“I need in you,” he said as he scrambled to his feet.
“Yess…” I hissed, feeling loose limbed and fucking high from what he’d done to me. All those many glancing touches had culminated in this. I didn’t argue or quibble when he sat on the stool and locked the wheels, I just climbed onto him like it was the most natural thing in the world. I grabbed his dick by its base, rubbed my cunt on his crown, and then sank down. And all the while, I stared into those fathomless green eyes that seemed to hold a world of wisdom within them. I don’t know why, but I felt every single one of his words now that the more immediate nag of sexual tension had been somewhat satisfied.
Somewhat.
I moved in closer, and he watched my every movement, moving forward to meet my kiss as I felt him reach his hilt.
“Fuck, Marlow…” I said, touching his skull like it was made of glass, almost afraid to move and ruin this perfect feeling.
He was my Marlow, whatever that meant, and I was his. We were joined, by instinct, by fate, by some hormonal glitch brought on by transition—I didn’t care. He was so beautiful and he felt so fucking good, and as I watched his tough guy mask drop, I saw he felt the same. He looked at me like I hung the moon, not realising I knew he’d done the stars. The skirt of my dress cloaked the two of us, hiding us from the outside, protecting what we had. And we moved in perfect sync, until we touched it.
There was something eternal about the pleasure that came. It went beyond his fingers digging into my hips and holding me to him as he emptied into me, my cunt snapping around him in lazy, endless waves of the most delicate and complete bliss. I wasn’t just my body, I was in him as much as he was in me, and when our bodies finally gave up, I collapsed onto his chest and he held me.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”
I looked up, dazed, to see a very sweaty Jake standing in the doorway. It took me forever to put it all together—the door, him, his shirtless, dripping body, the band, the concert, my promise to Jake…court. I looked down at my dress, at Marlow, almost surprised by what I saw.
“You OK?” Marlow said when I cried out a little as he pulled out. It didn’t hurt, but I didn’t want it to end. Pulling out meant breaking apart and putting ourselves back together—separately.
“Ooh, I like this,” Jake said, sliding a hand into the back slit and placing a hand on my arse. “No knickers? You naughty little minx. Tell me you’re going commando tonight.”
“Get off her,” Marlow said, straightening up. “Get in the bath in the next room and clean up. You’ll stain the fabric of her dress.”
“Oh no, I’m quite happy here.” I swatted his hands away, but they came back with twice the force, two hands on me now.
“You get cleaned up quick, you’ll be on clean up duty. I’ve got something for you to wear too.”
“Mmm mm…cream pie is my favourite dessert. You got yourself a deal, Mar.”
I watched Jake disappear into the other room with a graceful lope. The tattoos that sprawled across his shoulders stood out more starkly in the harsh light here.
“Clean up?” I said weakly.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want, but, Kira, I played a game with you this afternoon because I knew I could create a safe space for you to experiment. You could submit to me, and it didn’t matter. No one saw, it had no meaning to it.” He saw my horrified expression and smiled. “Not like that. I meant I’m not going to order you around or string you along like that all the time. It was just a scene, just play, and now it’s done. But Jake… You take him into court the way he wants you to, that’s going to start a whole new one. One much more complex with a lot more ramifications. So, I figure we’d try something small here. Let you test it out, see how it fits. Is it hot? Do you feel comfortable with it? Is Jake OK with it? In here, you have a support network, but out there, you don’t.”
“You should have been my preceptor, shouldn’t you? Johnno’s too close to everything.”
“We all are, love. All of us are waiting to teach you something, whether you want it or not.”
“So what?” I said, looking at the door, hearing the cheerful sounds of splashing in there. “You’re gonna get him to lick the cum out of me?”
“No, love, you are.”
He watched me ponder that idea. It seemed so fucking far out that I couldn’t believe it possible. Like, I knew there was a weird and wild world of porn out there and Rule 34, but seriously?
“You don’t have to do shit. I’ll give you some underwear and the means to clean up, and you can collar Jake and take it as it comes.”
“Or?”
“Or you command him to do something that’s kinda intense and weird, and that turns him on. You might do it for his benefit only. That’s something people who don’t get involved in power plays don’t understand. Topping someone often means being generous, thinking of what they want, creating scenes that will secretly get them off, forcing them to do what they really want to. You might do this for yourself. We both know you like getting eaten out. What might that feel like when you’re all slick and swollen? Still sensitive from having me buried in you?”
He watched my pretty shoes shift as I considered his words, his teeth biting down on his lip for a second.
I didn’t get a chance to answer, as a very wet, very naked Jake threw the door open and stood in the doorway, regarding both of us with hungry eyes.
16
“Damn, butterfly…” Jake said, pacing towards me. “You look good enough to eat.”
He was gorgeous, Jake. He didn’t have a super bulky frame, but there wasn’t an inch of softness on him. He was all long and lean, except where it mattered the most. He grinned when he saw me take in his hard dick, wrapping his hands around the thick shaft and giving it a stroke.
“These are for you,” Marlow said, holding out a pair of red leather pants.
“What are…?” Jake paused, taking in the unique design. A zipper ran along what would be the back central seam. You’d be able to unzip it and help yourself to his arse with very little effort, and when he turned them around, Marlow demonstrated the fly functionality, which would make it possible for him to pull his hard on out without opening his pants. “Damn, Mar, I want these in every colour. Thanks.”
We both watched as he shimmied into them, drawing them up over his lean hips and then trying out the dick flap. His cock poked out, lying hard and held at an angle by the leather.
“Padded knees?” he asked, testing the fabric and his range of movement. Marlow nodded. “Better test them out then.”
Jake dropped down before me, not yet touching, just at the perimeter of my dress.
“Man, I am gonna enjoy this…” Jake mumbled to himself as he reached out to part the fabric.
“Stop, Jake.”
My voice was firm and clear, his hand freezing the moment I said the words. Safe, sane, and consensual, Vervain had said. Well, this was safe enough, but the rest?
“What are you OK with?” I asked, because that’s what people did, didn’t they? Checked in with the submissive? “What are your limits?”