"Kevin wonders when
you'll be done."
I put the flogger down. "Not yet," I say flatly, closing the distance between Evangeline and me. There's no talking of subspace yet—way too soon—but she's still not quite here.
She's riding on some wave of euphoria. "It's going to be a while. Talk to Nicholas."
He'll understand. I know he will. To distract the girl in front of me, I cup her luscious tits and pluck at her nipples. She squirms, eyes closed, and lolls her head from side to side. Damn, she's really sexy.
"Brayden, come here." He's with me in a flash, his green eyes darker than before. His muscles are taut, his jaw tense. One might think it's anger—perhaps at having another man touching his girlfriend—but that’s not it. He's beyond turned on. "Release her hands, pet."
"Yes, Sir." He gets started right a
way, and I keep playing with Evangeline's tits, this time letting my mouth get some action, too. The moan that slips through her lips when I suck a nipple between my teeth is enough to turn my already-hard cock into steel. But this isn't about me.
"Do you like it when I suck on her breasts, Brayden?" I squeeze them and let my teeth sink into her flesh deep enough for her to whimper. Then I let my tongue soothe the sting.
"I—" He hesitates.
Conflicted
. "It's complicated, Sir," he whispers.
I don’t think it is. "Come." I pull him in front of me and reach under his arms to massage Evangeline's wrists
, now resting idle at her sides. "You love her," I murmur in his ear. Getting a whiff of his musky scent—soap, man, arousal—I nearly groan. "You want to see her this way—out of control, needy, ready to beg for a good, hard fuck—because it's what
she
wants."
"Please," Evangeline whimpers.
Ignoring her pleas, I let go of her wrists and place my hands on Brayden's shoulders. "You see how badly she wants it, don’t you?" Slowly, I slide my hands down his arms. "And just because you're not the one dominating her doesn’t mean you're not giving it to her. Think about it." Covering his hands with mine, I bring them to her hips. "Most boyfriends would refuse." I guide our right hands down to her pussy, eliciting a gasp from her and a sharp exhale from him. "But you don’t, and this is the reward. You feel how wet she is for us?"
"Yes, Sir," he groans as I coax our middle fingers inside her. "Oh, fuck."
Evangeline keeps begging, and we keep ignoring her. When she lifts her hands, I give her a stern look that has her lowering them again. I knew she was going to go for that, anyway. It's time to restrain her again, but this time I'll use something a bit more intimate—a bit more personal.
"Don’t stop, pet," I tell Brayden before I slip out my finger. With Evangeline watching, I suck that finger into my mouth and moan quietly at the taste. The taste of pussy and whatever
bodywash she uses. "Feel free to talk to her. I bet she likes dirty words whispered in her ear."
"She does," he admits
and leans in. Meanwhile, I pull my shirt over my head and twist it until it's a firm, thick rope. Then I walk around the cross and gather her hands behind the smooth wood and tie her wrists together.
We both whisper in her ear
as I tie the knot.
"
You're so wet."
"
Imagine it's my hands holding yours together."
"
You like it when Sir uses you,
ma belle
."
I tie her down hard, the fabric going over, between, and around.
"Dirty fucking girl."
"
You like Brayden's fingers, kitten? I know you do, but you want more."
In the end, she's pantin
g again, testing her bindings. I'm willing to bet our whispers make her head spin, not quite sure who is whispering what. But it doesn’t matter; all she needs to know is we're both toying with her. And I'm in charge of them as a couple…
It
's a heady feeling.
Returning to Evangeline's front, I order Brayden to kneel before his girl's pussy, and satisfaction courses through me when he doesn’t even hesitate. He just drops. "
I want you to use your mouth and tongue like you do when you're kissing her. Make out with her pussy."
I watch as his tongue delves deeply between her smooth folds, his mouth closing over
the entrance. More tongue. Some sucking on her lips. Nibbling. Circling her clit. Nuzzling it.
