by Sorcha Black
Tess was watching them silently, chewing her lip, her brow wrinkled in consternation. All this fuss was probably making her think it was a big deal.
“It’s not huge. It’s barely the size of my finger. Quit being a drama queen.”
“So why don’t you stick your finger up your ass and walk around like that all night while you try to look pretty? We’re going to a party and now I’m just going to look constipated.”
Lock tried to glower at her, but surprised himself with a laugh. He just never knew what his crazy girl was going to say or do next. She made his life interesting every single day. Why had he ever thought he wanted a well-trained, blindly obedient sub?
Without making a big production of it, he lubed the plug then toyed with her pussy while he worked it into her ass. When he was done, he wiped the excess lube off her and moved her panties back into place. As she lay there panting, he kissed her lower back then went to the bathroom to wash his hands.
When he went back into the room, Elodie was hugging Tess and they were both looking at him with apprehension.
“What are you worried about, Elodie? Yours is already in.”
She shrugged. “My Souris is nervous and it makes me want to protect her.”
Lock picked up the bag with the smaller plug and held it out to her. “Here, do you want to do it?”
“Well, no. I don’t know what I’m doing. I might hurt her.”
Tess clung to Elodie, the tableau of the two of them together, so nearly bare and so obviously connected, was lovely.
He sat back in the chair. “Come here, Mouse.” He held out a hand to her and she reluctantly let go of Elodie and came to him. Maybe it was too soon for this. She hadn’t even been properly fucked yet.
Surprisingly, she leaned into him. He hugged her around the waist, and planted a kiss on her belly. When she gasped, he couldn’t help but brush his lips over the soft skin just above the waistline of her skirt, and slide his hand up the back of her thigh to cup her bare ass cheek under the brief garment.
“Oh!” she exclaimed.
He found the top of her thong, where it emerged from between her ass cheeks, and slipped a finger underneath, then slowly followed the fabric down her cleft.
“Maybe we should wait and do this another time?” He looked up at her and took in the unfiltered anxiety and desire she was broadcasting.
“No. I’ve waited so long to have sex that I’m scared of everything. Just do it so I’m not nervous and wondering for the rest of my life. I just want to be normal and do normal things.”
He chuckled. “Some of the things I like aren’t really considered normal.”
“Good. I want to be completely defiled.” She looked down at him, her expression determined. “I trust the two of you to be very thorough.”
The evil laugh that came from Elodie was an echo of the one he managed to contain.
“I think you’ve ended up with the right people, if that’s your goal.”
Tess’s confidence faltered, but she didn’t step back. He got to his feet and gazed down at her, crowding into her personal space. The girl looked up at him and inhaled sharply.
“You’re very tall.” She gulped.
“So I’ve been told.” Tess only came up to his shoulder. She was so tiny. He’d have to be very careful not to hurt her accidentally.
Hurting her on purpose was different.
Elodie moved in behind Tess and started to kiss her neck. Within moments, Tess’s eyes fell shut and her breathing became ragged. Lock put a finger under Tess’s chin and tilted her face toward him, then kissed her. He let his hands slide over the skin her costume had left exposed, amused every time Elodie’s hands bumped into his own.
“I never made the connection, but did you know that Mack from the Kink Monsters is the creator of the Bleak Bondage webcomic? Tess told me when I showed her the costumes.”
God bless Mack.
Tess shuddered and moaned, and when Lock tried to check to see if she was wet, he found that Elodie had beat him there. The girl’s eyes opened almost as wide as her mouth and she gasped, still not used to being fingered, let alone while standing.
“What’s the matter, little Mouse? Is Elodie doing bad things to you?”
Her shock had turned to distress. She nodded, whimpered, moved against him.
“Mmm...but doesn’t it feel good?”
Another nod, but her eyes were losing focus. Gently, he held Tess’s throat so she knew they had her. She was so thin and delicate that his hand could almost wrap all the way around. Her fragility was lovely but left him with the feeling that he needed to play more gently with her than he did with Elodie.
