Party Favor

by Melinda Barron

  Martie pinched her clit even harder. The pain made a burning path of pleasure through her pussy.

  “Yes, Mistress, yes, yes, yes.”

  “Good, because I can’t wait to get my collar around your neck, to tie you to my bed every night, and to wake to find you ready to eat me every morning.”

  “Yes, Ma’am,” Jovina managed to whisper. Her body quivered as Martie continued to play with her. Jovina could hear Avery’s groans of joy as she came, but Jovina didn’t care what Avery was feeling. The only thing that mattered was what Martie was doing to her, the pleasure that raced through her at the Domme’s touch.

  “I’m going to untie you now, and you’re going to go to your bedroom, get into my suitcase, and take out my cock. Bring the harness, and then you’re going to get a good fuck.”

  Jovina tried to catch her breath as Martie undid the ropes around her ankles. She wanted to ask what had become of the game, but then again she really didn’t care. All she knew was Martie was about to fuck her.

  When she was free, Jovina hurried to the bedroom to do as her Mistress asked. After she came back, she saw Avery bent over, her hands clutching the edge of the kitchen bar for leverage as Earnest held her hips and pounded into her.

  “Hurry up, slut!” Martie’s voice sent shivers up Jovina’s spine. She helped her Mistress into the cock harness, then, at her Mistress’s command, dropped to her knees and took the cock in her mouth.

  “Suck it hard, you nasty little woman.” Jovina did as M ordered, remembering the scene with the glass cock at Sir K’s house. The dildo didn’t stay in her mouth long, though. She’d just gotten it nice and wet when M tugged on her hair.

  “Take a position next to your friend, and you’ll get a good fuck.”

  Jovina scurried toward the bar. She stood next to Avery and then bent over, putting her hands on the bar to steady herself.

  Martie stepped up behind her and, without a word of warning, slipped the cock into Jovina’s wet pussy. The Domme grasped her hips and started to fuck her, setting up a hard, punishing pace that made Jovina’s insides quake. The cock slammed into that sweet spot inside her, and Jovina bit her lip to hold back her orgasm.

  Beside her, she heard Avery cry out. Jovina wondered how many times her friend had come. Obviously Avery and Master Earnest had formed an instant bond. The first thing Jovina had noticed when they’d come inside her house was that, at some point after they’d left the restaurant, Avery had slipped on a thick leather collar.

  As Mistress Martie pounded her cock into Jovina, the thought at the top of her mind was that soon she too would be wearing a collar. And it would belong to the woman who was now slapping her ass and saying that Jovina was her good slut.

  Chapter Eight

  The sweet feel of Mistress Martie’s skin next to her own kept Jovina from falling asleep. She would have thought it would have had the opposite effect, that she’d sleep like a baby after her decision. Instead she was afraid if she fell asleep, she’d wake to find it had all been a dream.

  But it wasn’t a fantasy. She and Martie were in the same bed. They were spooning, with Jovina’s back to Martie’s front. When they’d first gone to bed, the contact had made Jovina wet—again.

  Martie had just patted her thigh and told Jovina that it was now time for sleep.

  Unfortunately it still evaded Jovina.

  Jovina had never imagined this day would come, but now that she’d made the decision to move to Santa Fe, she knew she’d made the right choice. Her family might disown her, but it was her life, and she knew if she stayed here, she would regret it for the rest of her life.

  “You’re thinking too loud.” M sounded amused, and Jovina giggled.

  “Sorry, Mistress.”

  “Perhaps we should do something to put your mind to rest.”

  Jovina turned her head toward her Mistress. “Would you like me to eat you?”

  “Not everything has to be about sex, Jo-Jo.”

  “Too bad,” Jovina replied.

  Martie lightly slapped Jovina’s thigh, which made her sigh.

  “Get up, slut. You and I will have a little chat.”

  When she was out of bed, Jovina reached for a shirt, then thought better of it. She would get dressed if and when her Mistress told her to.

