Ménage à Tess (The Tess Series)
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“Low to start off with, eh, Izzy?” he quipped and looked sideways at the now stern-faced lady to his left.
“Oh, yes, darling, wouldn’t want her to slip over the edge quite yet.”
As Johnny’s mind spun madly, searching for answers, Master Charles pushed a button on what Johnny now figured must be a remote control. Tessa let out a wail of pure need, a sound he had never thought a human could make, let alone the love of his life. It really was all too much for him; he continued to fight the urge to run, but a disturbing new urge was forming. One to push away both of the Dominants who had been crawling over his girl, and take her himself. There and then. On the kitchen floor—whether she wanted to or not.
Chapter Four
Charles chuckled inwardly as he watched the decidedly pale Johnny fight with himself. All sorts of emotions crashed over his face in rapid succession, but a quick glance down betrayed the fact that most of those emotions were focused in one particular direction. In all honesty, Charles was surprised he hadn’t made an excuse and not turned up at all; but here he was, and it seemed he was going to be no trouble. In fact, Charles had a feeling he could be quite pliable after all. His Tessa was a delight once more. He had worried that with Johnny in attendance, she might freeze up, or struggle against what he wanted them to do; but judging by their little warm-up, there would be no problems there either. Satisfied it was time to move on, Charles gave out his orders.
“Johnny—be a good man and grab the beers and champagne, would you? I think it’s time we moved to the stables.”
Sliding his hand protectively around Tessa’s waist, he didn’t wait to acknowledge that she was ready, and led her outside. She shifted her body so she huddled protectively against him, but didn’t utter a word. Moving more slowly than usual, he surmised the buzzing intrusion deliriously torturing deep inside her was having its desired effect. Tessa, in this heightened state of arousal, was always open to pretty much anything he suggested, and she was also at the edge of her subspace. Not fully there yet, but she would be very soon.
Crossing the courtyard and entering the stables, he led her into the stall with the saddle block, indicating for her to lie on her front and to position her limbs along the legs. He quickly knelt at each anchor point and fastened her wrists and ankles tightly, with very little room for maneuver, and then he pulled her still damp panties from his pocket. Slipping the tie from his neck and loosening his collar, he addressed her.
“Open wide, Tessa,” he stated, and as she did, he pushed her panties into her mouth, securing them in place with his tie, creating a makeshift gag. He stroked her hair tenderly, placing her red ball in her hand.
He sighed contentedly to himself as he realized they had a moment alone together, and he ached to shut the others out permanently—to have her all to himself. Her hair fell softly in flame ringlets, and he wrapped and twisted them around his fingers, murmuring how proud he was of her, his Tessa, his beautiful girl.
But such peace couldn’t last long; it wasn’t to be. As he heard Isabella speaking softly to Johnny, he leaned closer to Tessa and whispered in her ear, “Be brave for me, my girl—I promise you will enjoy what we have in store for you today, and don’t forget I am watching over you. I’m always watching over you.”
Hearing the door scrape open, he turned and nodded to Isabella, who quietly led Johnny to a seat at the left of the “scene” stall, and indicated for him to sit. Charles noted with interest that the boy wasn’t shaking any more, but was tightly grasping another beer. Number four, or is it five? He certainly was attempting to drown his fears. Johnny wasn’t ready for this. Charles considered again that this whole thing was madness. He should stop it, but looking down at his girl he remembered she had asked for this—no, begged for it. What lessons could she learn without him showing her how foolish this whole thing was? Or perhaps he was wrong. He wanted to be proven wrong, but over the years he had learned to trust his instincts, and something was not sitting well with him. A niggling doubt—a worry that just wouldn’t go away.
“She is ready.” He reluctantly withdrew, dragging his fingertips down the length of her spine and over her corset, noting with satisfaction the trail of goose bumps he left behind. Retrieving a bottle of beer for himself, he propped himself lazily across the stall from Johnny, with the ladies in between them. He wanted to be able to keep a clear eye on all three participants. For whether Johnny realized it or not, he was indeed a participant.
