Like Karl, that probably meant he’d done it to lots of women. She tried to push that thought out of her mind. After what she’d done tonight, she had no cause to get jealous. She should enjoy the experience. Someday, though, she wanted to have a man all to herself. Right now, she was going to enjoy Garrett.
“Comfy?”
“Yes. And different.” She looked down. The purple looked good on her. Her breasts looked good, too, the skin shining. Maybe it was the light, or maybe it was from the way the rope pulled at her skin, making it taut.
He brushed his hands across the nipples. She gasped, even at that gentle touch. They were super sensitive, another effect of the bondage. Yeah, there was definitely a point to it, even if I can still move. Two points and I think they’re going to be very hard until he takes it off.
“Please don’t flick them when you’ve got me like this,” she said. She suspected it would hurt entirely too much, although she had no reason to think it would be anything but safe. Still, if she could avoid that pain right now, she wanted to.
“I won’t. As long as you obey.”
“Oh. I guess I’ll be obeying then.” Although she wasn’t sure. Now that the thought had been raised in her mind, she wondered what it would feel like. How intense would it be? Would I be able to handle it?
Either way, it seemed wrong he was completely dressed. She started unbuttoning his shirt, half expecting him to stop her. Instead, he leaned back and let her, his gaze flicking between her face and her bound breasts. Apparently the rules about keeping eye contact didn’t apply to him, but she couldn’t begrudge him looking at his handiwork. The rope had made her tits look fantastic. Yet another thing I want again. I’ll have to thank Jannah for needling me into going. But not now.
When she’d finished unbuttoning, she looked at him for direction. “Keep going,” he said, softly.
It took her a moment. Did he want her to pull his sleeves off? But he made no effort to move from against the couch, which would be needed for that. She looked down at his pants. A button and a zipper. She grinned and moved back. In the process, she took a good look at the bulge tenting the front seam in his pants. Unless there was some illusion going on, nature had been very kind to Garrett and now it was about to be very kind to her. She undid the button, then let a hand trail along the length of his cock while the other found the zipper. She looked into his eyes. Like that, do you? With deliberate slowness she eased the zipper down.
She reached in and her hand gripped his bare cock. There hadn’t been any illusion. He was big. She stroked along his length, squeezing. “May I break eye contact to take a look at your cock?” she asked. If he said no, she was going to risk a flick.
“Yes, you may.”
She looked down. He was cut, with a purplish head and delicate veining. His skin was soft and smooth, stretched taut in his hardness. She cupped his balls, enjoying exploring. She wanted to get on her knees and take it all in her mouth, although she doubted very much she could take anywhere close to it all. Maybe no one could, but she hadn’t had much practice, either. It had always seemed to her a submissive act and she didn’t want to submit to anyone she didn’t find worthy.
A sigh from behind her made her aware of her surroundings. She didn’t want to turn far enough to look to see what was going on, but she did look around. Karl was standing enough inside the doorway to avoid blocking the way. He met her gaze for a moment. She expected him to be angry, but instead he smiled.
A spark of pain shocked her, as Garrett flicked her nipple. She saw Karl’s grin broaden before she turned to look at Garrett. “What was that for?”
“You had permission to look in one place, not all around.”
“Karl is here,” she hissed.
“All the more reason for you to focus on me. It seems fair. I watched you with him. Now he’s watching us.”
But I’m naked, she wanted to protest. Still, when she had seen Karl, he’d been smiling. Maybe he didn’t mind, or maybe he felt like he had to pretend he didn’t. Does this sort of thing happen all the time here? She tried to brush away the thought that maybe her connection with Karl meant nothing to him. Or that Garrett was similarly disconnected. But when she looked into his eyes, she had no doubt. Garrett was definitely all there.
He placed a condom wrapper in her hand.
She smiled and ripped it open. “May I look at your cock again, please, Sir?” she asked.
“I like the way you call me Sir and yes, you may.”
