It’s ten am and I’ve just woken to find your handwritten card on the pillow next to me.
‘Sorry. X’
For some reason, I just can’t get last night’s events out of my head. I don’t know why, I’ve dealt with your jealousy before but the way you were in the car, it was different, harsher. The lines that we’ve drawn in the sand were eroded and in the light of day, I don’t know how I feel about that, even with your apology. Sometimes I don’t get how your mind ticks. Why is it okay for Adam but not for Ethan? What sways your decisions between a yes and a no? I want to please you but when the ground is constantly moving, how do I keep a steady footing? My thoughts are disturbed by a text alert.
Let me make it up to you. Wear the red cocktail dress. I’ll send a car for 10 pm x
I toy with the idea of saying no but it doesn’t sit well.
‘Okay.’ I omit the ‘x’.
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The night is barely warm but even with the air-con working full blast in the car, I feel the sweat beading on my forehead, nerves perhaps? Within half an hour we are winding down a country lane which is unusually busy for this time of night. We follow a trail of expensive cars as they turn into a driveway that leads us through an expanse of manicured lawns until we arrive in front of a large country manor. Outside, there is a line of people wearing masquerade masks and dressed in dinner suits and cocktail dresses.
‘Amelie.’ I hear your voice but it takes me a moment to recognise you beneath your mask.
‘Hello.’ You lean in for a kiss, leaving the crisp scent of cologne lingering in the air. ‘Here, you need to wear this, allow me.’ The mask you place on me is beautiful, a Venetian mix of red flowers and feathers that matches my dress perfectly.
‘What is this?’ I ask.
‘You’ll see, come.’ I take your hand and follow you to the entrance. We’re met by a hostess dressed top to toe in glamour. She hands us each an NDA with accompanying rules. I skim-read and sign it, it’s clear that whatever you have in mind for me tonight will be anything but ordinary.
You lead me into the manor house and I’m taken aback by the timeless elegance of yesteryear. Chandeliers sparkle above us and the marble floor gleams. You grab two glasses of champagne from a tray and move us towards the edge of the room.
‘Amelie, I’m sorry it got out of hand last night.’ Your breath tickles my ear as you lean in close. ‘I know it’s not an excuse, it’s just Ethan. He and I have a history that I don’t wish to share with you but when I said that he’s not good for you I meant it.’
‘I…’ I try to speak but you talk over me.
‘I love you and I’ll always protect you.’
I try again. ‘It didn’t feel that way in the car.’
‘You didn’t appear to mind though. If anything you seemed to enjoy me telling you what to do. Just as you always do.’
You’re right of course, I didn’t mind. Not in the heat of the moment, sucking your cock, making you come. Having you fuck me over the bonnet did feel good. But in the light of day, I examined what else I had felt and that was an undercurrent of fear. I can’t tell you that now though, I don’t want to break the spell that has us bound together.
‘It was different, you know that. If you didn’t you wouldn’t be apologising and we wouldn’t be here. Talking of which, why are we here?’ Bringing me to a place full of blurred boundaries makes no sense.
‘You know me, Amelie, I need to be in control but I see that I went too far last night. I brought you here to show you that I’m still me. You can be who and what you want without fear. I’ve brought you to play and I promise you that there will never be a repeat of last night.’ You pull me in close. ‘Tonight, you’re in control.’
As you speak you trace your fingers down my spine then slip them beneath my dress and between my thighs. I melt at the sensation as you tug my panties to one side and slide those fingers into my wet pussy. Why am I always wet when you’re around? ‘Whoever you want to play with, I don’t mind.’
This is turning out to be one hell of an apology.
We spend the next hour or so drinking while enjoying the relaxed vibe. I almost forget that this isn’t a regular party but as the night continues layers of clothing are peeled away along with any pretences of respectability. My cocktail dress is soon abandoned on top of your suit and it’s time to explore. You follow me through a maze of hallways as I open doors and flit between the rooms. In one there are couples, fully dressed and quietly talking. In another, there is a group of people watching a lithe young man and an exceptionally flexible woman fucking on a bed. I’m fascinated by the contrast and more importantly, I’m absolutely and completely turned on.
We arrive at the last room, which is dimly lit. There is a large wooden chair padded with cushions and with handcuffs attached to the armrests. Opposite, there is a kingsize four-poster bed and, spread across the red throw, a fully naked male. I mutter an apology and turn to leave but you grab me by the arm.
‘It’s okay, Amelie. I told you. Whatever you want, tonight it’s your turn to choose.’
