by M. A. Ellis
“What. The. Fuck!”
Smith leaned to his left to glance around Kelsey’s naked torso. Once she’d caught her breath, instead of cuddling she had rolled him to his back and straddled him. Just to talk, she’d said. But when she’d leaned over and brushed her breasts against his abs then stuck out her bound wrists, Smith had given up and untied her. He was pretty sure they were done with Chris, at least from a hands-on standpoint. All he had to do was tell the man standing in the doorway that.
“I can’t leave you alone for ten minutes without you giving in to her begging? Oh my freakin’ god. That is pathetic. You get off him right now, Kelsey.” Chris walked up to the ottoman and gave them a scowl.
His look was so parental Smith burst out laughing. Which made Kelsey’s naked breasts bounce in a delightful way that he no longer felt like sharing with the general populace. He sat up, holding Kelsey on his upper thighs, and snagged his shirt from the couch. His wife ignored Chris and traced a serpentine pattern from the center of Smith’s chest toward his cock, which had suddenly gone limp. He pulled his shirt over Kelsey’s head and she huffed but didn’t move to put her arms in the sleeves.
Chris opened his mouth, no doubt ready to offer a second reprimand, when the front door burst open.
“Hey, girlfriend! I got your message and thought something might be wrong.”
Smith stared open-mouthed at the brunette who stood eight feet away. He turned his body for a better look, glancing at Kelsey in the process. Her mouth was parted, a look of sheer panic etching her beautiful face.
“Whoa,” the woman said, her fuchsia-tinted lips curving in a sexy smile. “Maybe I overreacted.”
Smith looked at the tight white shirt that was cinched above her navel and its accompanying short plaid skirt. He pretended not to notice the fire-engine-red bra that was peeking through the straining button at her breasts. Overreacted? Or overacting? She was something out of Girls Gone Wild, gone bad.
“Bella,” Kelsey gasped. “I— What— It’s not time—”
“Shhhh.” She walked up to them and placed her finger against Kelsey’s mouth. “It’s okay. I’m not mad that you started without me.” She turned her attention to him and the hair on the back of Smith’s neck stood up on end. “I’m sure we can make up for lost time.”
Smith stared at her. What the hell was going on?
Her finger slid downward, over Kelsey’s still gaping mouth until she reached his wife’s chin. She took it in a firm grip and lowered her mouth. His gaze darted back and forth between the women, his heart beating faster as her mouth got closer and closer to Kelsey. And then they were melded together. Some strange woman with a schoolgirl fetish and his adorable wife. He felt Kelsey’s body tense and for second he thought it was from pleasure. Until she started struggling to get her hands up and through the armholes of the shirt. She leaned backward, away from Bella, but the crazy woman followed her. Keeping their mouths locked together with a hand behind Kelsey’s head.
Bella lifted her knee but Smith grabbed it before she could throw it over his body. It didn’t take a genius to realize she planned on sliding between him and Kelsey, who had scooted her way back up his body. He exerted enough pressure to push her leg down but kept his hand above her kneecap and squeezed a little harder. He wrapped his other hand around Kelsey’s hip to settle her.
She broke the kiss and turned back toward Smith, giving him a what-the-fuck look.
“Kelsey, who is this?” he asked, keeping his eyes on the other woman. He hadn’t meant to sound menacing, but he knew he did.
“I’m Bella,” she replied, sticking out her hand. When he didn’t offer one of his own she reached out and trailed a fingernail over his bare shoulder and down his collarbone. He grabbed her wrist before she could move any lower. His periphery picked up on Chris moving closer. He didn’t need any help. He just needed explanations.
“Bella who?” Smith asked, pinning her with a cool stare.
“Bella,” she said, yanking her hand away and stacking her fists on her hips. “The third party of your threesome,” she said in a tone used for the not so bright.
Smith looked disbelievingly at Kelsey. “You arranged for an extra woman?”
She bit her lip but wouldn’t meet his eyes. She looked at Bella instead. “I did,” Kelsey whispered.
