by Zoey Marcel
“I’m not trembling,” she said softly, growing faint when he moved closer so their bodies brushed against each other.
“If you lose him, you have other men to contend with. He’s the only man for me,” Kale said.
“Excuse me? I love them all equally.”
“I know you do.”
He distracted her with the licentious journey of his thumb teasing her lower lip again. Tingles gathered. Her sex clenched with need.
“But not as much as I love him,” he whispered, bathing her face in warm decadence.
“You’re starting to irritate me.”
“Brighton told me how hard it makes him when he imagines me dominating both of you, bringing you pain and pleasure.” Kale’s hush fanned her lips and she gasped lightly when he cupped her butt and tugged her against him. “If he’s my perfect ideal in a man, you’re exactly what I’ve been looking for in a woman.”
His erect cock seared her belly through her top.
“You’re a bold one. You don’t even know me.”
“I would like to.”
“I don’t understand why Brighton is so eager for me to learn all the things you’ve been teaching him.”
“Part of the reason is that he wants you to enjoy the experience the way he has, and as to the other reason, I’ll let him tell you that.”
Reluctantly, she lifted his hands off her rump. “I have to go.”
“I look forward to seeing you again,” Kale said confidently as she headed toward the front door.
Danielle looked over her shoulder at him. “What makes you think there will be a next time?”
“The way your nipples beaded. I have no doubt you’re soaked for me.”
She gasped, blushing at his arrogant smirk. “It would serve you right if I marked everything as a hard limit.”
“If you did, I would have to punish you for dishonesty. You will be completely open to me, Danielle.” His eyes swept her body and he actually licked his lips. “In every way.”
Her cheeks were inflamed as she fumbled with the doorknob. It wouldn’t open.
“Try unlocking it, kitten.”
She flushed even more as she tried his most obvious suggestion. “Shut up.”
She heard him laughing at her on her way out. It was one of those deep, sexy man laughs, the kind that got a woman hot and needy if they dwelled on it for too long.
* * * *
On her way to the library two days later Danielle spotted her best friend, Felicia, standing in an alley with her boyfriend, Jasper. She couldn’t really tell if they were arguing or declaring their feelings for each other.
“Just me,” Jasper barked with a hand holding her chin.
“Just you,” Felicia agreed.
“You’re mine.” He grabbed her ass and pulled her against him.
“All yours.” She tangled her fingers in his hair.
They shared a hungry kiss.
Jasper broke the kiss and asked her something in a voice too low to hear. Felicia said something back and then he lost it.
“What do you mean you wouldn’t want me if you were a lesbian?”
Does she really need to explain it to you, dumbass?
Felicia answered him quietly.
“No,” Jasper snapped. “Even if you were a lesbian you’d still only want me. Say it.”
What the hell was wrong with him?
Felicia pawed at his chest affectionately while she said something.
“Say it!”
Danielle wished her pal would just leave the nut job.
“Only you,” Felicia told him.
“Do you mean that?”
“For real, baby.”
They plastered their mouths on one another, pretty much climbing up each other’s bodies in a dramatic display.
Danielle kept on going until she reached the library. As she was perusing the shelves of books, something caught her attention from the corner of her eye. Kale and Brighton were approaching her. Trembling, she faced them. She really wanted to get involved with Kale, too, but that made her feel guilty.
“There you are.” Brighton gave her a warm smile. “Kale and I wanted to talk with you.”
“What about?”
“I think you know,” Kale replied.
“How come you filled out the list of hard and soft limits, but you never gave it back to Kale?” Brighton asked.
“I feel bad,” she quietly admitted.
“For wanting him?” Brighton asked.
She nodded.
“Don’t. David’s fine with it and you know I think it’s hot as hell.”
“You have no need to feel bad, Danielle.” Kale smoothed his hand over her cheek, warming her.
“I don’t think anyone would take me seriously if I was involved with three men.”
“Who cares what they think?” Kale shrugged.
“Baby, this is McKenna Downs,” Brighton reminded her. “Nobody would bat an eye if you had more than one partner. Lots of people in this town do.”
“I know, but outside this town they would look down on me.”
“Not everyone. And if somebody does, who cares?”
“I know I shouldn’t.” She hung her head. “I’m attracted to you, Kale. I just want to be respected and valued.”
Kale angled her face up so she was looking into his soft, reassuring gaze. “I will always respect you, kitten, and I’m certain that the more I learn of you will only have me valuing you all the more.”
“That’s sweet of you to say.”
“Say, yes, honey,” Brighton urged. “I want to share you with him and have him teach you the kinky stuff he’s been doing to me. I know you’d love it. Don’t you want to know what that’s like?”
“I do, but he’s a member of that motorcycle club.”
Kale’s face was unreadable. “Why should that make a difference?”
“I don’t think my brother would like me dating a biker. He doesn’t want me dating anyone from McKenna Downs because of that curse he believes in. I don’t, but he does.”
“Pfft. Please,” Brighton scoffed lightly. “That’s just a myth.”
“I know,” she agreed. “I’m surprised Dominic even believes in it. He’s not superstitious or anything.”