Isabella produced a large paddle. Charles knew it looked a lot more frightening than it actually was, and she wouldn’t use it with any great force. Tess was new to spanking as it was, but it would serve the purpose of show for the boy. Isabella moved to show Tessa the paddle, then leaned down and muttered something inaudible in her ear. No doubt, “make me proud,” or some other such soothing words. Charles took a swig of his beer and shuffled uneasily. He really couldn’t shake that niggling feeling in the back of his mind.
Thud.
Isabella landed the first blow on Tessa’s behind, and she responded with a low, muffled grunt.
Oh, my—it seems my girl likes that thuddy feeling! Charles relaxed and watched the paddle beat her full cheeks, turning them a deep uniform pink. Tessa’s writhing and squirming was wonderful to watch, as she arched her back after each blow. An anguished, stifled moan escaped her. After a few minutes Isabella stopped momentarily, rubbing the fiery flesh, speaking quietly to Tessa again. Casually resting his hand in his jacket pocket, he smiled as his fingers brushed the remote control to the egg still buried deep inside Tessa. It was on the lowest setting. There were seven settings; Charles considered perhaps level three might prove appropriate. A large smile formed on his lips as Tessa’s loud moan filled the stables. Isabella looked sideways at him, narrowing her eyes in question, but he simply shrugged, turned his eyes back to Tessa, and drank some more beer.
Thinking it might now be a good idea to check on Johnny, he slipped the remote back in his pocket and moved across the stall. He squeezed Johnny’s shoulder. “Well, my boy, enjoying the show?”
Johnny rolled his empty bottle in his hand, looking like he was having a tough time deciding whether to reach for another one, and half nodded his head in response to Charles’ question. His eyes were locked on the ladies in the middle of the stable. Charles would wager the boy had never seen Tessa react to stimuli like he had seen today. She was always so poised, so careful about her outward appearance in everyday life, but in this place, under their Domination, the true woman emerged. It had to be a shock to poor Johnny, but he was also intrigued that he appeared to be battling with other demons inside him. He wasn’t just fixating on the ladies, but also turning inward from time to time. Interesting. Was the boy wanting to join in? Charles smiled even more broadly now. Another person for him to play with. The gears turned as he considered the possibilities with the two of them. Time to step things up a notch.
Chapter Five
“Up you get, Johnny, it’s time we had some fun.” Watching fear and primal need spread across his face was almost as pleasurable as watching the same reaction in Tessa. Moving up toward Tessa’s head, he reached down and wove his fingers tightly in her hair, lifting her head sharply and looking into her beautiful, glassy eyes. “You’re such a good girl. Do you think it’s time you deserved to come, my dear?” As he tipped his head in query he felt his shaft thicken further in response to the low moan with which she tried to plead her assent.
“Hmm, Johnny, what do you think?” Charles glanced at the ashen man to find his eyes locked on hers, and she was looking straight back at him. That same look he had seen from her before. It wasn’t subspace, it was something else.
Sighing, he continued. “Izzy, darling, as our boy seems to have been struck dumb, I think we shall have to make the executive decision. Would you do the honor of the first climax?”
As she made to reply, Johnny said firmly, “No—I’ll do that,” and moved between Tessa’s legs, pushing Isabella out of the way.
“Give me a moment to get out of these things.”
Turning back to Tessa, Charles untied the gag and retrieved the panties from her mouth. Leaning next to her ear, he whispered, “Make me proud,” and retired to the side to watch.
Isabella was now naked from the waist down except for the boots, but the long jacket gave the effect of wearing a dress that was just a tad too short. She certainly was a beautiful woman. As she sat on the chair, she leaned back and offered her sodden sex to Tessa. Much to his delight, she immediately darted her tongue in between Isabella’s swollen folds, eliciting an intense moan of pleasure from the lady. A painful throb struck as he watched the delicious show. He really could never get enough of watching two women expertly pleasing each other. Tessa ran the tip of her tongue slowly over Isabella’s clitoris, flicking and lapping at her, straining to reach deeper in between her legs. His girl certainly made him proud as she sucked each of her labia into her mouth, nuzzling her nose under the clitoral hood, French kissing Isabella’s pussy for all she was worth.
