Cruise Control (Watchers Crew)

by Johnson, Ines

  “Isn’t this what you wanted, Shakira? For every one to know that we’re together, that I’m your man, and you’re my girl?”

  God, he did know me. He had been paying attention. He was giving me exactly what I wanted, but in a way I’d never expected to receive it. He’d turned down a sexual request right in front of me. He’d staked his claim out in the open, in front of all his friends. He’d called me his girlfriend. He’d said I was his man.

  He brought me back into his arms and turned me to face Eagle and Crow working over another girl. She was laid stretched out on the couch, her head arched over the armrest. Crow kneeled on the armrest plunging his dick into her mouth while tweaking her nipples.

  “You see Crow’s fingers on her breasts, baby? See him making those tight little circles like you like? Imagine how hard her nipples are.”

  Owl’s hands were nowhere near my breasts but my nipples tightened into little points instantly. I ached for relief. I arched my chest up, but he didn’t move his hands.

  Instead he used his hands to turn my hips a little to the right. The girl’s body was stretched out on the couch and between her thighs I saw the cord of a vibe snaking out. Her body pulsed in time to Eagle thrusting into her ass.

  “She’s got the same vibe you use. Can you see her pussy quivering from here? Think about how your toy feels inside of you. Think about me turning up the dial to high.”

  Everyone in the room faded except for Eagle, Crow, and the sound of Owl’s voice in my ear. I no longer saw the girl lying between the two men. It was now me on that couch getting worked over by two other men while Owl whispered in my ear.

  Crow tilted my head back as he plunged his dick all the way down my throat until I gurgled. Eagle rimmed my ass with the thick head of his cock. It was my body that was trembling and shaking from both ends.

  “Are you cheating if you enjoy watching them? Does it make you want to fuck me any less? Or does it make you want to fuck me more?”

  More. It made me want Owl more. I stopped struggling and squirmed in an altogether different way.

  “I could watch you get fucked like that, baby. Watch you get high just like Eagle and Crow made Ellie high, just like they’re making that girl high. As long as you remember who it belongs to. That pussy doesn’t come without my say so.”

  Just Owl saying the world come had me whimpering. The thought of his friends surrounding me like that, giving their undivided attention to my pleasure, suddenly I couldn’t remember what my objections were.

  “But you said I couldn’t come with another man,” I protested. “You want your boys to fuck me without satisfying me?”

  “You used to fuck all the time without coming, Kira. Shit like that doesn’t go down here. A woman always leaves satisfied. I want to show you that you can have a satisfying fuck without coming.”

  I had no interest in fucking without coming. I was about to tell him so when something caught the corner of my eye. The woman who’d offered to fuck Owl a moment ago, she still stood near us. Her hand was in her pussy as she leaned against the wall. Her eyes were locked on Owl’s mouth, listening to him speak to me. I saw her chest rise and fall rapidly as she approached her orgasm all because of his voice.

  I stopped squirming in the good way. The thought of Owl with another woman sent a cold sliver of water down my spine and between my legs. Owl noticed my stiffness and let me go. I turned to face him.

  “Did you bring me here to butter me up?” I asked. “So, I’d get with the program of you fucking other girls?”

  Owl tilted his head to the side and sighed. I felt like I was on a high stakes game show and I’d just gotten the million dollar question wrong.

  “I brought you here to share with you something I enjoy,” he said. “I wanted you to learn more about me and my needs tonight.”

  I looked around the room at the fucking orgy that was in full swing. I watched the strangers open themselves up to whoever was available and then move on after they were done. “Owl, I don’t think I can do this.”

  “I haven’t asked you to do anything but come for me and only me.” He reached out his hand. “Come on, let’s go.”

  I clenched my fingers into a fist and dug my heels into the hardwood floors.

  “I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do, Kira. Just let me show you.”

  “Where are we going?”

