“Yes! Oh yes, yes!”
“Now I’m making you come too. Come, and I’ll tell him what a good girl you are, what a sweet slutty girl…”
His words gathered in her ears, slipped down over her body and made her entire pelvis throb. She pulled her legs up, arched her back beneath him.
“Yeah,” he whispered, urging her on. “Come for me, I want to see it.”
Her desire reached a fever pitch and she gasped in desperation. “Oh god, yes, yes, yes…” The last yes broke and faded as her orgasm overtook her. Her entire middle seemed to contract on the hard intrusions inside it. Dave pounded into her, gasping, his own yeses spilling forth as he buried his head against her hair. He slowed finally and gave a little shudder inside her. Carefully he pulled out, discarded the condom, then returned to where she lay completely insensible on the floor. He propped himself up on one arm next to her, smiling down at her.
She gazed back at him, feeling shy suddenly. How ridiculous to feel shy and coy at this point, but she did. “Do we go back now?” she asked.
“Not just yet. Haven’t you ever heard of aftercare? Does that bastard Ryan fall asleep thirty seconds after you’re done?”
Kat giggled. “Most of the time it’s me falling asleep in thirty seconds.”
“You remind me a lot of my Sophie. She really likes you. I can tell. It’s good for her, being around someone else who understands the lifestyle, who lives the same kind of dynamic she does.”
Kat nodded. “It’s good for me too. I’m actually pretty new at this.”
“Yes, Ryan told me he’d corrupted a vanilla. It doesn’t always work. It’s nice that you took to it.”
“Was Sophie vanilla when you first met her?”
“Oh, no. Sophie was a longtime player, just like me. But she’d gotten into a kind of…situation.”
“I gathered that,” said Kat. “Terrible. Did the guy who did it…did he…”
“He’s rotting in jail now. Hopefully for a good long time.” A pall fell across Dave’s face. “He tried to kill her. You have to… In this lifestyle, Kat…you have to be careful. You have to only play with people you trust. I really hope things work out long-term for you and Ryan, but if they don’t—if you move on to another person—just take care.”
“I will. Definitely. Not that—”
Dave laughed. “Yeah. Don’t tell Ryan I’m giving you advice on what to do after you leave him. He’s pretty hooked on you.”
Kat blushed. “I… I really like him too.”
“Do you? He’s a great friend of mine. He’s solid.” He looked down at her very thoughtfully. “I shouldn’t pry. I don’t mean to. But I mean, things are pretty good with you guys?”
“Well, sure. I mean…it’s still early. We just met a few months ago.”
“He told me about your fall down the stairs.”
Kat rolled her eyes. “Does he tell that to everyone? ‘Here’s my new girlfriend, Kat. I met her when she fell down the stairs.’ Anyway, we met before that.” She laughed softly. “And I was so sure he was totally full of shit.”
“Sometimes he can give that impression.”
They both fell silent. It didn’t escape Kat’s notice that all she and Dave had really talked about were each other’s partners.
“Well, I guess we should get back,” Dave said. “See if Ryan’s done rogering Sophie yet.”
“Rogering?” Kat laughed as Dave helped her up with an outstretched hand. When they got back to Ryan’s bedroom, he and Sophie, too, were chatting on the floor. Ryan looked up as they entered.
“Hey Dave, Sophie says she thinks my cock is just a little bigger than yours. Didn’t you say that, Soph?”
“Ryan!” Sophie scolded. She turned to Dave. “I did not say that, honey.”
“Whatever,” said Dave. “Either way my cock’s going in your ass, woman.”
The girls were sent into the bathroom to take out their plugs and lube their assholes. Kat was pretty sure this was the weirdest thing two girls had ever done while going to the bathroom in pairs. Kat blushed the entire time she took care of business, but Sophie just looked over at her and said, “Anal rocks!”
Back out in the bedroom, Ryan and Dave were chatting while they waited. They looked up as the girls entered. “C’mere, Kat. Get me hard. You have one more hole to fuck,” said Ryan.
“Well, I mean, you don’t have to fuck it if you’re too tired,” Kat said.
