by Kelli Walker
“I’m sorry,” I said breathlessly.
“It’s alright… this time,” he said.
And just as he went to help me put my leg back over the couch, my cell phone rang out.
“Shit,” I said with a murmur.
“Answer it,” he said.
“I-... I don’t want to,” I said.
“You have to pick it up,” he said.
I reached over for my phone off the table and sighed when I saw Maddie’s name. I picked it up, knowing whatever was on the other line was about to spoil this day, and I actually felt tears rise to the back of my eyes as I sat up on the couch.
“Hey there, Em. What’s up?” I asked.
“Have you fucking turned on the news? He did it again! That arrogant son of a bitch fucking pulled this bullshit again! His wife’s been calling all morning trying to get in touch with you and she blew up my fucking cell phone and now I’m in the office with her buzzing over here and you’re not-”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down. Are we talking about the most recent Senator?”
I picked up the remote and turned on the television, and his fucking face was plastered on every damn news station. I groaned and got up onto my feet before turning to look at Kevin, and his hardened stare on me lightly softened.
“Let me get dressed and I’ll be in soon. If his wife gets there before I do, do not talk to her until I get there. Understood?”
“Yes. I’ll be here. I’ll make a pot of coffee,” Maddie said.
“And order lunch. It’s gonna be a long afternoon,” I said.
I hung up the phone and couldn’t look at Kevin. The disappointment wafting through my body made me shake with anger. Of course, something would come along and spoil this for us. Of course, he would randomly fly out here and do all this for me only for something to ruin it.
That was my life, and I didn’t know why he put up with it.
“Kevin, I’m so s-”
He pressed his finger to my lips to silence me, and I tilted my gaze to look up at him. His eyes were kind-- understanding-- not at all angry or frustrated like I thought they would be.
He really was serious.
He really wasn’t gonna take advantage of me.
“With ‘daily play’, this is bound to happen. Our lives are just as unpredictable as our jobs. But, that doesn't mean I can’t mold with the moments,” he said.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“Wear this lingerie and those same heels underneath your work clothes,” he said. “Then, when you get home, undress and leave your clothes-- including your lingerie-- at the front door. Come find me in nothing but your heels.”
“Oh-... um, okay,” I said.
“Go get ready for work, and the moment you know when you’re coming home, let me know,” he said.
“I can do that.”
He removed his finger from my lips before he bent down to kiss me, and the same hand that had shut me up was now cupping my cheek softly. I moaned into his lips, my body on fire for every piece of his skin that touched mine. I didn’t want to leave him. I wanted to keep doing this. I wanted to keep exploring and playing and touching.
I wanted to stay with him…
He broke the kiss and I brushed past him, trying not to let my tears of disappointment fall where he could see them. I scurried upstairs and got dressed, following his every command as I put my clothes on. But, when I came downstairs, I saw Kevin standing at the door, holding it open for me as I carried my briefcase.
“See you when you get home,” he said, smiling.
“See you soon,” I said. I raised up onto my tiptoes and gave him a light kiss on his cheek, and he patted my ass before I walked out the door. His touch put a smile on my face as I dug my keys out of my coat pocket, and a fleeting thought rushed to the forefront of my mind as I walked over to my car.
I could get used to this.
Part III
Chapter 30
Kevin
With all the sweating and the leather on the inside of the house, you’d never know what was going on outside. The weather on the island was cool, signaling the approach of summer. The ocean breeze was icing the humid dew on the blades of grass, but the cool, crisp island air stopped the moment it hit the walls of this mansion. People were feeding each other alcohol from their tits while others were being fucked into the wall, but the only person that caught my eye was Tina.
I had laid out an outfit for her to wear tonight and instructed her to get some sleep. The leather push-up bra and the black studded panties were covered by a lacy purple coverall that hugged her body tight. I salivated the moment she came out of the room-- crashing my lips down onto hers in order to taste the cherry blossom of her shining lip gloss-- and relishing in our grand idea for the evening.
“Let’s go mingle,” she said.
All of us were on the island for our winter vacation. Brit and Brady flew in together like a couple, though neither of them wanted to admit to anything; Spencer and Maddie flew in the evening before, both held up by Spencer’s last-minute editing at his publishing house; and Tina and I had flown in a few days ago. We wanted to spend some time to ourselves before anyone else had gotten there. Just the two of us in our own little world on Tina’s private island while we enjoyed each other’s company.
And each other’s bodies.
But now, the house was filled with those from around the globe who had been itching to get to our party. Diplomats and politicians dressed in cuffs and leashes while actors and actresses swapped partners for the night. Every single room in the mansion was full of men watching others while they masturbating their own dicks while the tubs of the bathrooms were full of women fingering themselves while playing with each other’s tits.
It was the wildest party we’d thrown at the mansion to date, and I could tell Tina was loving every second of it.
I rounded the corner with Tina while we made our rounds, making sure no one was getting into any serious trouble in any of the rooms. It was imperative that we, as the initiators of the party, made sure everyone had a good time while being safe. These types of parties could be breeding grounds for people taking advantage of others, which meant Tina and I would be alcohol free for the evening.
