Mentors

A BDSM Ménage Short Story

By Simone Leigh

 

And for those who know them, it’s James and Michael in their pre-Charlotte days

 

Timeline and Introduction

‘Mentors’ was written to be a stand-alone read.

However, if you have met James and Michael before, and would like to know where this short story fits into the overall sequence, the events told here take place in the early days of ‘Friends’ – ‘Mastering the Virgin’ - Part One.

That is to say, this is about James and Michael in their pre-Charlotte days.

 

Happy Reading 😊

Simone

 

Mentors

Chapter One – Mia

“Ah, c’mon. You said you wanted to try this.” Jay nudges at me, flashing his eyebrows.

“In fact, I didn’t. You said you wanted to do it. I just gave up arguing.”

“You liked the idea when Chloe was talking about it.”

“Being intrigued isn’t the same as saying I want to do it myself.”

Arms folded, he stares down at his feet. “Well, we’re here now.”

“Jay, I’m not sure. Really, I’m not.”

He flushes red. “Are you coming in or not? You said you would.”

My stomach knots. “If I go in with you, you won’t pressure me into anything?”

He turns to face me, hands resting at my hips. He kisses my forehead. “Course not. Would I do a thing like that?”

I droop my head. My voice is small. “Alright. I’ll go in.”

“Great.” He grins, spins and marches for the club entrance. Then, shouting back over his shoulder. “Come on, then. Don’t waste half the night.”

At the door, the bouncer stands aside to let us through. There’s something in his expression as I enter…

Sympathy?

Jay’s smile has returned. “That’s better. Now, about this fantasy of yours, where d’you want to start?”

My voice remains small. “Jay, it’s just a fantasy. Imagining it, it’s all inside my head. It’s not the same as wanting to do it for real.”

“Don’t be silly.” He elbows me in the ribs. “If you fantasise it, obviously you want to do it for real.” He elbows me again. “I’ve read some of those novels you keep on your phone. I know what you want.”

“It doesn’t work like that…” But my words trail off as he heads for the cash counter. “Jay, you did promise. No pressure.”

 

*****

 

Chapter Two – Michael

The Club.

The usual Friday night crowd.

A glass of red in my hand, propping up the bar, James and I wait on what the evening might have to offer. Not the public bar. Thatis the first point of entry from the outside world, and for the benefit of anyone who wanders in unawares, there’s a strict dress code: which is to say, clothes must be worn.

Here, the inner sanctum of the club, it’s a whatever-works-for-youdress code, and a caveat for the general public: Consenting Adults only. You have been warned.

James and I exchange small talk. The words mean nothing. They’re just filling the space. Between us, we scan the field, watching and waiting to see who’s here and what might develop.

Most of the regulars are in, plus a few faces I don’t recognise. Some are obvious newbies or gawpers. Others are perhaps trying out a new club, a fresh crowd.

A man I don’t know accompanies a willowy brunette with a mass of glossy chestnut curls. Undulating past, she wears a dress that clings skin-tight, displays most of what she has to offer and must have been spray-painted on. Passing by, she gives me an obvious once-over.

Looking to share?

But her guy looks neither right nor left, instead heading for the Jacuzzi room.

Plenty more fish in the sea…

My cock stirs in pleasant anticipation of the evening to come.

Does it get any better than this?

Another woman, with that unusual combo of honey-blonde hair, apparently genuine, and cocoa-brown eyes, lounges against the other end of the bar, giving me the eye…

Well…

… Yes, it does…

She smiles brightly, cocking her head in question.

Sub?

I eye-point sidelong, jerking a thumb toward James next to me, then hold up two fingers. Her brows rise and looking him over, she measures him with her gaze. My tall, sombre friend is so obviously a Dom, there’s never any doubt as to what he’ll deliver.

Honey-Blonde’s smile broadens and I’m about to give James a nudge in her direction when something else flags my attention.

A guy of maybe forty strolls the floor, gawking. He’s accompanied by a woman. That is to say, the girl hangs back behind him, her eyes darting in all directions. Superficially, she’s pretty enough, wearing a classic ‘little black dress’ over a trim, tidy figure. But her obvious disquiet destroys any appeal she might have.

Her man stares at a couple sauntering by. Clad in black latex, although not much of it, Penny is collared, handcuffed, and leashed as Jordan, her Dom, leads her toward the cage by the dance floor. They’re both old-timers here. If Jordan’s putting his sub on display like that, he’ll probably be inviting passers-by to reach inside and make best use of her ‘facilities’. Penny gets off on that, big time, but doubtless, she’ll spend a frustratingly edged hour or two before Jordan allows her any relief.

Sure enough, he’s issuing instructions. With poorly concealed glee, Penny peels off the dress. She steps inside the cage and as he turns the key behind her, she’s wearing only the briefest of G-strings.

The stranger, gawking at the display, mouths something to his girl, pointing to a matching cage across the room. She hunches and shakes her head, wrapping her arms around herself.

“She doesn't want to be here,” I say.

James swivels. “Who?”

“Over there. Short. Blonde. Standing next to the guy in leathers. Look at her. She's scared half to death.”

Chin lifting, his brow furrows. “Shouldn't have brought her, should he.”

“No, he shouldn't.”

She’s so clearly unhappy…

How can he not see it?

Or does he simply not give a shit?

…Instead, Leather-Boy wears a manic smile of the kind that says he thinks all his birthdays have come at once. Gripping the girl’s hand, he hauls her to the nearest niche.

The niche houses one of the orgy beds, where a dozen or so mixed men and women, some semi-clothed, some naked, are getting it on together. The curtains are drawn back, providing an open view to anyone wanting to spectate. And the voyeurs on the outside are receiving the full benefit of the exhibitionists on the inside. That many bodies provide the options for pretty much any way two or more human bodies can interact. Most of them are there for the watching.

The man in leathers says something to the girl, nodding toward the writhing masses. But she doesn't reply, retreating a step.

He speaks again, and again she shakes her head.

You see it sometimes, when one partner or the other wants to try the clubs and drags the other along. Even if they persuade or coerce the unwilling party into going through with it, it’s never a success. It can easily lead to relationship break-ups and has done so on several occasions. Sometimes actually in the Club.

His grin fades, replaced by a scowl. Colouring up, he barks something at her, snatching her hand as though to tow her along behind him. But she tugs free, snapping some reply. He snaps back then, with a look of disgust, marches toward the bed.

“I don’t like the way that’s developing,” I murmur, setting my wine down on the bar. “Think I’ll go explain a few of the realities to him…”

James gestures across the floor with his glass. “No need. He's been spotted.”

Liam and Ash, two of the Club security guards, weave through the crowd. Liam taps him on the shoulder, forehead furrowed, muttering something. The man twists, mouthing back. Ash shrugs with an Oh, yes? gesture. The pair exchange glances then, without ceremony, each hooks an arm through Leather-Boy’s and they frog-march him toward the exit.

Snarling, he shouts back at the girl, jerking his head toward the exit. But face lifted, chin jutting, she doesn’t move. He yells something at her. I can’t pick out the words over the crowd and the music, but it’s clearly an instruction. Lips pressed to thin lines, she remains rooted to the spot.

The doors swing closed behind the guards and their ejectee. The woman hovers, chewing at her lip, blinking hard.

After a minute she wanders to the bar, close by. Theo gives her a soft smile. “What'll it be, Hun?”

“Um…” She stares at the countertop… “Gin and tonic please.”

He snags a glass, then reaches under the counter. “It’s on the house. We don't like seeing that...” Snapping the top off the bottle, he tips the contents over a crackle of ice. “… It’s not how we do things here.”

