OvercomingtheNeed

by Zenobia Renquist

  “How long has it been?”

  “I broke it off with my Dom when Luke and I got serious, so a little over two years.”

  “But you kept the toys.”

  Damon opened his mouth to talk, closed it and then nodded.

  “And it’s a good thing too.” She stepped back and held out the harness. “Put that on while I see what else we can play with.”

  She went back to the toolbox while Dane crossed the room and sat on the easy chair pushed up against the wall. A short, sharp whistle brought everyone’s attention to him. He pointed at his dick, which was erect again.

  Naomie knew his actions weren’t meant for her so she went back to sifting through the toolbox. The bottom compartment held all Damon’s bondage toys—wrist cuffs, blindfold, ball gag and various styles of floggers. Naomie took out one of everything and set them on the bed.

  Dane cleared his throat.

  Luke took a step toward Dane, stopped, licked his lips and then looked at Damon. “Um…”

  Dane said, “Yes, you, Luke. Naomie is going to be busy with Damon for the rest of the night. That is, if Damon lasts that long.”

  Damon said, “I will, Sir.”

  “You don’t know Naomie well enough to say that.” Dane grinned. He sat back with his legs open, allowing Luke to kneel between them. “How you do with her will determine if I take you on or not. Consider this an interview for a part-time position.”

  Naomie almost laughed at the way Damon’s eyes sparkled. He must have been holding in his desires since getting together with Luke. Understandable. Luke wasn’t the dominant type in bed. At work, Luke could put drill sergeants to shame but that was part of his job. He probably didn’t like bringing that kind of attitude home. That still didn’t explain why Damon had felt he needed to go without.

  She said, “I’m surprised you didn’t tap Fred or Arisa, pet. They prefer women but they’ve been known to take on men from time to time. As close as Luke and Arisa are, I’m sure they would have agreed.”

  Damon shook his head. “I didn’t want to bring it up and have Luke think he wasn’t enough for me.”

  “This and sex are two totally different things. You know better.”

  “Sorry, Ma’am.”

  “Apologize to Luke.”

  “Sorry, Luke. I know this isn’t your thing and I wasn’t sure you would understand.”

  As he rolled a condom on to Dane’s dick, Luke said, “I wish you had said something when I asked you about being with Dane. I could have told you he was a Dom. Naomie too. We could have planned an evening alone.”

  Naomie went to the bedroom door and flipped the lock. “This is an evening alone. Fred and Arisa will make sure the natives don’t get out of hand. That gives us plenty of time to get to know all about each other.” She returned to the bed, picked up the wrist cuffs and then walked over to Damon. “Let’s start with a safeword. Simple is best. We’ll go with traffic lights—green, yellow, red. Unless I ask you a question, the only thing I want to hear out of your mouth is one of those three colors. Understand, pet?”

  “Yes Ma’am.” Damon held his hands close to his sides.

  Naomie cuffed him and then attached the cuffs to the D-rings on the harness. “You don’t come until I give you permission.”

  Damon nodded, which made Naomie smile. She hadn’t asked him a question, so he’d acknowledged he understood her command in the only way left to him. Good. She didn’t want to start off their first time together with a punishment. She didn’t know Damon well enough to devise a proper punishment for him beyond simply denying him release or further contact.

  Considering how eager he was acting, putting everything away and leaving would have to be reserved for a serious infraction that she doubted he would chance. Just as she didn’t know him, Damon didn’t know her. Naomie guessed he wouldn’t do anything that could be mistaken as misbehaving until he could gauge how she would react. Then again, he might not be the type to misbehave. She would find out soon enough.

  Naomie picked up the tassel flogger and trailed the tip of the hilt down Damon’s chest in lazy zigzags. “Now then. Let’s find out how well your last Dom trained you. On your knees.”

  The speed at which Damon dropped had to hurt but his face showed only eagerness. Naomie loved that expression. She also loved the expression her subs got when they were battling not to come. Damon would be wearing it soon but hopefully not too soon. Naomie wanted to get through at least half of Damon’s toys before she let him take a break.

