by Sam Hall
I was like a thin bubble of air and I popped, all over his face. His nose rubbed on my clit as his tongue slid in beside his fingers as I came, twitching and jerking on his hand and face as great flames of pleasure washed all over me. I have no fucking idea how I stayed upright, but I managed it, swaying into him as each wave crashed into me.
“I need in you,” he said as he scrambled to his feet.
“Yess…” I hissed, feeling loose limbed and fucking high from what he’d done to me. All those many glancing touches had culminated in this. I didn’t argue or quibble when he sat on the stool and locked the wheels, I just climbed onto him like it was the most natural thing in the world. I grabbed his dick by its base, rubbed my cunt on his crown, and then sank down. And all the while, I stared into those fathomless green eyes that seemed to hold a world of wisdom within them. I don’t know why, but I felt every single one of his words now that the more immediate nag of sexual tension had been somewhat satisfied.
Somewhat.
I moved in closer, and he watched my every movement, moving forward to meet my kiss as I felt him reach his hilt.
“Fuck, Marlow…” I said, touching his skull like it was made of glass, almost afraid to move and ruin this perfect feeling.
He was my Marlow, whatever that meant, and I was his. We were joined, by instinct, by fate, by some hormonal glitch brought on by transition—I didn’t care. He was so beautiful and he felt so fucking good, and as I watched his tough guy mask drop, I saw he felt the same. He looked at me like I hung the moon, not realising I knew he’d done the stars. The skirt of my dress cloaked the two of us, hiding us from the outside, protecting what we had. And we moved in perfect sync, until we touched it.
There was something eternal about the pleasure that came. It went beyond his fingers digging into my hips and holding me to him as he emptied into me, my cunt snapping around him in lazy, endless waves of the most delicate and complete bliss. I wasn’t just my body, I was in him as much as he was in me, and when our bodies finally gave up, I collapsed onto his chest and he held me.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”
I looked up, dazed, to see a very sweaty Jake standing in the doorway. It took me forever to put it all together—the door, him, his shirtless, dripping body, the band, the concert, my promise to Jake…court. I looked down at my dress, at Marlow, almost surprised by what I saw.
“You OK?” Marlow said when I cried out a little as he pulled out. It didn’t hurt, but I didn’t want it to end. Pulling out meant breaking apart and putting ourselves back together—separately.
“Ooh, I like this,” Jake said, sliding a hand into the back slit and placing a hand on my arse. “No knickers? You naughty little minx. Tell me you’re going commando tonight.”
“Get off her,” Marlow said, straightening up. “Get in the bath in the next room and clean up. You’ll stain the fabric of her dress.”
“Oh no, I’m quite happy here.” I swatted his hands away, but they came back with twice the force, two hands on me now.
“You get cleaned up quick, you’ll be on clean up duty. I’ve got something for you to wear too.”
“Mmm mm…cream pie is my favourite dessert. You got yourself a deal, Mar.”
I watched Jake disappear into the other room with a graceful lope. The tattoos that sprawled across his shoulders stood out more starkly in the harsh light here.
“Clean up?” I said weakly.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want, but, Kira, I played a game with you this afternoon because I knew I could create a safe space for you to experiment. You could submit to me, and it didn’t matter. No one saw, it had no meaning to it.” He saw my horrified expression and smiled. “Not like that. I meant I’m not going to order you around or string you along like that all the time. It was just a scene, just play, and now it’s done. But Jake… You take him into court the way he wants you to, that’s going to start a whole new one. One much more complex with a lot more ramifications. So, I figure we’d try something small here. Let you test it out, see how it fits. Is it hot? Do you feel comfortable with it? Is Jake OK with it? In here, you have a support network, but out there, you don’t.”
“You should have been my preceptor, shouldn’t you? Johnno’s too close to everything.”
“We all are, love. All of us are waiting to teach you something, whether you want it or not.”
“So what?” I said, looking at the door, hearing the cheerful sounds of splashing in there. “You’re gonna get him to lick the cum out of me?”
