Ménage à Tess (The Tess Series)

by Tessa Wanton

  Sitting back down, he crossed his legs and re-lit his cigar. It didn’t matter how good the quality of a cigar was, they did have a nasty habit of going out if they were left untended. Charles considered that he could happily watch this type of performance for hours, and he’d a feeling that although the scene might not last quite that long, there were many more aural and visual delights to come. Watching his hand print develop amongst the redness of her left buttock, he contemplated that he simply couldn’t get enough of hearing his girl’s gasps and moans when she was submitting to him, and there was something equally as delicious watching her submit to another. His Tessa was submitting to Isabella to please him. Yes, she may be enjoying her first true bisexual experience, but her loyalty to him was not in question. There was no doubt that his girl was making him proud today. But despite his pride and calm satisfaction, the tumultuous feelings he’d been trying to keep buried for so many months bubbled to the surface. Charles couldn’t deny his heart. He wanted this woman to be his: to use, to train, to love.

  Chapter Five

  Tessa stared at the Benwa in disbelief. Rational thought eluded her as she mulled over what had just happened. She knew she’d come a long way in regard to tolerating pain, and in some cases, even finding it somewhat pleasurable, but this was way beyond anything she’d ever experienced. The beads hanging just inches from her nose certainly had a bit to do with the experience, but it was still undeniable: She had climaxed through spanking, the skilled spanking from an alluring Lady—and she wanted more. Weak from her orgasm, she lay limp across the table, waiting for the next experience, craving more from the beautiful Woman she had met only a short time before. Then there was her Master. She could see Him watching her, but the curious thing was, although He observed her, she could also see His gaze lingering on Isabella from time to time. They didn’t say anything to each other, but she could see Him watching Her intently and smiling. That disconcerted her; even from subspace she felt uneasy. She didn’t want her Master to have a close bond with anyone but her. But it was no matter. She could tell that He was pleased with her, and she would endure whatever Isabella had in mind, if for no other reason than to make Him proud.

  After a short respite, she felt Isabella wrap her hands around her upper arms and gently coax her to stand up. Tessa was turned around and she looked down into the Blonde’s sultry gaze, shivering as the power of it hit her, every bit as mesmerizing as her Master’s. Isabella held her face between both of Her hands and ran Her thumb across her lower lip, leaning in slowly, and planting an unhurried kiss on her mouth. As Tessa’s eyelids drooped and she moaned softly, she was harshly dragged out of her euphoria when the Domme removed both clamps from her tortured nipples. A scream forced its way from deep within her as the blood rushed back to her sensitive peaks; the burning pain was so excruciating she feared she might pass out. Feeling suddenly light-headed, she tried to concentrate on Isabella’s hands massaging her gently, seeming to ease the pain, hoping the agony would dissipate soon before she lost her senses. Eventually, she slipped into a numb reverie, hardly noticing as Isabella lightly kissed each nipple, pulling her tube dress from her so she was completely naked now but for her stockings, suspender belt and shoes. Unclasping her wrists from behind her back, She led her across the room to a comfortable looking leather chaise lounge, facing her Master. Isabella sat first, and then guided Tessa into her lap, eventually holding her gently in her arms.

  Tessa slumped gratefully against the chest of the petite woman—for one so small, she had a strong, assured hold; she felt safe, cared for, and unbelievably still aroused. Listening to Lady Isabella’s heartbeat was hypnotic, lulling her to the edge of sleep. Eventually she became aware of the low murmuring of voices—Isabella and her Master were deep in conversation.

  “I told you, Charles, she’s a natural to it. She didn’t even flinch toward the end; she was shifting toward my hands, she wanted more. You saw it. Your loss—you can’t say you don’t want to give those beautiful cheeks a good cropping.”

