by Jamie Hill
She snatched it. “Thank you."
"Thanks,” Seth repeated, pressing a quick kiss to Michael's lips. He turned to Carla. “Come on.” He took her gently by the arm and led her out. He handed her the white shirt and slipped the jacket over his bare chest. “Michael's so pissed."
"He'll survive. Take off that stupid mask.” She pulled it off and tossed it to the floor. “This place is crazy. I can't believe I ever came here."
Seth rubbed his face. “I'm not sure you aren't the crazy one."
She slipped the shirt over her barely-there clothes. Looking into his eyes, she asked, “If I'm crazy, then why are you leaving with me?"
He shook his head. “I don't know. Maybe I'm the fucking crazy one. I couldn't stand to see you walk out that door. I think I love you, Carla."
"Well, I know I love you. And I refuse to participate in that obscene show. I'm not sure what I expected, but that wasn't it."
"Don't blame it on the club. There's lots of different stuff going on in various rooms here. Evidently, the hardcore action was too much for your first time."
"I can't believe it wasn't too much for you.” She shook her head in disbelief.
He shrugged. “Sorry, I kind of liked it."
"You are crazy. I'm not sure why I love you, but damn it, I do. Come on."
"Right behind you."
She clutched his arm. “Next to me, Seth. Walk next to me."
He smiled and clasped her hand.
* * * *
Seth took a cab with Carla back to her flat, where they talked until the wee hours of the morning. He wasn't sure who fell asleep first, but when he awoke she was gone.
He smelled bacon. Throwing Michael's shirt over the tuxedo trousers he'd slept in, he padded out to the kitchen. Carla stood in front of the stove, cooking, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt.
"Morning.” He smiled at her. “Do I smell coffee?"
"Absolutely.” She poured a cup and sat at the counter in front of him. “Did you sleep?"
"A little. I feel rotten about last night."
"I'm sure we all do.” She blew across the top of her own beverage before sipping.
"You know,” he gazed at her with sad, smiling eyes, “I'm sorry about the way things happened. But I really think you should have expected it. We talked about group sex."
"I know.” She looked down, her expression sheepish. “I thought I was prepared for it, but when it happened..."
"It was obviously more intense than you thought it would be. I get that. Michael and I do it regularly, but I'll admit, our relationship is a little unusual. He loves to dominate me, I willingly submit to him. Once a month, at the play parties, we involve other people in our sexual games."
She rubbed her arms. “It just didn't feel right."
He gazed at her levelly. “Even though you knew we were there for consensual group sex?"
"I suppose. It didn't feel all that consensual. I didn't know that guy."
"The parties are a safe place to play. I believe you were out of your element, and I'm sorry about that.” He grinned. “You're obviously not into exhibitionism as much as we are."
She returned to the stove and finished preparing breakfast. After serving two plates of bacon and eggs, she sat in the chair beside him. “That's right. You and Michael are fucking freaks."
Seth laughed. “Okay, maybe Michael is a freak. But he's my freak, and I need to talk to him."
Carla smiled. “After breakfast. I'm famished."
"It looks great.” He picked up a fork.
She took a bite, watching him push his eggs around on the plate. “Not hungry?"
Seth shrugged. “Just kind of upset. I'll feel better when I've seen Michael."
"I'm sorry.” She looked truly unhappy.
Seth leaned over and drew her in for a hug. “Thank you for being so concerned about me."
"Of course I'm concerned. I love you,” she murmured into his chest.
He cupped her face, turning her to him for a kiss. When it ended, he held her close, neither of them speaking.
Carla took a deep breath, and he felt her body shudder as she exhaled.
Seth gazed at her again, staring into her eyes. “I love you, too, Carla. It's been my naughty, little secret since practically the day we met. I couldn't bring myself to say anything because I don't see how this could ever work. I'm still passionately, madly in love with Michael."
"I know. I can see it in your eyes. Michael's a good man. I just don't think he was looking for a third partner.” She kissed him again then buried her face in his neck. “If things don't go like you hope with him, you can always come back here. You're welcome to stay as long as you need, until things are sorted out."