  She glanced over her shoulder at Dane, who had Luke’s head in his lap. Dane winked at her. This was the kind of couples activity that suited them best. Thankfully they had friends who felt the same way.

  Epilogue

  For Sweatpants

  Naomie had to retrace her steps. The last thing she remembered was Dane carrying her out of the party after spending most of the night learning Damon’s limits and then testing them. She’d enjoyed herself so much she almost fell asleep the second she sat down. Dane had called an end to the fun, scooped her up so she straddled his waist with his hands cupping her ass, and carried her to the car.

  Too tired at the time, Naomie hadn’t had the energy to get excited at the string from Dane’s swim trunks brushing her clit with each step Dane took, or the way he’d gently kneaded her ass so the tips of his fingers nudged the base of her plug. Play like that would have normally had her riding his dick to the driveway and then letting him fuck her against the side of the car. Instead, he’d put her on the passenger seat and driven her home.

  She had a vague recollection of complaining about the chill in the air before waking up in bed curled around Dane’s side, and horny. Dane had been accommodating when she rolled him over so she could mount him and finish the ride he’d started last night.

  Naomie loved Saturdays. Sex all day from the moment she and Dane woke until they were both too tired to continue or until someone came up with a compelling enough lure to get them out of the house. Depending on the destination, the sex was interrupted only long enough to change locations.

  No one would be luring them out of the house this time. Last night’s play had deemed this Saturday a lazy day. Naomie intended to enjoy it as soon as she found her swimsuit and put it in the bathroom sink to soak. The instructions said hand-wash only, which she didn’t mind, but she needed to give the detergent a chance to work on the oil Logan had used.

  “Dane?”

  A muffled grunt of acknowledgment—or the central air starting, she couldn’t be sure—reached her ears. Naomie would assume it was the former but allowed for the latter and raised her voice. “Dane, have you seen my swimsuit? I can’t remember where I put it after we got home.”

  Dane called, “You didn’t wear it home. You didn’t wear anything home.”

  “Oh.” Naomie almost pouted. She’d missed being naked in public. Naked and spread, thanks to the way Dane had carried her. She must have been beyond exhausted not to notice something so titillating.

  Had Dane paraded her past the partygoers? Had Luke and Damon’s neighbors seen her? Naomie’s pussy slicked as she imagined how many people had witnessed her departure. She hoped they told her about it when she saw them again. Fred and Arisa might have the details she craved. They would share them on Tuesday while fondling her body—the perfect way to relate the events of the night.

  Naomie said, “We’ll have to swing by Luke and Damon’s place at some point and get it. I promised Arisa and Fred I would wear it on Tuesday.”

  “Luke dropped me an email. He says he’s washing it and he’ll bring it by tomorrow. He and Damon are going to be on this side of town.”

  “Should we invite them to stay and play?”

  “No. You’ve played enough.”

  Naomie pushed out her bottom lip with a soft huff.

  “Stop pouting or I’ll make you stop.”

  She stuck out her tongue. Dane wasn’t in the room and couldn’t see her and he probably hadn’t heard her either
but he knew her well. Today wouldn’t be much of a lazy day if he decided to punish her for pouting.

  “I wasn’t pouting.”

  “Sure you weren’t.”

  “I wasn’t.” Naomie went to the nightstand on Dane’s side of the bed and tested the weight of the lube bottle there. Still plenty left. Just in case Dane didn’t believe her, she wanted everything to be ready.

  She licked her lips as she looked at the doorway. Her imp had come up with a naughty idea. After playing with Damon all night, she wanted to indulge in a little limit testing herself. Dane wouldn’t go for it unless she gave him a reason.

  Naomie prepared to whine in a way she knew would get her what she wanted. Dane might see through it. If he was in the same mood as her, he would play along.

  “Hey, Naomie, what’s this?”

  She startled. “What’s what?”

  “Come here.”

  Uh oh. Had she gotten herself in trouble and not realized? That worked too if it got her what she wanted. Naomie trotted into the computer room and draped herself against Dane’s back as she looked over his shoulder. He pointed to the email with an attachment.