  “You are quite insufferable when you’re right, aren’t you? But you know me—spanking was never my thing; I’ll leave all of that corporal stuff to the experts. If I feel she needs a good spanking I’ll bring her ’round to you and enjoy the show. You do serve up the finest wine around; I don’t see why I’d need to trouble myself if it isn’t necessary.” Tessa saw Him take a large draught of wine and look over at them both. He was the most relaxed she had seen Him in a long time, which should have pleased her, but it didn’t. Instead she felt uneasy, awkward, anxious, and more. Jealous. It wasn’t her bravery today that was making Him happy—her Master was relaxed and happy because of the blonde Domme cradling her like a baby in her arms. They were talking about her, over her head like she was some plaything for the pleasure of them both. Not the precious pet He cared for when it was just them together. Where earlier it was exhilarating, it scorned her now.

  “I will have you kneel for me one day, Isabella Cavendish. Whether you like it or not. You’re not going to have a choice.”

  Tessa snapped sharply out of her daze. Did she really mean so little to Him that he would proposition another right in front of her? She was just His plaything, a fuck toy. Nothing more than a piece of meat for the rich and privileged of the world. Yet she had no choice. She needed Him. She needed the freedom that only He could give her, and she loved Him. Hopelessly. Despite everything that had passed before, He’d never abandoned her, and that must stand for something. She clung desperately to the vain hope that it must mean something. Isabella must have sensed her change in mental state, and slid Her hand along her naked spine and up into the hair at the back of her neck. Grasping through clenched teeth, she turned her head toward Her and looked deep into her eyes.

  “I think our little pet has surfaced sufficiently to carry on, Charles. Maybe it’s your turn to show me how you do your thing?”

  Tessa watched as Isabella flicked her eyes to the side to look at Him, a look of softness and deep emotion blatantly written across her features. Despair gripped her heart tighter as she felt connection with her Master slip away in the powerful Woman’s cerulean stare. She watched helplessly as she saw a smile play across her lips, and then She returned her attention to Tessa.

  “So, my dear, are you ready for a little more?” Leaning in, She kissed her deeply, the soft but firm caress of Her lips tantalizing. Her sensual tongue explored, and Her free hand dipped between her thighs, indicating for her to spread her legs and allow full view of her intimacy for her Master. As she lay further back over the arm of the chair, she didn’t need to look to know when her Master’s hands were on her—her body responded through pure instinct to His touch.

  Chapter Six

  Tessa closed her eyes as she lay prone, exposed to her two tormentors, biting her lip to contain herself. The pleasure was there, but the happiness was not. As Their expert hands moved across her trembling body, she felt her mind slip deeper again. She couldn’t deny how she felt; she needed what They gave her. In every way.

  Despite her reservations of how a woman could Dominate her and stimulate her in the same way that her Master did, Isabella was doing precisely that, and Tessa found Her soft and sensual approach extremely arousing. In a way, despite the obvious gender differences, They appeared very similar. She couldn’t help but to submit to Isabella too. Her head spun as she felt Master slip a finger within her, curling to her G-spot and pressing firmly, causing her to cry out. The next thing she felt was Isabella’s small hand wrapping around her throat, Her nimble fingers expertly pressing into her neck on either side of her windpipe and squeezing just a little.

  “Fuck her, Charles. I’ll hold her steady. I think she’s earned it.” It wasn’t the words that shocked Tessa at this point; it was the fact that her Master didn’t question the order. She felt Him move up between her legs and His hardness slide along her soaked lips, gathering lubrication before He slowly inched into her. It didn’t matter how many times He entered her, the way h
er body stretched to accommodate Him rendered her speechless. The control with which He slowly, deliberately penetrated her was breathtaking. As if being within her was the most delicious pleasure that He had ever experienced. Isabella squeezed her throat as He thrust luxuriantly, every inch of Him registering in every nerve of her body. She felt ecstasy overcome her in waves each time He was completely within her, His body pressed to hers, three bodies sexually entwined and so intimately connected.