But it was worth it for seeing the kind of shit we did.
We rounded the corner and saw Spencer-- with his long ass legs and his skinny little torso-- sprawled across the couch while Maddie sucked his cock. You could see her spit dripping onto the couch while she ground her hips into the couch cushions, and all Spencer was doing was moaning with his mouth wide open.
“Better close that thing, or someone’ll stick a dick in it,” I said, smirking.
“She feels-- ugh-- so good,” he said.
We looked over at the recliner and Brit had her leg swung over the arm of the chair. She was rocking while Brady ate that tight little pussy of hers, and her jaw was unhinged in secretive delight while he dove into the depths of her body.
“Fucking hell, Brady,” she said breathlessly. “Why don’t we do this more often?”
But all he did was continue to lick her clean, and I could tell by the way her leg was twitching that she was about to cum all over that chair.
“Remind me to get this furniture professionally cleaned tomorrow,” Tina said.
“I can do that,” I said.
We walked through the kitchen and began picking up some of the trash just as a couple stumbled in front of us. I recognized the actor from one of his recent movies, but the woman he was sucking face with was not his wife. I looked over at Tina, whose eyes were already searching the room, and a smile bloomed across her cheeks just before she pointed down the hallway.
“See the naked woman pressed against the wall?” she asked.
“Yeah?”
“That’s his wife with the woman’s husband. I think they’re knowingly swapping,” she said.
“Good. Alright. Crisis averted,” I said.
I felt my cock growing
hard against my pants as everyone's moans began to puncture the tension in the room. The only two people who weren’t liquored up and getting anything from this were Tina and I, and the outfit she was wearing bounced disgusting thoughts off the corners of my mind.
I thought about tying her to a bed and licking that beautiful pussy until she ached with sweet release. I thought about snapping my hips against hers while I watched her ass jiggle in midair. I thought about strapping her to a swing and alleviating any control she had while I thrust my dick between those beautiful lips of hers.
I even thought about another woman eating her out while I stroked my own cock, cumming on the back of the girl while Tina came on her face.
“You alright there, big guy?” she asked, ripping me from my trance.
“You just look delicious tonight,” I said.
“Remember: once we know everyone’s gonna retire for the night, we’ll get ours,” she said.
But, it killed me that I’d have to wait all night. It killed me that I had to watch multiple erotic scenes unfold without being able to create my own with her. It ached my churning pelvis that I had to keep my hands to myself so that we could babysit a bunch of intoxicated people while they slathered their bodies all over the house.
The next party was on Brit and Brady to chaperone.
I heard the commotion growing to a dull roar in the living room and I could no longer take it. I wrapped my hand around Tina’s and pulled her into a dark room-- where nothing but the sounds of another couple could be heard-- and I pushed her into the wall. I thrust my lips upon hers, grinding my hips upward just so I could feel her luscious warmth against my leg.
But the willing Tina I had grown so used to was now pushing me away against my chest.
“Kev-... what are you-... stop!”
She shoved me away and I could feel my chest panting. I wanted her so badly. She looked so intoxicating and I could smell her womanly scent trickling from her legs. I wanted to take the woman I loved just like everyone else was getting what they wanted, but the fiery look in her eye stopped me in my tracks.
“There’s another couple in here,” she said.
“We don’t mind,” a man said from the bed.
“Well, I do,” Tina said.
“Tina, it’s alright,” I said. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize there was anyone in here. I know we’re supposed to wait until things are dying down, but besides the people in the living room, everyone else has pretty much abandoned post.”
“But, they’re not all done yet,” she said. “We’re the chaperones. You knew what this entailed before you picked out this ridiculous outfit for me.”
“You think it’s ridiculous?” I asked.
“Um… you guys? Could you take this somewhere else?” the man asked. “It’s kind of distracting.”
“Not a problem,” Tina said as she shot me daggers with her eyes.
“Tina, I’m sorry.”
“Then just do your damn job. You’re the one that volunteered us to chaperone. Now, keep up your duties,” she said.
“Do you really think the outfit’s ridiculous?” I asked.
“I look like a holey eggplant,” she said.
“You know you didn’t have to put it on,” I said. “Just because I laid it out for you doesn’t mean you had to put it on.”
“I know. But, we’ve been in a bit of a funk lately, and I wanted to make you happy,” she said.
“Tina, that shit doesn’t matter. Being in a funk doesn’t mean you have to put on something I pick out for you. That’s not how this relationship works,” I said.
“I’m sorry. I just-... my father’s getting worse and then this vacation happened and you wanted us to chaperone and-”
“How about this?” I asked. “We’ll wrap up the party, we’ll make sure we dump people in beds, then we’ll have a glass of wine and talk about your dad.”
“I don’t wanna talk about my dad. I want to forget about him,” she said.
“How much worse is he?” I asked.
