Ménage à Tess (The Tess Series)

by Tessa Wanton

  “What you expected, Johnny?”

  “Um…No. I guess not. I don’t know what I was expecting, really. It’s more…sensual I was expecting more brutality, I suppose.” Johnny looked deep in thought. He probably expected more sex too, Charles thought.

  “Physical means can be used to enhance an experience, but never, ever underestimate that unless the mind is present in the scene, the body is just a shell. There is no pleasure for anyone if the sub isn’t completely there in their mind, isn’t in the palm of your hand. If they haven’t given you their trust, their submission…there is no point.

  “An example, perhaps. About a year into my new found…talents…I was looking for a sub. It’s not often you can find a connection with someone in the right way, so I would often meet them first to chat, put them at ease. Nothing untoward. You just know if the connection is there or not. Friends is the best place to start; if you can’t stand the person, it’s not likely to bear fruit in the long term. Anyway, I met with this particular lady – self confident, high-flier, convinced she wasn’t a sub, never been in the scene before, but was intrigued about learning more. We chatted, she probably had too much wine, but the end result was that we connected. I put her into subspace with words and one touch. Right there in the middle of the pub in a room full of people. Nothing sexual, nothing deviant, just pure power exchange. Subs pop out of the woodwork when you least expect it. You can work on this too, you know, Johnny. You can do this if you are willing to learn.”

  He knew Johnny was really listening now. Focused entirely on what he was saying, hanging on every word. Perfect. It was about time he realized the importance of what holding Tessa’s life in his hands would be all about.

  Charles watched as Blondie took out a leather whip, deep brown in color, with what appeared to be very soft leather tails. Scary to look at, but really, the pain was only in the application, and there would be none of that. The show, the exhibition—that was what today was all about.

  Chapter Ten

  The sound of leather slapping bare flesh echoed around the room, punctuated with moans, yelps and gasps. The effect was intoxicating. Johnny watched, gripped as to what was happening. He’d never seen anything like it. Blondie wasn’t hitting Raven hard at all; the soft tails left faint red marks where they made contact, creating a rosy glow across her pale flesh. The spectacle was mesmerizing. Blondie was clearly skilful with her ministrations, what with the whip dancing rhythmically through the air, the flick of her wrist moving the implement much more quickly than he had ever thought possible. He idly wondered if he could ever do that, for it certainly seemed enjoyable, and Raven’s cries were inflaming his desire in an obscene fashion. He was painfully aroused.

  As soon as the flogging had started, it had stopped. Raven slumped in her bondage, panting from exhaustion, Blondie moved in front of her, lifting her chin to look into her eyes, observing her.

  “She’s checking her. Checking she’s okay, isn’t she?”

  “Yes…they’re not really playing to the extreme, here, but you simply never know what might happen. Safety is everything. Her life in your hands, my boy.” He never once took his attention away from the ladies.

  Safety. There was a lot of this. He started to relax once more, although there was all this power and responsibility, there were all the appropriate safety checks to go along with it too. It definitely wouldn’t be difficult to do; he loved Tessa, and her welfare was the only thing he ever thought about anyway.

  Raven let out a loud moan, so animalistic it made the hairs on the back of his neck rise. Her head was hanging back, her eyes closed, and Blondie was holding a large wand type implement to her sex. Not moving it, just holding it to her clitoris. Raven struggled and screamed, but still Blondie held the object fast to her body, her eyes locked on Raven.

  “Come for me,” she murmured, and Raven almost immediately shuddered with an ear-splitting climax. Blondie continued to hold the wand to her body. Raven tried to squeeze her thighs together, but her bound predicament meant that in order to take the strain off her arms, there had to be a certain separation of her legs, allowing Blondie to keep up with whatever torture she was imparting on her.

  “Charles, what in God’s name is she doing to her? She looks in total agony. I thought this wasn’t about pain with these two?” The chuckle caused Johnny to grit his teeth. Charles always had this way of making him feel like a child.