She looks doubtful, casting around the room. “I was told it’s a sex club. That’s certainly what it looks like.”

Theo meets eyes with me. I shrug.

Tell it like it is…

He pauses, perhaps giving himself time to choose his words. He pours from the gin bottle, a generous measure, then drops in a slice of lemon. “It certainly is a sex club. And beyond doubt, if you want it, you’ll find it here, especially a good-looking girl like you. But…” He raises a forefinger… “…for the avoidance of doubt, it’s By Consent Only. No means No. That guy you came in with was breaking every rule in the book.”

He nods toward me. “Take these two. Michael’s one of our regulars. And that’s James with him. They’ve both been coming here for years. Everyone knows them. Ask any of the regular women here.” He flashes brows at the girl. “Either of them, or more likely, both of them together, will deliver anything you’re looking for, but only if they think you really want them to.”

The scepticism grows. “Together?” She flicks a glance at me and James. “Yeah?”

Theo slides her drink across the bar. “You saw us throw him out, didn’t you? Your boyfriend.”

Her face falls. “Yeah…”

His head tilts. “Look, why don’t I call you a taxi? We can all see you don’t want to be here. Like I said, the drink’s on the house. Go home and make up with the boyfriend.”

She sips at her glass, nodding miserably. “Thanks.” Theo reaches for the bar-top phone, tapping out a number he knew off pat years ago.

A voice ripples over us. “Hi, Michael. Hi, James.” It’s sultry and soft and we both know it well. As one, we turn to face its owner.

Chloe has been coming to the club longer than I have. A dusky South American type with large expressive eyes and a taste for exhibitionism, if she’s available, she’s always good for some entertaining, no-complications fun.

“Chloe. Lovely to see you.” I kiss her cheek.

Teeth glinting white, she glances between us. “You guys hooked up for the evening yet?”

“Um…” I swing back to where Honey-Blonde was watching, but she’s already talking to some other guy. Judging by the proprietorial arm he’s laid around her shoulders, I’d say their evening has already been mapped out.

Another time…

“No. We don’t, so far, have any plans.” James speaks with those deep velvet tones which do half his work for him. Even if he weren’t an obvious Dom, when he speaks to them, women develop an urge to drop to their knees. “Can I get you a drink?”

“I’ll have a glass of whatever that is you’re drinking.”

He raises a finger. “Theo, a Rioja for Chloe, please.”

She flashes brows, eyes full of mischief and promise, then her gaze slides past us, her expression morphing to surprise. “Mia? I didn’t know you come here. You kept that quiet.”

‘Mia’ flushes. “Jay dragged me here. After you let on what you do in your spare time, nothing would make him happy except seeing for himself. He…” She halts, gulps at her drink… “He tried to make me…”

Chloe sparks lightning bolts. “Tried to make you… what?”

Mia makes a rough gesture in the direction of the orgy bed, then buries her face in her drink.

“You didn’t want to come? And he bullied you here? Then tried to make you do something you didn’t want to?”

Mia wavers. “Well, I’ll admit, I was interested to see what happens. After what you told us. And I told him that I…” She falters… “But we were barely through the door and he was at me to…” She colours up completely, her voice cracking, then falls silent.

After a moment she perks up again. “So, um… Chloe, you know these two… er… gentlemen? Michael, was it? And James?”

Chloe chuckles, hooking her arm through mine. “Oh, yes.Michael and I are old friends. We’ve had a lot of fun together over the years…” She flashes brows… “Even more so when he and James hooked up as a pair. And yes, both of them are gentlemen, in the best possible way.”

Mia sips at her drink, clearly digesting that. “So, how do…?”

Theo interrupts. “Your taxi's here, Miss.”

“Oh, right.” She looks disappointed. Hesitates. “I’ll say good night then.” She knocks back the last of her drink. “Nice to see you, Chloe. Nice to meet you, guys.”

I tip my glass to her. “A pleasure, Mia. Enjoy the rest of your evening, whatever you decide to do with it.”

Theo calls out. “Liam. Ash. Accompany this lady safely to her taxi, would you.”

Liam gestures toward the exit. “After you, Miss.”

We watch the three exit, then Chloe sparks up. “So, what’s a girl gotta do to get her ass kicked around here?”

I set my glass down on the counter. James’ goes down next to it. She twists her neck back to him. “And if you don’t mind, I’d like to be able to sit down again sometime in the next week.”

He sucks away a smile. “You know the rules, Chloe. I’ll stop if you safeword…”

She sighs. “And I never do.”

He offers out a hand, gesturing toward the dungeons. “After you?”

 

*****

 

Chapter Three – James

The following Friday, and once more, Michael and I prop up the bar at our accustomed spot.

I raise a finger to Theo. “A glass of Rioja for me and…” I cock a brow…

“I’ll have the same.”

“Coming up.”

It’s a new brand. I inspect the label then taste the wine. “Not bad. Is there some sort of theme night on this evening, d’you know?”

Michael tastes his wine, smacks his lips… “Hmmm, yes…” He waves out over the dance floor. “Cowboys and cowgirls. Hence the concentration of Stetsons, sombreros, and spurs.”

Drink in hand, he turns to follow the rear view of a ‘cowgirl’, her naked ass framed but completely unprotected by the chaparreras…“Can’t say I knew they’re supposed to be worn like that.” He sips. “Not gonna complain about it though.”

I nod toward the cowboy accompanying her. “What d’you think he has in mind with the lasso and the bullwhip?”

Michael scratches at his chin. “He knows how to use it. I’ve seen Greg lash that thing right around her waist and haul her in. Trapped her tight, but she didn’t so much as yelp.”

“James? Michael?”

It’s Chloe again, but on this occasion, she has company, another long-time user of the club, Borje: a strikingly handsome man, tall and tanned, Scandinavian blond, he stands out from the crowd.

He’s casually dressed in dark pants and a clean white shirt. Chloe is dressed to be un-dressed, wearing a clingy black number that would be barely respectable outside the club doors, and inside, invites her partner(s) to peel it off her. She works out regularly and has a sleek, athletic figure. Her outline says she’s wearing no underwear, Still, although not overendowed, everything Chloe has is beautifully accented by the slinky fabric.

Borje wears the smile of a happy man.

“Borje, good to see you. Chloe, you too. Can I get you a drink?”

Borje lays a palm over his glass. “Not for me, thanks.” Lips quirking, “Don't want to take too much alcohol on board so early. However…” He cocks an eye to his ‘date’…

Chloe says, “Actually guys, do you already have plans for this evening? I wanted to um, re-introduce you to a friend of mine…”

She beckons across the floor, smiling brightly. The ‘friend’ lingers, then emerges from the crowd. It’s Mia. Looking quite out of place, in a plain white blouse and a dark, one-inch-above-the-knee skirt, she could be dressed for the office.

Chloe’s tone lowers. “After what happened last week, she broke up with Jay and she needs cheering up.” She flaps her hand toward Mia. “C’mon, you’re perfectly safe…”

As the girl approaches, Chloe lowers her voice again. “She's never done anything like this before. She… She has the fantasy, about having two guys at once. She told Jay about it, and he tried to pressure her into living out the fantasy…”

Michael and I exchange glances. He speaks for both of us, his tone wary. “So, does she want to do it for real or not? Neither James nor I…”

“I think,” says Chloe, “that she does. But you need to pace her properly. I've told her all about you. Both of you. I suggested you might just be the answer for her for a no-strings test run.”