He let out an exasperated sigh. What a fuckin’ day. “Sugar, is this another one of your fantasies—”
“Not really—”
“’Cause it sure as hell isn’t one of mine,” he said, grabbing her hands and bringing them to his lips.
“Oh, give me a break,” Bella muttered.
“Quiet.” Chris yelled the command and Smith watched the change in the woman’s demeanor. The sparkling brightness that entered her eyes.
“I’m sorry, Smith.” Kelsey touched his chest. “I didn’t know you were going to do any of this, and I wanted to try and spice stuff up on my own and the magazines—”
“You know what?” Smith said. “We’re gonna use those fuckin’ things as starters for bonfires. You’re all the woman I can handle at the moment.” He pulled her into his arms, kissed her soundly and then turned toward the woman.
“No offense.”
“Right,” she said in a petulant voice, plopping down on the couch. She crossed her legs and he got a full beaver shot. He sat straight up and tried to figure out how he was going to reach his jeans. Kelsey’s new friend looked as if she was settling in for a talkfest that he wanted no part of. He and his wife had better things to do.
“I’ve gotta tell you, Kels, this is pretty disappointing,” Bella said in a deflated tone.
“I even made sure I masturbated in the cab on the way over to make sure I wasn’t too horny.”
Smith had heard enough. Nudity be damned. He scooted to the far edge of the ottoman, wrapped Kelsey’s legs around his back and stood up. Offering Chris and the crazy lady his bare ass, and without a parting word, he carried Kelsey and his pride out of the room.
Chapter Seven
“So who are you?” Bella asked, swinging her foot back and forth over her crossed knee. “Standing there in the background like a statue. Trying to be all tall and brooding. Got news for you, pal. Not happening in the pest guy getup—Vinnie.”
Chris wondered what she’d look like with the backs of her thighs reddened with crop marks.
“I’m the Master,” he calmly replied.
“Master of what?” she snorted, studying her fingernails. She turned her hands this way and that. Probably checking out how the bright-blue nail polish looked from every angle.
Chris stepped forward, bent down and pulled the ottoman out of his way with enough force it got her attention. Only for a second, but it had her thinking. “I’m a master of pleasure,” he said. “I find out what people want and I give it to them.”
She looked him up and down. Then slowly re-crossed her legs in an exaggerated movement. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t wondered what was under that standard-regulation plaid skirt.
“How do you find out what they want?” she asked, reaching inside her shirt. She pulled two elastic bands out of her bra and put them on her wrist.
“I ask,” Chris replied, momentarily distracted by the way she separated dark-brown hair into two sections.
“Did you ask those two if they wanted to run away?” she asked, gathering her hair into a side ponytail and securing it. “Or is that just your charming personality?”
He watched her get the other ponytail in place before he answered. “I’m not charming,” he said softly. He’d enjoy having that hair to hang on to.
“Okay. Not charming. Gentlemanly.”
Chris actually laughed out loud. No one had ever called him that. What the hell was she up to?
“And why gentlemanly?”
She uncrossed her legs and stood up, nearly the same height as him in those killer shoes. “Well, here you are. Standing with a semi-hard penis—” she reached down and cupped his cock, grip
ping it just enough that semi-hard was going to be a thing of the past. “And you haven’t even tried to kiss me.” She raised her chin and leaned in, offering him a secretive smile and her parted lips.
“Lady.” He lowered his forehead and gave her his fierce dead-on look. The one that had made more than a few subs re-evaluate why they were with him and a hundred drunk patrons recognize it was time to leave. “I don’t want to kiss you.”
“Then what do you want?” The tone she used could never be confused for innocence. She should have gone that route. But she’d made it a challenge. And Chris couldn’t back down from that.
He spun them, reversed their positions until the backs of his knees were against the couch. He fell onto the cushion, pulling her along with him, spinning her body at the last second so she was draped across his lap. He spread his legs and her upper body dipped, thrusting her ass to the perfect angle for a spanking.
