Getting Rowdy

by Drew Sera

  As I sat down on the bed, I held my breath as I pulled her onto my lap. I needed to hold her for a bit, but I knew I would be working against the clock with her comfort level. I snuggled her against my chest, kissed her forehead and told her that I was proud of her for trying the new butt plug.

  Moments later, she grew restless and needed up. I released my hold on her and watched her nervously move around the guest room unsure of what to do. I felt sorry for her. Something prevents her from enjoying this special time after sex or a play scene. She’s made progress and lets me hold her for a bit, but not very long.

  This week, I was going to sort this out. If I couldn’t, I don’t think I could continue with Kelsie. I can’t let my heart continue to get wrapped up in Kelsie if I can’t wrap my arms around her.

  Kelsie and I were sitting on the patio in the afternoon having cookies when I decided to broach the topics that have been weighing on my mind. Cathy was in the play room with Noah, so I knew Kelsie and I would have some private time.

  “Sweetheart, I know it’s only been one night, but I’m having a wonderful time and am so glad you decided to spend a week here.”

  “Me too! I loved waking up this morning to your hands.”

  “Glad to hear.” I paused for a moment and watched her finish her cookie and sip her Coke. “Communication is so important to me, Kelsie. I absolutely adore you and want you in my life. Cathy and I are very open, and we both want this to work out, but I need you to meet me in the middle.”

  She set her Coke down and put her hands in her lap. I could tell that she knew what I was getting at and I think she was trying to decide which route she was going to go. Up to this point, I think she’s been a wild, free bird that has been on her own for a while. I think she does what she wants when she wants. But I also am pretty sure there’s something she wants, but is afraid to reach, or ask for it.

  “Are you mad at me?” she asked.

  “No, little one. Kelsie, my heart is very attached to you. You’ve dusted the dirt off a part of me that I buried a long time ago.”

  “The Daddy Dom,” she said softly.

  “Yes. It’s unfortunate that the title carries a stigma and often leaves a bad taste in people’s mouths and minds. I love how you make me feel when we’re together. But there is a part, that I’m not fond of. It’s a huge part of me, and I need that piece to feel completely satisfied with our dynamic.”

  Kelsie frowned and tilted her head to the side as if she was trying to figure out what I was talking about.

  “You don’t let me take care of you, the way I need to. I’m talking about holding you and loving you afterward.”

  “After care.”

  I nodded and took hold of her hands.

  “Sweetheart, I know there is something that makes you avoid it. And I know you’ve met me in the middle with at least staying in the same room with me when you didn’t want to have that physical connection anymore. And I’ve been ok with that, hoping you’d trust me enough to hold you as long as I needed…and you needed. But we’re still at the same point, Kelsie.”

  “I do trust you!”

  Tears spilled from her eyes as she sat there. She knew she was at the fork in the road. She could take the easy route and risk possibly losing something that I knew she wanted. Or taking the bumpy route, and have to open herself up so I could understand.

  “Make me understand, Kelsie.”

  “I…I don’t want to get used to you holding me. I like it too much, and I know that I shouldn’t.”

  “Why? Little one, I will hold you as long as you want.”

  “I love how it feels in your arms. You’ve been the only one ever to hold me the way you do. I like it, but I’m afraid that I’ll get used to it. Then when you leave, I’ll hurt.”

  My heart ached. Kelsie wanted the physical closeness but was afraid to lose it, so it was easier for her to avoid it all together.

  “Tell me about your family, Kelsie.”

  She looked away from me and down to the ground before her eyes met mine again. I thought if I understood where this girl came from and what her relationship with her family was like, then maybe I could get a better idea of her constant running.