“No, love, you are.”
He watched me ponder that idea. It seemed so fucking far out that I couldn’t believe it possible. Like, I knew there was a weird and wild world of porn out there and Rule 34, but seriously?
“You don’t have to do shit. I’ll give you some underwear and the means to clean up, and you can collar Jake and take it as it comes.”
“Or?”
“Or you command him to do something that’s kinda intense and weird, and that turns him on. You might do it for his benefit only. That’s something people who don’t get involved in power plays don’t understand. Topping someone often means being generous, thinking of what they want, creating scenes that will secretly get them off, forcing them to do what they really want to. You might do this for yourself. We both know you like getting eaten out. What might that feel like when you’re all slick and swollen? Still sensitive from having me buried in you?”
He watched my pretty shoes shift as I considered his words, his teeth biting down on his lip for a second.
I didn’t get a chance to answer, as a very wet, very naked Jake threw the door open and stood in the doorway, regarding both of us with hungry eyes.
16
“Damn, butterfly…” Jake said, pacing towards me. “You look good enough to eat.”
He was gorgeous, Jake. He didn’t have a super bulky frame, but there wasn’t an inch of softness on him. He was all long and lean, except where it mattered the most. He grinned when he saw me take in his hard dick, wrapping his hands around the thick shaft and giving it a stroke.
“These are for you,” Marlow said, holding out a pair of red leather pants.
“What are…?” Jake paused, taking in the unique design. A zipper ran along what would be the back central seam. You’d be able to unzip it and help yourself to his arse with very little effort, and when he turned them around, Marlow demonstrated the fly functionality, which would make it possible for him to pull his hard on out without opening his pants. “Damn, Mar, I want these in every colour. Thanks.”
We both watched as he shimmied into them, drawing them up over his lean hips and then trying out the dick flap. His cock poked out, lying hard and held at an angle by the leather.
“Padded knees?” he asked, testing the fabric and his range of movement. Marlow nodded. “Better test them out then.”
Jake dropped down before me, not yet touching, just at the perimeter of my dress.
“Man, I am gonna enjoy this…” Jake mumbled to himself as he reached out to part the fabric.
“Stop, Jake.”
My voice was firm and clear, his hand freezing the moment I said the words. Safe, sane, and consensual, Vervain had said. Well, this was safe enough, but the rest?
“What are you OK with?” I asked, because that’s what people did, didn’t they? Checked in with the submissive? “What are your limits?”
“Limits?” He laughed at that, but it wasn’t a wholly happy thing. “Babe, I don’t have limits. I’ve been beaten to within an inch of my life, fucked, fisted, DPed, cut, burned, a bit of electro stim, tied up, tied down, edged until I thought I was gonna go insane, choked, staked out and had a train pulled on me, and pissed on. No fucking scat though. That’s probably it—my one limit. Oh, and I don’t want to die.”
I was dizzied by that list, each one providing me with a myriad of mental images to go with, plenty making me recoil, but I tried to keep that behind the m
ask. It took a bit, the shock value was real, but I realised something about the way he’d phrased his experiences.
“That’s what’s been done to you. What do you want?”
Those eyes jerked up at that, a tension filling his body that wasn’t there before. I saw fear, plain and simple, rise inside him. He swallowed, then sat back on his heels.
“Order him to reply,” Marlow said.
“Jake?” I said, not letting my gaze shift and holding his at the same time.
I saw the slight frown, his lips falling open. I saw the twitch of his fingers, then them raking through his hair. I saw him straighten and then square his shoulders.
“You want to know.”
“Answer me, Jake, or I’m cleaning up, putting on a pair of knickers, and getting out of here. If the show’s over, Jen will be waiting for me. I don’t have time for games.”
His eyes slid to the slit in my dress, as if he could see beyond it, even though I knew the voluminous fabric hid everything.