Sophie and Dave snickered as Ryan pulled Kat over his lap and started whacking her bottom. “Ouch,” she howled, kicking her legs. “Okay, okay. We can fuck then.”
“Beg me,” Ryan teased, pausing with his hand over her ass. “Really nice. ‘Please, Sir, fuck my ass.’”
“Please, Sir, fuck my ass.”
Sophie chuckled as Dave bent her over the bed. She called over to Ryan, “Please, Sir, fuck her ass.”
Kat pretended outrage. “Whose side are you on?”
“Good girl,” Ryan nodded at Sophie, just as Sophie moaned from Dave driving into her from behind.
Ryan slapped Kat’s ass one last time, then pushed her down on the floor on all fours, knelt behind her and gripped her hips in two strong hands. “I hope you lubed yourself up good, little girl.”
“Yes Sir,” Kat replied. The growly, stern tone in his voice made her feel very submissive—as did the feel of him pressing the head of his cock against her ass. His hands roved down her back, kneading and scratching her. Sophie’s soft moans and Dave’s grunts faded into the background as Ryan worked the head of his cock past Kat’s clenching sphincter. Her whine rose to a cry as he drove forward. He stilled inside her, rocking back and forth slowly. Kat was up on her knees, ass in the air. If Ryan hadn’t been holding her, she would have collapsed from the sensation of his cock filling her ass. It felt like pure debauchery and she loved it. Sophie’s groans and cries in the background only fueled Kat’s lust. Ryan, too, seemed caught up in the moment, fucking Kat hard, then soft, then so deep she moaned and jerked away from him.
He fucked her for a long time, asserting his dominance, subjecting her body to his will. Dave and Sophie finished first with noisy climactic groans. But Kat’s orgasm arrived on a slow-simmering arc that seemed to engulf her rather than consume her. Ryan leaned over her, driving into her firmly and deeply, with slow exhalations against her ear. Her knees slipped and spread wider on the carpet. He followed her down, still holding her hips. She arched, she grasped, she abased herself for him and like rolling, unexpected thunder from a distance, her climax came. She gave a long, drawn-out groan as it shook her. She felt her body turned inside out, given completely over to his intimate possession. Soon after, he collapsed over her, his rough, hairy chest against her back. They spooned together for a while, Kat counting her heartbeats above his quiet gasps. Her mind drifted. She did not attempt to make sense of the evening’s activities, only reflected that they were now definitely over. She felt completely fucked out. She couldn’t have moved if she had to. She didn’t move for fifteen minutes or so, until Ryan suggested a shower and the girls gratefully agreed.
All four of them climbed into Ryan’s oversize shower, a laughing, exhausted tangle of slick bodies jockeying for position under the warm, soothing stream. Kat thought then that what they’d done wasn’t perverse or wrong at all—it was just fun. Some couples got together and played Bunco, while other couples got together and fucked. Kat thought Bunco was lame anyway.
After they got out of the shower, after Sophie checked on baby Hunter, they all tumbled into bed together naked, the girls snuggled together between the guys. Sophie and Dave fell right to sleep but Kat was restless. Finally Ryan leaned down to whisper in her ear.
“Baby, everything’s okay. You’re mine, always. Even when I share you.”
“I know.” Kat shifted closer to him, snuggled against his broad chest. “It’s just…”
“Just what, baby?”
“When I was in the other room with Dave…”
“What?” R
yan shifted to look down at her with concern in the darkness. “Did something happen?”
“No, I just… I really…enjoyed it. I mean, I came pretty hard with him.”
Ryan chuckled softly. “I came with Sophie too. It’s okay. That’s how it happens when you swap. I’m glad you had fun. You did have fun, didn’t you?”
“Yes. I just feel a little weird though. A little dirty.”
His hand grazed her nipple and then moved lower. “That’s because you are a little dirty. A lot dirty. Now get some sleep. And try to dream about me, not Dave and the epic orgasm he gave you.”
Kat giggled. “What if I dream about Sophie?”
“Ahh…” whispered Ryan. “If you dream about Sophie, I want to hear all about it in the morning.”
“Yes Sir,” Kat whispered back with a smile.