  She smiled big. “My pictures!”

  “What pictures?”

  “Oh, don’t sound like that. These are private pictures. Mia and I stopped by the photo studio yesterday while swimsuit shopping. Click it. Click it.”

  Dane groaned but he clicked the email. “‘Ladies, here are the pictures. There’s a link in the file to the full run. Clay.’ Who the hell is Clay?”

  “He’s the picture guy. Now download the damn file. I want to see.” She bounced against him.

  “I’m downloading. I’m downloading. Calm down.” He opened the file into the slideshow viewer. A low whistle left his lips. “Damn.”

  “I know, right?”

  “Looks like you had fun yesterday. Where is this?”

  “The picture place in the mall.”

  “They do pictures like this?” He zoomed in on a picture of Mia’s pussy as she kneeled before Naomie. Clay must have gotten on the ground to get the upward angle. It was perfect and showed Mia’s entire glistening pink slit in vibrant color.

  Naomie said, “No, but we know a manager. Turns out Mia and I might be visiting there for some private sessions. An after-hours kind of thing.”

  “Uh huh. So long as he’s not posting them on the ’net, I’m all for it.” Dane cocked his head to the side as he stared at Mia licking Naomie’s pussy. “She’s got a long tongue.”

  “I know.” She ran her hands down his chest.

  Dane grabbed one of her hands and pulled her around the side of the chair and across his lap without looking away from the computer screen. “So you mentioned a double date or something, the other day, that we never got around to scheduling. What’s up with that?”

  Naomie chuckled. “We just finished a double date with Luke and Damon yesterday. Wasn’t that enough for you?”

  “That was different and it wasn’t a date. That was alone time during a party to feel out Damon.”

  “When are you heading back over?”

  Dane shrugged. “Never mind about that. Mia and Quincy. Double date. When?”

  “We never got around to scheduling it.”

  He clicked to the next picture of Mia sucking Naomie’s left nipple. “We really should.”

  “Yes, we should.” Naomie purred when Dane slipped his free hand under her half-shirt and cupped her left breast.

  “How’s next weekend?”

  “I’ll have to ask but Mia and Quincy are probably free.”

  “Good.” He looked over her and then raised an eyebrow as he released her breast to tug at the pant leg of her new sweatpants. “What’s this? You sick?”

  “Nope. I just thought I would try something different. They are really comfortable. See?” She changed position so she knelt with her knees on either side of his thighs. Leaning back with one hand braced on the edge of the desk, Naomie pulled the waistband out as far as it could stretch. The sweatpants were four sizes too big, which gave Dane a perfect view of her pantyless state.

  He nodded as he stared at her display. “They look comfortable.”

  The hunger in his gaze made Naomie smile. The sweatpants were having the desired effect. She was happy she’d thought to buy several pairs.

  “Mia said I should go for a smaller size but you know how I am with thick fabric against my skin. Not happening. But these aren’t that bad.” She released the waistband and wiggled so the pants slipped down to her hips. Her position on Dane’s lap kept them from going any farther. “What do you think?”

  The tent in the front of his pants told her exactly what he was thinking. Naomie feigned ignorance to draw out this little game. How long before Dane snapped? Which way would he fuck her?

  “I think I like you in sweatpants.”

  “Think?” Naomie cocked her head to the side. “Does this help?” She backed off the chair and stood before him.

  “Hmmm. Turn around.”

  Naomie presented him with her back and looked over her shoulder. “Well?”

  Dane opened his pants and wrapped his fingers around his stiff erection while staring at her ass. “They’re okay. They could be better.”

  “How so? They’re sweatpants.”

  He hooked her waistband with his free hand and pulled down but not enough to take them off. He freed her ass but kept the sweatpants around her upper thighs, with the back of his hand resting against her pussy. “Much better.”

  “I agree.” Naomie shimmied, rubbing her wet slit against Dane’s hand.

  He edged one knuckle between her lower lips so it rested against her entrance. “Is my pussy hungry again? I just gave her some cream an hour ago.”