"I want to come," Evangeline
begs breathlessly. "Please, Sir!"
"Silence."
The sight is intoxicating, but I find myself wanting more. "Enough." I thread my fingers through Brayden's hair and tug. "Stand up." He does, while his chest heaves. Both subs are covered in a light sheen of sweat, and they're equally desperate for a release. The fact that only I can grant it to them makes me feel ten feet tall. "Brayden, release Evangeline's hands again."
I don't explain my plans, my actions,
or my commands. A big part of the appeal for the subs is the not knowing what's next.
While he gets busy, I walk over to the ottoman and sit down. I'd push down my pants if I was sure they wouldn’t freak out. But as it is, we haven't discussed anything at length, and I doubt s
ex is on the table for me tonight.
I
nterrupting a scene for negotiating isn't my style. It happens, but I don’t want it to happen in this particular scene. Evangeline and Brayden are surrendering to me so perfectly; I don’t want to bring them out of it. So, I keep my jeans on, and once Evangeline is freed, I motion for her to come to me.
"I want you in my
lap, kitten." I pat my thigh. "Your back to my chest."
She takes a few
, quick, tiptoed steps over, excitement in her eyes, and plops down on my lap, her bubble ass pressing enticingly against my hard cock. Fuck me—my eyes nearly roll back in my head. I need to focus here, not to get off.
"No more restraints?" I'm pretty sure there's a pout in her soft voice.
Sweet, unassuming little sub.
Leaning forward and wrapping my fingers around her ankles, I move her feet to anchor them
behind my calves; then I spread my legs, forcing her legs to spread, too. Next, I gather her wrists behind her back and hold them in place with my left hand. My right hand snakes around her narrow waist, ending up splayed over her soft stomach.
"Try to move your arms
." I keep my voice low as I breathe in her sweet scent. My lips brush over her slightly damp neck. "Give me a struggle." When she realizes there's no escaping my hold on her, she starts to breathe heavily, shallowly, rapidly. "That’s right." With an open-mouthed kiss to her shoulder, I let my teeth scrape over her skin. "And with Brayden's face between your thighs, you won't be able to move your legs, either." I give him a pointed look, one that tells him to come here and kneel down before Evangeline.
"
Oh, putain, ce que j'en ai envie
," she moans in…French, evidently. Her entire body melts into mine, her head lolling back to my shoulder. It's a surrender I can taste in the air. She simply gives herself up to…
us
, as it is.
"Fuck, I love this," Brayden mumbles and slides his hands up his girlfriend's smooth thighs. His eyes are trained solely on her pussy; he licks his lips, then looks up at me for further instruction.
Good boy
. I give him a firm nod.
Lick her up
.
The first stroke of Brayden's tongue along Evangeline's pussy causes her to jump in my arms, but I hold her steady. She's completely at my mercy. They both are. They do as I say. Their pleasure belongs to me.
And my mind wanders to Brayden's pleasure.
Would he take it from me?
I've never given a fuck about gender. Submission turns me on; it doesn’t matter if it's a man or a woman. Going by physical attraction alone, I'm more drawn to women. A lot more. But if we have a common interest in the lifestyle, the lines of gender blur together—in my opinion. When I had my first sexual encounter with a man, who happened to be the Dom who trained me years ago, it wasn’t a startling discovery to find out I was attracted to him. I think my childhood has something to do with that, because in my family, sexuality and preference have always been something you accept, without question. My parents lead their own little lifestyle, hence the laidback attitude with which we were brought up.
As for Brayden…I find him very attractive. His sharp jaw and taut body
give him a sexy edge, and I'm even more drawn to the softness in his pale green eyes.
Reading Brayden on that particular subject isn't the
easiest though, I reluctantly admit, and I wouldn’t want to ruin the scene for him by grasping his cock if that’s not his thing. But he does deserve to come—just like Evangeline does—so I only see one solution at this moment.
