Ménage à Tess (The Tess Series)

by Tessa Wanton

  He had done the same thing last night, and he had made her come so hard she had gushed. Something she had never thought he would ever be able to do, as the few times she had done so previously had been by her Master’s skillful hand. He added a little more pressure and then slowly massaged within her in tandem with long licks of the flat of his tongue over her already fiercely tingling clit. Pushing herself down toward his face, she yelped with delight as he alternated his licks with delicate nips. He was driving her absolutely crazy, and the insistent pressure on her G-spot was creating so much tension within her core that she knew her orgasm was nearly upon her. Needing to come, Tessa frantically entwined her fingers in her lover’s hair, both hands tightly grasping short tufts where she could, desperately trying to press him even closer to her heated sex. Johnny seemed to instinctively sense her nearing pinnacle and increased pressure both within her and on her until, with a low moan of release, her body contracted and spasmed in the most unbelievably powerful orgasm. Tessa went limp; spots danced before her eyes and she closed them; exhaustion drained her limbs. He was breathtaking.

  Opening her eyes, she looked down at Johnny who was smiling and regarding his hands with an expression of disbelief. He was holding them out in front of him and shaking his head. Tessa realized with horror he had forced her to gush again and his hands were totally covered. She quickly pulled her legs in.

  “Oh, erm…I’m sorry, I can’t help it, you were just so…wonderful, J.”

  Johnny’s head shot up. “Whoa, angel, don’t ever be sorry about this!” He licked his left hand. “This was what I wanted. I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s amazing! You are amazing, Tessy. I want to be able to do that to you forever!” With a wolfish grin he sucked his fingers clean whilst holding her gaze. She couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing; her lovely vanilla man was intent on making her gush for him, quite obviously knew how, and couldn’t get enough of her! It was her ultimate paradise, and she cursed herself for not having given herself to him months earlier. But that was of no matter now—she wanted him, she had him, and now she wanted to feel his whole body pressed to hers.

  “Come here, gorgeous. You can’t expect to do that to a lady and think she won’t want more.” She beckoned him with a finger. Moving like a creature possessed, Johnny practically leaped onto the bed and wrapped his arms tightly around her. She felt her heartbeat quicken as his turgid member nudged against her; she looked deep into his eyes as he kissed her; their lips crushed together with such passion that she was grateful they were lying down. Pulling away after a few moments, Tessa hooked her leg around his hips, dragging him closer still, leaving him in no doubts what she desired from him now. “Johnny…I love you, I truly do, more than I ever thought I could…” She thought for a moment she saw tears well in his eyes. But that was only a fleeting moment before he rolled her onto her back, scattering kisses across her face and chest and hurriedly sat back, kneeling between her legs. Panting heavily, she watched as he grabbed a condom from the side table, and giggled, watching his brow furrow in concentration as he opened the package with shaking fingers and rolled the rubber on. She considered for a moment that there was nothing finer than seeing a man with a sheath on his manhood hovering at the point of entering her body, intent clear. But instead of forcefully invading her, he gently made love to her, his Dominant act of shaving her mellowing into the tender love and immense feeling he bore for her too. As she became lost in Johnny, all other things faded into insignificance in that one perfect moment; but a single conscious thought whispered in the depths of her mind. Master would never do this.

  Chapter Five

  Tessa watched Johnny through a distracted haze, her mind still very much preoccupied with the events of the past twelve hours. The scent of the hot buttered toast teased her empty stomach and it growled impatiently in response. She hadn’t realized quite how hungry she was until he suggested that perhaps they should eat something. Standing side by side in her kitchen, wearing his T-shirt from the night before felt natural, like they had always been together in this way.

  “I don’t want this to end,” she murmured quietly as she moved behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, tucking her fingers into the waistband of his jeans and brushing her cheek against the warm skin of his naked back. His large shoulders always made her feel so tiny; she decided that if he ever moved in, she would rather like him to walk around topless in the flat as often as possible. Sharing her home had to have its perks, after all.

  “I rather liked you taking control this morning, you know, J. It felt right. It’s how we should be when we’re together, don’t you think?” Sliding her hand slowly across his stomach, she swiftly grabbed the slice of toast he seemed to be taking forever to butter, and jumped back from their embrace. Sinking her teeth into the crisp slice, she chewed thoughtfully, continuing to mull over the idea forming little by little in her mind.

  “I’m glad you thought so, gorgeous. I just sort of went with the flow.” He then went back to carefully scraping butter onto his slice of toast. She laughed joyfully; she couldn’t believe she could feel this happy. The silence between them seemed just perfect, easy, comfortable—she didn’t feel as though she had to fill the silence with any unnecessary words. But this idea that was growing in strength simply wouldn’t be contained any longer. She took a deep breath and tried to calm the trembling that had suddenly claimed her limbs.