  Martie had gone into the living room, and Jovina padded after her, trying to be as quiet as possible so she didn’t wake Master Earnest or Avery.

  Martie must have had the same idea, because when Jovina arrived, the Domme opened the back door and went out onto the deck.

  When Jovina had joined her, M said, “Tell me how you’re going to feel about living in Santa Fe.”

  Jovina shrugged. “I like my house, but it’s not really mine. It’s my brother’s. I’m ready to make a change, if that’s what you’re asking.”

  Jovina took a deep breath. The cool early-morning air always made her feel calm.

  “I have to admit that living in the big city has its advantages,” Jovina said. “But being up here has always calmed me. I think it’s the familiarity of the place. But sometimes you can get too comfortable in your surroundings and allow yourself to wallow, instead of growing as a person should.

  “I haven’t grown much; I admit it. You’re helping me with that now. I haven’t thought a relationship could work for me since college. And that didn’t turn out well. I’m ready to work hard to make sure this one turns out better.”

  A lump filled her throat, and Jovina swallowed around it. “You make me see things in a different light, Martie. I feel happy when you’re near. Wait. Happy is not the right word. I feel…like I’m part of something good. Something special.”

  M was silent for a few moments—so many of them, actually, that a knot formed in Jovina’s stomach.

  “Let’s take a drive,” M finally said.

  “Where to?” It was well after two in the morning, and Buckshot wasn’t an all-night type of town. “There are no bars or anything open at this time of night.”

  M nodded. “So we pack up some water and a few snacks, and we head somewhere that’s quiet, where we can see the night sky without any streetlights getting in the way.”

  Jovina smiled. “I know just the place.”

  They dressed before they made a little picnic of sandwiches and carrots. Martie wrote a note for Master Earnest to let him know they’d gone on a very early-morning adventure.

  The drive was short, because they were the only car on the road. Jovina drove Martie to the place where teenagers went to neck. She’d been here once, after prom, and she told Martie about the disaster.

  “His name was James, and he was a nice guy,” Jovina said as she parked. “But our make-out session turned into a fiasco.”

  They got out of the car. There were a few picnic tables there, since this site was popular during the day. They sat down next to each other on the bench, facing away from the table.

  “Tell me about it,” Martie said.

  Jovina shook her head, even as she laughed. “He was sure I was going to give him my virginity. I was sure this would be the first time I’d been kissed.”

  “The first time?” Martie sounded shocked.

  “I wasn’t a popular kid,” Jovina told her. “I was overweight and shy, and my family was well-known in town. My father and brothers let guys know they didn’t mess with the women in their family. It wasn’t a problem for me, because I never had a crush on anyone. But my sisters, I found out years later, came up here lots of times with their boyfriends. They had to keep things secret, though, so my brothers didn’t find out.”

  Martie put her hand on Jovina’s knee. To Jovina, it felt natural; not at all sexual, just a touch to show the two of them were together. It was the connection she’d wanted all those years ago, but hadn’t been able to achieve.

  “Have you ever been attracted to men, Jovina?”

  “No.” Jovina looked up at the sky. “Well, when my friends would say they had a crush on the high school quarterback, I’d s
ay, yeah, me too, but really, he didn’t do anything for me.”

  Jovina fell silent until Martie nudged her shoulder. “Continue.”

  “It’s just…when my sisters’ friends came over, I would think how beautiful they were, and how soft they would be, but I never processed it. I never…not until…college.”

  “You mean your unnamed friend?”

  “Yes, Ma’am.” Jovina shifted her position. “I would tell you her name, but I promised her.”

  “I’m impressed that you’re keeping your promise.” Martie moved a little closer. Their thighs were touching. She put her arm around Jovina.

  “I want you to be absolutely certain that you want to be with me.”

  For a moment fear sliced through Jovina. She thought that perhaps Martie had changed her mind. If that were true, though, the Domme would have moved away instead of bringing them closer, physically.

  “I’m sure, Mistress.” Jovina turned her head toward M. “I want to be with you.”