  “She’s in agony of a sort. There’s a line between pain and pleasure, and right now she can’t quite tell which she’s feeling. That implement right there is what we call a Magic Wand. It’s a deep tissue massager, for all intents and purposes, but with very powerful vibrations. Put that on her clit and she’s pretty much on the edge of orgasm anyway. Allow her to come, and keep holding it there? She’s unable to stop any more orgasms crashing through her exhausted body. That’s the name of the game, forcing orgasm after orgasm from her until she’s so exhausted…”

  Charles trailed off and became transfixed with Raven’s plaintive screams of ecstasy. A thin line between pain and pleasure. Johnny guessed there must be because the tormented writhing displayed by Raven was continuing in earnest, feral cries loudly filled the room and yet as he watched each climactic shudder ripple through her body, the expression on her face became more and more elated. When Blondie finally stopped her assault, Raven was visibly panting, her chest heaving with strain, and Blondie quickly lowered her arms from above her head, cradling her in her arms as they both slumped to the ground, entwined, loving almost. Blondie pulled Raven over her lap and rocked her gently, whispering something imperceptible in her ear. It looked almost like Raven was asleep.

  “And that’s aftercare, Johnny. So damned important. What you just saw there was emotionally intense. Physically too, but that’s not where the scars are left. Despite feeling sated and exhausted, Raven is going to feel vulnerable now. She’s just had an emotional rush like no other, a connection with her Dominant like no other, and she needs contact. As much bodily contact as she can get. Reassurance, care…all of it. Hence why Blondie is speaking to her constantly too. Holding her tightly, keeping the connection between them. You’ll understand one day…sometimes these moments are the best moments of the whole session.”

  Johnny felt uneasy. The two women looked as though they were in love. His stomach flipped over uneasily. The tenderness with how Charles was watching the scene tore at his heart. He was clearly remembering moments past, and Johnny knew that he was thinking about Tessa. Johnny desperately wanted to be the one to hold her after her sessions. He wanted to be the one to take her to the ecstatic highs he’d seen today, he wanted to be the one. Not Charles. He didn’t deserve her like Johnny did.

  “Ladies can be so soft and sensual, Johnny. It’s a new delight I’m toying with introducing Tessa to. She, as you know, has always had a fascination with women…”

  Johnny didn’t know. He hadn’t a clue about her kinky side.

  “…and so I think she would lap up something like we’ve seen here today. One must always push the limits with one’s sub…always find new ways to stimulate and nurture them. Oh, yes…I think I have just the perfect thing for her.”

  Johnny really didn’t have a clue about the depths of what Tessa was in to. Certainly didn’t know anything about her cravings and urges, and now he was finding out that she wanted to sample a woman? His mind reeled. What had he let himself in for? Looking back to the women holding each other in such a tender embrace, he longed for that connection with Tessa. He needed it with everything he was. One way or another, he would get it. However far out of his comfort zone he was, he would go through with this. He would become her Master.

  Chapter Eleven

  Life really can’t get much better, Tessa thought. Months of worry, guilt and stress seemed silly, all things considered. She was in love with her wonderful boyfriend, had an amazing, caring Master, everyone knew about each other, and everyone was happy. She didn’t yet know how Johnny’s session with Ma
ster had gone. Had He introduced a sub for him to play with? Or did they just talk about ethics and rules and things? In fact, she had wondered anxiously if they’d got on well. Could this current situation continue at all?