“Chloe,” I say, “if the boyfriend had to coerce her into coming…”

“Yes!” She’s beginning to sound irritable. “He'd read the books and the websites. And he's seen the movies. So's she. But while Jay gets the idea, he doesn't get consent.” She sniffs and shrugs. “Typical wannabeDom. Thinks he snaps his fingers and that's all there is to it.”

Michael still sounds cautious. “And she’s looking for a real Dom? So you thought of James?”

“No.” Chloe chuckles. “For that, I thought of you and James. He knows his stuff on handling a subbie. You're a good cool head if he gets… overenthusiastic.”

“And that’s what Mia is?” I ask. “A wannabe sub?”

She rocks a hand to and fro. “She has the fantasy. She wants to find out if the reality matches up.”

Michael frowns. “Hang on. Chloe, how do you know all this?”

She grins. “We had an all-girls night. Well, Mia and me to be exact, plus rather a lot of wine. I asked. She spilt the beans.” She pulls a face. “Ah, c’mon guys. D’you think I’d have brought her if she wasn’t for real?”

She cocks her head at us, pauses then turns, beckoning Mia closer. “Time for formal introductions. Guys, this is Mia. Mia, this is James. And this is Michael. You want some adventure? These guys’ll pop your Club Cherry for you, and I guarantee you'll enjoy it.”

She sucks back a smile, jerking a thumb my way. “But watch out for James here. Let him near your ass for too long and you'll be sitting on a cushion for a week.”

 

*****

 

Chapter Four – Mia

With Borje resting a hand on the small of her back, Chloe sashays away into the crowd, leaving me alone with the two men.

Although I registered them at the bar last week, panic-stricken as I was, I didn’t really pay attention. Now, I do.

Under my ribs, my heart thump-thumps…

I’m inviting them to have sex with me?

Both of them?

They’re both attractive, in very different ways.

The one Chloe introduced as James is tall and leanly built, dark-haired and dark-eyed. Well-dressed in a dark suit, a clean white shirt, and polished shoes, he is attractive, physically speaking, but that’s not exactly what draws the eye to him. It’s more something about the way he carries himself…

In charge?

Chloe says he’s a natural Dom…

His expression is grave, almost intimidating.

Do I really want…?

Then, he speaks. “It’s good to meet you, Mia. Properly this time, I trust.”

Oh, Wow!

If chocolate honeycomb could speak, it would sound like this. That voice reaches right down inside me and sets my pussy to Melt.

Perversely, my mouth is dry.

The other man, Michael, suppresses a smile at my reaction.

Seen it before?

Probably many times…

Michael’s appeal is far more obvious. He’s tall, though not so much so as his companion, perhaps a hair short of six feet. But broad-shouldered and muscular, even under the linen shirt he wears, he looks as though he works out. Blond and with startlingly blue eyes, he’s an unusually attractive man.

Then he smiles…

And it’s like the room just lit up.

Oh. My. God.

And Chloe said these two guys will…

I suck at my cheeks, trying to draw enough saliva into my mouth to speak. My stomach roils, but… down below…

Both of them?

I’m so lost inside my head that it takes me a few moments to realise Michael is talking to me.

“Um…” I shake myself out of my reverie. “Um… sorry, what was that?”

That sunshine smile broadens. “I said, can I get you a drink, Mia? What would you like?”

“What’s that you’re drinking?”

“It’s Rioja,” says James. “Would you like a glass?”

Dumbly, I nod.

He raises a forefinger to the barman, and I see his silently mouthed words. A large one…

Are they trying to get me drunk?

But as James passes me the glass, he says, “Mia, take a couple of mouthfuls. Let the wine help you relax. After that, sip. If you’ve never done this before, you should have a clear head, at least to begin with. And certainly, while we’re talking.”

“Really?”

Michael touches my arm. “Yes, really. James and I both need to be sure that you want to do this.” He extends an arm, gesturing around the club, the crowd. “That’s how we do it here.” Then he swings that smile back onto me, full beam, dazzling me. “Good, clean fun all around. No regrets.”

“Jay said… He said…”

“We both saw the pair of you last week. We have a pretty good idea of what he said. But if you didn’t want to be here then, why are you here now?”

I take refuge in my wine, gulping down. It’s mellow and heady, and the trail glows down my throat, then warms my stomach. Almost instantly, my nerves ease.

James was right…

And I swallow again. Both men wait patiently, sipping their own drinks while I get myself together.

“It’s not… exactly… that I didn’t want to come… It’s… Jay tried to rush me. I thought we’d look around a bit. See what it was here, how worked. Perhaps just watch what happens the first time, talk it through, then try something the next visit.”

Michael sniffs. “But instead, you walked in. He stopped at the first thing he saw, an orgy bed, and tried to bully you into joining in?”

“That’s it, yes.”

James interrupts. “You did just the right thing. Domination has to be by consent.” He pauses, head cocked, but I don’t know quite what to say, what it is he expects from me.

He continues. “So, how do you come to be here with Borje and Chloe?”

“Chloe’s a friend of mine, as you saw last week. She told me she’d be here tonight, meeting up with Borje. She said you two would probably be here too and she, er… knows… both of you. That she’s…” I stall, not sure of the word…

Michael finishes my sentence. “… Chloe has playedwith me and James. Many times, over the years.”

“And now she’s… playing… with Borje? And you… don’t mind?”

“Borje and Chloe have also played together many times. It’s a no-strings arrangement all around.” He gestures out over the floor, then realises he’s slopping his wine, changes hands and gestures again. “There’s a core of us here who know each other. We know who can be trusted and how they can be relied upon to behave. We know who takes care of themselves, medically speaking. We know who the Doms are that understand the… contract…between Dom and sub.”

Another gulp of wine. It dawns on me that I’m beginning to enjoy myself. “They were both very kind, Chloe and Borje. They booked me in as a guest and showed me around. They said as a single girl, I'd be sure to… um…” My face heats.

James’ mouth quirks. It’s not exactly a smile, but a smile lurks somewhere behind it. “They were right. An attractive woman like you will always find what she’s looking for here.” He leans forward. “Do you know what you are looking for, Mia?”

*****

Chapter Five - Michael

The girl flushes. For an obvious would-be sub, she’s having trouble getting her head around the possibilities. And James just asked the right question.

I keep my tone conversational. “So, since it's your first time at something like this, Mia, what are you hoping for?”

She chews at a lip. “An adventure… I suppose.”

James slips two fingers under the base of her glass, easing it up to her mouth again, then leans back against the bar to sip at his own.

“Mia,” I ask. “How far do you want to go? You realise James and I come as a pair? And that we’re accustomed to playing with experienced subs?”

Her forehead wrinkles. “Experienced?”

“Yes, experienced. Subs who understand what it is to submit to the authority of a Dominant. Who know what they want and how far they can go. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

She sucks at her lips, nodding silently.

“James is a Dom,” I say. Not that it’s not completely obvious to anyone remotely paying attention, but it seems good policy to spell it out. In any case, Mia blinks and nods, now smiling slightly.

Pupils dilating…

“If we spend the evening with you, James will expect you to obey him. But always you can call a stop. At any point.”

Beginning to perspire…

Flushing at the neck…

She stares into her wine, then raises her eyes again. “And you?”

“I’m not a Dom. I just enjoy good sex.”

“Michael’s role in this,” says James, “is to fuck you hard enough that you forget to breathe.”

Right on cue, she inhales sharply. “Yes, I realise that. At least, I think so.” Her voice quavers. The surface of her wine ripples. “I’ve read the books. Seen the movies.” James hides his smile behind his drink.