“Your brother is not the one I will be going to bed with,” Kale told her.
“Well, I should hope not,” Brighton teased.
Kale smiled at him before looking at her again. “Don’t worry about what your brother wants or what people will think of you. Do you want me, Danielle?”
“Yeah,” she whispered, biting back a smile.
“Then bring your list with you the next time Brighton comes to see me.” Kale kissed her hand, sending shards of delight up her arm.
“Kale, dude, you’re supposed to kiss her mouth so I can watch like a pervert,” Brighton said.
Kale smiled and ruffled his hair. “We will kiss when we know each other better.”
That made her respect him.
“If you have no plans after this we would like to have lunch with you,” Kale said.
She smiled at him, stomach churning with arousal. “That would be nice.”
“Sweet.” Brighton grinned. “Meet us at the restaurant in a half hour.”
“Okay.”
She shared a tender kiss with him before he left with Kale.
After leaving the library, she heard animalistic sounds coming from that same alley she’d seen Felicia and Jasper conversing in. The wild noises sounded like two horny sea lions going at it on the beach.
“Oh, Felicia!”
“Oh, Jasper!”
“Don’t ever look at anybody,” he panted roughly.
“I won’t,” she said breathlessly.
“Don’t even think about them.”
“I won’t. Kiss me.”
“Don’t tell me what to do. I’ll kiss you when I want to.”
Danielle rolled her eyes.
“I’m sorry,” Felicia mewled. “You’re just so good
at it.”
Jasper groaned. “Oh, Felicia.”
“Oh, Jasper.”
“I can’t stop kissing you, baby.”
More feral sounds followed and the dumpster occasionally moved. Danielle highly doubted they were in the nasty thing, probably just messing around on the other side of it. She wondered if she’d end up hearing that they were caught by cops. They weren’t exactly being inconspicuous.
“Oh yes!”
“Yes!”
“Fuck, yes!”
Good Lord.
* * * *
Danielle couldn’t stay away. She went with Brighton to Kale’s house a few days later.
“How much do you know about BDSM?” Kale asked while reading over her list of limits.
“Whips, chains, Sir, this, kneel and suck that.”
His lips swiveled with humor while he listened without looking at her.
“Safe, Sane, and Consensual.”
“What about the other one?” he asked.
“Oh, I know this one. R.A.C.K.”
“Do you know what it stands for?”
“Uh...Give me a minute.”
Brighton flashed her a grin. “I thought he was talking about tits at first.”
She laughed.
Kale snickered. “He never fails to amuse.”
“Something like Risk Aware Consensual Kink. Am I right?”
He nodded. “Very good. What does it mean?”
“Make sure that when you do something dangerous, the other person likes it?”
He smiled. “The reason for that is that some people feel that Safe, Sane, and Consensual doesn’t fit edge play since lighting someone on fire or drawing blood has a great potential for danger. What R.A.C.K. is basically saying is that there are times during S&M when certain activities are dangerous. Even swallowing food or crossing the street can be dangerous, but if you understand the risks ahead of time, make sure you know what you’re doing, that the other person consents fully, and that the necessary precautions are taken to make the risky activity as safe as possible, there’s no reason why something edgier can’t be enjoyed.”
“That makes sense,” she said.
“Both mottos are saying relatively the same thing as far as consent and safety is concerned. It’s just one is more specific about certain forms of play that on the outside would hardly be considered safe. If you know what you’re doing and take the necessary precautions, the risk goes down.”
“And it really doesn’t matter which motto you use as long as everybody consents and plays safe, right?” Brighton chimed in.
“Exactly.”
Their affection for each other was obvious. Danielle had the strongest urge to see them make out. She really hoped they did in front of her.
“I won’t overload you with information,” Kale said, standing. “No one likes a know-it-all.”
“Will you get naked for him, baby?” Brighton was practically bouncing in his skin from excitement.
She blushed, not sure what to say. Molten nectar seeped into her folds.
“If you’re comfortable with full nudity this time, you may,” Kale said. “If not, I would have you strip down to your lingerie while I spank and paddle you.”
She swallowed, blood heating over the provocative images his words inspired. “I’ll strip down to my bra and underwear for now.”
“That’s fine.”
“Ah,” Brighton whined. “Okay, but if you should change your mind I’m all for it.”
She grinned. “I know you are.”
“Before you strip I want you to pick a safe word,” Kale told her.
“London,” she said without hesitation.
Brighton looked like he knew why. He never really had a poker face.
“London, then. Strip now,” Kale ordered.
She obeyed, quivering with nerves and the thrill of being half undressed in front of them.
“Bend over the couch. I’m going to give you a warm-up spanking and then paddle you. Afterward if you’re comfortable we will all engage in petting and possibly oral sex. If you’re not ready, say so.”
“Can I wait and see?”
He nodded once. “I would like you to call me Sir. If you forget today that’s fine, but it would please me if you did your best to remember.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Brighton, rest on the sofa and hold her while I spank her. I want her relaxed in your arms.”
“Yes, Sir. Right on it.” Brighton knelt on the couch, holding her close while she was bent over the back of it on her feet.