  “To my bedroom.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Owl led me back through the kitchen, and down the steps into the basement. There were only a few steps on the stairs. From the top of the stairs I saw a spacious room. There was a black dresser, which looked as though it could be in a show room. It was spotless and orderly with every toiletry lined up by width and height. Every item of jewelry was arranged by precious metal. In another corner was a workout area where the weights were all lined up according to size. The bed was not only made, the corners were up to military par.

  “Sit down on the bed,” Owl commanded.

  I came down the stairs and made my way over to his bed. In the only window of the room sat plants. Not leafy plants. They were small trees. Bonsai trees I guessed. Owl’s small tools for the miniature trees were in the same perfect alignment as was each branch and leaf of the trees.

  Owl bent down and took off my shoes. He held one of my heels in his hands and then massaged the ball and center of my foot. “Relax.”

  I’d been holding myself up by my elbows. When Owl’s thumbs kneaded the ball of my foot, I collapsed back onto the bed. My head rolled to the side as he concentrated his fingers between each of my toes. I could still hear the sounds of music and pleasure from the open door that led up stairs.

  “You left the door open.”

  Owl switched his attention to my other foot, ignoring my comment. “You keep expecting me to leave you, to lie to you, to betray you. I have no intention of doing any of those things, Shakira.” His fingers worked at pushing that statement into my thick skull starting from the bottoms of my feet. “Would you like to know why I won’t?"

  He didn’t wait for my answer. He rose and went to the top drawer of his dresser. When he turned back around he had a length of rope in his hands.

  “What are you planning to do with that?” I said.

  He smirked. “What do you think?”

  “Owl, you know my people have issues with rope and bonds.”

  He let out a laugh. “That’s only because they weren’t tied up by one of my people.” He reached for my hands, his eyes asking for permission.

  I looked from him to the ropes and then back again. “So bondage is your kink?”

  “Control is my kink. Control of your pleasure. Controlling your orgasm. Controlling the intensity.”

  “Of course,” I said with another glance around his orderly room. “You’re a control freak.”

  “I’m no different than you and your can of pens,” he grinned. “Monogamy is a fetish. You deny yourself contact with other partners. You only allow them to release with you. How’s your need for control different from mine?”

  “Mine is more socially acceptable.”

  Owl smirked. “Yeah, but society lies about being faithful and then they have to hide their needs, and their shame at going out and fulfilling those needs. I’m not hiding anything from you. I’ve told you what I want, what I need.”

  I looked again at the rope in his hands. When I handed him my wrists his smirk turned serious. He took my hands in his.

  “This is why I’m not going anywhere, Kira. I’m not going anywhere as long as we’re honest about what we need and we’re fulfilling each other’s needs.” He ran the silk over my wrists and looped the ends into a knot. “I’m not playing a game with you. In games somebody has to lose. We do this together and we both get to win.”

  He pulled the knot tight. The threads of the rope licked at the soft spot on the underside of my wrists.

  “You want to feel secure?” He latched the end of the rope to the headboa
rd of the bed, stretching my arms over my head. “I’ll give you security, baby. You want my undivided attention?” He chuckled softly as he ran his hand over my neck sending shivers down my spine. “You might come to regret that in a few hours.”

  I heard a creak from above. Someone was standing on the top of the stairs. They were in the shadows and I couldn’t see their faces.

  “They don’t matter,” said Owl. “They’re the game. You and me, we’re what’s real here.”

  Despite Owl’s words, my eyes clung to the shadow on the stairs.

  “Eyes on me.” He used that tone of soft steel.

  My eyes immediately found his. My hands were tied to the bed. My legs spread wide, but my skirt covered me. Owl sat down on the bed to obstruct the view of the onlookers.

  “I’ll untie you if you tell me to,” he said in his quiet, soothing voice as his fingers played with the elastic of my panties. “I don’t do that safe word bullshit. No, means no. But understand, that if I untie you, I will not be fucking you tonight.”

  “What?” The shadow on the stairs became hazy to my focused eyes.

  “And you will not be allowed to come or play with yourself later when you get home.”