“Most have,” I say. “Mia, listen. If we’re going to play together, the three of us, you need to know how to use safe words. You understand?”

She nods, swallowing hard. “Yes, that was in the movies too.”

“Good. So, if you're happy with what’s happening, with whatever James and I are doing… If you’re enjoying yourself, your colour is green…”

“…If you’re getting uncomfortable. If you need us to slow down a little, or to give you a breather, you’re amber. Call Amber and tell us you need a change of pace, or to do something else instead…”

“…If you need us to stop altogether, you’re red. You understand? You call Red and everything stops. Okay?”

“Okay… um… what if I can’t speak?”

James’ cheeks suck hollow.

“If either of us is doing something that stops you speaking,” I say, “… you slap with your hand on the floor, the bed or even one of usso we know you have a problem.”

She chews at a lip, nodding.

“What do you enjoy, Mia? Is there anything particular you’d like? Or that you don’t like?”

“I… have this fantasy…” Her eyes drop…

A smile flirts around James’ lips. “Go on.”

“You have the two of us here,” I say. “I’m sure one of us can deliver what you're hoping for.”

“Well, actually, the fantasy is two guys… Um… That’s when Chloe suggested the two of you.” That flush on her neck is crawling down her chest.

James palms the back of his neck. “Very good of her.” But he’s smiling.

“You know the kinds of things we might ask of you?” I say. “Is there anything you don’t want us to do?”

Her throat ripples. “If you’re doing something and I ask you to stop, you will?”

“Absolutely,” I say. “But you must safeword to tell us you mean it. Communication can get garbled in the, um, throes of passion.”

She chuckles, then straightens up, chin lifting. “In that case, I’ll try anything you like.”

James cocks a brow. He has a taste for women who'll gofor it. “Very well, Mia.” He extends a hand toward the basement stairway. “After you.”

Descending, she walks ahead of us, throwing a look over her shoulder at the bottom for guidance. James nods her toward the dungeon room we booked for the evening.

“You think she’s looking for a long-term Dom?” I murmur. “Or just living out a fantasy?”

James clicks his tongue. “Try before you buy? Testing it out in a safe environment before taking the plunge?”

“Could be.”

*****

At the end of the corridor, Mia hesitates, taking in the shadowed space to one side with the viewing ports into the playroom beyond. An audience is already gathering.

James pauses, then steps around her, opens the door and, standing back to let her see, holds it, waiting.

On the threshold, she halts mid-step, her eyes flickering around the room: the Saint Andrew’s Cross, a padded horse, stocks, a spanking bench, the rings and hoops and chains, the rack of crops, paddles and floggers. A bed large enough for a dozen.

Her chest rises. Then falls. Once. Twice…

Then, crossing her Rubicon, Mia steps inside.

Again, she hovers, uncertain, shifting from one foot to the other. I offer her my hand and she accepts it, allowing me to guide her to the centre of the room.

Turning her by the shoulders to face me, I stoop to kiss her forehead, murmuring. “Happy, Mia?”

She closes her eyes, takes a breath, then opens them again, now smiling. “Yes.”

James takes his accustomed starting position, standing behind the girl, his hands replacing mine at her shoulders as I slip to her waist. It’s not a routine we ever exactly planned between us, but we've been playing the clubs together so long, that it’s become a kind of ritual for starting the evening. Something reliable that we know works well.

It also means that we can feel the response of the sub. Mia’s a little trembly, but no more than that. And her hugely expanded pupils say it’s excitement, not fear.

James eye-points me down to her.

I tilt up her chin with a finger. “Mia, would you like to invite anyone else in?”

Her eyes widen, then flick to the viewing window; shadowed faces, male and female, waiting and watching. “Er… No, I don’t think so.”

“That’s fine.” I draw the bolt on the door. “No one comes in here but the three of us.” I nod back to the spectators. “Do you want other people to see? We can always close the blind if you prefer?”

“Other people watching?” That flush on her neck has risen to pink her cheeks. “I think I’d like to try that, yes.”

James’ lips quirk. He strokes palms down her arms, his tone gentle. “How do you like it, Mia? Easy? Or rough?”

Her breath hitches. “Um… A bit of both?”

He cocks his head. Then James’ gentleness evaporates, the Dom abruptly to the fore. His words snap out. “Easily delivered...” He knots his hand into her hair, pinning her, tensioning his grip to raise her chin. Mia gasps, a sheen of sweat breaking out on her forehead.

“Michael, I’d like to see more of our guest. Why don't you undress her?”

Her breath catches and James angles, leaning around, inspecting her slantwise, assessing her, assessing her reaction.

He raises questioning brows to me. But I have a clear view of her face. With that intake of breath, came the first curve of a smile.

She’s fine…

The girl’s modestly dressed, apparently so anyhow. I hover over the top button of her blouse, wait…

Her eyes lower, but she sucks at her lips, nodding.

Slipping open the button drops the first clue that her clothes are not so out of place as they appeared. From under plain white fabric, the edge of a black lace trim…

The second button and a very attractive cleavage is framed by the lace…

And as I work my way down, I find a corset, and it’s chosen for a purpose. James’ eyes crinkle as I slide the blouse from her shoulders, and he too sees how she is dressed.

Tight lacing cinches her in at the waist, making the best of her figure. Her breasts are pressed in and up. Her cleavage is a deep valley which draws the male eye… and imagination… along some very pleasant paths.

The laces aren’t looped through the usual series of brass eyes, a pain in the ass to loosen. Instead, they’re drawn tight around hooks. Simply releasing the bow at the top will allow the whole thing to slacken.

The fact is, I know of old that James has a thing for laces. They give him itchy fingers.

“Mia,” I say. “James will unzip your skirt. Then you will remove it.”

He shifts…

The rasp…

… then the Click-Click of a lowering zipper…

Mia’s eyeballs roll sidelong in an effort to see behind herself, but I pinch her chin between my fingers, steering her attention forward. “James is your Dom for this evening.”

James’ palms at her waist, he eases the skirt down. Mia helps it the rest of the way, stepping neatly out of the puddled fabric. Stooping, he retrieves the garment, folding it neatly onto a shelf.

Corset aside, she wears stockings, lacy-topped hold-ups. Microscopic panties complete the ensemble, except… “Remove your shoes, Mia,” I say.

She steps out, becoming an instant two inches shorter.

“Now, turn around. Face James. He wants to admire what he is going to fuck.”

Her breath snatches, but she obeys.

I amble to the bed, positioning myself for a view, carefully easing myself into a position to reduce... pressure…

The girl’s clearly willing. Clearly enjoying herself. My libido growls quietly.

Going to have to get these pants off soon…

At the window, the audience fills the view, murmuring among themselves. Mia’s gaze flicks sidelong. Once more, her breath catches.

James tugs at the top bow, slipping it open, then plucking at the laces, he slides from the first pair of hooks. As the corset slackens, Mia’s breasts soften from the domed mounds of moments before to the softer, more natural, shape of a modestly endowed woman.

James’ eyes dart between the laces and Mia's face, but she’s happy. Transfixed almost.

He unravels from the second hook. Then the third. Her breasts swing free. Tipped tawny-gold, nubbing prettily, they’re nice breasts. Not too large. Not too small. A pleasant palmful.

James steps back, his stance changing. “You do the rest, Mia.” Then, as her gaze falls, “Look at me as you do it.” He slips a glance sidelong to the viewing port. “Or if you wish, you may look at your audience.”

