Ménage à Tess (The Tess Series)

by Tessa Wanton

  The door opened suddenly and startled her. She dared herself to meet Isabella eye to eye. What she saw was a mirror of the two men in her life. Pale, drawn, dark circles clearly indicating a lack of sleep, but was this all for her? Or was it a combination of things? She was quite clearly as shocked to see her as Tessa was that she was standing there. In fact, she had no idea why she was there. What was she hoping to gain?

  “Tessa—my dear, you…look…” Isabella looked at Tessa’s battered face. What the hell was she doing here? Silent tears welled up and spilled down her cheeks, the salt stinging her healing wounds, a cruel reminder of the last time she had walked through this door. Tessa didn’t know whether to run or to fall into Izzy’s arms. But it wasn’t long before the decision was made for her. Isabella stepped out and wrapped her arms gently around her, carefully holding her, as the sobs, which had been suppressed for so long, began to rack her body. Everything that she’d bottled up came flooding out, yet she focused on the cool breeze blowing the dead leaves around her feet. Desperately she grasped at anything to stem the flow, to save face, to not look as weak and pathetic as she felt right now. Pulling away from their embrace, Isabella didn’t remove her arms completely, but kept her hand around her waist, gently dabbing the tracks of her tears with her thumb.

  “It’s okay, it’s really okay. Come inside, let me make you a cup of tea. We can talk. I assume that’s why you’re here, little one?” Isabella’s voice was as soft as caramel, a soothing balm. Tessa remembered why she was here. She wanted Izzy to make her feel again, she needed to re-connect with her emotions, the very stuff that made her who she was. These last few weeks she’d been lost. She’d lost the very essence of who she was. She’d been trying for so long to please everyone, and control things to get the outcome she thought best, that she no longer knew right from wrong. She needed the perspective of an outsider, but someone she trusted. And someone who’d seen what had happened to her.

  “Thank you, Izzy.” Her voice cracked. Isabella nodded and ushered her inside to the lounge, invited her to sit on the soft couch, and promised to return shortly with tea. Tessa felt a little calmer now; it felt right to be here, she was hopeful for the first time in a long time. There had been an idea forming in her mind for a long while now, but she needed to bounce it on someone else, and as the idea could involve Izzy, then it would only be fair to have her opinion. In fact, the decision to go ahead with this may depend entirely on Izzy’s consent.

  Returning with a tray of tea and biscuits, Isabella laid the teapot and cups on the table in front of them and left the tea to stand for a short while.

  “I know it’ll never be enough, but I am so sorry for what happened to you. I wish I could have done something, seen…what was going on…I should have seen, Tessa. I consider myself experienced, especially with new submissives, yet I didn’t see. It’s been racking me with guilt ever since that night. I should’ve taken care of you as if you were my own. I am surprised at Charles too. I still cannot understand, he is more experienced than I am, and yet he missed your distress so naively. I simply cannot fathom it. So unlike him…” She looked away and poured two cups of tea, added a little milk and handed one to Tessa.

  Thinking on it for a few moments, Tessa responded in a quiet voice. “It doesn’t matter now, Izzy. Fact is, it did. The two men I loved most in my life destroyed my trust, and I’ve spent so long trying to figure out why they did it that I’ve lost my mind. So I’ve given up trying to understand and now it’s time to rebuild my life. I can’t carry on like this. Johnny…It’s hit him the hardest, I think. I should never have pushed him to be Dominant in any way, it’s not who he is. I selfishly wanted him to be something he’s not. That is my fault alone. Then there’s Master. Since He left his wife…things between us have never been the same. The connection we once shared simply doesn’t exist anymore and the loss of it is so painful. I don’t know whether I should cut my losses and move on…and this is where I have to ask something of you, Izzy. I know it is strange, but…would you look after Master when I am gone? If I end it with Him? I don’t know if I can, but…I don’t think I can submit to Him anymore. Without trust, there is no submission.”

  Isabella looked as though Tessa had slapped her in the face.

  “Charles…? You want me to look after him? I don’t understand!”

