Fifty Shades of Fairy Tales Omnibus (18 page)

He smiled a sweet, wide smile full of white teeth. “Yes, I’d be happy to fulfill your desires tonight.” He raked a bold gaze over me and Blaine, and I liked the will this one had.

He was bulkier, bigger, than Blaine. The guy reminded me of my brother’s favorite hockey player, goalie Roberto Luongo, I thought. He clipped a silver leash to his collar, handed me the lead, and then guided myself and Blaine down a hallway lined with playrooms. We chose one at the back of the hall. A playroom done up in baroque style with shades of plum, mauve, and silver. The massive bed was draped in a silver quilt, and its capitone headboard was made from rubbed velvet.

I soaked up the splendor as I walked to the bed, leading our submissive behind me. While I did so, Blaine briefly disappeared into the bathroom, after picking a bondage suit from a standing wardrobe in the room. Again, I wondered about his need to remain clothed in the most intimate of situations.

When he returned, he also brought an assortment of toys from the same wardrobe. I spotted a feather tickler, some lotions and lubes, a paddle, among other items in his treasure trove. I wondered if we’d make our way through the whole pile tonight.

“
What would you like us to do first, Mistress?” Blaine asked, looking smug even when he assumed a submissive pose.

A wicked thought formed in my head. I took the leash and collar from Robert, and went to where Blaine stood at the foot of the bed. The set had been modified to include a footboard with posts, strictly for the purpose I was about to put to use.

Blaine gave me a puzzled look as I fastened the collar around his neck.

I grinned smugly myself as I fastened the leash to his collar, then looped its silver links around the bedposts and tied him to the piece of furniture. “First, I’m going to play with our submissive all by myself,” I told him. “And you have to watch, but you can’t touch until I give you permission.” Then I took a pair of handcuffs from the pile of toys, slipped off the bed, and moved behind him to fasten his wrists.

He shook his head, narrowed his eyes at me, smiled a calculating smile. “You’re a bitch, you know that?”

I patted his cheek. “And you’re a bastard, but no one’s perfect, sweetheart.”

I climbed back on the bed and crawled, catlike, over to our submissive. While I smoothed my hands up and down his sculpted chest and kissed him hungrily, I took glimpses at Blaine from my peripheral. He used his neck to tug at the restraint there by pulling back and side to side, but there was no way he was getting lose. He growled out some words I barely understood, and I ignored these as I continued to enjoy our playmate.

“
What would you like me to do, Robert?” I asked sweetly.

He gave a smile. “You’re the dominant, Mistress. Your command is my wish.”

I chuckled. “Well, then, I command you to ditch those shorts so I can suck your magnificent cock.” I reached down and unzipped his fly for him, stroking his growing erection before I let him remove his costume.

He was naked and prone in mere moments, and I dipped my head to his plump, purple glans, licking the head all over before I tongued beneath the ridge. He groaned and my bound lover groaned with him.

I trailed my tongue down his steely shaft, then I swirled circles over his scrotum with its wet tip. He bucked his hips up and hissed air between his teeth. So I lapped at his perineum to heighten his pleasure, then I suckled this tiny flap of skin until he cried out in pleasure.

Blaine shook his handcuffs and neck restraint, demanding to be freed, but I continued to deny him.

I licked two fingers and played with his asshole, then nudged these digits up inside his anus. He moaned loudly and his cock twitched harder. This time, when I took him in my mouth, I gobbled his cock to the root and sucked hard. While I deep throated him, I swished my tongue back and forth over his shaft. Then I swallowed, once, twice, while his head rested against the back of my throat. He thrust into my mouth and tentatively touched my hair.

I dipped my tongue into his pre-cum spurting hole, lapping at the salty seed until he writhed atop the bed. While I did this, I reached between his legs to tease and pluck at his balls. His breath grew rapid and shallow.

“
Let me go, now,” my bound lover demanded from the foot of the bed. “This is not what I had in mind for tonight.”

I looked up at him, milking the submissive’s cock still as I did so. “I thought I was in charge?”

He gave me a smarmy leer, then his face softened and he tried for a little boy pout. “May I please join you, Mistress?”

“
Not yet,” I told him, giving a sassy flip of my head before I went back to sucking the submissive’s cock.

He snarled something about unfairness, but I ignored him again, lost in the act of enjoying this young submissive and giving him pleasure. I’d never had a problem with sucking cock, and I actually enjoyed giving oral sex as much as I enjoyed giving it. Plus, in this instance, there was the added bonus of pissing my adversary off.

I spotted an anal plug shaped like a popsicle, and I scooped this up to add to my play. It was smooth and silvery, and I lubed up my lover’s asshole with throughout licks that made him moan and squirm before I nudged the plug into his rectum.

Then I slowly fucked his ass while I went back to pleasuring his cock. I slurped at the sides of his shaft while I thrust in and out of his anus. I deep throated him when I plunged the plug as deep as it would go.

“
You have to let me free, Mistress,” my bound lover growled from his position at the bedpost. “I can’t take this torture anymore. I need to touch you both.”

Still I shook my head. “When he cums, you get to join us. Not until.”

He looked at Robert. “Hurry up and cum.”

I looked up at the submissive’s big brown eyes and said, “Don’t listen to him. We’ve got all night.”

That sent my bound lover into a rage, and he shook his chains, snarled curses, but I kept my attention focused on my submissive until he let out a shrill cry and I knew he was about to climax. I pulled him out of my mouth and told him to “Cum all over me then lick me clean.”

