Comfort Object (34 page)

She fell apart, shaking and practically strangling me as her arms tightened around my neck. The shivers that racked her body transferred to me as she arched against my skin. He little tummy was taut and velvety against mine. I grasped her hips and bucked against her as she rode out her climax. Her satisfied gasps triggered some deep male center inside me. I felt my balls tense, felt every muscle in my body turn electric. I pumped my cum into her with forceful thrusts that jerked her like a rag doll as she clung to me. When we came to rest, she looked up with those striking green eyes full of wonder.

“Good girl.” I licked the beating pulse in her neck.

“
Good girl
.” She was my good girl. She was my everything girl. We'd been together nearly two months by this time, long enough to get past the infatuation stage, but I found I was eternally infatuated with her, with fucking her, with tormenting her, with not letting her come, with making her come, with staring at her perfection as she came apart in my arms. I watched her now, her chest rising and falling. Her beautiful breasts still bore the bite of my clamps. I tugged at one and then the other, feeling a deep sense of pride, a sense of ownership.

“You're beautiful.”

She smiled at my compliment and reached up to run her fingers lightly through my hair. The soft, affectionate gesture caught me off guard. I shivered. This girl could really hurt me, I thought. Ironic, considering the scene we'd just completed, but it was true.

She shifted in my arms. I knew, now that she'd come, that the clamps would feel much more uncomfortable. The sadist in me made her squirm awhile before I relented and took them off. She clenched her teeth and drew her breath in at the sudden flood of sensation. Again the sadist in me rejoiced. I flicked one reddened, sore peak.

“Your nipples are sensitive.”

“Tell me about it.” She laughed. “Yours are too. If I put those on you, I wonder if you'd like it.”

“Not a motherfucking chance. I like giving pain, not taking it. Speaking of which…” I nudged her. She turned over, and we both looked at her welted ass cheeks. “Beautiful,” I said. “Nell, look at that.” She didn't seem to share my excitement. She looked horrified, actually.

“They'll fade,” I said. “They look bad now, but…”

“When they fade, will you want to make more?”

“Did it really hurt that much? And no, I don't want to try it. I know. I learned to cane girls by hitting my own thigh. I know it smarts.”

“Smarts?” She snorted. “It hurts like bejesus.”

“But you survived.” I laughed at the doubtful look on her face. “You did. You took it beautifully. I mean, my God…” I looked away. “I just really appreciate…” I drew a deep breath, disciplined my mouth before I said something really stupid. She still watched me. Her eyes were transparent. She was worried.

“Look, do I want to make it a regular part of our play? No, we don't have to. I know it's your limit. I try to respect those as much as possible.” I grinned.

A small smile quirked the corner of her mouth. “Maybe every so often you could sweet-talk me. But you'd have to be awfully sweet.”

“I am awfully sweet,” I said, nuzzling her sore bottom. “Sweet is my middle name.”

“Ouch. I think your middle name is Pain.”

I slapped her ass. “Very soon your middle name will be Pain. Come on. Crawl on top of me backward. I want to fuck you again while I look at your ass.”

“You're a pervert.” She lowered herself onto my jutting cock, ass first.

“Yes,” I said, my hands on either side of her hips, pulling her down. “And you love me that way.”

* * *

The next week was Thanksgiving, and the largely American crew got a couple of days off. Kyle flew home to LA to be with family for the weekend, but Nell and I stayed and went to the formal, studio-hosted Thanksgiving dinner instead.

It was at a beautiful local restaurant, and Nell sat beside me in the car looking lovely and sweet. I'd bought her a new dress for the occasion, as well as some racy new garments to wear underneath: a lovely vintage black garter belt and see-through push-up bra. The new outfit made us late actually, since as soon as I'd seen it on her I'd had to fuck her bent over the bed. She should have known better than to turn her back to me in lingerie like that.

I moaned, remembering, and flipped her skirt up above her thighs to look at the luscious white skin above the tops of her stockings. Long since inured to being groped, stared at, and salivated over by me, she only shifted casually to let my hand slide between her legs.

“You look beautiful tonight,” I said, “as always.”

She laughed softly. “You say that every time.”

“Because every time it's true.” I moved her skirt back down again and leaned back in the seat. “We'll be sitting with Jessamine and Mason tonight. He flew in for the weekend,” I said, looking out the window.

“Oh my God, Mason Cooke?” Nell clasped her hands together and pressed them under her chin. She was all but bouncing on the seat beside me.