  “But I can’t come without you inside me, or touching me, or talking to me.”

  The smile that spread across Owl’s face was a mix of cruelty and possessiveness. It’s what I imagined the devil would look like if he’d trapped an angel and was about to torture her.

  Owl yanked the elastic band of my panties. The material fell away and his fingers were inside me, all in one quick motion. “Tell me who it belongs to, Kira.”

  He curled his fingers upward and hit that spot that made my toes curl. My world shrunk down to his two fingers. Words failed me.

  “This is mine, Kira.”

  He stroked his fingers hard and fast inside me. I’d been on edge all night, all day. An orgasm instantaneously sprang to the forefront. It pushed back against his fingers, begging to be set free.

  But he wouldn’t do it. He wouldn’t give me the extra pressure I needed. He kept me right on the edge. There was nothing I could do to get the extra bit of friction I needed. With my arms tied over my head, I scratched futilely at the headboard. My heels dug into the mattress, but Owl used his body weight to hold me down.

  He took his fingers out. They were soaked with my juices, so much so it dripped down the sides. Owl put his fingers in his mouth. He closed his eyes and suckled.

  “Owl please,” I was in tears.

  “This pussy, every drop that comes out of it, all belongs to me. Isn’t that right, baby.” It wasn’t a question. He stated a fact and dared me to deny it.

  “Please,” I whimpered. “I want to come. I need to come.”

  “Not yet, baby. Let it build.”

  Let it build? The pressure was stacked up against my hair follicles.

  “Fucking bastard.” The voice came from the door. “Let the girl come.”

  The dark shadows that had been in the doorway, the ones I’d been so concerned about moments ago, came down the stairs. My fogged brain recognized Crow and Eagle. Crow had a bath towel wrapped around his waist. Eagle had on a pair of low-slung jeans, unbuttoned. His happy trail grinned back at me above the line of his waistband.

  “Want me to suck your breasts, Shakira?” Crow leaned over me. “I can make you come.”

  I was delirious enough to consider it.

  “I’d love to eat that pretty pussy out. Been a minute since I had some prime, dark chocolate.” Eagle winked at me.

  “No we’re good,” said Owl. “We’re exclusive. Isn’t that right, Kira?”

  The three of them joked back and forth about that word and its meaning; exclusive. I heard none of it. Owl’s thumb brushed my clit back and forth, light as a feather. Tremors broke out over my body, small quakes that would register low or not at all on a Richter scale.

  “If he don’t treat you right, you come find us.”

  “I don’t hold back on a girl.”

  I couldn’t tell which of them were speaking. They were a dark, blonde blur as the tremors radiated outward. My toes twitched, my palms itched, and butterflies flung themselves inside my belly in a vain attempt to escape.

  “She’s not going anywhere, are you baby? Kira’s my girl. She only comes for me. You wanna show them, baby? You wanna show them how beautiful your orgasms are?”

  I was so wound up I didn’t care who might see. My body clenched so hard. Everything balled up; my toes, my fingers, my eyes closed. But I didn’t release. I couldn’t. Not without his say so. He would say the words soon. I struggled to focus so I wouldn’t miss it when the words left Owl’s mouth.

  “You want it, Kira? You gotta ask for it.”

  “Puh-puh please…”

  “Tell them who it belongs to.”

  “Yours… It’s… Owl.”

  “That’s my girl. Come for me, baby.”

  Owl was barely touching my clit, just the lightest of swipes. But it was enough. The fault line ruptured, splitting a path open from my head to my toes.

  My torso arched off the bed as my pussy clenched around an empty channel. I twisted and turned, like a dishtowel that had been soaking all day and now Owl set at ringing every drop of moisture from it. From me.

  I came, and I came, and then I came some more. Every time I thought it was over another tremor triggered and quaked through me. When every square inch of my body had been rung dry, I collapsed back onto the bed.

  “Fucking hell, Owl.”