Chapter Eleven
The next day the baby was up early. Dave was up early too, off to his photography convention. Kat lay in bed, every muscle aching, before Ryan finally rousted her to have breakfast. He made a big fuss about rehydrating her, teasing her about all the “moisture” she’d lost the night before. Sophie and Kat chatted and took Hunter for a walk while Ryan puttered around the house relaxing.
Hunter was endlessly fascinating to Kat. It wasn’t that she didn’t already have a zillion little cousins just like him. It was that the little boy was Dave and Sophie’s child, and Dave and Sophie were just like them. Kat let herself imagine for the first time that she and Ryan might someday make a baby. The idea terrified her, but at the same time she caught herself wondering what it would be like. Ryan would be a spectacular father. Kat as a mother… Well…she just didn’t know.
That night Ryan got called into the hospital for an emergency surgery. Without him there was no talk of playing again. After Hunter went to sleep, they played cards and Kat discovered that Sophie was quite the poker shark. It felt okay not to do another scene. After all, they’d played so hard the night before that another encounter so soon might have been a letdown. Kat let herself just enjoy Dave and Sophie’s company. She hadn’t had a really good, close friend in so long and had certainly never enjoyed the novelty of having “couple friends”. When they put the cards away, Sophie and Kat sat together on the couch just talking. Sophie asked all the tough questions. It wasn’t Dave who would size up her suitability for Ryan, as it turned out. It was Sophie.
“You know,” Sophie said. “I have to tell you. I’ve never seen Ryan this way.”
“What way?”
Sophie paused, considering. “In love.”
Kat made a soft sound, maybe a laugh, although she felt alarmed. “I don’t know, Sophie. We’ve mainly been doing this D/s stuff. I’m not even very good at it yet. Maybe…as time goes on…”
“He’s in love with you. Hard in love. Kat, I know Ryan. I know he’s all about self-control and lectures and drinking soy milk and all that crap. He can be…hmmm… What’s a nice way to say this? Uptight. But I’ve never seen him like this. So possessive and crazy for a girl. So…monogamous.” Sophie grinned. “He used to be all about ‘love ’em and leave ’em’. I’m not kidding. He was a real manwhore, just into playing with the Barbie sluts. But he’s different now. So different. The way he is with you…the way he looks at you…”
Kat blushed, glancing up at Sophie. “He’s folded over eight hundred cranes for us. Something about good fortune. I can’t imagine why.”
“Can’t you?” Sophie shook her head with a rueful smile. “I guess I felt the same way with Dave. ‘Why me? What did I do to deserve this? He can’t really like me.’ All those questions screwed-up girls like us ask.”
Kat laughed. “I know. It’s terrible. It’s not that I question what he wants. I just wish I knew…”
“Knew what? How everything would turn out? I don’t know that anyone really knows that. Unless you’re a fortune-teller or something,” Sophie snorted.
Kat bit back a smile. “Yeah. Everyone knows that’s a load of bull.”
“Exactly. You just have to be brave. And you have to trust your Dominant. Ryan is trustworthy, Kat, believe me.”
I know he’s trustworthy, she wanted to say. I just don’t know if I am. But she held her tongue and sat still, wishing she was Sophie, settled and secure instead of scared and conflicted.
When they all said their goodbyes at the airport the next morning, Sophie hugged her and whispered in her ear, “You make your own fortune, Kat. Don’t let him get away.”
* * * * *
Kat was quiet all the way home from the airport. Ryan wondered if it was tired-quietness or problem-quietness. “Okay, doll?” he asked, trying to sound casual.
“I’m fine,” she said, turning away from him a little.
Problem-quietness. Yep. “So what did you think of the weekend? Of Dave and Sophie?” he asked lightly.
“They were really nice. Fun. Their baby was adorable.”
He couldn’t draw much more out of her. Back at home, he stripped her in the bedroom and got out rope. She wasn’t really in the mood. He wasn’t sure he was either. Last night’s emergency surgery hadn’t been a success, and the weekend as a whole had brought up feelings for him that he wasn’t quite prepared for. It was somewhat difficult seeing Sophie and Dave so peaceful and content with their little child and successful marriage. He wondered if he would ever find the same with Kat and then he felt guilty for having those disloyal feelings at all. He thought perhaps he should start folding cranes again, although he knew, realistically, that folded paper wouldn’t save them if they weren’t meant to be.