She took her time rolling the condom over his cock, giving it a squeeze and then looking up coyly. Then she lifted herself, positioning his cock at her entrance. She couldn’t wait to feel him inside her. She was so wet and while Karl watching had made her nervous, now it was turning her on more.
“Stop, Meg. I didn’t direct you to do that.”
She froze. “But I thought…” Why else would he need a condom on?
He smiled. “Stay right there, like that.” He took his cock from her hand and rubbed the tip against her clit, then back down as if he was going to fuck her. Then back up.
Her muscles had to strain to maintain the position and part of her wanted to tell him to fuck off. But she stayed, letting him tease her. She wasn’t used to this. Usually if a guy had her wet enough, foreplay was over. But Garrett bent down and flicked his tongue across first her left nipple, then her right. He was going to drive her crazy first, apparently.
“Do you like being watched?” he asked, keeping his voice soft.
“Maybe,” she whispered back.
He grinned. “What if I like it, does that make a difference?”
“You like him watching?” She found it difficult to carry on a conversation with him so close to fucking her and yet not.
“Yes.”
“You want to make him jealous?”
“Maybe. Mostly I like the idea I’m giving you a new experience. Taking your exhibitionist virginity.” He smiled. “Lower yourself down on my cock. Slowly. Don’t rush.”
Her legs were happy for the release of tension, but she didn’t want to take it slowly. Still, she did as he directly, moving until the head was lodged in her. She half expected him to say stop. But when he didn’t, she kept going. His cock stretched her.
“Stop,” he said again, halfway in. If he hadn’t gripped her hips firmly at the same time, she didn’t think she could have obeyed him. Gravity pulled her down, but so did desire. But with his hands there, she barely stopped. This time she didn’t complain but simply stared at him wide-eyed.
He grinned. He pulled her down at the same time he arched his hips, thrusting up. She gasped. He was all the way in and her pussy had never felt so full. Her breasts, still constrained by the rope, bounced with the jolt of it.
“Now,” he said. “We move.” Slowly he relaxed and pulled her down with him as he settled back into the couch. Then he pushed in, their bodies rising together, then falling again. His cock moved easily in her slick pussy.
“Eyes on mine again,” he ordered. She’d been looking at his abs. He had the tautest abs she remembered seeing, a six-pack that rippled with every thrust. She lifted her gaze but not before noting the smooth lines of his chest. He was easy on the eyes all over.
He plucked at her nipples, too brief and quick to be a pinch or a tug, but drawing them out nonetheless and making them harder. Making them ache. It was so intense she wanted to look away. But she didn’t dare. He seemed to sense her difficulty, because he slid his hand into her hair. He didn’t have to push or tug to tell her that where she faced was under his control. And when she realized that, she was tempted to look at the door to see if Karl was still watching.
Yet, she almost couldn’t imagine he would look away.
She ground into Garrett, seeking her pleasure. The orgasm she’d received before wasn’t enough. She wanted more and she wanted to have something, or rather someone, inside her. She felt her core tighten, like a spring ready to uncoil. Garrett seemed to sense it. He let go of her breast
and slipped his hand between her legs, pressing down on her clit.
For a moment, everything seemed to go white. She fell forward against him, squishing her sensitive breasts. Her toes curled and her fingers clenched on hard flesh. Her pussy contracted around his cock again and again.
Her vision cleared enough for her to realize it was his shoulders her hands were digging into. She was about to ask him if she was hurting him when she felt his cock swell inside her. His breath was ragged. He was close. She’d been thinking only of herself, but she wanted his pleasure, too. She squeezed her pussy around him and he gasped, then bucked hard twice. She wondered if he realized how focused he looked before, almost stern and then when he came, how blissful. She kept riding him, wanting to milk every last drop from him she could.
They both stared at each other for a moment as they caught their breath. Then she leaned forward and kissed him. “Thank you,” she said.
“Thank you.”