"Thank you.” He rocked her gently. “I hate to inconvenience you. I wouldn't want to stay too long."
She hugged him tightly. “Forever wouldn't be too long."
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Chapter Nine
Michael heard the front door open, and his head sprang up. He'd barely slept, finally rising to make coffee, but was now struggling to stay awake. He went to the entryway wearing his tuxedo trousers and an open shirt. He felt more dishevelled than he'd ever been, but at that moment didn't care. All I care about is Seth.
"Sleep in those clothes?” His handsome husband smiled. Seth looked as rumpled as he felt, but not as tired.
"I didn't sleep. I was worried sick about you."
"Worried? Why? You knew where I was."
"Like that made it okay?” His voice came out sharper than he'd intended, but he was exhausted, and anger bubbled just beneath the surface of his calmness. “How the fuck did you think I'd feel? You left with her."
"Then you pretty much knew where I was.” Seth eyed him levelly.
"And what you were doing.” Michael frowned.
"Talking and sleeping. That was it. We were both pretty drained after the fiasco last night."
"That was a fucked up scene. I have to tell you, I was kind of pissed."
"I know, but I couldn't stand seeing Carla so upset. She freaked out. I wasn't just going to watch her leave."
"She wasn't used to the way we play, and she lost it. That wasn't cool."
"I agree. But she didn't want to be part of what was happening. I should have explained things to her in more detail before we went. Next time—"
"Next time?” Michael couldn't help yelling. “Are you fucking nuts? There won't be a next time. She's not ready for grown up play."
"You're right.” Seth's shoulders sagged.
"I really think you've had your fun, and it's time to move on. Say goodbye to Carla. If you want another submissive—"
"I can't do that, Michael.” Seth's face flushed pink.
"Excuse me?” Michael couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"I have feelings for Carla. Strong feelings. I know I said our relationship would come first, but—"
"Our relationship hasn't come first since you met her!” Michael stomped around the room, furious with the situation. In the back of his mind, he wished he could be reasonable, but he felt totally unable to control himself. “You need to end things with that woman now!"
"It's not that simple.” Seth folded his arms. “You and I had an arrangement. If I wanted to practise domination, I had to find a third. Well, I did, and I'm not done practising yet.” He gave a small smile.
"You think this is fucking funny? Because I gotta tell you, frankly I don't see the humour. If you're not willing to end it with Carla, then we have a problem."
"If you feel that way about it...” Seth stared at him, his face contorting in anger. “Then we do have a problem.” He strode past Michael to the bedroom.
Michael stormed after him and watched Seth grab a suitcase off the closet shelf. “What are you doing?"
"I need some time to think.” He threw clothes and toiletries in the bag haphazardly.
"You're making a big mistake. Don't do this.” Michael stood in the doorway.
"I'm sorry. I realise I'm partly to blame, but I'm not pleased with your attitude. We have a partnership. We make decisions together. I don't take orders from you in the real world, Michael."
"Oh my god.” Michael shook his head in disbelief. “You're leaving me."
"I'm taking a break to cool off.” Seth hoisted his suitcase and carried it to the kitchen where he grabbed his mobile phone and keys.
Michael followed him, moving to stare out the back patio door. “I guess I don't need to ask where you'll be.” He looked at his husband.
Seth held his gaze for a moment, before looking down. “I just need time. Please don't call me unless it's important."
"Like saving our marriage?"
Seth froze, his hand on the doorknob. He cast a guilty glance back over his shoulder then walked out the door.
* * * *
Seth received several voice mails from Michael that week. Some were contrite and apologetic, a few were rants and raves, ordering him home. He deleted them with a sick, uncertain feeling in the pit of his stomach.
He stretched out on Carla's sofa Friday night after work. They'd eaten pizza and started to watch a movie but ended up talking through it. “I grew up hearing things about bondage and discipline.” He stared at the ceiling as he spoke. “Not at home, certainly. But in the circles I travelled in. Hearing about it excited me. Shit, it still does."