  “You know my pussy is always hungry for your cream, Big D.” She arched her back, pointing her ass at Dane. “Gimme.”

  “Hungry and demanding. Pussy better watch herself or else she’s going to get more than she can handle.”

  “Here’s hoping.”

  “Come here, you.” Dane grabbed her around the waist, opened his legs and hauled her back.

  Naomie giggled and squealed and tried to hold the desk while pretending to get free. Her struggles landed her on Dane’s dick, stuffing his hard length into her channel. She switched from pulling away to pushing back in a single heartbeat.

  Dane cupped her hips and guided her up and down his shaft as he bucked.

  “Oh yes, Big D. Mmmmm. Just like that.” Naomie bowed her head forward, enjoying Dane’s deep intrusion.

  A flicker caught her attention and she lifted her gaze to the computer screen. The slideshow of her session with Mia was on auto. She must have hit something while she was playing at getting away from Dane. She was glad she had. The scrolling pictures resembled a flipbook.

  Naomie watched herself being fucked by Mia as Dane surged into her pussy, stroke after delicious stroke. The effect was tantalizingly naughty. Clay had managed to get some impressive angles and close-ups that captured every beautiful moment of Mia and Naomie’s pleasure.

  If this engulfing heat and exhilarating thrill was what it felt like to have sex while watching herself having sex, Naomie might have just discovered a new kink and a new reason to invest in a camcorder or a mirror over the bed or both. She found herself bouncing faster and faster on Dane’s dick as the pictures progressed. In the pictures, Mia licked Naomie’s clit and Naomie could feel the echo of that sensation.

  She passed her tongue over her lips when the pictures of her exploring Mia’s slit started, almost tasting Mia again.

  Dane hooked his thumb in Naomie’s asshole. She bowed her back as she rolled her body and moaned lustily.

  “You’re with me now, not her.” His tone was gruff but Naomie heard a hint of amusement.

  She didn’t know if he could see the screen around her or if he wanted to see the screen. Moving didn’t cross her mind. She knew she was with Dane and reveled in the passion they shared but she could
n’t stop staring, watching and remembering every gratifying second of her time with Mia. Pictorial evidence aided her memory to the point that she swore Mia was there gripping Naomie’s left breast.

  Mia wasn’t. Naomie was the one massaging her breast. Dane was the one reaching around her waist and rubbing her clit in quick circles. She couldn’t mistake his thick digits for Mia’s thin, elegant fingers. But Naomie would love to feel both Dane and Mia at the same time. Would they work together or vie for space?

  Better question—would Naomie survive the encounter? Her heavy panting and the wet slap of her pussy slamming onto Dane’s dick filled the room. Dane and some pictures caused Naomie’s excited state. Mia and Dane together might have Naomie screaming her pleasure loud enough for the neighbors to call the cops.

  It wasn’t a party until the cops made an appearance. And sometimes the party got more interesting when the cops joined in. That had only happened once out of five calls. It was the first time Naomie had had sex using real handcuffs. Officer Knowlton hadn’t needed much convincing to frisk Naomie’s nude body until he was sure she wasn’t concealing anything dangerous.

  His partner Officer Sumner had been likewise thorough to make sure Knowlton hadn’t missed anything. It was Sumner who had decided Naomie needed to be handcuffed in a bent-over position with her wrists and ankles together while he checked her pussy.

  Dane, Mia, Quincy, Knowlton and Sumner—Naomie climaxed imagining the five of them playing a game of whodunit. Her liquid release mingled with Dane’s hot cum. Both filled and overflowed her channel. From the amount Dane had given her, Naomie guessed the sweatpants had gotten him very, very excited.

  She sat back on his lap with a contented sigh. The motion ushered his dick into her fully. He was still hard, not as hard as a few seconds ago but alert and ready for some coaxing to start round two.

  Naomie asked between ragged inhales, “Now what do you think of them?”

  Dane kissed her neck. “Is this the only pair you got?”

  “No. I bought six pair in different colors.” Naomie tilted her head back and flicked the tip of her tongue against his chin. “You want to try out those too?”