“All right, settle down.” I smiled at her fan-girl swoon. “Don't go getting all wet, you little cum-happy slut. You belong to me, you remember.”

“I know. It's just… Wow. I just can't get used to being around all these big movie stars.”

“You have a big movie star fucking you every day.”

“Yeah, but you're just Jeremy by now. Wow, Mason Cooke…” she said and then yelped when I pinched her inner thigh.

Nell managed to hold it together when Jessamine introduced her very famous, and yes, very attractive husband. I understood Nell's excitement. Mason was a hottie, not that I ever swung anywhere near that way. But it was good that she found him attractive, that he excited her, because Jessamine, Mason, and I had arranged some group sex to follow dinner. The only participant who wasn't in on the arrangement was the main attraction herself.

Jessamine, an unrepentant bisexual, was wild for Nell and had been for quite some time. Mason was wild for anything that made his wife wild, and me, well, I was wild for the whole idea. The sharing, the visual feast of Jessamine Jackson having a go at my Nell, and probably Mason too.

But my little subbie had no fucking idea. She sat among us at the table, bright and excited and beautiful like a doll, not noticing the way Jess and Mason eyed her, or the silly winks Jess kept throwing my way. That she didn't know, that she didn't understand what was coming, was part of the foreplay, something that turned the other three of us on. Well, she would be fine with it. She did what I paid her for, and I had no doubt tonight would be a garden of delights for her most of all.

When the dinner degenerated into a drunken party like all studio-sponsored events did, Jessamine smiled brightly at Nell and me from across the table. “Well, shall we?”

“Jess and Mason have invited us back to their villa for some sex,” I said quietly to Nell. “Get your coat.”

By the time I finished helping her on with it, she'd flushed scarlet. Her pale redhead skin showed every blush.

“Are you going to ride with us?” Jess asked.

“No, we'll bring our own car. We'll meet you there,” I said, ushering Nell out. Her gaze was fixed to the floor.

“What is it, Nell?” I sighed when we were in the car. “You've done this kind of thing before.”

“I know. I don't care. But why didn't you tell me?”

I shrugged. “It was more fun, your not knowing.”

“So you could spring it on me in front of them and embarrass me—”

“Embarrass you? You're not as easily embarrassed as that, I know!”

“It's just rude,” she snapped, wrapping her arms around herself and leaning against the door. “I just hate the way you play with me sometimes like I'm some toy—”

“You are a toy! You're my toy. My very expensive and very moody toy, if you want to know the truth.”

“I do want to know the truth! Is that really all I am to you? Do you really believe that? I have no feelings, no identity aside from your wants and needs?”

“Yes. To me. Yes, that's exactly how it is. We've gone through this before, and the last fucking time I want to go over it again is right now. I've been looking forward to this for ages. You're going to pull yourself together and fucking play along, you little fuck.”

“I know I am,” she said. “Believe me, I know how this goes by now.”

“What's that supposed to mean?” I muttered, but we were there and I got out of the car, practically dragging Nell out and up the walk. “You just fucking do this,” I hissed as I rang the bell.

She looked at me and said in a voice like ice, “I'm yours.”

* * *

“Jeremy! Nell! Come in, have some wine!”

Jess was already unabashedly naked as the day she was born, save a very tiny pair of panties. She kissed each of us as she handed us wineglasses and then led us down the hall. “Mason, they're here!” She turned to Nell and held out her hand. “Come to the bedroom with us.”

Nell took her hand, my beautiful, confused, sexy girl. Mason and I brought up the rear. The bedroom was dark, lit by candles, soft Euro breathy sex music already playing. I had to hand it to these two; they knew how to play. Mason crossed the room to watch the show, a man after my own heart. Nell stopped halfway across the room, and I stood near her, willing her to relax.

“I'm so glad you came, you two. I really am.”

“You don't care about me.” I snorted. “It's Nell you want.”

“Maybe.” Jess laughed. She looked at Nell and put her wineglass on a side table. “I just think you're so lovely in so many ways.”

“Why?” Nell asked.

Jess shrugged. “I don't know. I can't explain. I just know Jeremy is a very lucky man. You make a beautiful couple.”

“We're not really a couple,” Nell said.

“I know,” Jess said, her gaze darting to mine. “I was telling Mason that I fantasized about you in the bedroom. About what it was like the first time…when you were strangers…”