  She turned such ideas over in her head many times during the previous day, wondering if it would ever work. Perhaps she would have to choose at some point in the future, but for now, why ruin a perfect situation? What mattered was that there were no lies. She was satisfied that Master was now telling her everything, but He did worry her a little; He still didn’t seem the man He was before. He might not be hiding secrets from her now, of that she was sure, but He was holding something back; she could sense that. He appeared completely invested in their sessions, nevertheless, and He constantly pushed her further than she ever thought possible. She developed in confidence, happiness, and all other manner of ways she had never contemplated before. She had even been accepted and enrolled in a course to gain a higher education qualification to enable her to pursue her dream of becoming a Project Manager, something she was sure she would never have done without the esteem He alone had given her. Tessa would always owe more to her Master than she could ever put into words, and that was the reason she wouldn’t give up on Him either. There was something wrong with her Master, and she would not desert Him until she had helped Him, solved it, freed Him from it in the same way He had freed her.

  Pulling up to the address Master had given her, Tessa double checked the postcode, checked her mobile, and then slowly looked back up at the huge wrought iron gates blocking her path at a vast driveway. This was quite different from their abandoned warehouse. Spying an estate agent’s Sold board staked into the lawn nearby, she recognized His company’s name and smiled. It had always astonished her when He had found new vacant buildings for them to meet over the months, and when she had found out what His business was, it all made complete sense. He dealt specifically in commercial real estate. Which was why she was puzzled about this property. This was a grand country house, hardly a commercial venture in the traditional sense. It wasn’t really her concern though, as she was simply there for His pleasure and her freedom. Anything further was just idle speculation.

  Even though it was early October, the mid-afternoon sun was warm, so she wound the driver-side window down to breathe in the fresh countryside air. She seriously needed to focus her mind on their coming session; she did not want to let Him down now, any more than she ever had before. Cutting the engine, she tipped her head back onto the seat rest and closed her eyes, awaiting the arrival of her Master.

  A short while later, she heard the approach of another vehicle and checked her mirror. Much to her relief she saw her Master’s Land Rover. Pulling up next to her, He got out of His vehicle, flicked a spent cigarette stub onto the loose gravel and walked around to her, leaning against her car and smiling broadly.

  “Time to join the aristocracy, Tessa, my girl. Ever been the lady of a mansion before?” He gestured toward the house with a broad sweep of his hand. Following his gesture she found a large, red brick building. The pit of her stomach bubbled as she realized they really were going inside, it wasn’t just a rendezvous site. She found Him studying her reactions in that same calculated way He had over the past year. She sighed as she sadly registered no change in His demeanor—He was still the detached Master, not the open one she had fallen for all those months before.

  Suddenly feeling impatient and sad, she said, “Master, I will follow you anywhere, you know this.”

  “I know. I wouldn’t continue with you if you weren’t my good girl. Anyway, I promised new adventures and here they are. You are ready for new experiences, and this place will become special to you. Its new owner is a lady by the name of Isabella Cavendish and she is a good friend of mine. She has recently lost her husband, and this house was what they always dreamed of owning. But it’s not just a house, it’s a stable as well. Their dream was to breed the highest pedigree horses, and in her last words to him she vowed to see that dream come to fruition. As you know, Tess, I give everything to my friends, and I will be giving her the full services of my company to set this up, as I have already personally negotiated and closed the purchase. You are probably wondering why I’m telling you any of this, but there is a reason. There is always a reason.”

  Tessa studied His smile of stone; He watched her also, like two duelers sizing up one another. Shifting uneasily in her seat, she felt her heart rate rise as He held her gaze just a little longer than was comfortable, the silence becoming just that little bit too deafening.

  “Isabella is only thirty-nine. Imagine what that would be like to lose the love of your life after you’d just planned the perfect future together.”

  Reaching through the open window, He caressed the base of her skull, imperceptibly winding the shorter hairs around His fingers, pulling each strand tighter with every twist. Pulling her head back, He tilted it to one side, leaned in, and kissed her tenderly on the cheek. His hot breath caused her skin to prickle with goose-bumps as he whispered quietly into her ear, “And you, my girl. The use of you is my gift to Isabella, to make her feel better.” As the shock of His words registered He pressed His lips to hers, kissing her deeply, forcefully, her breath halting in her lungs as the sheer passion radiating from Him made her feel dizzy. Her head spun at the thought of what another woman would do with her, to her. Would He be there with her too? Would she ask Him permission? Would she have a safeword? Did she even want to do this? Tessa knew she didn’t have a choice in the matter; if He commanded it, she must follow to the letter. But of course He instinctively knew how she would feel about this.