  Stopping His leisurely movements, she felt His hands tightly grasp her naked hips, His fingers sinking deep into her flesh, pulling her toward Him, sliding even deeper than was comfortable until she couldn’t help but cry out as He hit her cervix. Isabella released Her grip and gently encouraged her to look down at her Master, motionless, buried in her body. She felt Isabella’s lips brush her earlobe as She whispered low to her.

  “He owns your body and your mind. You can feel him now, he knows you want him to fuck you ragged like a whore, but he won’t because he controls you and everything about you. You are his pet and he will take his pleasure from you however he sees fit.”

  Tessa’s heart hammered in her chest as Master’s eyes bore deep into her. She couldn’t look away; she was mesmerized by those dark eyes, veiled with such sadness. Isabella’s voice in her ear, the movement of Her lips against her flesh was having a completely unexpected effect on her body. Goosebumps pricked every inch of her, her breasts pert and firm, her nipples puckered tightly, just screaming out to be touched.

  “And now you are mine too. How he uses you, I will too. You will bring me pleasure because you know he will be pleased with you. Perhaps you will even come to want to please me one day…because you wish to.”

  A few moments later He was gone, an anguished moan echoing around the room as she was left bereft of her Master. He had not climaxed, and yet He seemed indifferent to her lying there spread on the sofa, desperate to please him. Isabella didn’t seem alarmed by this, almost as if she was expecting it.

  “Charles—be a love and bring me the purple strap-on, will you?”

  Her head was spinning at the thought of what They had planned for her further. She wasn’t sure she could do this, be so intimate with a woman. Could Isabella see the panic starting to rise in her?

  “Hush, Tessa,” She reassured in Her low voice once more as She placed a calming hand over her eyes. Tessa felt her fears float away like balloons in the breeze. There was no denying that Isabella could command her as expertly her Master could, and was She telling Him what to do now too? It seemed strange, Him capitulating without argument. Taking a few moments to enjoy the darkness, she felt Isabella’s hand replaced by a soft material, which was tied into place over her eyes. Such darkness felt familiar to her, safe; she always thought it strange that the loss of her sight could calm her, when really it should have had the opposite effect.

  Helping her onto her knees, Tessa trembled a little as she couldn’t quite gauge where the floor was, or the edge of the sofa, but Isabella helped her into position with her stomach over the arm of the couch, her bottom pointing up into the air. Taking her wrists behind her back, she could feel Isabella binding them with something soft, and didn’t resist. There was something peaceful in constraint.

  “You can go there, Charles. Use your imagination, I know you have one, dear.” Of all the things she had hoped when she had arrived at this house, she had not wished for the thoughts that were now crashing through her mind. Did her Master and Lady Isabella have a relationship in the past? Were They together now? What was she in all of this?

  As suddenly as the thoughts had flashed through her mind, Tessa screamed out loud as she felt something cold, extremely hard, yet incredibly slippery slide deep inside her anus.

  “Such a good girl,” Isabella said as She laughed a low, resonant laugh, the pressure of the plug beginning to abate as she adjusted to the strange feeling within her. It was so cold, yet making her tingle with a fierce arousal. The fact that she needed to come once more began to nag at the edge of her consciousness. She wanted Them to use her, to fill her again. She panted and gasped as the plug began to warm, yet the juices began to flow freshly from her begging pussy once more. Why didn’t They just get on with it?

  She began to moan again with frustration, wriggling her hips as if to hurry their actions, but to no avail. Tears began to well behind her blindfold as she thought she would explode. Then They began.

  Without warning, she felt a gentle pressure at the opening of her pussy, sliding oh so slowly in, the gentleness of the intrusion becoming apparent as the size of the object was bigger than anything she had felt before.

  Oh, God…the strap on.

  But it felt amazing. She knew she wanted this more than anything, and as it slid in deeper and deeper, she eventually felt the soft flesh of Isabella’s body flush against hers, every inch as delicious as she could ever imagine. She pulled out a little and then back in, a languorous, leisurely movement, similar to what her Master had been doing, but the sweet torture was more for her protection as the sheer size of the dildo would have hurt has she not have been so gentle. As she began to lose herself in the sensations, she began to pick up on other things, the soft ridges of the rubber phallus, the way they rubbed inside her, tweaking sensitive spots and making her writhe to feel it once more. They were both writhing in unison, in mutual pleasures. She felt Isabella grasp her bound wrists—reassurance, perhaps—but then She slammed hard into her, making her scream once more.