But he kept all these feelings to himself as he tied her. She already doubted enough. If he voiced his own doubts on top of hers he knew she would bolt. He handled her gently as he decorated her body with the rope. He looped it around her nipples, just enough pressure to tease her. He placed a knot on her clit. She watched him with a purposely secretive gaze. Whatever thoughts and issues she was struggling with remained, as usual, unvoiced and hidden. He pulled the rope more tightly between her crotch in a fit of pique.
“What is it, Kat? Talk to me.”
“What?” She sounded defensive.
“What are you upset about? You didn’t like playing with Dave and Sophie?”
She shrugged. “I liked that part.” He met her eyes.
“Then what?”
She swallowed, bit her lip. He thought he saw her throat work a little. Was she going to cry? His hands stilled on the rope.
“Please talk to me,” he said. “For once, just say what’s on your mind.”
“I was just talking to Sophie…yesterday…” Again her lips trembled.
“About what?”
“She said you loved me. She said she knew it.”
He smiled softly. Any other girl would have been gooey over it. Kat looked about ready to spit. “Of course I love you,” he said. “Surely you knew that. I’ve never said it because…because of how you are. Because I knew it would upset you. But you had to know.”
“I don’t know what I know.”
He touched her cheek softly and her eyes closed. “You always say that. But I think you do know.”
She started to struggle then. Her hips twisted and her arms pulled in their weblike rope bonds. “Please untie me.”
“No.”
“If we were like them, with a baby, all married and stuff,” she said angrily, “then you couldn’t do this anymore. This stuff you love so much. You couldn’t get naked and tie me in knots—”
“It wouldn’t matter.”
“And fuck me whenever you want and…and have your friends come over and—”
“Kat. It wouldn’t matter. I would be happy just to be with you, just to love you. I love you.” He leaned over her where she twisted on the floor. “What’s really wrong? What are you really upset about?”
“It’s just…I’m just…” She came to rest from her struggles, her chest heaving in her exertions. The rope slid across her taut nipples. “I’m afraid I’ll die w
ithout ever really knowing what I want. Without knowing who I am.”
“Who are you then? Someone different than the girl I know? Tell me then, if you’re someone else. Who are you? What are you like?”
“I don’t know. That’s the problem. I’m just like my father. I’ve been pretending to be someone else for so long, I’ve completely lost who I am. I’ve played all these roles that aren’t really me for so long,” she wailed, looking up at him.
“What do you mean? What kind of roles?”
“I don’t know. Wayward daughter. Mean sister. Club girl. Submissive. Slut.”
“You mean you aren’t really a slut?”
She responded to his joke with a gaze like poison. “Untie me.”
“I’m kidding, Kat.”
“Let me go. I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to talk about this.”
“I know. Believe me, I know. But we’re going to talk.” He held the edge of the rope hard in his fist, mid-tie, not letting her unravel the progress he’d made so far, not letting her get away. “Why do you play all those roles if it makes you unhappy?” he asked.
“I don’t know.”
“Think about it. To fulfill people’s expectations? To hide?”
“I don’t know! Untie me. Please!”
“Okay, answer me one thing first. Are you playing a role right now? Drama queen?” His voice sounded harder, angrier than he wanted it to. She looked up at him and burst into tears.
“Please untie me.”
Ryan relented, starting to untie the knots with shaking fingers. “You know,” he said in a harsh tone. “Kat…you know…”
“I just don’t know how to love you,” she cried out. “I’m scared.”
“I’m scared too,” he snapped. “I don’t know if the love I feel for you will ever be returned. Because you overthink everything and you expect the worst in everything. And I’ve folded eight hundred and seventy eight cranes in the hopes that you might change, that you might get brave enough to love me anyway.” He unraveled the rope from her, feeling numb and defeated. He didn’t look at her face, at the tears that devastated him, the tears he didn’t know how to stop. “I thought if I just loved you enough, everything would work out for us. I wish I knew the answers, Kat. I wish I knew—” He undid the last knot with a jerky movement and pulled the rope away from her.
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