“What I want…” His head dropped down. “I want…I want someone to worship, Kira. I want to be their fucking slave. I want to give them everything I have, and for them to hold that and use that, use me, want me, hold me…” His voice grew hoarse as it trailed away. “I want to worship you, Kira, and I want you to want me to do that.”
Going on tour, Liam’s high-handed attempts to force all of us together…I never in my wildest of dreams would have thought this would be where I’d end up. I had assumed the forced proximity would have been to try and get me hot for them, willing to let them closer due to unbearable sexual tension, but I had been completely outplayed. I was just reacting, to them, to who they were, to all the fucking amazing things they kept on offering. Jake looked so beautiful, sitting there, looking totally destroyed by saying those words, and I just wanted to swoop in and put the pieces back together.
Fuck the dress, I thought and moved in closer, placing a hand on his cheek, something that had his eyes closing, his face turning into my palm and nuzzling it. Who knew all this need was simmering under that bright, mad façade?
“What do you want right now, Jake?” I asked, my voice much gentler.
“I want to get closer to you. I want to touch you. Let me do it—lick you clean and get you ready for tonight, and then…collar me. Make me yours, take me into court, show everyone you claimed me.”
I didn’t answer him, simply pulling the fabric to one side. He shuffled forward, giving me a few questioning looks, but then satisfied, he moved under my skirt. I parted my legs, feeling weird and uncomfortable and turned on all at the same time. I was so far out of my lane, I was in another country.
But his hands, tentative at first, went where Marlow’s went, then his tongue did the same. Just kittenish little licks, sensitising my skin, drawing my attention to his movements, then emboldened, he covered my cunt with his mouth.
The sounds were fucking lewd—a hungry, slurping, feasting that had me shuddering in his grip. He wasn’t finessing this at all, tugging on my still twitching flesh. He thrust his fingers inside me, scooping out what he wanted and then sucking them clean, if the noises were anything to go by. Then he slowed.
The relentless assault became much gentler and more considered. He pressed his lips into my thigh, the groan reverberating through my flesh. His kisses moved up and up, covering every aching part of me, and then he parted my seam with his tongue.
He licked my cunt like he was trying to draw every fold, every crevice with the tip. Marlow’s ministrations had been hot, but there had been something a little desperate in it all, on both sides. I wasn’t sure how Jake felt about this all. He ate me like other men kiss, as if this was the only place he could show that emotion. It was a strange thing, getting that slow, heartfelt kiss somewhere else entirely.
I almost thought I wouldn’t come. He didn’t flick my clit harder, thrust himself inside me, instead, he just wallowed in me. When I heard the harsh sound of his breath, felt the twist and pause of his skull as he shifted, I reached through the fabric and ran my hands through his hair. He stopped for a second, purring, the vibrations sending a thrill through me, then pulled away from my hand, and I clamped my fingers down on him when I was about to let him go.
I was beginning to see this was it—a perfect illustration of what he was. He might pull or push, but he expected me to keep ahold of him when he did. I dug my fingers into his hair, scoring the scalp, then wrenched a handful of hair back.
“Yes…” he hissed. He muttered incredibly garbled nonsense words as I pushed his head inexorably back to where I needed it. He didn’t let up now, hands digging into my hips the harder I twisted on his hair. Despite the way I was hurting him, he was endlessly gentle, lavishing caress after caress without pause, until finally it happened.
When I opened my eyes, I saw those golden motes of light from court spiralling down from the ceiling, and each time they touched my skin, explosions of teeth-achingly intense pleasure spiked through me. It was like a whole body orgasm, erupting over and over and over, until I was forced to push him away.
I teetered on my heels and stared down at him, the fabric of my dress forming a cape over his shoulders, his eyes wide, a smear of me across his chin. And then quick as a flash, he was up and on me, arm around my waist, pulling me to him, mouth on mine.
“Kira…love…”
“Skin to skin,” Marlow said, putting our arms around each other, being drawn in when we wouldn’t let him go. When we finally did, he put a bundle of leather in my hand. Jake just stared at me when I took a look at it, realising what it was. He dropped down into a crouch, his back to me, his throat bared.