  Martie cleared her throat. “I don’t want you to be using me as a way out of your current situation. You excite me, Jovina, and you fascinate me too. I love the fact that you’re an artist. I love the fact that you’re so stimulating sexually. Yet you seem lost sometimes.”

  “I know.” Jovina licked her lips. “I’ll do better.”

  “No, that’s not what I want to hear. What I want is for you to promise me that, if you feel any sort of fear, or are just nervous, you talk to me about it. There has to be communication.”

  “Yes, Ma’am, and I’m not just saying that. I mean it.”

  Jovina glanced over at Martie. The Domme was looking up at the stars.

  After a few moments, Martie said, “Tell me what you think you’ll feel on the first big holiday when you won’t be with your family.”

  That was unexpected. Jovina had envisioned a nasty scene during which she told her father she was leaving, and why, but she hadn’t really thought beyond that. Holidays were a big thing for their family, with days of cooking beforehand. Those times were filled with laughter, as the sisters joked while they worked in the kitchen with their mother.

  How would it feel not to be there? No longer a part of the family? A pit formed in her stomach, and Jovina swallowed hard.

  “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

  “I’ll be sad,” Jovina replied. “No, not sad, more than sad, although I can’t think of a word right now.”

  Martie put her hand on Jovina’s knee. “And how will you deal with that?”

  “Knowing me?” She laughed nervously. “I’ll cry a little, and I’ll call one of my sisters, Carmen or Ester.”

  She imagined herself in M’s kitchen, cooking the meal they would share. “But I can’t let sadness rule me. I’ve allowed fear to do that for so long. It’s time to face reality and live my life. You’ve convinced me of that.”

  Jovina smiled up at the stars. “It’s time for me to put on my big-girl panties.”

  “As long as you only wear them in the kitchen or out of the house, we’re okay. In the bedroom, it’s no panties for you.” Martie leaned over and kissed Jovina, her lips soft and moist as they claimed Jovina’s. Heat shot through Jovina’s body as the Domme deepened the kiss. When she broke the kiss, Martie stood. She took Jovina’s hands and then helped her to stand.

  Martie caressed Jovina’s cheeks with her thumbs, then kissed her again. Jovina thought her knees might go out from under her. Martie wrapped her arms around Jovina’s chest, and Jovina put her arms around Martie’s waist.

  The cool air caressed them as they kissed and hugged.

  They stayed that way for a while, kissing and nuzzling each other. Their hands moved up and down each other’s backs. Jovina thought Martie would take it into a scene, that they’d have sex. But the Domme continued to kiss and hold her. Finally, she put her hands on Jovina’s face and kissed her one more time before she indicated they should sit.

  Jovina’s palms were sweaty. She wanted to lean into Martie, put her head on the Domme’s shoulder. As if Martie had read her thoughts, Martie put her hand around Jovina’s. Then she lifted her shoulder ever so slightly. Jovina leaned into her, a deep contentment settling inside her.

  “I know being collared is new to you, but I promise you that I will take care of you. I will provide for you both sexually and emotionally, and I ask that you open yourself to me, in all areas, and I’m not just taking about fucking.”

  Jovina nestled her head against Martie’s neck. “Thank you, Mistress. I promise to be a good student, learning from you and taking it all in as best I can. Thank you for taking a chance on me.”

  “You’re welcome. Now, before this turns into a mutual-admiration party, let’s break out those sandwiches. I’m hungry.”

  * * * *

  Jovina put a filter into the coffeemaker, then added the coffee. She finished the preparation and flipped the switch. It was early, before eight, and when she’d woken up and come into the kitchen, she’d found a note from Avery saying she and Master Earnest were heading back to Santa Fe. They had something that had to be done today and had wanted to get a head start. Her friend had written how happy she was that she and Jovina had patched things up, and told her to call once she was settled in M’s house so they could meet for lunch.