Having him there helped to ease her mind. She couldn’t imagine being alone with a Dom for the first time. She’d probably be too nervous to function and he would think she was frigid in bed. She was a little minx in the sack once she was comfortable and knew the man.
She waited for the imminent spanking, wearing only her burgundy bra and matching panties. The crotch of her undies stuck to her wet folds. The caress of Kale’s hand through the cotton sent a fit of shivers through her.
The intimate touch was followed by the flat of his hand bearing down swiftly on her butt. She flinched, sucking in a gulp of air.
“Mmm, that’s so hot,” Brighton groaned.
Kale spanked her a few times, heating her bottom with every stinging contact. Periodically he stopped to rub away the sting through her panties.
“Let him take your underwear off, honey,” Brighton pleaded. “Let him see how yummy your ass is.”
She nodded against him, pussy gushing when Kale slowly took her panties off.
“Your ass is gorgeous,” he agreed.
“Thank you, Sir.”
She grinned when she felt Brighton undoing the clasp on her bra. “You never mentioned the bra.”
“I said underwear. This still counts, kind of.”
Brighton pushed the straps down, moaning in approval when her mounds were bared to him. He cuddled her with one arm and used his other hand to grope one of her naked breasts.
“So good, baby. I feel you getting hard for me. These big, pretty nipples. Let Kale feel how wet you are.”
Liquid desire spilled into her folds as she widened her stance. She sucked in a bunch of air, mewling softly when Kale’s fingers brushed over her smooth mons.
“So soft,” he purred.
She oozed for him when his finger dipped into her slit.
“I knew you were soaked for me,” he murmured harshly into her ear.
The heady words and his finger pushing into her damp channel made her gasp and shudder. He finger-fucked her for a moment before withdrawing his digit. She whimpered at the loss.
“I’m going to paddle you now.”
No sooner had he said it and she felt the flat, broad surface of wood slamming against her ass. She yelped at the spontaneous hit. Steadying herself, she clung to Brighton, wincing and mewing while Kale paddled her.
It was so deliciously confusing to be paddled hard enough for every thud to render her bottom aflame and sensitive, then a few slaps later to be fondled by the hand that had previously struck her. She felt light and free, like she was flying and somehow grounded deeply in the moment at the same time.
A few more thudding cracks followed, setting her buttocks ablaze with pain.
“It’s finished, kitten,” Kale whispered against her neck before kissing her there. “You did very well.”
She flinched, getting chills and gasping softly. “Thank you, Sir.”
Brighton petted her back. “I want to lick your pussy, baby. Kale said he wanted to suck my cock while you suck his. It’ll be a train of hotness. What do you think?”
“That sounds good.”
Her head spun with delight at the rawness of everything, the levitating feeling of being paddled and conquered. She needed them both as soon as possible.
“You want me naked?” Brighton asked him.
“I always want you naked,” Kale replied. “Strip while I lay out some blankets.”
“Yes, Sir. Ta
ke my pants off, honey.”
She walked around the couch and helped him out of his clothing. Both were naked by the time Kale laid out the blankets.
“Lie down,” he commanded in a hushed timbre.
Danielle and Brighton obeyed. He was super erect and she was absolutely sopping wet.
Kale took his clothes off and then lay down with them. He brushed her hair back from her face, but he didn’t kiss her. Maybe he only reserved kissing for Brighton since they had a relationship and he was only training her to be a submissive. She could respect that, but she was beginning to crave the kiss that eluded her.
They all gathered near each other in a circle of flesh and engorged genitals. She nearly came when she saw Kale slip Brighton’s cock into his mouth. That was a fantasy come true, seeing two studs getting it on.
Brighton panted and she saw his balls draw up as Kale suckled him. “I’m sorry, baby. I got distracted.”
He put his face between her thighs and kissed her mound. She sighed, loving the way his soft lips felt on her. Scorching dampness touched her vulva. His tongue skimmed her sex lips in a dirty exploration he offered no apologies for.
She noticed the napkins Kale had set down near her, probably so she could spit his cum out. That was considerate of him. She inched closer to his bulging dick. Cupping his balls, she found confidence when he treated her with a guttural sound. She wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and then went down on him.
It was paralyzing. They were a tangle of limbs and swollen flesh as they licked, sucked, and groped each other into a horny state of delirium.
Brighton made her come a couple of times, and Kale’s enthralled noises said he reveled in her tormented squeals on his dick. His grunting was cut off by Brighton’s cock in his mouth. The younger man finished before the older one. Kale swallowed down his load and she swore the sight of Brighton writhing with his dick in Kale’s mouth was the hottest thing she’d ever seen.
After Danielle’s second climax Kale started to come. She felt the hard throb of his cock against her tongue. She let him gush his hot release into her mouth and quietly waited for him to stop shaking before ejecting him. She discreetly spat out his cum into the napkins.
The three of them lay on the blankets, sweating and quivering against each other. She could see why Brighton was so addicted to Kale. It was the first time the thought occurred to her to be worried that maybe her blond-haired, blue-eyed rebel would leave her for this man.
