hank of rope and then walked around the table to stand between it and the couch Zeke and Aslan were seated on. He folded her other knee, into what Zeke could only guess would be a matching pose to the first one.
Unfortunately, guess is all he could do since the sightline was cut due to the position of the table.
Zeke was already lamenting the loss of seeing how Honoka reacted to them when Shota pushed his pants down and off. His erection jutted from his hips, pointing toward the woman bound before him.
Aslan made
a slight sound of need and pulled his hand tighter against her breast.
Instead, he removed his hand from her blouse and whispered in her ear. “Straddle my legs. Face the table.” He picked her up and rotated her, then with her legs on the outside of his he spread his thighs.
Dipping one hand beneath the stretchy waistband of her skirt, his fingers made contact with her drenched slit just as Honoka’s tongue reached out and licked the head of Shota’s dick.
Aslan jerked when Zeke touched her and her hands automatically went to her tits. He moved his other to her throat, thinking it seemed a bit…bare.
The thought of collaring her flashed through his mind, making his cock somehow harder. But she couldn’t want that, could she?
Yes, others craved it but not his Aslan. Right?
He shook his head, not wanting to think too hard about it.
That was something he’d have to talk to her about, but later. Much later.
Honoka’s head was back just enough so Shota could feed his shaft into her mouth. The man wasn’t very long but he was pretty thick and it was super dirty to see his girl blow him while another man continued to tie her up.
Honoka moaned and then Aslan followed as Zeke dipped, first one finger, inside her dripping sex and then added a second one. Aslan dug her head into his shoulder as he pulled his fingers free and circled her clit. Her wetness slicked across the tight bundle of nerves and her jaw went slack.
“You like that, baby? Like me touching you while you get to watch sexy people getting ready to fuck?” He whispered the words in her ear as he pushed his fingers back into her shimmying sex.
“So. Much.” She swallowed and then looked up and back at him. “You wreck me. With how you know me. How you love me. Everything about our sex life. It’s…incredible.”
Pulling his fingers free again, he rubbed her pussy juice around her clit. Her hips started moving with the rhythm he set, telling him how close she already was to coming. “You’re incredible. You give me everything I could ever want. Ever ask for. You so completely ruined me for anybody else.”
Aslan stared at him and then smiled. “Good.”
Zeke laughed silently and then pinched her clit hard enough to make her gasp. “Now be a good girl and watch the sexy people who are about to fuck.”
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