“Oh no.” It was almost a noise rather than words. She was trembling, caught between them. Did she want to get away?
He smiled. “Maybe we should stop. She seems to be upset.”
“No! No, please don’t stop. I’ll die.”
Elodie smirked at him from over Tess’s shoulder. “You won’t die, Souris. Waiting is good for the soul.”
He snorted. The fact that Elodie was using his lines on Tess while he was there with them was downright hilarious. Even flattering, maybe?
Lock nodded at Elodie, pulled Tess away from him then urged her to turn away from him to kneel and lean over the footrest. Minou drew up the girl’s wisp of a Rime skirt, watching Lock’s reaction rather than watching Tess.
For you, her gaze seemed to say.
She slid the matching blue thong down then coaxed the smaller girl to angle her hips to give him an unrestricted view of her most intimate places.
“Look how sweet her little hole is, Sir. How are you ever going to squeeze your big cock in there?”
Tess groaned and hid her face, and Lock’s erection throbbed a protest in his jeans. Fuuuck. He was going to have to rub one out before they left. Maybe the plug he’d bought for her was too big after all.
He sat on the edge of the chair behind the girl and put his hand on her back. The start she gave was so pronounced, he winced. Maybe she didn’t want his pity, or for him to take things slowly, but it still made him feel callous.
Tess should have had the chance to work her way up to this slowly, making out as a teenager, horny, desperate, frustrated, but not rushing. Now she was trying to catch up, but it was like learning how to swim by getting thrown in the ocean. Unfortunately, when you were in your twenties and hanging out with kinksters, water wings and the kiddie pool weren’t an option. Or maybe it was, but that wasn’t his kink.
Instead of rushing right to it, he rubbed her back, then drew tickly pictures there, tracing his fingers over her bare skin, to remind her that touch felt good even when it wasn’t overtly sexual. Elodie joined him, stroking her face and playing with her neck and in her hairline. When she was relaxed, he let his attentions drift downward. From her reactions, the globes of her ass were as sensitive as Elodie’s. He gave her two playful swats that made her sigh and arch back for more.
He let his fingers wander over to the cleft of Tess’s ass, moved them away again, then back, letting her get used to the idea and the sensations. When he reached her asshole she became very still, quivering. Did she think he was going to ram the plug into her?
Elodie caught sight of what he was doing, and started to kiss Tess in earnest, distracting her. Lock reached down and teased Tess’s pussy lips, spread them, and found her clit already hard and sensitive. He tapped there gently and she squirmed against his hand, and moaned into Elodie’s kiss. With a gentle fingertip, he brushed against her back entrance and she squealed, pressing harder against the footrest to try to escape.
He waited until she stopped trying to squirm away and touched her again. She cried out and shivered, then began to sob in desperation as he played there.
“Oh no! Oh please, Lock.” On her lips, his name was a whimper.
Fuck, he was going to have to change his jeans. He could feel precum leaking from his cock, making a cooling wet spot on the fabric.
He sto
pped. “‘No’ isn’t your safeword, Mouse. Do you want to safeword?”
Tess wept, squirming in frustration, but she didn’t answer. Lock crawled over her and wrapped a hand in her hair. Her moaning got louder.
“What do you want?” he whispered in her ear, aware the neighbors in the surrounding rooms were probably getting an earful. “Do you want me to stop?”
“N-no. Please, Sir, do anything you want.” Tears leaked from the corner of her eye and over the bridge of her nose to drip on the footstool. Unable to resist, he licked a tear from her face. A host of nasty ways to defile her popped into his head. New subs should really be taught not to make broad invitations like that.
Time for that conversation later.
He bit her ear, then kissed his grinning Elodie, and moved back to his seat. This time when he touched Tess, she moaned in appreciation, and tried to angle herself so he’d touch her intimately again when he didn’t resume that right away.
The innocent sluttiness almost did him in. He distracted himself with what he’d have to tell her later, about protocol for the party. Protocol was hot, but didn’t directly involve his dick, so maybe it was safer to think about than her mostly virgin body and her consent to do anything.