  “We were poor. We lived in the basement of an abandoned building on the outskirts of the city. There were a few other people that also lived with my mom and dad. My dad and the other guys usually left each day to find work.” Kelsie paused several times, and I remained quiet but supportive. “My mom died when I was little. I wasn’t even in school yet. Some men came into the building and found us. I didn’t think they were mean when they came downstairs. But they ended up hurting my mom. The guys knew I was there, but I didn’t move. I can still hear her screaming some nights in my dreams. They killed her and threw money down next to her when they left. My father didn’t talk much to me after that. He barely acted as if I existed. I’d stay out for days when I got a little older, just to see if he’d say anything. Yell at me maybe. Anything. He never did. He hated me. I think he blamed me for not doing anything when those men came into the building.”

  “Kelsie, you were a scared child.”

  “Yeah, I know. But, I should have run out for help, or something. But I just stayed hidden.”

  I gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

  “How did you end up in America, sweetheart?”

  “My dad. He told me that once I turned nineteen, he was sending me to America for what he called a better life. He took me to the airport. I had a backpack that held my whole life in it. We met a man in the luggage claim, and he spoke to my dad for a few minutes before handing him an envelope. My dad opened it and showed me all the money. He hit my nose with the envelope and told me to enjoy life in the U.S., and he said that he could finally breathe now that I was out of his life. That’s how I came to America.”

  I took a deep breath and leaned back in the chair, but never took my eyes off her. Many pieces were fitting into place and making sense to me, and I was confident that I had a lot figured out. I said her name and patted my thigh. She quickly came over, sat on my lap and buried her face in my chest.

  “That’s my good girl. I have you, little one.” I kissed her head and stroked her back. I was pretty sure I knew why she didn’t like to be held very much after sex when she was more vulnerable. “Kelsie, did your mom or dad hold you much, sweetheart?”

  She shook her head to confirm what I suspected. She was so young to have lost her mother, and her father obviously wasn’t very loving. Kelsie didn’t like being held because it felt so good to her and she’s terrified of losing it. But, if she never experienced that kind of unconditional love, then she’d never know what she was missing…which was her way of protecting herself. I was lost in my thoughts until I heard her voice.

  “I’m sorry I pushed you away. I don’t want to become addicted to you because I’m afraid that you’ll eventually tire of me. Then I’ll ache.”

  “Ache? What do you mean, little one?”

  “Each time you hold me and let go, I ache. When you leave, my stomach hurts, and I get the chills.”

  Kelsie had completely opened herself up to me. She didn’t want to lose me but had been trying so hard not to desire the physical connection. Turns out, even the little bit that I was holding her, made her want it even more. And now I understood. Kelsie wasn’t loved or held as most kids had been. After care is such a tender time, and it scares her to death because it exposes her vulnerabilities.

  “Little one, I’m not going anywhere.”

  Chapter Thirty

  June 2003

  I woke up in the middle of the night due to movement on the bed. Moments later Kelsie’s warm, panty clad body snuggled up to me. She wants to be close.

  “Hi, little one,” I whispered while draping an arm across her body.

  My hand ended up wandering into her panties, and I drifted off to sleep while cupping her pussy.

  “Up on your knees, my dirty slut,” I said as I slapped Cathy’s ass with my
crop.

  My beautiful wife rose to her knees, faced the wall and waited for me to bind her wrists to the headboard. I guided my wife to back up just a little bit so that she was bent over. My plan was to empty my balls in Cathy’s pussy and then have Kelsie lick it out. We’ll see how that goes between Kelsie and Cathy.

  “Little one, you may sit there and watch. You may not put your hands in your panties, but you may play with your tits.”

  While I banged Cathy, I watched Kelsie while she tugged and pinched her nipples. I grunted my release and quickly pulled out.

  “Kelsie, sweetheart, come get Daddy’s cum. Lie under Cathy and lick it out of her pussy,” I said as I uncuffed Cathy’s wrists from the headboard.

  I knew that if Kelsie is positioned just right that I could have Cathy lick Kelsie’s pussy. Sitting at the foot of the bed, I watched Kelsie go to work on my wife. Damn. Kelsie’s motions grew more frantic when Cathy lowered her head to lick her.