 

*****

 

Chapter Six – Mia

The laces tug loose, freeing my breasts. I’m not large, about average I suppose. It was the corset giving them some shape. Released, they lose their silhouette, sagging. My cheeks heat and I drop my face…

… to almost immediately find it raised again, a finger pressing from under my chin, forcing me to look up.

“What?” he demands, a harsh edge to his voice. “You may lower your eyes in submission, Mia. But that wasn’t submission I just saw. What's the matter?”

The burn in my cheeks intensifies and without meaning to, I cross my arms, covering myself.

“Mia, don’t do that.” Blinking up, I see, briefly, James’ gaze passes over my shoulder, then back again to me. “I removed your clothing so I could enjoy your body. Michael too. We would like to believe also, that you will enjoy our bodies. But now, you hide yourself from us?”

“My…” My mouth is dry again. My tongue like fluff. I suck at my cheeks and try again. “My breasts. They're… I have a little boy, you see. When I was feeding him, they sagged afterwards. They’re… all… chewed up.”

James’ gaze licks upwards. “Don't be foolish,” he snaps. Then, almost immediately, his expression softens. He pauses, lays a fingertip on my chest then gestures to the viewing window. “Look at the faces out there. How many teenagers do you see? Almost everyone here is, at the least, mature. Some are middle-aged.”

He huffs a laugh. “I’m no spring chicken myself. Do you imagine we all have perfect bodies here?” A smile ghosts over his face. “You can ignore that question with regards to Michael behind you.”

And he’s right. I look out through the viewing window. The faces there are of all kinds. Some are young, but none very young. All are the kinds of faces that have seen something of life, faces that look lived-in.

From behind me, fingers stroke into my hair, then brush over my cheek.

James cants his head. “Mia, Michael and I, we both wish to see you. And…” He levels a finger at me… “… if you intend to submit to me, I requireit of you…”

He takes a step back, releasing his hold on me. “Now, unfold your arms and show yourself to us.”

My throat is tight. Swallowing hard, I unfold my arms.

He wears an odd expression; that smile that’s, somehow, not a smile. “That’s better.” He reaches, a fingertip extended, sliding over first my left breast, then my right. He huffs a laugh, and with a pinch of thumb and forefinger, twists at a nipple.

It should hurt. It does hurt. But the pain frisks down through me to dance a fandango with my core. Pussy jolts.

James leans forward, the pinch on my nipple tightening, making me gasp. “There is nothing wrong with your breasts, Mia. Now, have we gotten that out of the way?”

It’s not easy standing still, my suddenly flimsy muscles shuddering. I swallow hard. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes… sir?”

“That’s better. You will address me as a sub shouldaddress a Dom.”

“Yes, sir.”

The vice-grip on my nipple releases, but from behind, an arm loops around me. The hand smooths over my stomach, hovering over the corset below my breasts. Gliding upwards to cup, a thumb flicks at my other nipple, then plucks, tweaking and twisting. Tiny spikes of electricity sparkle, skittering down to join the dance way down south.

I don’t mean to, but I gasp, and my knees buckle. But the arm around my waist supports me, the muscles firm and hard. “I’ve got you.” Michael’s words are warm.

James smiles slightly. “I believe, Mia, that you enjoyed what Michael just did to you. And for that matter, what I did.” He settles a palm over my ‘vacant’ breast. “This is what you wanted… What you came for…”

He moves closer still, his hand squeezing at my breast. “You fantasised about fucking with two men. It’s not an uncommon fantasy. And now you have the reality...” He pauses… “… If you still want it?”

Still, he holds the pause. “Well?”

“Yes, I want it.”

“So, remove the remainder of your clothes, slowly,and show yourself to me and Michael. You may leave the stockings on if you wish.”

The blond man moves to stand side-by-side with James, watching.

Heart pounding, I unravel the laces. “Can I ask…?”

“What?”

“Does… Does Chloe do this with you?”

“In fact,” says Michael, “Chloe does rather a good striptease. It’s a speciality of hers.”

Oh!

Tugging free the remaining fastenings, I slip the corset off and away. James’ arms folded, he eye-points down to my panties…

… and with a rush of heat between my thighs, I slip them off. Then, naked save for the stockings, I stand before the two strangers I have invited to fuck me.

Michael clucks, azure eyes creasing at the corners.

But James…

His eyes are so dark.

Hypnotically dark.

I could lose myself in the night there and not come out into the daylight again.

Stepping forward, he palms my cheek, stooping to meet my mouth with his. Softly, so softly, he brushes my lips with his, briefly pressing warm flesh onto mine.

Then, in tones of shade and shadow, “On your knees, Mia.”

The words are soft, slow, and utterly compelling.

And I get it.

At last, I get it.

It is by my own choice that I do this; to submit to these men; these two men, each beautiful in their different ways. Standing beside each other like the meeting of night and day.

James offers a hand, supporting me as I obey him. Michael offers another, helping me down.

I’m all but naked, but I'm hot. So hot. My skin burns. And yet, goose pimples prickle in a racing line along my arms. My nipples are puckered and hard…

Inside, I’m melting, my core a liquid heart which flows and ripples. A fluid trickle scalds down between my thighs.

James inserts the toe of a shoe between my knees. “Wider, Mia. Michael expects to be able to touch you without having to work at it.”

Shuffling a bit, I open up and the blond man kneels behind me, his knees between mine. It feels odd, he still fully clothed against my nakedness. Nonetheless, through his clothes, the hardness of his shaft presses against me.

Pussy pumps a little harder.

Wrapping an arm around me again, he nuzzles into my neck, mouthing and nipping. “Mia, this fantasy of yours, two men together: do you mean together? At the same time?”

My embarrassment is fading rapidly. “Yes. Together.” I twist back a little, trying to see his face. “Is that alright?”

“Oh, yes.” He kisses my cheek. “Relax, Mia. You’ll enjoy this. I promise. We’ll look after you. James will test you, but if it’s too much, you safeword. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“You can stand again now.”

Once more, a hand in each of mine helps me upright. Michael moves to stand in front of me, holding my eyes as he unbuttons his shirt. Clean, white linen, it flows and billows over a broad frame, falling open as the last button is free.

His chest is tanned and golden, set with a scatter of golden hairs. The abs are flat and tight, his shoulders broad and his biceps are straplike.

If he does work out, it’s not the pumping iron, pump-myself-upkind. More the work-my-body-til-it-does-everything-I-want kind. Unlike many of the body-builder types you see, he’s not bulky and angular. Instead, as he moves, muscles shift, sheer and graceful, under his skin, catching the light with a smooth gleam that makes my mouth water and my pussy pulse.

Michael slides the shirt from his shoulders, then kicks off his shoes, leaving himself bare-footed. Now wearing only black jeans, they’re belted tight at his waist, sculpted over his thighs and bulging at his groin.

James stands behind me, his left arm locked around my chest, still tormenting my nipples. “Watch him, Mia,” he murmurs. “Watch Michael. He’s going to fuck you very soon. Take a good look at the man who is going to fuck you. He’s handsome, don’t you think?”

Oh, God, yes…

“… Women in this club queue up to fuck with him. But tonight, he’s chosen you. Are you looking forward to it?”

It’s hard to assemble enough coherent thought to reply. James’ right hand quests south over my belly, teasing over my loins. Paired fingers – I think – probe inward, slipping through folds, massaging my clit.

My lungs heave and something hammers under my chest. Whatever the sound is coming from my throat, words aren’t involved.

Fingers nip, nails biting in, and I yelp at the pain electrifying my sex. But inside, I jolt and clench.