  “Yeah man, that’s some fucking voodoo, samurai shit right there.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  I must have passed out. I opened my eyes when I felt something cold on my head. Owl pressed a cloth to my temple, gently wiping away all the perspiration that had collected there. He looked down at me, but it wasn’t with the cocky smile he’d given me on that first night. It wasn’t with the smirk he’d given me earlier tonight. It was the same look that Hawk had on his face when Eagle and Crow deposited Ellie back in his lap after they’d put her into a fuck coma.

  There was something about that smile, this smile that pulled at my heartstrings. I tried to stop those ropes from being pulled. Owl didn’t believe in relationships and monogamy, not really. This was just temporary. But I couldn’t stop the strings of my heart from twisting into a knot. My hands were still tied to his bed.

  “Everybody get out,” said Owl. “Show’s over. I’m gonna fuck my girl now.”

  I heard the sound of footsteps and then the door being shut. Owl untied my hands and massaged them.

  “You okay, baby?”

  I had to clear my throat before I could speak. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.”

  “You satisfied?”

  “Now, that I’ve come, I am.”

  He grinned at that, his thumb working the kinks out of my wrist. “Will you let me try something?”

  My eyes widened. “I don’t think I can come again tonight, Owl.”

  “You might not. But I’d like to come.”

  I felt like the selfish, self-centered person he’d accused me of being earlier. I hadn’t thought about his orgasm since the day we met. In fact I couldn’t remember him coming since that day. I sat up and undressed for him.

  Once I was naked in his bed, Owl climbed on top of me. He spread my thighs and settled between them. But he didn’t enter me. Instead, he kissed me. Slowly, deeply, thoroughly. Then he pulled back and brushed kisses over my eyelids, my nose, my ears.

  He scooted down and kissed my breasts. He didn’t flick his tongue like he’d normally do to get my clit throbbing with need. His swipes lingered, like a caress. He ran his hands over my back and abdomen, his touch less a tease and more an embrace. He came back up above me, hovering over my lips.

  “Owl?”

  “Mmm?”

  “This doesn’t feel like fucking.”

  I tasted rather than saw the smile on his lips. He wrapped my thighs around his waist and entered me sl
owly. His rhythm was anything but rushed. His lips never left my mouth or my skin.

  We coasted in this cocoon of pleasure for what seemed like hours. Until finally, his movements sped up. His thrusts became frantic. His lips lost their connection with mine. And then, his body stiffened.

  Owl opened his eyes, staring down at me, hiding nothing, letting me see every emotion cross over his face. He jerked once, twice, and after the third thrust his face contorted in ecstasy. He groaned deep in his chest. Then he collapsed onto me, into me.

  I held onto him. He was the only thing solid in my life at this moment. My legs were jelly, my heart was putty, and my head was clouded over.

  “You satisfied, Kira?”

  I hadn’t come, but every bone in my body thrummed with joy. I wrapped myself around him and prepared to never let go.

  I must’ve fallen asleep because I dreamed up a life with the two of us. Me working in a firm that allowed flex time for our two children. Owl owned a garage down the street where our kids would go after school. Our son, who had his eyes and my skin coloring, would help his father fix old, antique cars. At night, Owl would tie me up to the bed and fuck me senseless on into the morning.

  “Kira?”

  When I opened my eyes next, it was to Owl lightly kissing my eyelids. I stretched like a cat and then rolled deeper into his embrace.

  “It’s time to go home, baby.”

  I frowned. “Go? Home? Why can’t I stay?”

  He ran his fingers gently over my brow. “I told you, I don’t do sleep overs.”

  I sat up, the sheets falling away from my bare breasts. “Why not?”

  He shrugged. “I always sleep alone. It’s nothing personal. I’ll come get you tomorrow night. We’ll go out on a proper date, like normal people. And then I’ll take you back to your place and fuck you into the middle of the night.”

  “And then you’ll leave in the middle of the night?”

  “Yeah. What’s the problem?” He took my chin between his fingers and turned me to face him. “You still think I’m going to go out and fuck another girl? I thought we got passed this,” he sighed.