  As soon as she had opened her mouth, she felt hands in her hair, and her Master’s cock pushed deep down her throat, to silence any sound she would have made. Every single hole was filled tightly; the ribs of the dildo pushed incessantly against the plug within her anus. A climax was building so slowly, relentlessly, and Isabella just kept fucking and fucking her with a steady, mechanical rhythm. Now that He was roughly taking her throat, she was unable to use her tongue or her lips, the ferocity of how hard He was using her mouth for His pleasure. She simply held her mouth open wide, her saliva pooling and spilling over her lips and down her chin, trying to take breath whenever the opportunity arose, her head spinning in a world of pleasure and darkness. Her grip on the red ball tightened.

  Closing her eyes, she let the sensations of these two Dominants wash over her, forcing her through orgasm after orgasm for Their pleasure, her cries of release freed time and again from her throat. Fingers, dildos, hungry mouths, cock, all became blurred in the sensory overload of the moments that came, but none of this mattered anymore. Without any hope of a rekindled connection with her Master, she might just as well be experiencing this by any hand at all. Her addiction to Him, her complete preoccupation with His intentions toward their relationship was starting to eat away at any connection with Johnny that was emerging. It was then that the tiniest seed of an idea started to formulate deep within the recesses of her tortured mind. What if maybe, just maybe, Johnny could become her only Master?

  Chapter Seven

  “Go on, Charles, you’ll be late if you tarry any longer. I’ll clean her up and send her on her way. Don’t worry; she’s safe in my hands.”

  Tessa blinked in disbelief. There it was again, Isabella issuing orders like it was the most natural thing in the world to expect that her Master would just follow them without question. But He was. As Isabella draped a large, heavy woolen blanket across Tessa, Their gazes lingered on each other, gauging reactions and responses, neither looking away. Her heart plummeted further as she watched Him slowly smile, the special smile that she had thought He only smiled for her. She jumped as she felt His hand smoothing her hair, lingering a short while before kissing her on the top of her head and then moving away. This whole situation was unsettling. She felt safe with Isabella, absolutely, but she was so upset that there was obviously a sizzling undercurrent of ‘something’ shared between the Lady and the Master. She had no right to Him exclusively, but she felt insignificant in Isabella’s shadow.

  The silence that followed as He swept
past them and left the room was uneasy. Tessa had been lying exhausted on the sofa whilst Isabella had been tidying away her implements of deviance and humming an unknown tune lightly under her breath. She had been busying herself and pretending not to pay attention to either her or her Master, but Tess knew what She was doing. It was something she had mastered a long time ago—watchful indifference. Isabella had lingered just a few seconds too long on His movements, never quite enough for Him to notice Her actions, but from Tessa’s vantage point, she had clear sight of both of Them. He appeared distracted and deeply thoughtful, not seeming to pay attention to either of them much, except for the occasional glance to check that she was all right and then a smile to the Lady when they actually did make eye contact. Everyone seemed to have a purpose for a few minutes. Isabella was tidying, Master was straightening Himself up, Tessa was draped in what should have been a blissful state of sexual and mental exhaustion. Both Dominants protecting her, ensuring her slow return to the real world.

  But when He had gone Tessa felt a hole left in her heart, and she sensed that Isabella felt exactly the same way. Tidying the last item away, Isabella topped up both of their glasses, champagne and Rioja alike, and sat beside her on the sofa, gently resting Her hand on Tessa’s shoulder. The gesture caught her by surprise. It felt so natural to be touched in this way; it was completely reassuring and made her feel safe too. The painful aching gap left by her Master was being slowly filled in by the care of another.