Tess sounded close to coming. Her frantic noises were keeping him on the edge of losing control.
“If you lubed up your cock and rubbed against her ass, it wouldn’t do any harm,” Elodie said slyly.
Fucking bitch.
He grabbed Elodie’s hair and dragged her, crawling and whimpering, to kneel in front of him. It only took a moment to free his dick from his jeans and jam it into her naughty mouth. She gagged, but started to suck as soon as he wasn’t forcing himself down her throat.
Tess was writhing and mewling, helpless and forlorn. He lubed his pinky finger and smeared it across her anus. With his other hand, he caught her clit between his fingers and started to roll it back and forth. Her body tensed with impending orgasm, and he wiggled the tip of his lubed finger into her protesting hole. She screamed, coming, sobbing, clawing at the footstool as though trying to get away. Elodie sucked on the head of his cock then forced herself down until he was deep in her throat. Her gagging massaged his cock, and he panted with the effort of holding back.
How was a man supposed to concentrate?
He clenched his teeth and pumped his finger farther into Tess, listening to her body, coaxing it to open for him. When his pinky was all the way in, he wriggled it and she screamed in a mix of distress and pleasure, her body clutching at his invasion. Elodie was going down again, and he braced himself, his orgasm roiling in his balls before it spilled out of him. He tried not to lose track of what he was doing to Tess, even though he felt like Elodie was sucking him inside out.
“Fuck, fuck, stop Elodie!” He panted for breath and slid his finger out of Tess’s ass.
With a smug gleam in her eyes, Elodie sat back on her heels so that his softening cock popped out of her mouth. If they were alone, he wouldn’t have stopped her yet, but he needed to get the plug into Tess before her orgasm buzz wore off.
His bad girl turned her attention to Tess, caressing her thighs then drawing her finger back and forth through her now-moist slit. The younger girl shuddered, but the fight had gone out of her and she let Elodie do what she wanted.
Lock retrieved the plug, which was slightly larger than his finger, and lubed it well. He pressed the tip against Tess’s asshole, but it had basically slammed shut again. Elodie teased her mouse’s pretty pussy, and her poor victim was already squirming again from the attention. Carefully, he fucked the plug into her. Tess hissed and sobbed.
“Good Mouse. See? That’s not so bad. You can take all of this for me, can’t you?”
“Nooo,” she whined, but she didn’t try to stop him or safeword. Elodie focused her attack on Tess’s clit and the girl’s breathing became erratic.
Gradually, her virgin hole accepted the widest part of the plug and closed around the narrower section before the base. Once it was in, he tapped the toy, making it vibrate gently and enjoying the way it made Tess squeal. He chuckled, then patted her ass and cleaned her off before going to wash his hands. While he was rinsing, he heard a hoarse scream. He chuckled, impressed at how good Elodie was at getting her off.
She was helping Tess up when he returned, and he sat on the couch and pulled the two women down on either side of him. They both hissed when their bottoms hit the couch, and he had to force himself not to smirk at their discomfort. When he wrapped an arm around each of them, Tess melted into his side more readily than he would have thought, while Elodie had trouble sitting still.
“Do you need to come, Minou?”
She frowned, as though pained. “I don’t need to, but I would really like to.” Her gaze was hopeful.
Tess seemed dazed, so he squeezed her shoulder. “Are you going to help her with that, little Mouse?”
Her eyes widened and she shook her head. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Sir,” Elodie corrected.
“Right. I don’t know what to do, Sir.” Her cheeks were scarlet.
“Well, we’re already late for the party, my deviant kittens, so Elodie will have to wait.” Elodie rolled her head back and groaned good-naturedly. “While we’re there, if you have time to think about things, you need to figure out how to please her, because when we come back you’ll go down on her until she gets off, even if it takes all night.”
Mouse looked worried, obviously unaware that a stiff breeze would get Elodie off, let alone watching the adorable girl struggle through pleasuring her for the first time. It didn’t help when Elodie pinned her with a calculating look. Cat and mouse, indeed.