She chuckled, sitting at the other end of the sofa with his feet in her lap. “Not me. Never heard a whisper until college. I met a guy who was into spanking—me spanking him, mind you. That sparked my interest and led me to delve deeper into the subject. Imagine my surprise when I discovered there was a whole society of people who enjoyed the same, kinky stuff I was experimenting with."
He laughed. “Yeah, it is kind of a shocker to realise you're not the only one who likes to be tied up and dominated."
She rubbed a hand over his calf. “With the right person, it can be pretty amazing. Of course, being the one who does the tying up is a turn on, too. We've barely begun to experience that."
"I always thought Michael was the right person.” He sounded pathetic and felt equally forlorn. “Sorry.” He smiled sheepishly at her. “It's hard not to talk about him."
"It's okay. We can talk about whatever you want. Or—we don't have to talk at all.” Her hand moved up his leg.
Seth had stayed in Carla's guest room all week and nothing sexual had happened between them. If she'd wanted to initiate something, she never had, and he hadn't felt like it. For better or worse, he missed Michael. “I don't know, Carla."
"I realise you're conflicted. That's okay. I just want to be with you. I love you, Seth."
She climbed between his legs, lying on top of him on the sofa.
"Fuck.” All thoughts of resistance faded away.
"Yeah, we can do that.” Carla smiled and pressed her lips against his.
He opened his mouth and drew her tongue in. They clutched each other, ending the kiss only to breathe. “Yes,” he whispered. “I want you, too."
She kissed him again and slowly rolled off his body. Standing, Carla extended a hand.
He reached for it and rose. They walked to her bedroom together without speaking.
Inside the peach-coloured room, she stopped by the bed and pulled back the covers. After fluffing the pillows, she considered the mattress then patted it. “I think I'd like you here. On your back. Sound good?” She faced him, fingers working the buttons on the front of his shirt.
"Whatever you say, Mistress."
"I like that.” She grinned, leaning up to kiss him. “And I'd like to see you naked. Let's get rid of these clothes."
He scrambled from his shirt and jeans, kicking off socks and underwear. His cock already stood at attention, a drop of pre-cum on the slit.
"Mmm.” She eyed him, licking her lips. “Lie down, please."
Settling on the bed, he watched her open the nightstand drawer and remove some things.
"Raise your hands over your head, please."
He did, amused at her politeness.
She cuffed both wrists and attached them to the spindles on her headboard. “Is that okay?"
"Yes, Mistress.” He tugged at the cuffs. They were tight, a feeling he realised he enjoyed. After the debacle with Michael, he hadn't been sure he'd want to practise the submissive lifestyle with anyone else. Seth sighed. He needed it. He craved it. His cock throbbed at the mere thought of what she might do to him.
She leaned over him. “I'm a big fan of blindfolds. I want you in a nice, dark place while I work my kinky magic."
Black satin covered his eyes. It was comfortable, another feeling he was used to.
"Like that?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Your cock is so gorgeous, standing up tall and handsome for me. I hope you don't mind, I must have a taste.” Her tongue flicked over his crown and into the slit. Wetness saturated the head as she sucked it into her mouth.
Do I mind? He chuckled to himself. That was a rhetorical question.
She swallowed his length, nuzzling her nose in his scruffy pubic hair.
"I should have shaved. I'm sorry, Mistress."
She pulled up. “I like hair. You don't have to shave for me.” Her tongue flicked his slit one more time. “Damn, you taste good. If I didn't have further plans for your hard cock, I'd suck you dry, right now. Unfortunately, I have more—much more—in mind. Sorry.” She climbed off the bed.
"No problem,” he murmured. “I mean, No problem, Mistress."
The room was quiet. His gaffe had gone unnoticed because she wasn't even there. Seth inhaled then blew the breath out slowly. Anticipation. He loved it. He hated it.
Warm, soft flesh brushed his lips. He recognised her nipple at the last moment, but it was gone before he could grasp it. “Mmm, hungry boy. Don't worry, I've got plenty of tasting for you, tonight."