  Chapter Twelve

  It might not have been something she had spent much time thinking about, as Tessa was undeniably sexually attracted to men. However, she had not hidden from her Master a few events in her life that she now conceded might have been obvious “tells” to where they were now. When she was younger she had been kissed by a girl. Tess had known this particular girl from her job in a local call-center—work she had taken for extra money until she found her dream career. As it happened, many of her colleagues were like her: early twenties, fun-loving, drinking perhaps a little too much than was particularly good for them. The night in question, she and her friend were in a club, flirting with a group of well-heeled men who appeared to be in their early thirties, splashing their cash around and appearing to be a good bet for some free drinks. The conversation was suggestive to say the least, and as one thing led to another, they had bluffed that they would rather kiss each other than any of their suitors. The only issue with this was that Tessa may have been bluffing, but her partner in crime wasn’t.

  Leaning in teasingly, her friend had whispered quietly in her ear, “Just go with it. Their eyes will pop out of their head.” Tessa had giggled drunkenly. She was always open-minded anyway, and her petite friend wasn’t unattractive; what was one kiss in the grand scheme of things? Tilting her head, she displayed her soft, pale throat in invitation. Her friend dipped in and kissed Tessa’s neck slowly and tenderly, sending shivers racing through her. Heat throbbed within her core to an extent she had never thought possible. Closing her eyes, she slipped her hand into her friend’s, needing to feel the response to her actions. Stopping momentarily, her friend whispered once more, “And just so you know, I’m bisexual, and I’ve wanted this moment with you for quite some time.” Tessa had looked into the eyes of her friend, paralyzed. How had she not seen this before? But she was intrigued, and couldn’t deny she enjoyed the feeling of being manipulated into the situation. When her friend moved imperceptibly closer, Tessa held her breath, gazing deep into her eyes, curious as to what it would feel like to kiss a woman. She felt electricity shoot through her as her friend made contact with her lips—soft, pliant. As she opened her mouth, Tessa couldn’t do anything but follow her actions. Closing her eyes once more, she sighed as she felt the girl’s supple tongue explore hers with such gentleness. Responding, Tessa squeezed her hand, shifting her grasp
to clasp her fingers, palm to palm, accepting, needing.

  Sliding her free hand around her friend’s tiny waist, she pulled her closer, reveling in the feeling of such soft warmth writhing against her. It surprised her how different a woman felt in an intimate embrace; men’s bodies were hard, always urgently demanding from her, overpowering strength. While she did like how that felt, her friend stirred a soft compliance within her, a unity toward a mutual pleasure, knowing the other would know exactly how to provide ecstasies to leave the other breathless. She kissed her passionately as they held each other, aching to explore further: an innocence lost and a new awareness gained.

  She didn’t know how long they were lost in each other, but when they finally unlocked from their embrace, the men they had been courting were staring at them agape. Tessa blushed furiously, completely unsure of what she had just done. She had looked back at her friend who was flushed and fixated on her, also speechless. She touched her fingertips to her lips, feeling dizzy—what had just happened? Making a clumsy, stilted excuse, she hurriedly left. Things between Tessa and her friend were never the same after that moment, and it was never spoken about again. Tessa recalled that she wished she had done things differently. Why did she run? Why didn’t she stay and explore what her body had so clearly screamed out to her to try? But she wasn’t one for regrets, and now she was going to be the plaything to her Master and a Dominatrix. The idea excited her more than she cared to admit. Her thoughts were overloaded with forbidden pleasures she was experiencing now and those she was to experience once more. Feeling the urgency deep within her core, she reached up and wrapped her fingers around His forearm, halting His kiss.