“Sorted out?” Sophie laughed lightly, a sweet musical sound. “You know, we still have to sort things out. Regularly. Having Hunter really threw a wrench in things. Not that we don’t both love him to tears, but life has ups and downs. So do D/s relationships. What really matters is what’s in here,” she said, touching her chest.
Kat sighed. “My father says that exact same thing. But sometimes it seems so much more complicated.”
“It is. It’s definitely complicated. I guess all I’m saying is that as long as the love is there, and the will to be together, everything else works itself out.”
Kat and Sophie noticed the quiet and stillness at the same time. They turned to find two pairs of eyes watching them—one dark, one light.
“Look,” said Ryan. “A subby bonding moment.”
“We’re discussing what’s more important,” Sophie joked without missing a beat, “girth or length.”
“Lucky for Kat, she has both,” Ryan said, pulling Kat down to the floor.
Dave guffawed, moving up to sit beside Sophie. “I think we both know who has the King Dong here.”
Sophie shook her head at Kat. “See? It always degenerates into this. Every time. They actually measured last time and they’re nearly identical. Yes, they measured. Sad, I know.”
Ryan laughed, rolling over so Kat was trapped under him. “She made us measure ’cause we wouldn’t stop talking about it.” Kat looked up into his dark, laughing eyes. It was so fun, so novel to see him like this—boyish, silly, at ease with his oldest friend. She tried to school her expression, tried to hide the jumble of her feelings, but as always he saw right through her. “Are you having fun, Kat?” he asked. She nodded and bit her lip. His thigh moved over hers to rest on her pelvis, pinning her to the floor. “Would you like to have more fun?”
She very much wanted to have more fun, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to admit it out loud. She flicked a glance over at Sophie and Dave. They were watching from the sofa, their expressions equivocal and friendly. It was pretty clear to Kat that the decision was hers, that they were waiting for her to agree and say yes or demur and say no. She knew either way they would accept it. It was Kat who couldn’t quite accept it yet.
“Answer me, Kat.” Before her eyes, the boyfriend transformed, by degrees, into the Dominant. The face rearranged into more severe lines and the voice grew slightly deeper. “Would you like to have more fun? It’s totally up to you.”
She only paused a moment before she answered. “Yes, I would like to have more fun,” she said quietly. “Yes Sir.”
Chapter Ten
It was actually Sophie who undressed her when they went into the bedroom. Well, Sophie undressed first while Kat watched, too anxious to do anything but stand and shake. Then, looking at Sophie’s pale, shapely body, her nervousness gave way to a sad curiosity. Sophie’s body had scars. Lots of them. She remembered Sophie’s words from before. Dave taught me. There was a guy… An ex-boyfriend he thought I might need some protection from.
“Dave didn’t do this to me, Kat,” Sophie said.
Kat shook her head, swallowing through the lump in her throat. “Of course not. No. I’m… I’m sorry to stare. I’m just…sorry.” Kat thought about her own “problems”, her self-absorption and petty ennui. She thought with shame that her problems were nothing beside the pain etched in Sophie’s skin.
Sophie smiled and shrugged. “I’m over it. Ancient history. I’m okay now.”
While the girls talked quietly, Ryan and Dave pulled the comforter off the bed and then went through Ryan’s drawers sorting through various implements and toys. Paddles, whips, nipple clamps, cuffs and dildos were tossed onto the bed. Sophie took off Kat’s shirt and bra and then helped her shimmy out of her jeans.
“It will be so amazingly fun. You’ll see,” she reassured Kat with a sparkle in her eyes. “It’s almost too fun when the two of them get going.”
“I bet.” Kat’s voice sounded tight even though she wanted to sound casual, to take it all in stride as easily as Sophie. Group sex wouldn’t be easy for her but she still wanted it. She was scared but she was hot. She looked at Sophie apologetically.
“If they want us to do stuff together… I’m not a lesbian. Or even bi really. Nothing personal.”
Sophie laughed her light tinkly laugh. “I’m not either. It won’t matter. I’m sure they’ll be mostly interested in burying their cocks in us. And if they ask us to do things together, we’ll just do it. You know. ‘Yes Sir’ and all that stuff.”
Kat laughed. “Okay.”