“I asked you a question. Mia. As your Dom for the evening, I don’t expect to be ignored. I repeat. Are you looking forward to being fucked by Michael?”

The pain waxes as he pinches tighter, I’m throbbing inside, jumping and jerking. And all the while, honeyed words whisper to me of dreams come real.

“Michael’s going to push his cock inside that sweet, swollen pussy of yours, then hammer your insides ‘til you can’t see for the spots behind your eyes. He'll fuck you ‘til you gush…”

My core is liquid and loose, flowing. James’ words shimmy and dance by my ear...

They’ve barely touched me…

Either of them…

Almost everything is happening inside my head, albeit sending urgent messages to my pussy.

Is this what Doms do?

But he’s still speaking… “We’re old friends, Michael and I, and I know how he works. He can keep it up for hours with a woman if he wants to. He’ll not let himself come until you have first…”

The grip on my bud tightens again. The pain is real. I should be fighting this. Instead, a part of me embraces it. Something buzzes inside my head…

The molten chocolate of James’ voice intensifies. “Now, answer me,” he hisses. “Are you looking forward to having Michael fuck you?”

“Yes! Yes, I am.” The man himself is watching closely, clearly with a good idea of what James is saying, his sky-eyed gaze fixed on me.

“That’s better,” murmurs James. The hand at my breast slips up, knotting into my hair. “Would you like to get your mouth around his cock first?”

Oh, God…

Michael strolls closer to stand in front of me, his eyes are still locked with mine. His nostrils flare and I colour up as I realise it's me he’s scenting.

“You smell good, Mia,” he says. “You smell of aroused woman. Always one of my favourite perfumes.” He leans in close, then as James releases his hold on me, he slips his hand around my head, fingers lacing into my hair, and opens his mouth over mine.

And Pussy goes into meltdown.

Michael tastes winey, his skin scented piney and fresh. Some cologne or shampoo maybe. He smells of summer woodland and clean male.

He doesn’t invade me, as some men do. I always hated that. That delving of the tongue so many do – a kind of oral penetration. But his lips press to mine, his tongue-tip tracing over my teeth, so gently, so delicately.

I'm not fooling myself. This isn't love. Or even affection. This man is a stranger. I may never see him again.

But he was here last week…

Nonetheless, the kiss is warm. And sensual…

… and utterly sexual.

The kiss reaches down inside me and pulls my libido up from my insides, hopping and skipping and dancing the rumba as it goes.

On reflex, I make to reach around him, to embrace, but James shifts, locking my arms behind me. “Did anyone give you permission to move, Mia?”

The words peel from my tongue. “No, sir.”

Michael breaks away. “How is our guest reacting, James?”

Once more, the toe of a shoe inserts, this time between my feet. “Spread your legs, Mia. I believe Michael and I have made it clear by now that you are expected to deliver unhindered access to your body.”

The toe nudges between mine easing them further apart. As my thighs open, cool air washes over my heated vulva and a pungent cloud billows.

“Very good, Mia,” says James… A palm cups my sodden sex. Finger probe. “You're learning to behave yourself…”

Involuntarily, I groan.

He speaks to Michael as though I’m not there… “I believe she's preparing herself for us.”

Preparing?

I'm streaming. I know I am. Hot fluids trickle from my core, slicking down inside my thighs.

James’ hold on me alters. Twinned fingers vee around my bud, then part, opening the lips, exposing my sweet spot. “She's coming on nicely, Michael. Want to check for yourself?”

“Don't mind if I do.” Michael reaches down, and while one man holds me open and exposed, another fingers me.

My arousal sizzles.

All my fantasies…

… coming to life…

I gasp…

… gurgle…

… and gush.

Convulsing, I wail, my hot juices spurting over the hands of these two strangers. I would fall, but James tightens his grip, supporting me, keeping me upright. His cheek is close by mine, close enough that the warmth of his breath laves my skin. “Time to move on, Mia.”

He propels me toward the horse, a hand clapped between my shoulders. “Bend over and forward, Mia. Grip the hand bars either end. Spread.”

Once more, my feet are shoved apart, but now, there's nothing gentle about it. Arms briefly loop under me, lifting my hips. “That's it. Ass up. Legs open.”

My face pressed sidelong to the padded top, I’m panting. Blood fizzes behind my ears. A wild percussion jammers under my ribs. And the cool air on my inflamed and sensitive pussy sets it clutching and clenching for what isn’t yet there.

Something swipes across my ass: a hand. It’s not hard. Barely enough even to sting, but despite Chloe’s warning, I wasn’t expecting it and I yammer a protest.

 

*****

 

Chapter Seven - James

Regardless of Mia’s obvious inexperience, everything about her is going the right way. She’s a pretty sight and, I’d say, born to be a sub.

And despite her insecurities, naked, the girl’s still very appealing: nicely toned, her thighs and arms sleekly-muscled. I know Chloe uses Michael’s gym facilities. If Mia’s a friend of hers, perhaps they work out together.

Certainly, her ass, now displayed to best effect, is firm and attractive. Pale cheeks frame her vulva, engorged scarlet and puffy, pumping out a steady flow of headily-scented juices, to trace a gleaming trail over smooth, tight skin.

Planting one palm between her shoulders, pinning her, with the other, I plunge inside, hand-fucking her.

She's hot and swollen, slick and streaming, and as I pump hard, scraping at her g-spot, her wailing response brings my shaft to a very satisfactory attention.

Time for a change of pace…

An experimental slap to a peachy cheek snatches a gasp from her. A second slap, harder, raises a pink bloom as her skin warms, the blood rising. And her answering yell tells me all I need to know about her reaction.

I rub at her ass, easing away the sting…

Then, another slap. Another yell. And another, on the other side this time.
Mia’s squirming and squealing. Her face is flushed almost to matching her ass, a flush that extends down her neck towards her breasts.

And now, I deliver a real strike, hard enough to ripple muscle and leave my palm smarting. She shrieks and tries to rise, but I hold her pinned. The vein at the side of her neck is hammering. “What’s your colour, Mia?”

Her lungs heave as she snatches for air…

Michael takes her hand, encircling it with his much larger one. Two fingers rest over her pulse. “Mia, breathe. Go on. A deep breath….” She inhales and blows…

… inhales and blows…

“Again.” She draws in air once more, this time more slowly.

“… Now, tell us your colour.”

“Green,” she wheezes. “I’m green.”

Starting to embrace the pain?

I think so.

He kisses her fingers, nodding to me, flashing brows.

She’s fine…

Curling the hand back around the grip of the horse, “Good girl,” he says. “Stay calm. Give yourself over to the experience. Don’t fight it. Submit. James is going to take over again now.”

Standing behind her, I speak. “Michael, would you blindfold her please...” But as he fishes in a pocket for the silk scarf he uses for these occasions, I move into her view, letting her see me take a flogger from the rack.

Again, she inhales sharply, and as Michael binds her eyes, I flick the falls, snapping the leather, letting the sound work its magic on her imagination.

Michael stands behind her, smiling slightly. Cocking his head to watch her blind face, he strokes a single finger over her distended lips, circling her pretty pussy. Mia’s mouth flings wide, what emerges somewhere between a wail and a whimper, punctuated by her panting.

Flogger in hand, I consider my target. An attractive ass is topped by two equally attractive dimples, framing one side and the other of her tailbone.

I chose this flogger for the quality of the falls: soft, supple tresses with a suede-like finish: capable of caressing the skin, kissing the flesh or, if need be, delivering the pain many subs crave…

What does she want?