My heart picks up the pace– dare I? I take another look at the man. He’s in his thirties at a guess, not overly muscular but certainly not out of shape and there’s something about him that’s drawing me in. I half expect him to speak but I remember one of the golden rules, women must make the first move. I look back at you, checking for those micro signals that give me warning. No eye twitches, no stony silence, just a glint that tells me it’s game on. This is new for both of us! I try my best at sounding confident.
‘May we join you?’
The man responds, ‘Sure. Just I don’t…’ he leaves the sentence hanging in the air and glances over at you. I get the point. I bite my lip while I figure out how best to approach this but you make it easy for me.
‘Why don’t I sit there while you hop onto the bed.’ You take a seat on the padded chair placing your wrists on the armrests. Fuck! I’ve never handcuffed you before but now that we are here, it seems like the most natural thing to do. After all, you told me it was my turn to be in control. Once you’re strapped in I take a few deep breaths to centre myself.
‘Are you sure?’ my voice quivers but your smile steadies my nerves.
You test the strength of the restraints, ‘One hundred per cent sure.’
I move towards the bed, my tummy churning with the mix of awkwardness and intense excitement. I’m still wearing my black lace bra and sheer panties that are now soaked through. The man kneels up on the mattress and I can see he is a fair bit taller than you.
‘I’m Michael or Mike, whichever you prefer.’ Closer up I see he’s perhaps closer to forty. Definitely a Mike, not a Michael.
‘Amelie, nice to meet you.’ I cringe at my formality.
‘Are you new to this?’ he tries to put me at ease. How do I explain it? New to being in control, yes. New to sharing myself with a man, no. I keep quiet.
‘It’s okay,’ he pats the bed, ‘I’ll take it at your speed.’
I take my place in front of him, both of us on our knees, facing one another and me with my back towards you. I’m close enough that I can feel his whisky breath on my face and I wonder if he can hear my heart racing. He touches my flushed cheek and lifts my chin with his thumb.
‘You are stunning. Absolutely stunning.’
I expect him to go in for a kiss but instead, he trails his fingers down my neckline and then brings them down to the top of my breasts which are pushed up by the lingerie. His touch is as gentle as snowfall. He slides his hands around and unhooks my bra with ease. The fire that burns in his eyes draws me in further, my desire mounting fast. I touch him tentatively feeling along his strong shoulders, down his smooth chest and in turn, he explores my body front and back. He rubs my bullet nipples between his fingers, caresses my lower back and then returns to my breasts, cupping and squeezing them. Holy shit, it feels good.
‘Take these off,’ Mike orders me while helping me wiggle out of the panties. ‘Now turn around.’
I comply, still kneeling with him at my rear, his arms wrapping around my waist, kisses falling on the slope of my neck as I tilt my head to one side. And all the while I’m keeping eye contact with you. The push of Mike’s cock against my ass and the sight of you with all those rigid inches ready to fuck, yet not being able to do anything about it is empowering. In that moment I get it, I understand your desire for control.
Mike moves a hand down to my pussy and slides his fingers in, a heavenly touch that has me winding my hips. I stretch my arms up and back around him, moaning as he brushes against my clit. He bites gently on the curve of my neck and down the slope of my shoulder while keeping his other hand on my breast, tugging and twisting my pert nipple. I rock back and forth as he fingers me, slip-sliding in and out then he’s back to circling my clit, pressing on it before pushing back into my cunt.
Your cock trembles with desire as you test the restraints again. I know you need me but I’m not ready to acquiesce. I want to push you to your limit, I need to know that you meant what you said.
I reach behind to find Mike’s cock and oh my God, he’s solid. The tip is coated in pre-cum and so I spread it down his length. Masturbating this stranger under your lustful eyes has me dripping wet.
I take my newfound strength and give my orders to Mike. ‘Fuck me.’
He glances up at you but I don’t know if it’s to get your consent or to show you that he can do whatever he wants to me and that you are helpless to stop it. Either way, he doesn’t wait for your response. He pushes me forward onto all fours and pushes his cock straight in between my plump lips. He hits in hard and fast, taking my breath away. And still, you keep eye contact, licking your lips, biting down and breathing fast.
I match Mike’s rhythm to-and-fro as he bangs incessantly into my tight cunt with his balls bouncing against my entrance. Snowfall tenderness has been replaced by primal fucking. He grips my waist making sure that I can’t go anywhere that he doesn’t want. The room is filled with the sounds of his cock pummelling into my warm juicy cunt. I know you’d want me to hold back and wait for you before climaxing but tonight isn’t about what you want. I feed the warm rush that’s growing inside me with loud moans and groans. I am going to cum and this time without your permission.
‘More!’ My insistence drives Mike on and I reward him with praise. ‘Oh Fuck! Yes!’