  “You know that BDSM is an important thing in my life, Johnny. Have you ever considered…to maybe try it?” As he turned around to face her, she averted her eyes from him momentarily, hoping he wouldn’t interrupt her pleas. The next part wasn’t going to be easy, and she didn’t want to see the look on his face just yet. She considered leaving it at that for a few seconds, but if this was to work in any way it all simply had to be said right there, right then.

  “Maybe you could meet up with Charles to learn from him? You know He’s my Master, He’s not going anywhere, He’s such an important part of my life…” Finishing her toast with one final bite, she steeled herself to look up. Gazing deep into Johnny’s eyes, she stepped tentatively toward him and cautiously slid her arms around his waist again. Lowering her voice to no more than a whisper, she turned her head to one side and rested it on his chest. “Johnny, darling, tell me what you think? It could work, you know. You showed last night and this morning that you have the potential, and you get on okay with Master, don’t you?” Still gaining no response, she squeezed him tightly in reassurance. She’d said all she needed to say now. The rest was now up to him.

  Tessa sighed contentedly as she felt her lover’s arms envelop her. She was still concerned by his lack of affirmation to her request, but she felt a little more confident by the fact he was returning her affection. She hadn’t destroyed everything between them quite yet.

  “Am I not enough for you, Tess?”

  The words hung heavily in the silence, eventually twisting in her chest as though a fist had closed tightly around her heart. Quickly pulling back to attempt to assess what he was thinking, she placed her palms flat on his upper chest, maintaining her contact with him, but intently studying his handsome features.

  “Oh, God, Johnny, of course you are! I never meant for you to doubt that. You are more to me than anyone else in the world, and yes, that also means Master! I just…thought that…what I shared with Master could also be shared with you. I can’t live without the relief that Master provides to me, but…I can’t live without you either. I know this now. Johnny, I love you more than I ever thought possible!”

  She watched as his eyes scanned her upturned face. He was clearly thinking hard about what she had asked, but also, despite his previous question, he didn’t seem alarmed or shocked. Usually he couldn’t hide what he was thinking from her, his expressions candid whatever the situation. Tessa didn’t know whether to be worried or not.

  “Okay. For you. I’ll give it a try.” He gave her a shy smile, bending a little to place a tender kiss on her fore
head.

  Joy and shock jumbled together into a tight knot within her. Her submissive life with her Master was perfect in every way; He was everything she could want in a Dom. But as time went on she had been finding it difficult to leave Him after each session. She wanted to be with Him more and more, and she had loved Him. But that was in the past now. She knew she needed someone who was there for her all of the time, not simply someone who dropped in and out of her life when she needed to submit—or when they needed to control. Johnny was the answer. He could train with her perfect Dom and learn all of the things she needed.

  Throughout all of these musings, a sadness washed over her. She was planning a life without her Master, and yet she really didn’t want that either. She loved Him, but she also hated Him for His betrayal. Would it ever be something she could forgive and forget? In fact, would their scenes ever be the same again? Something had to change, and however terrifying that prospect was, she had taken that first step.

  Tessa continued to watch Johnny as he cleaned the countertop and set out two cups to make tea. Casting a sideways glance, he smiled impishly. “Get back into bed, darling, I’ll bring the tea in when it’s ready. I don’t feel like getting up yet. Ever spent a whole weekend in bed?” He winked. “Rest for a little while longer. You’re going to need some more energy.” He reached for a packet of biscuits and tossed them to her. Grinning almost as much as he was, she almost missed the catch.

  “Yes, sir!” she replied as she turned and left him to his ministrations. Walking from the kitchen, she picked up her phone from the counter. She had one last thing to do this morning before becoming lost in the arms of her lover again. She selected her messages and typed out a message.

  Are you free to talk later today? There’s something important I need to ask you, Master.

  Chapter Six

  Charles took a long drag from his cigarette. He held his breath and felt the nicotine hit. Leaning nonchalantly against the wall outside his office, he watched the silvery smoke curl up into the sky. He knew smoking was dreadful for his health, but he didn’t care; it provided a brief respite from his dark thoughts. He glanced again at the text message he’d received from his Tessa and pursed his lips. Taking another deep breath of his cigarette, he considered how in the hell he’d got himself to this position in the first place.

  The last six months had been testing, to say the least. He hadn’t known what would happen when he’d left his wife, and following his own advice was incredibly difficult. “If you truly love someone, you have to let them go.” So he’d freed the love of his life from a soulless shell of a marriage with him and pushed his Tessa away too. Noble as his actions seemed, he had hoped in a small way that Tess would have come to him. Even if not straight away, he’d held on to a hope that it wouldn’t work out with Johnny and she would be all his by now. Would she have continued to look for a companion if Johnny hadn’t accepted her proposal for that date in the first place? He set his jaw as he thought about it. There were too many what ifs floating around in his mind for his liking, and he simply had no one to blame for his current misery other than himself. He was the one who’d told her to find someone else, after all. It was his fault she was in love with another, and he was left to observe their relationship as it blossomed and flourished.