  The words made the change in her life real. Jovina was going to leave Buckshot and move to Santa Fe. Moreover she was going to live with Martie, as her collared sub. It was a change in more than one way. She’d never worn someone’s collar before, and it was something that she truthfully knew little about.

  M had already told her that they’d sit down and discuss the day-to-day events of a sub’s life. Jovina couldn’t wait for that conversation.

  It was her plan to finish the sketch while Martie slept. She had quite a bit of work that needed to be done on it, but she was fairly sure she could get it done before the Domme woke up.

  Once she was settled in front of her desk, she went to work, paying careful attention to the expression on M’s face. The Domme had been captured either in the throes of orgasm or just after. It brought back the scene, and gave Jovina a sense of pride that she’d done this for the woman she wanted to please so much.

  She was almost finished when a sound from the doorway caught her attention. Her fingers ached from grasping the pencil, and her sore bottom let her know she’d been sitting longer than she thought she had been.

  “You should have woken me.”

  “Sorry, Mistress,” Jovina said with a smile. “I wanted to finish this for you.”

  Jovina stood and stretched. She took a few steps away from the desk and indicated M should come over and view what she’d been working on. Jovina felt as if her heart stopped beating as M studied the work.

  The hardest thing to do was not ask, “Do you like it?” She wanted to give Martie time to examine it all, and give her opinion without being prompted.

  When Martie finally said, “It’s perfect,” Jovina let out a huge sigh of relief. She giggled and put her hands up to her mouth.

  “Thank you.”

  “No, Jovina, thank you.” M turned to her and pulled her close, kissing her deeply. Jovina tilted her head back and settled herself into her Mistress’s arms. This was it, she thought, perfection.

  For now, anyway. There were things that needed to be done, like telling her parents about her leaving town, about her moving in with Martie. She needed to do it soon, because she wanted her new life to begin right away.

  “I need to talk with my parents,” she said when M finally broke the kiss.

  “I’ll go with you,” the Domme said.

  “No.” Jovina shook her head. “This is something I need to do alone. I have to take a stand for my life, for what I want. If you go, they’ll think you talked me into it, and I don’t want that.”

  The smile on M’s face told Jovina the Domme approved of her decision.

  “And…I need to do it today.”

  “I agree.” M kissed her. “
Let’s have breakfast, and then you can go over. I’ll be waiting for you when you get back.”

  Jovina set the table on the back porch. There was a view of the mountains, and she liked to enjoy the morning air. She heated the burritos in the oven, then poured them each a cup of coffee.

  They’d just sat down to the table when Jovina heard her name called from inside the house. At first she thought it was Robert, but then she realized it was her father. Dread filled her stomach. He never came here. If he wanted to see her, he always called her to his house.

  “Wait here,” she said as she got up, thankful that she’d put on pajamas before they’d come outside. She found her father in the kitchen. Robert was standing next to him. Both of them looked grim.

  “I thought you were going to Santa Fe,” Robert said as soon as she appeared.

  “I am, later this afternoon.” Fear filled her as she wondered if they had come because something had happened to her mother.

  “Is something wrong?”

  “You tell me,” Robert said. “I had a report you were kissing a woman last night behind the restaurant. Is that true?”

  “Who said that?” she asked in an effort to stall. This was not what she had in mind.

  “Answer the question,” her father barked. “Were you kissing a woman? The one that was sitting with you at the table?”

  “I knew there was something wrong with her,” Robert said. “She had a dyke-type air about her.”

  “Bullshit,” Jovina said, trying as hard as she could to hold back her anger. “Don’t use that word around me.”

  Robert laughed. “You’re not denying it, so I guess it’s true. You’re a lesbian.”

  The look on her father’s face was one of sadness mixed with anger. Jovina had been planning to tell him the truth, but this wasn’t how she’d wanted to do it. She took a deep breath, her hands shaking.

  “Yes, I’m a lesbian, and Martie is my lover.”

  For a minute, she thought her father would faint. Then his gaze focused on something over her shoulder. She turned to see Martie enter the house. The Domme crossed to her and took her hand.