  “You said you loved Him once, Izzy. He needs to be loved. I can’t give Him that. If Johnny is to be my future, I have to push away the things that I selfishly want. But I can’t do it if I don’t know that He’ll be loved.”

  “I can’t promise that, Tessa. Really, I can’t.”

  “But you can. You already love Him. And I see the way He looks at you. He has never looked at me like that.” Her Master had indeed never looked at her with the respect and love that she’d seen Him give to Isabella each and every time they had been together. She would never be enough for Him. Isabella would.

  “It’s not as simple as that, dear Tessa. I may love him, in my own way, but he will never feel that way about me. He never has. There’s always been someone else in his life since I met him, but…I will do as you ask. I will love him in any way that I can. We won’t be together, but I will care for him. But please, don’t sever ties. You don’t need to do that. You know that you can love and have BDSM in your life as well, you just need to find the right balance, and I can help you with that. I can guide Johnny too—not towards being Dominant, we both know that’s not the right thing for him—but to understand, to live with who you are, and what you need. Just think on it Tessa, you can have what you crave…”

  “Izzy…you are beyond kind to me, can you really help me as you say? I need so desperately to feel again.” Looking up into Isabella’s eyes, she saw the lust she’d seen before, all those weeks ago. She felt beautiful again; Izzy was looking past the ugliness of the superficial wounds and looking into her soul.

  “It would be my pleasure, little one. I will give whatever you need.”

  Chapter Five

  Isabella took her hand and stood, wordlessly indicating for her to come with her. Leading her from the lounge, hand in hand, she guided her upstairs to the master bedroom. An imposing, huge four-poster bed stood against the far wall, and a chaise lounge filled the bay window. Tessa was speechless, for Izzy was bringing her into her most deeply personal space, and it was perfect. She felt loved. Stopping in front of her, Isabella brushed an errant curl from Tessa’s cheek. Slipping her fingers into her hair she gently held her head still, leaning in to kiss her. As Isabella’s soft lips met hers, she sighed, the worries and cares of her world fading away like they never existed. The familiar warmth of arousal spread throughout her. The drought of her desire was finally lifting.

  Tessa crushed her lips against Isabella’s, the submissive side of her straining to stop, to wait to see what her Dominant desired, but this time, she felt different. She wanted control of this. The last time she’d been with another, it was as a submissive to three Dominants, and now she wanted the control back. She wanted this beautiful woman on her knees, for her. She wanted to know what it felt like to be the one in control. Tears began to fall again, soaking her cheeks, mingling with their kiss. Izzy pulled back sharply.

  “What’s the matter, Tess? Do you want to stop?”

  “No. Not at all, quite the opposite, but…I want to be in control. I want…”

  “To be the Dominant one, yes?”

  “Yes…but I know you’re a Domme…” She sighed heavily. This wasn’t going to happen.

  “Tessa, I am preferentially a Domme, yes, but I switch for the right person. I will give this to you. Today, right here, if this is what you want, you will be in control.”

  Stunned, Tessa blinked away her tears. Would she really submit to her? It was clear she meant it, wholeheartedly. The feeling of triumph shot through her like a lightning bolt fizzing in every fiber of her being. This moment was a turning point. If she was never to engage in another BDSM scene ever again, she wanted memories of h
appiness, of control, not despair and terror.

  “Thank you, Izzy. You have no idea how much this means to me. I doubt I’ll be a very good Domme, but I…want to have a choice in what we do. No pain, I don’t think I could do that, but…”

  “Stop. You’re over-thinking. This is your first time doing anything like this. I will guide you, and as you say there will be no pain, but, do what you feel here—” Isabella placed her hand over Tessa’s heart. She could feel the quickened thump in response to her touch and the thoughts now racing through her mind. She also considered that this would also not be missed by the lady either.

  “Toys. I want toys,” she said. The type of torture that Tessa had in mind flickered back to the first few times she had met her Master. The times she was happiest, when everything seemed so simple. Moments where she lived for the ‘here and now’, having nothing to feel but the sensations overcoming her, new experiences and feelings that she’d never even imagined were possible.