  His divorce had been painful—accusations of affairs had been rife, but of course none of what his wife was alleging could be proved. He was a clever man and had protected his wife fiercely while they had been together, ensuring she could never be hurt by anyone, including himself. He’d mainly conducted his dalliances with Tessa away from the prying eyes of society, using unregistered prepaid mobile phones, paying for things in cash, etc. It was easy to remain a ghost in society if you knew how. Not only did these actions protect his wife from finding out, but they also safeguarded Tess. Her name wouldn’t be brought into disrepute if there was no record of them ever being together, and if both of the women he loved were safe, then he would be safe too. In all honesty, he didn’t care what happened to him now; he would have given up everything he owned to go back to what he and Tessa had before he lost control and ruined everything. Working at odds with his own emotions was the most difficult thing he’d ever had to do; he had almost lost his mind. Remembering with bitterness how he’d lost himself in their final session before everything had changed, he berated himself viciously over and over again for allowing his emotions to have such a hold on him.

  The fact remained that despite all of his best efforts to do what was right for Tessa, he still wanted her. Passionately wanted her. He’d planned all sorts of things over the months, to “command” her to leave Johnny, and many other such schemes so they would be together. But he was acting like a teenager with a first crush, infatuated with a young woman. What was he thinking? Was he going to lose grip on his control yet again and succumb to this ridiculous midlife crisis? Even without knowing it, he’d safeguarded against any weakness on his part by telling her about the fact they were having an affair the entire time they were together. Truth. It was something Charles always considered the most devastating of weapons in life, but this time it was necessary to protect his Tessa. She was a principled woman, and he knew such information would destroy any shred of romantic affection she might have held for him. Maybe that was for the best, and that was why he did it—to push her to another—to remove temptation from the both of them. He hadn’t, however, expected it to work quite so well.

  And now Tessa had asked that he, her Master, train her new boyfriend to become a Dom.

  He’d watched Tessa and Johnny from afar—they had never noticed him, yet he’d monitored them, nevertheless. Charles wanted to make completely sure this young upstart who was quite clearly besotted with his girl didn’t hurt her. If he harmed just one hair on her precious head, Charles would make sure this boy rued the day he ever set his heart at her feet. It didn’t take long to allay Charles’ fears, however, as slowly, gradually, Johnny and Tessa fell deeply in love. He could see it obviously from Johnny, the way he hung from her every word, almost fawned over her attention, treating her so perfectly. But what hurt more was that he saw the love returned by his Tess. He knew she didn’t even know it herself. She was holding herself back, but he could see it. It was only a matter of time before she realized her true feelings for the boy. It broke his heart to see it unfold. As hard as it was to come to terms with these disturbing disclosures, he almost felt relief that she was happy. He hadn’t destroyed her.

  So Charles detached himself from her, closed that part of his life. It was done. No more. He continued to train her diligently, giving her what she needed to the depth of her soul. He continued to enjoy their sessions on a carnal level, but emotionally? He allowed himself just enough connection to ensure she was safe and no pain would come to her. Throwing himself completely into planning the sessions they shared, he took great enjoyment in imagining her reactions and her stoicism to his tests. He concentrated on expelling his emotions before they met, and then drew in on himself, locking his pain safely away. Maintaining the safe distance he now held was like a ritual; he was simply a service to provide his girl with what she needed.

  This time, however, he had a big surprise for her. Would she stay strong for him? He knew she would. Try as she might to show indifference toward him, he knew she still cared for him. He clung to that thought tightly as he sucked the last dregs of his second cigarette and tossed the butt into the gutter. But before their next session together, he had somewhere else to be.

  The small matter of training the boy.

  Chapter Seven

  Johnny was already waiting when Charles rounded the corner. He watched as the boy looked around nervously, furtively checking that no one was paying attention to him. Charles shook his head with a sigh. No one would bat an eye at two friends going into an apartment block in London. He’d thought long and hard about this particular session for those very reasons. Johnny was completely inexperienced, and from what he could see, also complet
ely vanilla. He worried that introducing him to some of the things Tessa liked, for it would be very difficult indeed. It was through a conversation he’d had with a Domme regarding Tessa’s further training that he’d hit on this idea. Johnny was definitely not ready to just delve straight in, and he was pretty certain that Johnny wasn’t of the mindset of playing with another woman after only just getting to third base with Tess. In this circumstance, it would also be an enjoyable afternoon for him too, as he wasn’t in the habit of playing with other subs when he had chosen his girl either. Taking a deep breath, he beamed warmly as he approached Johnny.

  “Ah, Johnny, my man, good to see you! Having a good day? Ready to learn a few things?” Maintaining his expansive smile, Charles watched Johnny’s reactions closely. The boy looked as skittish as a newborn colt, ready to bolt at any moment.

  “Um, yes, not bad, thanks.” Johnny barely made eye contact. He looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him up right there and then. Nothing for it now, though. The best remedy was definitely to plow on. There was no escaping this for either of them now – Tessa desired it, so both men would capitulate.