“I want answers. Why did you come here?”
“Kelsey planned a surprise for her husband.”
Chris landed a warming swat to her left cheek. The way he was sitting, it would have to be the one to get all the attention.
“And you were okay with that?”
“Sure. Why not?” She sounded flippant and he made the second whack harder. It was a little tough since his left wasn’t his dominant hand
“So you’re looking to have a threesome.”
She turned her head and tried to look at him but he pushed her shoulder down. Her hesitation meant she was thinking how to answer. He moved his hand lower and smacked a more sensitive area and she rocked against his leg.
“Did you want to fuck your friend’s husband and eat her pussy?”
“I don’t know.”
That wasn’t really an answer and Chris warmed her ass again. “Would your husband like the idea of you banging some other guy?”
“I don’t have a husband,” she said with defiance. “I have a boyfriend.”
It was Chris’ turn to hesitate. Leo’s words raced through his mind.
“Would he want you out fucking other guys?”
“He’s always working,” she replied, and he felt the huge sigh she released. As if a weight had been taken from her.
He rested his palm flat on her ass and looked at the way her head was hanging downward. How her grip on his leg had loosened.
“Is that all you want?” she asked. Her voice wavered and he closed his eyes. If she was crying he couldn’t take it.
“No, Isabel, it’s not.” He closed his knees and rubbed her ass gently—it was a proper shade of red—and helped her to her feet.
“Then what do you want?” she asked, her dark mascara smudged at the outer corners of her eyes. She was trying to stay in character and Chris’ heart tumbled. If she was trying so hard, then he would too.
“Hell, woman.” He shook his head and pulled her carefully onto his lap. “A good Dom would tell you he wanted to hear you scream ‘Fuck me, Master’. But look at me. My fucking heart’s about to break because I’ve let you down.”
“You haven’t let me down and this isn’t what was supposed to happen.”
“Really?” He gave one of her ponytails a yank. “What was supposed to happen?”
“I was supposed to come in here and you’d be working your magic on them and when you were done, you’d take care of me. What could kick start our dwindling escapades into bondage more than sex in front of strangers? Exhibitionism—”
“Dwindling? Is that how you see it?” he interrupted.
“Well, when Kelsey was asking if I knew a counselor, I realized we don’t make time to spend with each other in scenes like we used to. I miss that. And I told her she’d do better spicing things up in a more kinky way. And I said I could help her do that. Apparently, I give off the persona of ‘threeways welcomed’.”
“So you helped Smith get in touch with me?
Izzi nodded.
“How’d you manage that?” Chris asked.
“Leo. The guy can work magic. Frat boys united and all that crap.”
“It’s not crap,” Chris said, placing a quick kiss on her lips. “It was a masterful plan, Izzi.”
“But it didn’t end the way either of us wanted. I hope it at least worked out for Kelsey and Smith. Did you help them, baby? Are we going to see them in the X-rated funny papers?”
“You know it’s just wrong, you taking your granddad’s sayings and make them into your own.”
“Trust me, he wouldn’t mind. You didn’t answer my question.”
Chris patted her lower back, silently indicating he wanted her to stand. “They’re going to be just fine. I think she’s realized what she wants and he’s not afraid to give it to her, which is how it should be.”
“Well then, your work here is done. You’ve once again proven it. You’re the Master.”
Chris laughed, the gnawing ache in his chest lifting. “Now, if I can only get you to scream that.”
* * * * *
A faint but demanding “Fuck me now, Master” broke the silence of their bedroom.
“Wow. Chris and Bella apparently hit it off,” Kelsey said, snuggling closer against Smith’s side. They’d taken a quick shower and were stretched out on their bed. Together. Fully awake.
“Good lord, darlin’. With that getup she had on, was there any question in your mind?” The arm wrapped behind her back drifted downward to the curve of her ass. He drew tiny little circles over her skin.
“What’s she going to think of me?” The thought embarrassed Kelsey and she buried her face against the side of his chest.