“You’re not…marrying him or anything, but this has a meaning to it,” Marlow said when I moved to collar him.
I nodded, thanking him, but he seemed relieved when I stepped up and put the thick red collar around Jake’s throat. I buckled it, causing the man to moan in pleasure. I slid fingers between his flesh and the leather, making sure it wasn’t too tight, which just had him twisting to increase the pressure. I pulled away, clipped on the lead that came with it, and tugged him to his feet.
I found myself staring at him. There was something completely odd about seeing a person wearing a collar like that, yet so beautiful. I needed my camera, I realised. This was exactly what Rutherglen wanted. Decadent, revealing, frankly sexual. They could sell images of Jake like this to every kink site on the internet.
“Here,” Marlow said, passing me a phone. I clicked through to the camera app and fixed him in the display, my thumb feeling the absence of a tangible button. Jake smiled slowly, something I caught, hand drifting down.
“So what do you want tonight, Jake?” I asked as I captured all the contrasts between the harsh red leather and his pale skin.
“Want? I told you.”
“OK, I mean specifics. Do you want to come?” The smile faltered at that. “Do you want to delay that? Do you want to fuck me?” His hand strayed to his cock, shoving the heel of his hand down on the rigid length. It was magnetic, but as I inspected him, thought about what this might mean between us, some of my own boundaries came to mind. “I don’t know if I want to share you with others.” His eyes flicked wide at that, his gaze sharpening rapidly. “Like the guys, the band, that’s OK, but not outside it. Maybe others can touch you.” I had a mental image of some beautiful stranger doing just that and felt something twist inside me. What would it be like, to see some freaking hot guy slide his hand down Jake’s…? “Maybe.”
I was completely out of my depth, not even sure what I was saying or if that was reasonable, so I definitely didn’t expect to see Jake’s expression shift. His eyes burned so brightly, they hurt to look at, stark against his skin. Then he leapt for me, holding me tight against his chest so I was forced to breathe in great mouthfuls of soap and clean male. His hands didn’t seem to know what to do, roaming over my back and hips.
“Oh, there you are!”
We all turned to see Jen and Verv
ain in the doorway.
“And you look all ready for court,” Vervain said. “Damn, girl, you did well!”
“Not a fucking girl,” Marlow said with a snap. “But thank you. She looks amazing.”
“Every inch a queen,” Jen said with a sparkle in her eyes. “Oh, Ki… Marlow, you really are a bloody genius. I need to talk Daddy into paying you more.”
“Or giving him to me,” I said.
I caught the moment Jen blanched, a little micro-expression that was soon smoothed over.
“So are you coming with?” she asked Marlow.
“Not me. You guys need time to play, and where you’re going, I’ll only get in trouble. I’ll be locked up in The Changeling bus, safe behind a wall of sentinels, ready to hear all the stories when you get back.”
I leaned in and kissed him. “Sleep,” I said, smoothing a hand over his cheekbones. “You work too long and too hard. I’ll still be there in the morning.” I could see it now that I’d mentioned it, the lines on his face, the tightness around his eyes. “Maybe we could get some breakfast together or something? Let me pamper you.”
“I’d like that.”
“OK, OK, enough mushy stuff, there’s fuckery to spread,” Jake said, starting to pull on the lead.
I let go of Marlow, regretting it the moment I did, but knowing I needed to. He is right, I thought as I stalked out of the room on stilettos with my boy on a leash. I need to find out what I’m capable of.
“Ki, are those heels!?”
17
You need to find yourself in all of this.
I chanted Jen’s words like a motto in my mind as we walked through the backstage area, now being stripped bare, down the stage steps and into court. Again, magic had been expended, turning it into a Wonderland, one that seemed to defy the rules of physics.
“This seems…” I looked around me at the curling trees and glimpses of buildings I could see beyond them. “This looks bigger than the venue is.”