Tearing his focus away from the mesmerizing scene, he found the boy had knelt down between Tessa’s legs and used both hands to spread her wide. He certainly knew his way around his girl, and the first lick he imparted completely threw Tessa from her task. Chuckling, he glanced over at Isabella, who looked most annoyed and entwined her fingers in Tessa’s locks. As all three of them continued their melee of lust, Charles crept over to a small wooden box Isabella had placed there earlier. Opening the lid, he saw the perfect item to spice things up. He selected it and a tube of lube, then returned to where Johnny was slowly torturing Tess with his tongue. Administering long, slow licks from clitoris up to her anus, every so often he dipped inside her tight hole, but did as he had been told. There was definite promise in him, yet.
His girl definitely wasn’t close to coming quite yet—possibly it was the torturous licking from her boyfriend, or maybe the amount of diligence she was paying to pleasuring Isabella, but she wasn’t quite there. Watching the girl’s technique, considering she was very new to all of this, he was quite impressed. A complete natural. She was sucking and nibbling Isabella’s clitoris to such an extent that it had swelled proudly from beneath its fleshy hood, and she was now arched over the back of the chair, head thrown back and panting heavily. Tessa wouldn’t stop, though, and although Tess wasn’t close, Isabella was. It would only be fair to help a little. So he quickly lubed up the little butt plug he’d found and pushed it into her with one swift movement. Johnny stopped in surprise, Tessa let out a moaning howl muffled by the lady’s pussy, and Isabella gave a guttural scream as the first orgasm of the session was taken. Charles’ grin was absolutely huge. Sometimes you simply could not leave everything to the amateurs.
Looking back at Johnny’s glistening face, Charles gently moved him out of the way, one hand on the egg’s remote. With the other, he reached for Tessa’s clitoris, which was large and swollen like Isabella’s. Gesturing for Isabella to hold Tessa’s face tightly against her post-orgasmic pussy, he scooped a little lube from the visible end of the butt plug and slathered it over her engorged nub, rubbing in lazy circles while looking down his nose at Johnny. As her body began to react, he flicked the egg up two more notches and pinched her gently, pulling the distended flesh and rolling it between his fingertips. Her breathing became ragged as he pulled with insistence, until eventually her body shuddered and a low moan drifted past her lips. As Isabella released her head, it lolled to the right of the saddle block, hanging limply, her chest heaving as she tried to regain her breath.
“…and that’s how you force an orgasm without penetration,” he stated to no one in particular.
Smiling at Johnny, he noted with a certain satisfaction that the young chap looked annoyed. He supposed he might have cause after putting all that hard work in, but Charles had grown bored, and Tessa was definitely reveling in his attention too much. The boy could string that sort of activity out at home as much as he wanted, but here, he was in charge. Johnny had sloped off to get another beer, and Isabella was now stroking Tessa’s hair and gliding her fingertips over her naked back and arms, slowly undoing her corset, making breathing a little easier. Making eye contact with Isabella once more, he nodded and she dropped her hands to the bonds on the block, nimbly unfastening them whilst leaving the cuffs on her. Sliding his arm around her waist, he helped her up and turned her to stand facing him. Looking into her eyes, he noted with satisfaction that she was now lost in her own world. Her eyes were unfocused, her limbs like jelly, her breathing slow and deep, and every muscle in her body was so relaxed it was a miracle she could stay upright. Cupping her face, he leaned toward her and licked her cheek in a long, sensuous movement, tasting Isabella on her skin. Unclasping the front of her corset, he slipped it from her and threw it into the corner. He looked to Isabella as he continued to lick Tessa. She was watching them with hooded eyes, her cheeks flushed, knowing every pore of his tongue was filled with the essence of her. Moving down to kiss her neck, he caught sight of Johnny now paying attention. Ah, he couldn’t resist goading the boy just a little more.