“Did I hear a ‘Yes Sir’ over there?” asked Ryan. “All right, girls. The men could use some fluffing.”
In Kat’s opinion, neither man appeared to need fluffing, but she moved anyway to kneel at Ryan’s feet.
“No, we’d like some girl-on-girl fluffing,” Ryan clarified with a grin.
“Damn right,” Dave agreed. “Girls fondling each other. Turning each other on.”
Kat and Sophie traded exasperated looks. “So much for my theory,” Sophie said out of the side of her mouth. Kat let out a wild giggle before she could stop herself.
“Silence, wenches,” said Dave. “At least kiss or something.”
Sophie reached out to Kat first with an encouraging smile. Kat had never kissed a girl, never wanted to. When Sophie’s hand came to rest on her waist, the light, soft touch startled her. It was so unlike Ryan’s usual urgent grip. Kat moved closer, slid her own arm around Sophie’s waist, their hips brushing together. Sophie’s skin was so smooth and she felt so delicate. With a kind of fascination, Kat inched forward and touched her lips to Sophie’s. They kissed, just a peck at first, then a more tentative exploration. They were both so nervous that their teeth knocked together with a dull sound. Kat snorted and Sophie erupted into hysterical laughter. Dave and Ryan exchanged feigned looks of derision.
“So sad,” Dave said.
“Poor excuse for hot, sexy lesbians,” Ryan agreed.
Kat and Sophie tried to stifle their laughter, stepping apart as the men turned to the arsenal on the bed. Dave and Ryan consulted behind their hands, disagreeing, then nodding, everything in secretive whispers. Ryan stood and rooted through another drawer for a different pair of nipple clamps, clover clamps with a longer chain. He showed it to Dave with a smile, then approached the girls. “One end of this on each girl. Put the clamps on each other,” he said. “Sophie first.”
He handed Sophie one of the clamps. She glanced up at Kat from under her lashes. Kat hated the clovers. They hurt more than the usual clamps and she knew from experience that they tightened even more when yanked upon. She closed her eyes and braced. Sophie played with her nipple a little and then attached the biting clip. Kat moaned and shifted from foot-to-foot, trying to work though the pain that assailed her. When she’d caught her breath and collected herself again, Sophie handed her the other clip. Since Sophie had clamped her left breast, Kat knew to clamp Sophie’s right. She pinched her pink nipple until it stood out taut and crinkled and then, with a feeling of dread and excitement, closed the clamp on the other woman’s tender flesh. Sophie reacted similarly, a gasp of pain and then a slow relaxation. She took Kat’s hand and squeezed it with a smile.
Ryan and Dave stared and Kat stared back, feeling a strange kind of feminine power. Her nipple ached and Kat realized the perverse dilemma the girls shared. Any movement to pull away from Sophie would tighten the tether between them and torture both girls even worse. So they stood together, submissive sisters. Dave and Ryan began to plot again.
“Ass plugs, I think,” said Ryan.
Dave nodded. “Absolutely. Right now.”
The men stood and collected butt plugs and lubricant. Kat whined softly as Ryan worked the plug he’d chosen into her ass. It wasn’t the slim one, but one of a slightly larger size. Since she was standing, the insertion was more difficult and vastly more uncomfortable. She took deep breaths and willed herself to accept the invasion. Beside her, she could f
eel Sophie fidgeting and tensing too. By the time the toy was fully seated inside her, her whole body was settling into a thrum of arousal. Her ass clenched around the blunt object and her nipple ached from the clover clamp. The men sat side by side on the bed then. Dave reached for the chain between the girls and pulled.
With a squeak, Kat fell to her knees in front of her lover and Sophie sank down beside her. Sophie was already caressing and kissing Dave’s cock. Kat looked up at Ryan and he smiled at her, that sexy grin that told her he was having fun. He pulled her head down and she began to fellate him, lust and excitement mounting in her. His soft groans and whispers egged her on. Beside her, she felt Dave’s knees against her shoulder, bumping her now and again, and Sophie’s body right next to her. When either girl moved too far to one side, the chain between them grew taut and the resulting pain made Kat even hornier and more eager to please. After what might have been an hour or maybe only five minutes, the men stopped the girls. Kat watched, breathless, as they produced flavored condoms, casually rolling them on. The import of a condom for oral didn’t occur to Kat at first, not until the men switched sides.