She smiled. She wasn’t sure what the rules were exactly, but she had some idea. “You’re in charge,” she said. “What pleasure you give me, I am grateful for. What pleasure you take from me, is simply yours to take.” Did that sound hokey? She knew she wasn’t his property or anything. They had just met. But still, it was hot to say and she hoped he didn’t correct her.
He looked surprised for a moment and then said. “Are you sure you’re new to all this?”
She blushed. “I’ve had my fantasies.”
“I think I’ve met one of mine.”
It took her a while to understand what he meant. “Flatterer.”
“I love fulfilling fantasies.”
“Mine or yours?”
“Both.”
She smiled. “I’d like to stay here like this, with you inside me.”
“Sadly,” he said, with a tone of regret, “I think we have to take care of the condom before I soften. I might not, with you around me. But that gets back to deciding what risks to take and I’d prefer to play it safe.”
She nodded in agreement. “That’s sensible.”
He gripped the base of the condom and his cock and she reluctantly dismounted, moving to the side of him. He took the condom off and set it on his bag for lack of anyplace better within easy reach, apparently sharing her desire not to break physical contact. Turning, he wrapped his arms around her and she snuggled in, but not before sneaking a glance up toward the door. She saw movement. Karl leaving, perhaps? In any case he was gone and she thought it would be rude to be caught looking.
From Garrett’s raised eyebrow, she suspected she already had. Well, it’s natural human curiosity. She snuggled in, burying her face in Garrett’s shoulder. Hopefully now, he’d let her get away with it. Two very interesting men. Will either of them want to see me again, or am I just a conquest to them? Either way, she had no regrets, but a girl could hope.
Garrett ran his hands through her hair, letting her be alone with her thoughts. She closed her eyes and drifted off.
“Again,” he said.
“Huh?”
“I said, I’d like to see you again.”
She smiled. “I think I might come back if Jannah isn’t too ashamed of her slutty friend to take me.” She noticed he’d managed to zip up his pants.
“You could apply for a membership on your own, you know. You need a few people to vouch for you and I think you’ve made some friends.”
She blushed. Not exactly the way my mother wanted me to go about making friends. “Maybe I will.”
“But that’s not for a month. I was thinking sooner. Dinner, perhaps?”
“And a movie? How traditional.”
“If there’s a movie, I’d like it to be watched snuggled at home rather than in a theater, I think. Either my place, or yours.”
With the option of sex, obviously. Well, I think that’s what we both want. She wondered if he was safe to take home. There weren’t people watching out for her there and he seemed more dangerous than the kind of man she usually dated. “I’ll think about that part,” she said.
“Wednesday night? I usually work weekends.”
“What do you do?”
“I run a little Irish pub in Baltimore.”
She was about to ask him for the name of it when Jannah walked in. She supposed it was pretty obvious what they’d been doing she, no matter how casually Garrett managed to drape his free hand to cover the condom.
Jannah smirked. “Looks like you’ve been having fun. Good for you.”
“And yourself?” Meg asked.
“Oh, fun, but not that much.” Jannah laughed. “You said you wanted to be home by two or so and it’s a long drive back.”
“Um, I could stay.” Meg noticed Jannah didn’t look thrilled and added, “But how about you?”
“I’m getting tired, honestly. Been a long week at work. If you want to do the driving, then I could stay for a bit.”
Meg considered it. Garrett didn’t seem in any hurry to move and it certainly felt nice to be in his arms, if awkward to be there naked in front of her best friend. But she’d drifted off once and the flogging and the sex and both would probably make her sleepy soon. “I can drive,” she said, deciding, “but yeah, we better leave soon.” She looked to Garrett. “I’m sorry.”
“That’s okay,” he said. “Wednesday?”
“Yes, that would be lovely.”
“Stand, please.”
Jannah chuckled. “I’ll let you wrap up and I’ll see you in the living room in a few minutes, then.” She turned to go, for which Meg was grateful.
Meg stood and yielded when Garrett turned her around. He untied the knot in back with swift, sure fingers and then tugged, unraveling the rope and turning her around again in the process. A few more turns and it was off.