  Isabella’s expression didn’t change; Tessa thought that perhaps she would refuse. Instead, she calmly walked to a huge chest of drawers in the corner and slowly slid each of the top three drawers open. Tessa couldn’t believe her eyes. Toys, it seemed, the good lady had plenty of. Her eyes were drawn straight away to four black leather cuffs neatly stacked in one of the drawers. A lump formed in her throat as she thought back to the significance of her own leather cuffs. It seemed right that that would be a good place to start. They also had the same D-ring attachments too, and as she looked back over to the four-poster bed, she knew exactly how she wanted Isabella for her part in all of this. Taking the supple leather cuffs from the drawer, she took Isabella’s wrists in turn and buckled them in place. The atmosphere in the room had changed significantly—Isabella had dropped her eyes and was quietly standing still, only moving when Tessa took her wrists. The clarity that she felt now was quite something special. Her senses appeared heightened as she closely watched Isabella’s reactions. Definitely time to remove some clothing, she thought.

  Carefully reaching out to the top button on Izzy’s blouse, Tessa popped it free, following each button as she moved down, pulling the blouse out of her casual pants. Slipping it off her shoulders, she wrapped her arms around the older woman, kissing her gently on the neck, nibbling and caressing down her neck to where it met her shoulder. Biting a little harder, Tessa thought she heard Izzy moan, a sound that coursed through her, a wildfire of desire. The urge to bite down hard was incredible. Instead, she quickly moved her hands up to the lady’s bra fastening and undid it, pulling it away so that Isabella was topless. She had such beautiful breasts, large and full; they almost seemed too large for her petite frame. Continuing her trail of kisses, Tessa moved down her body, cupping Izzy’s breasts more roughly than she thought she was capable, and reveling in how hard her deep red nipples had become. She had to taste them. Taking one between her lips, she sucked hard, another groan coming from Isabella, spurring her on to rougher treatment, and once more she nibbled and grazed her teeth over the sensitive flesh. Izzy’s breasts felt like velvet on Tessa’s bruised cheeks; never before had she considered that a woman’s body held so much appeal to her. Even after the two times she had been with Izzy previously, this time felt different. There was a close bond forming between them and this would be the defining moment. Passing her attention to the other breast, her hands wandered to remove Isabella’s pants, unzipping them and pulling them down, along with her panties, to pool at her feet. Giving the nipple one last hard suck, Tessa dropped to her knees and deftly secured the last two cuffs to Izzy’s ankles, then stood once more.

  “Step out of your clothes and lie on your back on the bed. You will close your eyes and wait for me to join you.” Tessa said as she watched Isabella obediently cross the room and take her position in the center of the bed. Waiting for her to close her eyes, Tessa hurriedly returned to the toy drawers and tried to decide which items to use. It was like a treasure trove in there, so many options and implements. God only knew what she would choose. And then she saw just what she needed.

  Chapter Six

  “Anything I do today is entirely for your pleasure,” Tessa said to Isabella, who was still prostrate and prone on the bed. “I derive my pleasure from seeing you happy. If at any time you want to stop, just say so. Your safeword is ‘crimson’ because it’s simple, and I think, perhaps, a new take on the old ‘red’, don’t you think?” and she tried to laugh lightheartedly, but was shocked at how demonic the sound was that came from her throat. However, she noted with pleasure that Isabella’s whole body pricked with goose bumps. Words and sounds can have such an impact on a submissive. As much as she knew that herself, it was utterly fascinating to see it in action from another perspective.

  Drawing both of Isabella’s wrists above her head, Tessa tied each in turn to a bedpost, leaving a long trailing piece of rope at each wrist. There was a little movement for her if she thrashed, but not a great deal. It was perfect. Then she took one of Isabella’s ankles and lifted her leg upwards, attaching the trailing rope to the ankle D-ring. Pulling the rope hard back up toward the corresponding wrist, it had the effect of spreading Isabella’s leg up and outwards, looping the rope back through the wrist D-ring and then tying the remainder off on the same bedpost as her wrist. This limited the movements she could make considerably now. She repeated this with her other leg, and the result was enticing to say the least. Tessa was quite pleased with herself. It was messy, but it didn’t matter.