The waves of pleasure take over as my pussy starts to contract, my clit throbs and I cum hard. Mike thrusts in deep and holds it there as I grind and wind myself onto him. He demonstrates an unexpected level of restraint in not cumming with me.
‘Amelie.’ Just my name, that’s all you say but I know you’re asking me to release you and let you at me. However, I’m not yet ready to set you free.
Mike flips me over onto my back with ease and pins me down with my head at the base of the bed so I can tilt back and see you. I watch your reaction as he rams his cock back inside. Mike also keeps his gaze fixed on you as he pistons in and out. Do you have regrets now? I push my concerns aside and focus on the pleasure of being fucked, enjoying the sensation of a cock sliding in and out as I thrust up to accommodate him. Over and over, he pummels my cunt, slow and steady then raw and fast.
‘Amelie!’ Your voice cuts through loudly as the cuffs rattle with your struggle.
I could keep you waiting, make you watch as Mike cums deep inside of me but I don’t want to. I need you now as much as you need me, I always have.
I ask Mike to stop and for a moment, I think he’s going to ignore me but then he withdraws his juice-coated cock. Wrist by wrist, I set you free and within seconds all three of us are kneeling up on the bed. I’m sandwiched between the two of you with both cocks in the palms of my hands, stroking, fondling, caressing. Mike lies back onto the mattress and you hoist me onto his cock, reverse cowboy and then pull my head forwards so that I can take you into my mouth. The feel of your pre-cum on my tongue has me lapping at the tip but you don’t give me time to linger. Instead, you push hard into my orifice. I deep-throat you, bobbing my head up and down in synch with Mike’s thrusts into my cunt. I bounce on one cock as I suck on the other, his hands gripped around my hips and yours holding fistfuls of my golden hair. I tickle your balls before pressing my fingers into them, keeping the rhythm as you fuck my mouth.
Mike groans as I grind downwards, taking his length deep into my pussy. My breathing becomes rapid and the walls of my cunt heat up, I feel so close to cumming for a second time. You sense the change and chuckle.
‘Not this time, Amelie.’
I know I should disobey you, show you that you can’t take back control so easily but I don’t want to. Our roles are set in our DNA.
‘Come here.’ I climb off Mike who seems less bold now that you are out of the chair. I sense his sigh as you take control and manoeuvre me so that I am bent over the bed with my feet on the cold wooden floor. My pussy lips are spread wide and you enter me slowly, letting me feel every inch as your cock drives in. Mike watches us with his member in hand, stroking it as you take your time pushing in and pulling out.
‘Oh fuck.’ My voice trembles.
Before long you pick up the tempo, pistoning into me.
‘Suck him.’
Mike kneels up and offers me his solid cock which I suck hungrily into my mouth. His balls bang against my chin as I take him in and then slide myself back to the tip. I lick and lap around his length as you ram into me. Hands grip my waist again and my hair is entwined between fingers as your roles are reversed. Mike pushes into me using my mouth to bring him closer to the point of no return. His cock swells and his balls tighten as he fucks my mouth relentlessly. He’s not taking any chances this time and definitely isn’t waiting for your consent.
I know I won’t be able to hold back, not if he cums in my mouth while you’re pummelling into me. My cunt walls tighten as I edge ever closer, willing you to read my signs. It’s too much even for you. You stiffen and pick up the tempo as Mike grabs my head and gives a final thrust, this time not withdrawing. His cock pulses and then he ejaculates, groaning out loud as he does. Hot, salty cum floods my mouth and I suck and swallow it as he pumps and pumps.
‘Oh fuck!’ you call out as my cunt walls contract, milking your cock which triggers you to spurt cum deep inside of me. My thighs quiver as my second orgasm takes over, my clit pulsates and the rush pushes me over the edge. My body is overwhelmed by the sensation of our triple climax, cum leaking from my pussy and down my thighs. We hold our positions until I feel Mike’s cock softening in my mouth and you easing from my satiated pussy.
Mike lies back on the bed, but I have no desire to stay with him now that he has served his purpose. He seems content enough.
I turn to you and whisper, ‘Take me home.’
You stay silent until we are in the car leaving me to second-guess whether you have any regrets. I quell the sparks of unease that threaten to flicker into flames. But it’s an unnecessary worry as once we are on our way home you flash me a smile.
‘I think you chose well, Amelie, but next time, let’s keep the handcuffs for you.’
‘That’s fine by me,’ I respond, though truth be told, I’ll happily take the reins again in the future. I’m sure that the opportunity will arise, I just need to work a little magic on you in the meantime.