“I suppose I better get dressed.” A moment ago, cuddled, she’d been quite happy naked. Now, standing, she couldn’t wait to get her clothes back on. Still, she wasn’t the only one naked and Jannah didn’t seem too surprised or put out by it. Something to get used to. Maybe.
“It’s a good thing. In case you get pulled over.” Garrett handed her bra to her.
“Thank you.” She got dressed quickly, with Garrett assisting with bra hooks and the zipper of her dress. Being a Dom, she noted, didn’t stop him from being helpful. Of service. She decided not to share that particular turn of phrase with him.
He kissed her. It was brief, but it seemed to promise more. “Wednesday night.” He handed her a card. “Call me.”
Karl’s, she realized, had ended up on the couch where her clothes had been. She scooped it up and put both in her cleavage. Hopefully he wasn’t offended. At the very least, I want to ask Karl what he used on me, so I know what I liked. That middle one was stingy and nice. “Thank you. I will.”
She turned, not so much because she wanted to go but because her desire to leave wouldn’t increase if she lingered. She walked into the living room, where there were a lot of people still chatting. She supposed there was no way of knowing which of them had taken a peek to see her being flogged, or with Garrett. But I can decide not to care. I think. She looked around for Jannah and instead saw Karl heading her way.
“Hey,” he said.
He’d definitely watched her. She blushed. “Hi.” She didn’t want a scene, especially if he was going to be jealous.
“Interested in going dancing tomorrow night?” he asked.
“Dancing?” She blinked. “I haven’t been dancing in ages. What kind of dancing?”
“Improvisational.” He chuckled. “Was thinking of a techno place I go to sometimes. Could modify that if you’ve got another idea.”
“I’m not too old for that?” she asked.
“Hon, I’m older than you are. I think you’re right around the median age of the crowd that goes to this place.”
What the hell. It sounds like it might be fun. And it’s a chance to see Karl again. “Sure. I’ll send you an e-mail, you can send be directions.”
Karl grinned. “
Good, then. It’s a date.”
Meg spotted Jannah. There were plenty of people in the living room, maybe two dozen, but they weren’t clumped in front of the door anymore at least. Jannah had two cans of cola, one in each hand.
“You’re driving?” Jannah asked, handing her one.
“Sure.” She turned to Karl. “We, um, were about to go.”
“No problem. I’ll see you there.”
Jannah made a face at Karl. “Are you taking her to the Devil’s Workshop? Give her a chance to recover, why don’t you?”
For a moment Meg thought Karl was truly offended, but then decided he was faking it and not in a way designed to take Jannah in. “Moi? I am taking her dancing, like the civilized gentleman I am.” He glanced at Meg, with a smirk. “Unless you’d rather go to an S and M club and have me make you scream.”
Meg was tempted. But Jannah’s presence tipped the scales. And her ass still stung. “Dancing will be fine.” And if I change my mind later, I don’t have to tell Jannah. She tried to resist a chuckle.
“What’s funny?
“Well, here I thought you were leading me into decadence and you keep trying to make sure I behave.”
Jannah shrugged and looked to the ceiling in an exaggerated why me? expression. “You’re a big girl and you’ll do what you like. Now take me home.” She hooked Meg’s arm and pulled her in the direction of the door.
Chapter Four
Meg half expected Jannah to give her a lecture, but instead Jannah listened to her recount her exploits, interrupting occasionally to give directions until they were on the main road.
“So if Karl or Garrett want me to come back to their place, or come to mine, how well do you know them?” Meg asked.
Jannah sighed. “Did you make dates with both of them?”
“I did.”
Jannah grinned. “Are they at the same time?”
“Of course not!”
Jannah laughed. “Don’t look so shocked. Boy, for a girl who got flogged in public, then fucked another guy, you’re a bit of a prude.”
“I’m not a prude, but I do like life drama free.” Having two hunky men date her and want her was definitely a turn-on. Even having them know there was competition, yeah, that was nice. But she didn’t want a fight to break out.
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