“He’s just… worse. I-I-I don’t know how to-”
“Ssshhhh…”
I pulled her close to me and held her in the hallway while she shook in my arms. Tina’s dad had been slowly deteriorating over the months in his health, and now he was bedridden in the home she grew up in. It was hard for her, watching both her father and the model for her life’s work crumble away like he was, but I didn’t realize how badly he’d gotten.
More specifically, I didn’t realize he’d gotten so bad that it affected the way Tina was experiencing the world around her.
“I’ll go do another round. Why don’t you go upstairs and get changed into something you’d rather be in,” I said.
“You sure?” she asked, sniffling.
“Of course,” I said.
I kissed her on the forehead before I walked her to the stairs, and I watched her trembling body slowly walk up and around the banister. She looked absolutely delectable, but I had been an idiot to think she would abandon her responsibilities. Never in my life had I ever known Tina to go back on her word. So, when she told everyone we would be looking out for them tonight, I should’ve understood how seriously she would take that.
Part of me hoped that getting her out of that outfit would calm my dick down, but part of me knew that Tina would look beautiful in anything she put on.
“Holy shit, Maddie!”
I heard Spencer moan out from the room and I ran to see what the commotion was. Maddie had sunk her throat down onto his dick and I could see the way his body was contracting during his orgasm. Her fingernails were dug so far into his hips I knew he’d have bruises in the morning. But, the sound of Brit calling out ripped me from my trance.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit. Brady. Don’t stop. Please. Don’t stop!”
I watched her squirt onto his face, my jaw dropping in shock as Brady continued to lap her up. Her heaving body fell into the recliner-- cocked in ways completely unnatural to the body-- and I caught Brady’s devilish stare as he winked at me playfully.
“It’s gonna take a lot of money to clean this house down tomorrow,” I said.
“So worth it,” Brit said breathlessly.
“I’m just gonna sleep here…” Spencer said.
“Where’s my toothbrush?” Maddie asked.
But, my attention was ripped away from them when I heard a crash upstairs followed by a shrieking sound that could only be described as chilling.
And it only took me a second to realize it was Tina.
Chapter 31
Tina
“The nerve of him.”
I slammed the door to my room and began peeling the outfit off my body. Deep down, I was still upset about Kevin pulling me into that room. Granted, I didn’t know I wouldn’t enjoy making out in front of people having sex. But, even if I had, we were chaperoning the fucking party! What did he think was gonna happen?! That he was just gonna slip his dick in real quick and get him a bit before continuing on with his duties?!
“The fucking nerve,” I said.
I ripped the purple lace off my body before I tossed it towards the trash can. I didn’t want to see any part of this outfit ever again. From the moment Kevin brought it out, I couldn’t stand it. Purple looked like shit on me, the leather was fucking uncomfortable, and the studs looked hideous. It was nothing like I thought I would wear to a party like this.
But, Kevin and I were going through a dry spell. He started teaching me about dominant-submissive relationships a few months ago-- exploring the submissive part of my personality that contrasted with his dominant one. And it was fun, it really was. And I enjoyed it, I really did. But, election year was officially upon us and I was in a mad dash with work, and it didn’t give us much time to get together and play around.
I knew he was anxious to get me alone during this weekend, but did he really have to pull me into a dark ass room while we were supposed to be watching over everyone?
I went over to my dr
esser and searched for my nightgown. If I was going to be comfortable, I was going to put on something that allowed me to flop down into bed the moment these idiots passed out. I usually loved our parties. Brit and I would deck ourselves out, and having Maddie around now gave us a third girl to pal around with. It was a nice dynamic we had going, but this party was doomed from the start.
I pulled my nightgown over my head before I grabbed my robe. I slung it over my shoulders, relishing in the comfort of clothing that wasn’t digging into my skin, and I closed my eyes. Deep breathing always seemed to help when my head was spiraling out of control, and the truth of the matter was I had very little to be upset about. The moment I voiced I was uncomfortable, Kevin removed me from the situation. He read my body language, heard it in my voice, and got me out of there.
It wasn’t like he held me there against my will, or attempted to coax me into doing something I didn’t want to do. He simply put me in a new situation that was uncomfortable. It would be no different than some dude trying anal with his woman for the first time. He slips it up her ass crack, she says no, and he backs off.
That’s what happened.
So, why was I still angry with him?
“Fuck, Tina. Come on.”
I pressed the heels of my hands into my eyes, trying to stave off the headache I felt coming on. I was exhausted, I hadn’t eaten since lunch yesterday, and all I wanted was a hot bath. I looked up and saw my beautiful jet tub just beckoning to me. Calling out my name like the sweetest of lovers I’d neglected over the years.
“You’re jumping off the deep end, Tina.”
It was the first time in all the experimenting Kevin and I had done that I’d actually found a boundary. Everything we had tried up until this point never breached the point of being uncomfortable. He might push the edging a bit farther than normal or the nipple clamps might squeeze a bit too hard, but that didn’t mean I didn’t enjoy it.
I did not enjoy that scenario at all. Being in a room where someone else could watch us have sex was not something I wanted to try. It didn’t bother me to walk through a house full of people debauching their partners, but knowing others are watching me be debauched?