  “Get all that cum, Kelsie. Get that tongue in there nice and deep,” I encouraged.

  With Kelsie’s face buried in my wife’s pussy, the two began making noises and whimpers of pleasure.

  “Are you close, Kelsie?” Cathy asked.

  “Mmhmm.”

  “Ask your Daddy if you can come,” Cathy told Kelsie.

  Shit, that was hot. Mornings like this could be a common occurrence in my home. I gave Kelsie permission to come and enjoyed the sight of my wife making Kelsie come.

  I sent Kelsie to get cleaned up and ready for the day. This afternoon we were having a small party with a few friends, and Kelsie was going to help Cathy get everything ready. I had a few errands to run, and I was taking Noah with me. I thought it would give us a chance to bond a bit.

  Before bed last night, I had a lengthy conversation with Cathy about Kelsie and everything she told me. Her heart went out to Kelsie as well, and we both decided that as long as everything goes smoothly this week, that we were going to invite Kelsie into our home. Cathy asked me what I thought about extending the invitation to Noah. I was a bit on the fence with Noah. I was hoping that maybe our trip together running errands might push me over the fence…one way or another.

  “Lots of stops to make today, Noah. I thought we could use the time away to get to know each other a bit more.”

  “Yes, sir. I’d like that.”

  Noah is a natural submissive, and I don’t detect anything with him that would make me think he has anything but good, healthy intentions. He lets my wife dominate him, and I’ll be honest, I love watching it. While Noah was a little older than Kelsie, he was still very much a young man. Much younger than my wife and I.

  “Noah, do you see yourself getting tired of being dominated by my wife?”

  “No, sir. I’m very content. I’ve been with a handful of Mistresses and Dommes, but I feel a certain amount of safety with you and your wife.”

  “Explain.”

  “Well, even though she dominates me, and you’re around, I don’t feel intimidated or like I’m being judged. I can just relax and enjoy everything. One of my prior mistresses was pretty good to me, but her husband wasn’t. I had to sleep in a metal cage each night on the patio.”

  I frowned and almost could picture Noah curled up in a cage. He was about six feet tall and wouldn’t fit in a cage very well.

  “And so far, you haven’t beaten me or made me bleed.”

  “The day is still young, Noah. Don’t rule out that beating.”

  He laughed along and continued chatting, volunteering info about his life.

  “Were they into blood play?”

  “I think they were into a lot of really dark things, Mr. Eriksson.”

  “It’s Blake, Noah. Please, call me Blake.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  I glanced sideways out of my sunglasses at him. He was tapping the passenger door to the beat of the music in the background.

  During our travels to the bank and gas station, I thought about the dark relationship he was in with those people. They would have parties, and Noah was the entertainment. He wore a dog collar around his neck and was chained to a fence outside. The husband was particularly rough with him and was into breath play. It sounded horrible and to be honest, dangerous.

  “When did you decide that you weren’t in a healthy situation, Noah?”

  “I woke up on the ground, next to the pool with a bag taped around my head.”

  “Shit, Noah!”

  “I know. It wasn’t good. I woke up chained to the fence but my hands were free, and I clawed the bag open to breathe. I was petrified that I was going to die in that house. I was confused at that point and very disoriented. I had passed out. When they came out to get me, I said my safe word and asked out of the relationship. They respected my decision, and within thirty minutes I was walking along the streets. I no longer had a roof over my head. They were paying for my college education, so I had to drop out the following semester.”

  For having such a terrible recent path, Noah had a very positive outlook. And my wife was drawn to him. Maybe she saw a hurt soul in him too. Cathy and I could really give Noah and Kelsie a great life, as long as they wanted. A roof over their heads, food in their bellies, safety, unconditional love and nurture the hell out of their kinky needs and desires.

  “Do you have any siblings, Noah?”

  “Um, I had an older brother. He died serving in Desert Storm.”