And how much?

Does she even know?

Probably not.

A jerk of the chin to Michael and he moves to one side, giving me access to her displayed ass.

With the dimples as my start mark, I draw the falls the length of her, trailing along her spine, kissing her skin with the leather. She shivers, shifting as though to turn and see. But now, Michael presses his palm between her shoulders, holding her until she settles.

Repeating my manoeuvre, I trace her outline, swishing over hip and waist. At the shoulder, I flick, the lightest of strokes. Then again at her thighs, twitching the tresses to flutter over her sex.

Her mouth is open, her panting increasing. All the while, Michael continues his erotic torment of her engorged pussy, gaping and inviting.

A temptation for any man…

The thought is stirring, reminding me that my pants are an uncomfortably tight fit.

I flick again, a touch harder, then harder again, now squarely over her pinkly-glowing cheeks.

Enough warm-up…

I lash. With a Crack! of leather on muscle, the falls bite, laying fiery stripes on already heated flesh.

Mia lurches and screams, her mouth wide, head flinging back…

… and I pause. “What’s your colour, Mia?”

*panting*

“Green, sir.”

“Good.” And I lash again… She shrieks and arches…

… then stills…

… and falls silent.

She’s coming?

Mia’s knuckles are white where she grips the horse. Arms straining, biceps knotting, her face tilts upward ...

Michael steps smartly around, whipping off the blindfold, then gripping her chin, peers close into her staring eyes and face. One hand snakes out to check her pulse.

After a short while, he mouths silently to me. Flying.

I join him, standing side by side…

… and we hold and wait and watch as Mia, her pupils all but swallowing her blind-sighted eyes, quakes and shudders.

Until, after long seconds, the light of day washes over her face again.

Her gaze flickers between me and Michael. Blinking, she smiles a slow, gradual smile.

And that’s our cue.

Scooping her up in his arms, Michael carries her to the bed, more or less dumping her there on hands and knees. Stepping to one side, his teeth very white against his tan, he reaches for his belt.

 

*****

 

Chapter Eight - Mia

My lungs pump like bellows. I’m streaming sweat. And inside my head, something roars. Nonetheless, I’m still floating in a pink haze.

At some level, I know my ass hurts like the blazes…

I’m going to pay for this tomorrow…

Who gives a damn?

I’ve read about subspace, but I’d not remotely expected to go through it the very first time I tried this. Everything about the experience was… extraordinary.

And now, on all fours, I watch, half-hypnotised as this astonishingly handsome man fishes into a pocket for something, then unbuckles his belt, unbuttons the fly and a humongous erection springs free. Mesmerised, I can only stare at the huge red-purple shaft, mapped blue with bulging veins, a seeping droplet glistening at the head…

And it’s all for me…

Rolling onto the bed, flat out on his back, he tears open the something with his teeth, then rolls latex over flesh.

Michael’s erection stands proud, vibrating to a heartbeat pulse. He pats the mattress next to him. “You going to climb aboard, Mia?”

Christ, yes…

Crawling across on all fours, at the last moment, I hesitate.

His eyes soften. “Alright?” He offers out a hand, then throws me another of his blinding smiles…

What am I worrying about?

And my hesitation dissolves. Swinging a leg across, I straddle his flagpole groin.

Kneeling upright, I hold, savouring the odd sense of power it gives me. Supposedly, I’m the submissive one in this…

The subs have the power…

… the Doms have the control…

I never quite understood that. Now I do.

Michael offers out both hands, steadying me as carefully, slowly, I lower myself onto him.

He makes no attempt to thrust into me, to take me, instead, lying calmly, letting me take my time. As his cockhead kisses my entrance, his eyelids droop and he draws in air. But then, as I descend, as his engorged shaft stretches me, I find myself biting my lip.

He’s fucking huge…

It feels fucking wonderful.

Deeper inside me I take him. And deeper still. Then, withdrawing. I twist a little, rotating my hips, before taking him again. I’d thought I was open and ready for him, but there’s a lot of him to take. I’m fluid and flowing, slippery and hot. My thighs are shiny with my own honey and now, looking down, I see it on him, glistening into the blond thatch at his groin.

And at last, I’m home. He’s fully inside me. With a release of air, I settle for a moment.

“Comfortable, Mia?”

“Oh, God, yes.”

His gaze passes, once more, behind me. Footsteps sound and I twist to follow. A hand grips my shoulder. “Lean forward, Mia. All the way.”

My chest tightens.

My throat too.

Have I bitten off more than I can chew?

I asked for them both…

I drop forward to rest on my palms, Michael still deep inside me. “Don’t try to move, Mia,” he murmurs. “Let us do the work.”

He’s already moving. Hips undulating gently, not thrusting as such. Simply easing in and out of me. Back and forth. Setting me on my way.

From behind me, a sound: a liquid sound, followed by a buzz. Something cold brushes at my rear. A fluid chill flirts at my rear entrance, and I startle.

The chill trickles down overheated labia. Something probes, then pushes, inside me, a finger perhaps, easing in and out a couple of times. Then, briefly thrusting; twice, thrice, four times; it circles; wider and larger, dilating the muscle. My breathing judders. Then Michael’s does too as, reflexively, I clench.

“You still want both of us together?” he murmurs.

“Yes.”

“Stay calm, then. James is warming you up first. Let yourself relax. You can’t do this if you’re uptight. Or if you did, it wouldn’t be enjoyable for you.”

And of course…

He’s right…

Breathing deep, I focus on the movement inside me, the sheer sensual pleasure being gifted me by this beautiful man. He palms my cheek with one hand, palms a breast with the other.

Kneading and massaging with his fingers, he thumbs at the nipple, flicking the already hard nub. Every movement spikes through me, setting pussy twitching, and grabbing gurgles from my throat. And all the while, he moves inside me, still not truly thrusting, but instead, winding himself around. The pressure of the huge shaft within spirals and shifts. Somehow, Michael rubs at my g-spot and my gurgles grow louder.

He chuckles, removing his palm from my cheek, gliding down to my clit. It’s the gentlest of movements: a slick fingertip circling the root of my bud, nudging one way and the other, eyes crinkling as I mewl, then moan.

At the back, abruptly, the finger withdraws, leaving me feeling oddly empty. But almost immediately, the wet chill returns, more intense now. Something hums, then the hum presses to me, morphing to a buzz which tickles over my skin for a moment, before steadily, inch by inch, it impales me.

No finger this, the vibrator is thicker, longer. Deeper it penetrates, and deeper, withdrawing briefly, then re-penetrating, twisting one way and the other as remorselessly, it opens me.

The buzz ripples over my skin, a vibration that intensifies every other sensation. Everything is… connected… Deep inside my core, it pierces me. It shivers my flesh, flirts over my clit, quivers and trembles through bone and muscle.

Oh, God…

From behind, a hand strokes my hair. James’ voice. “Colour, Mia?”

“I’m good, sir. Green. I’m green.”

The hand leaves me. Behind me, once again, the rip of foil. Michael falls still, then wraps his arms around my shoulders, drawing me close. “Head down, ass up, Mia,” he whispers.

The vibe still buzzing merrily, paired hands reach around my waist and pelvis, adjusting my position. The mattress shifts, settling under the weight of the body moving close behind me. Knees move between my own, and the warmth of a human body presses against my thighs; male flesh, the hardness of the poised shaft unmistakable.

Movement…

The vibration ceases…

… the vibe withdraws…

The slick sound of lube on flesh, then fluid coolth once more on my skin.