Something wet and cool traced his lips. Seth tried to lick it, but she plucked it back. He waited until she offered it again. This time she shoved it in. Sweet, pulpy ... a cherry. He chewed and swallowed it, glad there was no pit.
Her mouth pressed against his, her tongue dragging across his. “Mmm,” she murmured. “Tastes good."
"Yes, Mistress."
One more tongue wrenching kiss, and she pulled away.
Another cool, sticky sensation on his lips. This one stung slightly, almost tasted salty. He puckered when she shoved the piece of lemon in his mouth. Before he had time to swallow, her breast was there, erect nipple on his tongue.
He growled with pleasure and drew the nub into his mouth. The lemon added an interesting flavour, and he sucked harder to experience it fully.
"Ooh, good. Your mouth is so nice. I love the way you go after my tits."
His mind agreed but his mouth was full, so he didn't stop to comment. He drew on the hard, wet nubbin as deeply as he could, until his Mistress squirmed.
She caressed under his chin. He opened his mouth, and she pulled out. “That made me hot. When you suck me like that, my pussy creams."
He felt her moving on the bed next to him. “Oh, yeah. I'm wet. Wet and hot. My clit is a tight little button. Juice is streaming down my thigh."
A finger dipped into his mouth, and Seth tasted her feminine nectar. He sucked it hungrily, crazy with desire to continue this feast.
"Mmm, you like the taste of me. Want more?"
"Yes, Mistress!” he barked out. Another rhetorical question.
"Soon.” She pried open his lips and pressed something in. Long, round and thick like a cock, but soft. A banana. His Mistress worked the dong shaped fruit in and out of his mouth seductively. “Ah, so nice. You do like to be fucked in the mouth, don't you?"
He couldn't answer, but nodded. The banana grew slick on his tongue. Stickiness coated his face.
"Mmm, that looks like fun. I want to join in."
The bed shifted. She was on him. He felt her straddle his neck with her thighs, her pussy grazed his face. T
he banana he held sank inside her, and his mouth pressed against her fragrant flesh. He raised his head as much as possible, hungrily going after the fruit.
"That's it. Eat that banana. Eat it all."
Seth nibbled at the fruit carefully. When he'd finished it, his tongue stroked her pussy, and he slurped what was left of the sticky juice.
"I just love bananas,” she sighed.
He murmured agreement, going to work on the fleshy folds of her labia. His tongue stroked long lengths and finally centred on her clit, hard and already pulsing to his touch.
"Good.” She rose up and down on his face. “I wasn't going to come yet, but what the fuck. I'm close, and your mouth feels so good..."
He licked and sucked with extra vigour. The banana taste had finally dissipated, leaving the delightfully musky flavour of her juice. The best thing I've tasted yet. Nothing sweet or sour could compare to her wonderful, spicy nectar.
"Damn,” she moaned, her legs quivering against him.
Seth grinned as she came, gushing in his mouth. He lapped it up and lavished the sensitive area with kisses and licks until her shuddering subsided.
She climbed off and pressed her mouth against his. Her tongue drove in, tasting what he tasted. She groaned with apparent pleasure.
He couldn't have agreed more.
His Mistress cupped his face. “That was spectacular. I'd love to reward you in kind, but I have something else in mind for that lovely, hard cock. My ass needs to be filled. I'm sure you know how to do that."
He groaned with delight at the prospect. “Yes, Mistress."
She slipped from the bed and fumbled around the nightstand a moment before she returned. Her mouth covered the head of his cock for a quick suck then disappeared.
Seth felt a condom roll down over his shaft. She straddled him again, her face close to his. Something rubbery touched his lips. “Lick this and moisten it for my pussy.” A dildo slid into his mouth.
He sucked the plastic like he would a nice, fat cock, preparing it for her.
"God, your mouth is gorgeous. Watching you go down on my vibrator almost makes me want to climb up there and ask you to eat me again. Almost.” She worked her way down his body. “Sadly, my pussy and ass are unbearably empty. I need you, now."