He shooed them to the bathroom to repair the damage he’d done to their hair and makeup, and within ten minutes they were on their way. With any luck their damn plugs wouldn’t fall out, but it was such a tight fit for both of them, they might be safe.
Admittedly, he was nervous. Although he’d gone to private parties like this before, and he knew most of the people going to this one, the idea of introducing people to Tess was giving him pause. A few couples were open to playing with other people, but this was different. Somehow in his head, Tess had gone from Elodie’s temporary plaything, to something longer term. The thought of her possibly going on another date with Tristan sometime made Lock feel protective and territorial. Elodie was his, without question, but now Tess was...theirs?
He’d also failed to mention any of this to Kylie and Rick, who were planning to be there.
“Shhh. Don’t worry.” Elodie was murmuring to Tess in the back seat, where he’d buckled them in after cuffing them to each other. They’d been holding hands anyway. “Just remember the things I told you and copy me. If all else fails, sit on Lock’s lap. I’m sure he’d be glad to keep you busy.”
Tess was watching him in the rearview mirror as though he might sprout horns and fangs.
“Elodie is right, Mouse. There’s nothing to worry about. You’re new, so if you forget protocol no one will care. No one would care anyway, because whatever protocol or lack of it there is between us is no one else’s business.” He smiled and she shyly dropped her gaze. Was she thinking of the plug he’d pushed into her ass? It was hard enough for him to stop thinking about it, and he wasn’t the one it was stuffed into.
When they reached the right hotel, an old and ornate building that took up the entire block, Lock helped the girls out of the car and draped a jacket over their hands to disguise the leather cuffs. Elodie strolled in as though she was fucking the owner, while Tess stared at the toes of her boots and fidgeted.
Elodie frowned. “Souris, stop.”
The two words were like magic. Tess stood up straight and lifted her chin. Sure she only came up to Elodie’s ear, but when she pretended she had some self-confidence, she went from blending into the background to being sexy, in her ethereal, wispy way. It was like having a succubus and a dryad as submissives. The best of both worlds.
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br /> The lobby was packed with convention-goers in cosplay, so other than a few appreciative stares, no one paid much attention to the girls’ attire, which suited him fine. Maybe it had been a cop-out to wear contacts, jeans and a con shirt from last year, considering how Elodie and Tess were dressed. He’d never been a leather pants kind of Dom though, and he had never been into cosplay, even though he could admire it on other people.
When they got into the elevator, Tess stared at some of the flamboyant moldings that were added to the modern conveyance to match the hotel décor.
“It’s so pretty here. I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s like a museum.” She reddened. “Or like museums you see on TV. I’ve never been to a real one.”
Never? Had she always been poor? It was weird how he could probably pick her ass out of a lineup but still knew very little about her.
The elevator stopped and the doors opened to admit a tall, dark and handsome type, wearing pirate cosplay from a manga he’d seen around but never read. As soon as he caught sight of the girls, he grinned widely.
“Rigg and Rime! You’re the second pair I’ve seen, but the other Rigg was a guy.” He raised his brows. “Your version of Bleak Bondage is a lot more interesting.”
Elodie smiled back and started chatting with the guy about the webcomic. He asked for a picture and the girls posed together for him.
When the elevator stopped, Lock realized the guy had never pushed a button.
“The three of you are headed to Malik’s party too?”
Lock nodded and the guy fell into step with him.
“I’m Lio.” He held out his hand and Lock shook it.
“I haven’t seen you around before.”
Lio shrugged, his dark eyes amused. “I just moved here from Hawaii a few months ago. Work transfer. I met Malik at his comic store pretty much right away, which was awesome since I haven’t even had time to check out the local club.”
“We’re from Felix, so we haven’t been to the club here either.” They stepped out onto the rooftop terrace, which had more privacy than Lock had anticipated. Trees and swagged fabric kept him from feeling as though they were a spectacle to surrounding buildings, although the other ones in the vicinity were actually shorter than the hotel. Privacy outdoors in the middle of the city seemed odd.