Pressing down on Tessa’s shoulders, he quickly forced her to her knees, unzipped himself and pushed his leaking cock into her pliant mouth. He roughly moved her back and forth on him, her gurgling and gagging loud in the otherwise silent stall. Johnny looked horrified while Charles kept his face devoid of all emotion. He knew how much Tess could take, and she certainly wasn’t at her limit yet. She didn’t struggle or move, but flicked her tongue along his shaft, caressing him, sucking him as hard as he was fucking her. Her attentiveness was wonderful; he had missed how she showed her devotion to him much more than he would care to admit.
He tried desperately to hold off his release for just a little longer, to savor every touch of her lips and tongue as they embraced him. Such was her skill that within seconds he plunged himself deep into her throat, closed his eyes and emptied himself into her with a quiet groan. She swallowed and diligently licked him clean as he pulled away, making sure not a drop was left on his shaft or his testicles. Her tender attentions made him almost hard again, so he tucked himself back into his trousers before he could be tempted to further delights. Dropping to one knee in front of her, he stroked her cheek, checking her once more. With unfocused eyes she attempted to concentrate on his, breathing returning to normal, but her chest betrayed the flush of arousal.
She was a glorious submissive. Whatever her flaws were, he didn’t care. After all of this multiple partner business was over, he promised himself they would never do it again. Any future encounters would solely be the two of them alone. No distractions, no others who didn’t know her like he did.
Glancing sideways at Isabella, he motioned for her to deal with Johnny. He had to turn the tables here somehow—make Tessa wish she’d never had this crazy thought of the boy Dominating her, and certainly to remove her from Isabella’s charms, but that was a much easier task. She was his. He knew in his soul he would stop at nothing now to change this situation, to make her his, permanently.
An idea came to mind. He knew how he would do it. And he would do it tonight.
Chapter Six
Johnny fumed as he stood glaring at the old man. Was he supposed to be joining in, learning, or just being made fun of and shown how inadequate he was? He was doing perfectly fine at bringing Tessa to climax; he had done it many times before. He didn’t need to be shamed like that. It would have been less obvious if the old man had simply lifted his leg and pissed all over her to make damn sure his territory was marked. He knew full w
ell he was a novice to any of this BDSM crap. How dare this jerk sideline him with his own girlfriend?
Drinking an entire bottle of beer in one long guzzle, he tried to get himself under control. The urge to just leave and drag Tessa with him was agonizing, but he knew if he did that, it could damage his relationship with her—perhaps irrevocably. His eyes bored into Charles, whose smugness was grating more harshly with each passing second.
Charles seemed to sense the tension after a while. “My apologies for getting carried away there. We’re supposed to be putting into practice how Domination works, aren’t we? I will step back for a while. I take it you’re open to instruction?”
Johnny nodded carefully—he still wasn’t entirely sure what he was letting himself in for, and he certainly couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being manipulated. But this was for Tess, and he’d promised to go along with it.
“Have you ever tried a bit of rope? She likes rope; Isabella is the true expert in this—perhaps she can show you a nice, simple arm bind?”
Continuing to watch him warily, he edged his way toward Tessa, leaving the empty beer bottle behind and wavering slightly. Perhaps he’d had too much to drink. No matter, he’d be fine. It was only kinky sex, after all. This play-acting and posturing was all just for show.
Isabella moved behind Tessa, who was standing quietly in the middle of the stalls, seemingly oblivious to the conversation going on. Her reaction to all of this was just plain weird, and her spaced-out expression really unnerved him. What was going on with her? Had they drugged her without him noticing? Shivering at the thought, he quickly pushed that notion away. Moving to stand next to Isabella, he watched with interest as she unfurled a long coil of rope, working out the center of it by matching the length of the tails.