"That’s enough for now, Brayden," I murmur. He doesn’t look happy about backing away, but he does it. He also manages to mask his disappointment quickly, and that pleases me. They may be new in BDSM, but they have done
some
homework. They're also naturally submissive; pleasing a Dominant comes easily for them.
Ignoring Evangeline's moan of
protest, I lower her slightly between my legs, my forearms hooked where her knees bend—literally playing the part of stirrups—and expose her further for Brayden. My erection strains in my jeans against her lower back, and fuck me if she doesn’t squirm against it.
Again, she tests her
leg restraints, but it's futile. She's not going anywhere. In this position, her knees nearly touch her shoulders; she's deliciously spread open.
"What color are we, pets?" I ask.
"Green, Sir!" Evangeline mewls.
Brayden bobs his head, breathing heavily. "Green, Sir."
Satisfied, I continue. "Do you want to get fucked, kitten?" I whisper in her ear, though I keep my eyes locked on Brayden.
While she whimpers and nods furiously, her
boyfriend visibly shudders. His cock throbs. With Brayden kneeling and Evangeline restrained by me between my legs, they're at the perfect level for each other. She will have to take whatever I tell Brayden to give her.
"There are condoms here." I jerk my chin to the bowl on the floor. Even if they're protected and clean, we always use condoms in the club.
Undeterred, Brayden swipes a foil packet, tears it open, and rolls the rubber down his length. He doesn’t waste time
as soon as I've given him permission. Closing the distance, he places his hands on Evangeline's waist and guides his cock inside her.
"Fuck," he grits out, setting a fast pace. Uninhibited and needy, he use
s his girl's body for his pleasure. Because he has my permission to do so. "So good, Lina." His mumbled nickname for Evangeline fits her. It's the first time I've heard it, but I can see it. She's definitely his Lina.
M
y kitten.
Chin
tucked to her chest, she cries out as Brayden hammers into her. Each and every thrust is like torture on my cock, seeing as I can fucking feel them.
"Rub her clit
," I tell Brayden. He obeys and circles the pad of his thumb around and over Evangeline's swollen clit. She's wet beyond words, and I know it won't be long before both climax. "Pinch it—not too hard." She's already so sensitive.
"Please!" Evangeline starts to spasm, her body tensing in my hold. Through moans and wails, she begs to come. "Oh, God—
please
, Sir! I need to come so bad!" She thrashes—well, tries—and locks her right arm around my neck. "I need…" With a tilt of her head, she reaches up and kisses my throat.
My chest rumbles with a low groan
; without thinking, I lean down and crash my mouth to hers. It's pure fucking need that surges through me, and I think it's the first time in years—if not ever—that I'm actually not a hundred percent in control of myself. I kiss her fiercely, pushing my tongue into her mouth, eager to taste her.
Mint. Cherry
. Soft lips moving with mine. I moan when she tangles her fingers in my hair.
Meanwhile, Brayden speeds up and cries out.
"Come," I rasp into the kiss. "Both of you. Come now."
Evangeline gasps and throws her head back to my shoulder, immediately
sobbing out hoarse screams as she comes. My jaw ticks with tension; her body is just too fucking delectable to watch. At the same time, I can't look away. Her entire being convulses and trembles. When I look down to where she's joined with Brayden, I see how she's drenching him in arousal.
Jesus fucking Christ
. And Brayden's next. With clenched teeth and eyes squeezed shut, he delivers a few more jerky thrusts before he stills.
A few moments pass in silence, the outside world slowly making itself known again. The heavy beat of some metal band, more screams
, a lot of begging, Mistress Judy's taunting chuckle, a sub pleading for a Master's bullwhip, and low murmurs of spectators watching various scenes.
"You all right
?" I caress Evangeline's cheek, and she nods sleepily in response. Glancing at Brayden, I ask the same question, and he breathes out a yes. "Good." Not that we're done here. There's still aftercare, and I'd like to offer them some help since they're new in the community. "You can both get dressed, and then we'll get a drink together."