  “You can open your eyes now, dear lady,” she uttered, and grinned broadly as she watched Isabella testing her bonds, wriggling to see if there was any movement available to her, and then realizing just how exposed she was. Her pussy so open and available to anything Tessa wished to do.

  “So. There were a number of wonderful toys I spied when I had the opportunity to peruse your wares. Perhaps I should repeat something we’ve already done…but this time I get to control it.”

  Tessa alighted the bed and dropped to all fours between Isabella’s legs. She’d had many memories of the oral sex she’d given to Izzy that night, and she couldn’t deny she had enjoyed it. Looking up into Isabella’s eyes, Tessa ran a finger along the length of her quite clearly swollen lips. Izzy was wet. Very wet. For a first-time Domme, she was doing well. She was, perhaps, simply re-enacting what her Master had done to her, just with different circumstances. Isabella was visibly panting; she’d screwed her eyes shut and had stopped struggling against her bondage. Taking the opportunity for surprise, Tessa dipped her head and blew gently on Izzy’s quivering sex. She let out a plaintive moan as if to say ‘get on with it’, but of course she would rue the speed of that first orgasm. There would be many, many more afterward, and by that point she would be begging for them to stop. The sadistic pleasure that Tessa was taking from this scenario continued to surprise her but it was undeniably thrilling. Perhaps she was a switch too? Maybe she could find the relief she needed through being a Domme to Johnny instead of his sub? A question for another time perhaps, but the thought was tantalizing for sure. Kissing the insides of Izzy’s toned thighs, Tessa mused over how good horse riding must be for the thighs and buttocks, as Isabella’s figure was simply stunning as a result.

  Reaching for the butt plug and lube, she continued to tease Izzy, kissing and licking everywhere but her dripping, wanton pussy. Quickly lubing up the plug, she set it aside for a few moments whilst she gave Isabella just what she was whimpering to receive. Using the flat of her tongue, she slowly, tortuously dragged it the entire length of Izzy’s slick lips, eliciting a loud, throaty moan of pleasure. Neatly parting them with a finger, she held them open, allowing her a wonderful view. She wanted to take her time worshiping this beautiful woman, tease her, pleasure her, send her to heights of ecstasy and know that she was the one with the power. Leaning in once more she breathed in her muskiness, a heady scent that flung her thoughts scrambling with lust. Momentarily losing her senses, Tessa buried her face between Isabella’s legs, k
issing, nipping whatever flesh she came into contact with, soft, heated, dripping flesh. Digging her fingers into Isabella’s thighs, Tessa held her still whilst she licked incessantly, feeling the rise of Izzy’s climax as she tried to move her hips to meet each lick. Seizing the opportunity, Tessa grabbed the butt plug and then bit down hard on Izzy’s clit, causing her to arch her back and howl like a banshee. Just as the echo of her cry disappeared, Tessa inserted the butt plug in one swift movement. Looking up to gauge Isabella’s reaction, she watched as the woman’s entire body shuddered in a powerful orgasm. Her fists clenched, her arms, breasts and legs quivered as she was consumed by it.

  Tessa watched, wide-eyed and breathless. She wanted more.

  Crawling up beside Izzy, she brushed the hair from her forehead.

  “Good girl…such a good girl. But I think that was such a wonderful show I want to see you come again…and again…and again… you think you may enjoy that?”

  The look that Isabella gave her was a mixture of unease and elation. It always did surprise Tessa how forced orgasms pleased and horrified her; it was good to know she wasn’t alone in those feelings. Running her hands over Isabella’s sweat-sheened body, she delighted in the way goose bumps followed the trail of her fingers. The power she felt was intoxicating. Maybe she would never do this ever again, but she was going to make the most of the present situation. Plugging in the Magic Wand, she waved it nonchalantly at Isabella.