Kat tried not to freak out and freeze up. Ryan chucked her under the chin and smiled over at her. “Just like me, doll. Only just a little smaller. And cherry-flavored.”
Sophie giggled and then Kat giggled too. Dave rubbed Kat’s shoulder and said, “He’s a liar. I’m bigger.” Sophie sniffed Ryan’s cock and said, “Smells like banana.” And then everything seemed okay. Kat gave herself up to the fun naughtiness of what they were doing. She and Sophie set to work pleasuring each other’s mates. Kat was surprised at how different it was to suck off Dave. For men so much the same everything was different—scent, reactions, exhalations, the feel of his fingers in her hair. It excited her that she was able to pleasure him so easily. When he came with a growl, clutching her curls, she felt a true sense of pride. She heard Ryan gasp, “Kat wins.”
“This time,” Dave said, stroking Kat’s cheek. Kat looked over at Sophie, watched her bring Ryan to climax just a minute or so later. She felt no jealousy, only a crippling horniness. The nipple clamp still pulled at her sore nipple, her ass still throbbed from the plug lodged there and her clit ached for satisfaction.
“What should we do with them now?” asked Dave when he caught his breath. “They still look pretty worked-up.”
“Maybe we should fuck them senseless.”
“I’m totally on board with that plan. However,” Dave added, “it’s going to be a few moments before King Dong is ready to go again.”
“Yes. It’s too bad for them. They look pretty hornified.”
Kat looked up at Ryan, embarrassed and yes, dying to come, to get fucked, to get edged…anything.
“Let’s paddle them for a while. And crop them too,” Ryan suggested brightly. Damn. Anything but that.
But Dave agreed that paddling and cropping them would be a great idea. He also suggested that they shouldn’t leave the clover clamps on too long since they were pretty powerful. Kat was greatly relieved to hear that until he went on to suggest they simply move them to the other breasts. Again, the girls were made to stand and clamp each other. This time was even worse because Kat’s other nipple was still singing with the agony of release when Sophie clamped the torturous device to the second nipple. Kat began to think that Ryan and Dave together might possibly be overkill as she clamped poor Sophie. Once they were tethered again, they were made to lie together side by side on the bed, flat on their stomachs with their arms over their heads.
Immediately Kat realized that even a slight shift would pull the chain between their nipples and result in some serious discomfort. Sophie realized it too and looked over at Kat with wide eyes. For now, it was fine, but when they were paddled…
“It’s called predicament bondage,” said Ryan, giving Kat a quick crack on the ass with the crop. Her unconscious jerk resulted in a plaintive “ouch” from her fellow sub and a sharp pain in her own nipple. “Ryan! Sir…please.”
“I suppose this would be as good a time as ever to start working on self-control and not trying to evade me. Don’t you think?”
“Yes Sir,” said Kat. Dave brought the paddle down on Sophie’s ass with a whack. It was so close to Kat that she flinched and then she felt the tug as Sophie lurched in agony. “Sorry,” Sophie whispered after the fact.
“It’s okay. Ow!”
The two men commenced to belabor their subs’ bottoms. Kat fisted her hands above her head as she tried not to reach behind her to deflect the blows. Ryan cropped her first while Dave paddled Sophie. Each time she twisted her hips to the side, she heard Sophie’s gasp and felt guilty about it because Sophie didn’t tug her breast nearly as much. After a few minutes, the men took a break, exchanging implements. Kat lay still, staring over at Sophie. Sophie smiled at her faintly but they didn’t talk. Kat was half in and half out of subspace. The throb in her ass wasn’t too unpleasant when fresh blows weren’t landing. There was just an overall warm tingling adding to the heat already overflowing between her legs. The plug still felt as if it was stretching her. Being plugged was usually a sign that Ryan intended to use her ass. Or perhaps…perhaps both of them would have a turn. The idea made her shudder with a kind of delicious fear. By the time the men recommenced, Kat was struggling not to grind her hips against the bed because she knew Ryan would hit her harder if she did.