“She’s in the middle of our living room, begging a total stranger to fuck her? I don’t think you have to worry about a thing.” Smith chuckled. “The girl must be a natural.”
Kelsey moved her hand to the flat plane of his stomach and sighed. “And I’m really not a natural, am I? I was so convinced we needed some crazy shit to get you interested in me again—”
“I never lost interest in you. How could I? You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman. I believe I told you that the day we were at the altar, your daddy holding that shotgun to my head.”
“Right.” Kelsey snorted. “That didn’t compare to your mother telling me I’d be gator bait if I broke your heart.” She looked up at him, but he had his eyes closed. “There wasn’t any chance my stupidity took us anywhere near that area, is there?”
“Damn, girl. Let yourself off the hook, will you? We just went over this in the shower. Both of us should have spoken up sooner. We’re good now. We got this, Kels.”
“Are you trying to roll over and go to sleep?” she asked, scraping her nail over one of his small nipples. He’d fucked her so well she wouldn’t have thought she’d want more. But she did.
He opened one eye and said “Not anymore.”
She slid her hand down to his cock, wondering why he wasn’t hard again.
“When’s the last time I told you your poker face sucks?” Smith asked.
“I don’t know,” she said, moving her hand down to gently twirl the hair on his balls. “Maybe the last time we played poker?”
“Give me a little while, sugar. Tell me a story that’ll make me hard.”
Kelsey thought for a moment. “Are you sorry that Chris didn’t show you how to tease my clit with that crop?”
Smith eased his body from under hers and propped himself up on one elbow while she lay flat. “That’s a good start,” he said, reaching downward. He tapped his cock against her hip. “Keep going.”
“I’ve heard”—she paused for emphasis but couldn’t keep a straight face—“if you do it carefully enough you can watch a clit grow before your eyes.”
“I don’t need a crop to make this grow.” Smith placed his hand on her lower belly and slid his finger downward until he was directly over her nub.
“But you liked the bondage stuff, didn’t you?”
“Better than a sharp stick in the eye,” he said, barely moving his finge
r in a slow circle.
“Be serious. I can work on being less of a challenge, you know.”
“I don’t believe it,” Smith said, leaning over and giving her a quick kiss.
Kelsey reached up and cradled his face. “I’m sorry for all the shit I’ve put you through. I love you more now than when I married you, Smith.”
“I love you too, Kelsey. What’s done is done, baby. We move forward. If that means me taking a nap after dinner so I can wake up at two in the morning and service you, then so be it.” He kissed her lips one more time before working his way across her jaw and down her neck.
“Or maybe I can come to bed at nine, suck every drop of cum out of your glorious cock, then sneak back to the commuter for my west coast time.”
“That does have some merit,” he said, rubbing his nose around her nipple before drawing back and looking at her. “They still sore?”
“They’re fine. I really liked that part.”
“I did too. And while you’re working on being a better submissive, I’ll practice up on the dominate stuff. If you want, we could even get Chris to recommend a club or someplace where we could watch.”
“You’d do that?” Kelsey asked, watching the top of his dark head as he kissed his way down her belly. Her spent desire came back to life with a lazy yawn.
“Darlin’, I’d do anything. Don’t you realize that by now?”
“I do,” Kelsey cried, sitting up and pulling his head up to her face for a long, slow kiss. “Other men wouldn’t.”
“Other men aren’t me,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows before he lowered his mouth to her pussy.
“Mmmmm.” His mouth was wet and warm and slow. So different than the feeling she’d gotten when she was tied up. But no less overwhelming. Her nerve endings came alive.
“What was your favorite part?” Kelsey asked, trying to stay connected to him on more than a physical plane as he licked her outer folds.
“That part where you were bound and begging.” He grabbed her thighs and pushed them wide and her muscles screamed, but in the most pleasant of ways.
“That was the entire part,” Kelsey said, taking one more look at his handsome face. Pretty soon she’d be dropping her head to the pillow and closing her eyes as he worked her to completion.