  “I’m sorry to hear that. Were you guys close?”

  “He was a lot older than I was, so we didn’t have a chance to get to know one another.”

  I asked Noah if he felt he couldn’t go home after he left that situation. He said that his folks found out he was into “that stuff” when he in college and said that “no son of theirs was into that sick stuff.”

  “It’s who I am. So, if my parents can’t deal with who I am, then I’m better off.”

  Our last stop was at my attorney’s office. He and I were good friends, and he handled all of my business and personal needs. Noah waited in the lobby for me while I spoke with my attorney.

  “I need some help with citizenship,” I said, cutting to the quick of the visit.

  My attorney, Steven, laughed and said, “The last time I checked, you were a citizen. What’s up, Blake?”

  “There is a young woman Cathy and I know, that came to the U.S. just a few years ago. Her father sold her to some American so she could have a shot at a better life.”

  “Did he sell the girl to you?”

  “No! Are you out of your mind?”

  “Just asking, Blake. Not judging. But you’re fucking her, right?”

  “Yes. Yes, I’m fucking her.”

  Steven went to another filing cabinet and brought back a folder to the desk. He opened it and thumbed through it.

  “Where is she from?”

  “The Netherlands.”

  “Really? I wasn’t expecting you to say that. I was thinking more along the lines of an Eastern European country, or the Philippines. Fuck, even Russia. The Netherlands are supposed to be kind of nice.”

  “I’m sure they are. She grew up homeless, watched her mother get raped and murdered in a decrepit building they called home, then lived with a hateful father until he sold her off to some sick fuck.”

  “Christ. Was the American bad to her?”

  I stared incredulously at Steven.

  “Steven, he bought a nineteen-year-old from a stranger in another country. I don’t imagine his intentions with her were purely helpful.”

  “Ok, here. Take this to her. Can she read and speak English?”

  I nodded and glanced at the paperwork.

  “Bring it back to me when you’re done, and we’ll get the ball rolling.”

  Determined that Kelsie would have a much better life here, I would see to it that she earned her citizenship.

  Noah and I chatted more on the way home, and I brought Kelsie up to him. Kelsie and his possible relationship with her would be necessary and importan
t.

  “What do you think of Kelsie?”

  “Sweet girl. I know I’ve only been around her a few times, but she seems very nice.”

  “She’s had a rough life, Noah, and she doesn’t have many friends. I’d like it very much if you would consider becoming a good friend to her. An ear and a shoulder, perhaps.”

  “Like a big brother?”

  I snapped my fingers at his suggestion.

  “Yes, exactly, Noah. I would love for you to look after her like a little sister.”

  When we got home, I needed to spend a little time with my rowdy little girl. I had been away too long.

  I leaned against the waist high retaining wall with a few of the guys while I watched Kelsie swim around in the pool with a few others from the club. She was in the shallow end and playing water volleyball with some guests. Most of the guests that were in the pool were naked, including Kelsie.

  “So, how are things in the orgy Eriksson house?” Colin asked.

  “Things are good. I feel excellent about where things are at.”

  I told them about Kelsie and Noah’s pasts and about how I was going to help Kelsie with her citizenship.

  “Sounds like you might be closer to making that little one permanent,” Matt said and hopped up on the wall next to me.

  Matt is a trauma counselor in one of the emergency rooms on an as needed basis, so he was most interested in Kelsie’s past and had the most to say about it. Colin contributed a lot to the conversation as well, but Anthony remained quiet for the most part.

  The fours of us moved our conversation to the decking of the pool, and all sat on the edge with our feet in the water.

  “Have you had her and Cathy in the same bed yet?” Colin asked with a smile on his face.

  “Oh, yes.”

  “Damn. How about Noah?” Matt asked.

  “First morning they were here I showed Noah how to properly make Cathy scream. And he’s fucked Cathy in our bed, at least once to my knowledge.”