Fingers at my butt-cheeks, drawing them apart…

The satin-steel touch of an erection…

… and slowly, gradually…

… James enters me…

A bare inch. Maybe less.

Then he withdraws…

… and repenetrates… more deeply now…

And withdraws… And repenetrates…

“Breathe, Mia,” says Michael.

Reflexively, I gasp in air. I’d not realised I was holding my breath.

“Out, then in again.”

And finally… finally… his groin pressed hard against my ass, James is fully inside me…

Both men are fully inside me…

It’s intense…

So intense… This sensation of being completely filled; three human bodies in the space where normally there would be one.

Michael reaches for me with his mouth in a warm kiss. As he breaks away, “Stay as you are. Don’t try to move.”

And as though they cued each other, the men move in tandem. Together they withdraw, then re-enter. It’s a measured, unhurried thing. There’s no urgency. No sense that this might not take all night.

I’d thought it might hurt, this repeated double penetration and…

…and?

… withdrawal?

But there’s no pain. I’m aroused beyond description, my body open and ready, my sex streaming and sensitive.

It’s an exquisitely physical act, and yet, I feel almost disembodied. As our bodies rock and move together, all I hear is the sleek sound of sweat-saturated skin and a growing roar inside my head…

James and Michael, as one, pick up the pace, the easy penetration becoming real thrusting. Michael’s shaft pumps me from the front, James’ erection from the back. I think I’m clenching, but I’m not sure. The myriad of sensations meld together into a single, all-consuming whole.

Belatedly, I realise Michael is staring hard into my eyes, the question written there.

“I’m okay. Really, I’m fine.” Then as the orchestra strikes up inside, I laugh. “I’m better than fine. It’s… Ahhh…”

I’ve run out of words…

 

*****

 

Chapter Nine - Michael

For a woman who’s never done this before, Mia’s doing well. I don’t think she descended completely from her first climax.

Her face is shiny with perspiration, droplets splashing down onto me, still carrying her body heat. The sex-flush covers her breasts and chest and belly. I’m not sure if she even realises she’s wailing.

With every timed stroke from me and James, the wail rises in pitch and tempo.

James, pelvis thrusting, holding her at the hips, watches himself entering and withdrawing. He’s crimson-faced, his hair plastered to his forehead, sweat streaking down his neck and chest. Taking a few moments to lean around, he checks her out sidelong for several seconds, then nods and picks up the pace.

Mia’s eyes squeeze closed, something gargling from her throat. Then she blinks open again, meeting me.

“I’m okay,” she says. “Really, I’m fine.” Then she throws out something between a laugh and a groan. “I’m better than fine. It’s… Ahhh…”

She grabs for my shoulders, nails biting in, digging in, with the rhythm of James’ ever-increasing strokes. Arching, she’s beginning to spasm inside.

I match James, thrusting harder and deeper. Mia’s wails grow to howls, and the howls to screams. Ramming her now, I plunge deep, fathoming her with every stroke. Her arousal is volcanic, her cunt clutching at me with a muscular strength and a liquid suction that bathes my shaft, then spills hot and fluid, streaming juices scalding over my groin and thighs.

She’s trembling violently, brinking with a vengeance. If she’d not already climaxed only minutes ago, she’d surely be there by now.

Nodding to James, I push her up a fraction at the hips and he eases her with me, giving me a little more clearance to thrust up.

Ram-rodding her, I’m colliding with her inner walls. Her screams grow louder, then slipping my hand between us, once more I find her clit.

It’s small and hard, the hood drawn back, and as I pinch at the tiny spike, she shrieks.

Rising up from her hands, breaking my hold on her, she flings her head back, mouth wide. Her spine pressed to James’ chest, still deep inside her, he locks one arm around her waist, and with the other, takes over where I left off, fingering at her bud.

She’s all out of control, trying to convulse. James still fucks her from behind, me from below.

I’m beginning to lose it. My balls are tight and pressured, and growing more so.

James’ control too, is failing. Lips peeling back, he raises his face ceilingward then, with a grunt, drops his head forward into the nook of Mia’s shoulder and neck. Hips grinding in, he…

Fuck!

… with a spasm which takes me by balls and belly, I shoot. Grabbing the girl at the thighs, I drag her down tight, corkscrewing up into her. In the intensely pleasurable, quite indescribable moment, I fire a volley, then another, and…

… and…

Oh, Christ…

… another…

… before flopping back, swiping sweat from my eyes, I try to rattle my brain back into position.

And Mia’s still Coming…

James, somehow, has retained enough control to keep working her. He’s clearly done himself, but he’s still fingering her…

“Stop!” She shrieks. “I can’t stand it! Red! Red!”

And with a huff of laughter, he pulls clear, then flops onto the bed beside me.

 

*****

 

Chapter Ten - James

For several minutes, we simply lie there, regaining our breath. Michael slings an arm around Mia’s shoulder, drawing her close in. I’m not fooled, but then I know him of old. He’s checking her heartbeat.

Surreptitiously, I check the state of her backside…

Hmmm…

First timer…

Maybe I should have laid off a bit sooner…

Perhaps Michael divines my expression. Rolling the girl onto her stomach, he checks her out himself, delivers me a look…

… then reaches for his bag of tricks.

Tipping a little oil into his palms, he rubs his hands together. “Lie quietly, Mia. Let me loosen you up.”

He glides palms over thighs and buttocks, giving some attention to the swelling on her butt. She lies quietly for a minute or so, then groans, burying her face into the pillow. When she re-emerges, “You’ve done that before.”

“Once or twice. Among other things, I’m a trained masseur.”

She sighs then, talking partly into the pillow, “So, you guys do this kind of thing regularly? I mean, Chloe told me you do, but I didn’t quite…”

“We’re here, typically, a couple of times a week,” I say.

She semi-twists, looking up at me. “And… you’re single? There’s no Mrs James or Mrs Michael out there?”

I suppress the urge to growl.

Why would the girl know any better?

Not her fault…

“No, we…”

Michael interrupts. “We’re both single. And both James and I like to keep our lives uncomplicated.” He runs matched palms up along her ribs, thumbs working into the muscles, well to either side of the vertebrae.

He moves up to her shoulders. “What about you, Mia? You’ve had your fantasy. I trust we… um… lived up to your expectations…”

She gurgles, giggles and nods.

“… Think you might do it again?”

She inhales, long and slow. “I might. I just might at that. I need to think about it. My head’s full of hormones and god-knows-what right now. I know I’m not thinking clearly.”

“Very sensible,” I say. “If you want to make a habit of this kind of thing, go into it with your eyes open. And if you’re looking for more than plain sex, if you want…” I raise fingers with twinned air commas… “… a relationship, find yourself a good Dom, one who’s compatible with you and is also looking for something long-term.”

Michael slaps her rump, and she yelps. “That’ll do for now,” he says. Then, “Talk to Chloe. She’ll tell you who of the Doms here can be trusted.”

She blinks then, rolling over to sit up, hugs her knees. “Do you think you would ever stop doing this? I mean, if you weren’t single? Is it all just fun for you? Don’t you want a real relationship? With the right woman, I mean.”

I’m disinclined to answer. My last relationship left me sour, and I know it. My reply wouldn’t be worth much.

Michael shrugs. “Who knows?” Then he grins. “I can’t imagine being so attracted to a single woman that I’d want to give up…” He flings out an arm, gesturing out to the watchers outside the viewing port… “… all the others.”

“But if you did find the right woman?”

His grin fades. “I don’t know, Mia. How could I answer that unless I’d met her?”

 

*****

 

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