Above their heads, Sophie reached for Kat’s hand and grasped it. Kat steeled herself under the punishing paddle strokes and disciplined herself to stillness. She tensed her muscles, trying hard to breathe through the stinging slaps rather than attempt to evade them or pull away in pain. The men talked back and forth to each other but their words barely registered. If they spoke to her she didn’t know it. All her energy was going into being still in the haze of her erotic torture. At some point she began to cry, whether from stress, horniness or basic overstimulation, she didn’t know. She wiped her tears against the sheets, not wanting to move her arms and get in trouble. Beside her, Sophie was more stoic, her face screwed into a mask of resignation. Maybe someday, thought Kat, she could handle pain that way.
At last the men stopped, inspecting the girls’ bottoms. Kat felt her ass cheeks squeezed, fondled, parted—by whom, she didn’t know. It felt as if both men were touching her. She still didn’t move, didn’t dare pull away in her predicament. In short order, the clamps were finally removed and for that, at least, Kat breathed a sigh of relief. But the plugs stayed in and the girls were made to stand. Then, to her surprise, the men decided to part ways and fuck in separate rooms. The surprising thing was, she was sent away with Dave.
She followed him down the hall, wet and horny enough to concede to anything. If it had to be Dave to make her come, she’d take Dave in a heartbeat and happily give Sophie to Ryan. Anything, anything to assuage the maddening ache. Dave led her into the other bedroom, leaving the door open. He flicked all the lights on.
“I’m a photographer,” he said with a lopsided smile. “Lights are my thing. Come here, Kat.”
Kat went to him, trying not to let her apprehension show. He tilted her face up to his in the light. “You’re okay with this?”
His cock was poking against her front. He had a condom in his hand so she knew he would use one. She nodded. “Yeah, I’m just a little…”
“Scared?”
“No…”
“Horny?”
“Yes.”
“I’d be happy to help you with that.” He ran his knuckles down one side of her jaw, scrutinizing her. Checking for true consent?
“I…you… I’m happy to serve you, Sir,” she stammered. She thought it was a good enough speech and he smiled at her indulgently.
“I bet you’re happy to. I was actually just thinking about how lovely and pure your face is. Perhaps Ryan will let me photograph you sometime. I hope so.”
Lovely? Pure? All Kat could think of was sinking down to the floor and begging for sex. As if he could read her min
d, he yanked her down with rough, abrupt insistence. He parted her legs and cupped her pussy. She burned with sudden humiliation as his fingers grazed the edge of the buttplug. He noticed her embarrassment—how could he not notice everything in this light? “It doesn’t come out right now,” he assured her. “Later Ryan wants your ass. But for now, I’m going to take your pussy.”
I’m going to take your pussy. She gazed up at him in curiosity. He was so different from Ryan. Had she ever imagined they were alike? But it was exciting being with this near-stranger because she trusted him implicitly. She knew Ryan would never have sent her away with someone he didn’t trust. Ryan had told her he wouldn’t sleep with Sophie unless she was with him. And truly, she was with him. They were in this together, even if he was a room away with a different girl. She looked up at his friend, not trying to hide all the lust and horniness she felt.
“What do you want, Kat?”
“I want you to fuck me. Please, Sir.”
He spread her legs wider, rubbed her clit, then rolled a condom onto his rigid cock, positioning himself at her entrance. He pressed in slowly and Kat quailed from the intense feeling of fullness. The plug shifted in her ass as Dave’s cock parted and filled her pussy. He groaned, arching over her braced on his arms. “You’re so hot, Kat. You feel so fucking awesome…” Kat couldn’t reply, couldn’t speak. Dave moved in her with long steady strokes that resonated deep inside. She felt somehow ashamed, unfaithful, because she was already close to coming. The novelty of a new lover, the buildup of the last hour, the teasing, the predicament bondage with the nipple clamps, the plug in her ass making her feel reckless and naughty—and now this. The hard cock invading her, subduing her. Dave’s balls smacked against her slit and her sore ass slid across the scratchy carpet each time he moved into her again.
“Oh…oh god,” she moaned helplessly.
“Mmmm…” hummed Dave in agreement. “Come on, Kat. Come for me. Come hard. Let it all go. I want to see what you look like when Ryan makes you come. He makes you come, doesn’t he?”
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