Creamy, white seed spurted from his plump cock head and trickled over my breasts. It hit my face and neck and I licked droplets from my lips, making sure to face my bound lover when I did so to further drive him mad.

“
Let me loose!” he screamed.

I shook a finger at him. “You didn’t say please.”

He looked ready to explode. Through gritted teeth, he begged, “Please?”

So I let him go and told him he could join us. He wasted no time, after I unfastened the collar and cuffs, in climbing on the bed and getting into the play. First he helped our submissive lick me clean.

After an ardent make out session, I pushed him back and confessed, “I want to watch you fuck our submissive while I fuck you.” Then I grabbed the strap-on from among the sex toys.

He looked at the toy and then at me, smiling his Cheshire smile. “I was hoping you’d choose that, but I thought our sub would be on the receiving end.”

“
Oh, he will, when you fuck him. But I’d like to see you take a cock, too,” I told him, before delivering a scorching kiss to his mouth.

When he broke away, we were breathless. Once he recovered, he said, “I said this was a switch situation--”

I put a finger to his lips and let a sassy grin spread across my face. “I’m not ready to switch it up just yet.”

I pushed him down and told our submissive to join our little party. We kissed and licked, suckled and tormented, every inch of our prone lover’s body. I flit my tongue over his nipples, teasing them while our submissive sucked his cock rock hard. Then I applied jeweled clamps to both his nipples.

I tugged him to his knees using the chain connecting the clamps, then I told our submissive to get behind him. While our submissive stroked his big hands up and down my lover’s latex-clad chest, cupped his exposed balls and then milked his cock, I watched, growing wetter and hornier by the second. It was so hot watching these two gorgeous men make out.

I told our submissive to get to his knees so my lover could slide his thick, long cock inside his ass. Before my lover did so, he dipped his head and lavished attention on our sub’s pink, puckered hole. He licked up and down the length of his crack, making the man moan and his face contort from the assault of bliss. The submissive fisted handfuls of quilt when my lover applied a sensation lubricant he plucked from our pleasure pile.

When he slid two fingers up the man’s asshole, working him in a sensual rhythm that had him bucking his ass backward into my lover, I could take it no longer. I reached down and stroked my clitoris, amping the tingling there higher while I enjoyed my voyeurism.

He ripped open a condom and slid one on, as per Surrender’s safe sex rule. Moments later, I groaned along with him as he plunge all eight, meaty inches into our submissive well muscled ass. The younger man sighed and arched beneath my lover, his fists gripped the quilt beneath him even tighter.

“
Spank him,” I commanded. “Let’s see that tight ass jiggle.” I handed him a fuzzy, red heart shaped paddle.

My lover complied, giving me a wicked look filled with lust. He smoothed the paddle over the man’s ass, between his cheeks. He teased his balls and cock with its velvety surface while he fucked him.

Finally, I had to join in. The strap-on I wore had an attachment for the wearer, too--a smaller vibrator that was flexible and egg-shaped. I slid this inside of me, holding it there while I plunged the thick, fake cock inside my lover’s ass, after we’d lubed him up with a bit of sensation lube.

My lover sighed as I stroked his rippling, tanned back, crisscrossing my fingers back and forth over cords of muscle. I took my turn teasing him with the paddle, sliding it up and down his ass crack, over each firm cheek. Then I let it glide over his hip, around his front, so I could tease the tip and length of his cock with it, massage his balls while I fucked him slow and steady.

The vibrator inside me hummed delightfully, and I turned up its speed as I turned up the speed on the larger attachment now up my lover’s ass. We became a symphony of moans and groans. Muscles bulged in the men’s arms as they dug their fists deeper into the plush mattress.

We writhed, squirmed, fucked faster, harder, more carnal. I licked sweat from my lover’s back as I pumped in and out of his ass. The vibrations thrumming through his toy also ran through the belt on the strap-on, and they gave my clit a wonderful massage with each thrust of my prosthetic cock. Soon, we all melted in a collective burst of ecstasy as we all came within moments of one another.

But before they could cum, I told them to once more spill their juices all over me, which they did. Then both my lover’s descended on me to lick me clean and pleasure my body.

As the submissive went down on me, my dominant lover cupped my sticky face, looked into my eyes and said, “It’s time to switch.”

***

One week later the suit was ready, and I was staring down a best friend who felt betrayed.

“
I still can’t believe you’re working with him.” Ethan sneered and crumpled his napkin.  “And you haven’t called me in over a week,” he continued, stabbing the pristine tablecloth with his finger as he said each word. “What the hell is happening to you, Katey?”

I put down my fork and sighed. “Look, I’m sorry for freezing you out lately, Ethan, but I’ve been crazy busy. This commission with Devereux is … well, it’s different.”

“
Different? How so?” Ethan raised an eyebrow and wrinkled his nose, looking like he’d just smelled something bad.

I concentrated very hard on my crab salad. Anything to avoid his piercing, accusing eyes at that moment. I just wasn’t up for a confrontation with him today. I’d barely slept the night before, thanks to another visit to Surrender Sanctuary.  Finally I said, “Because I’m staying with him.”

Ethan nearly choked on his mouthful of wine. “You’re staying with him!? Katey, that’s insane--”

Unable to stand anymore of his ranting, I put a finger over his lips. “Look, everything is fine. Please, just trust me.”

In a lower voice, he asked, “What about us?”

And my heart sank. Why did relationships have to get so complicated? Why did people say their heart wouldn’t get involved when it inevitably did? I couldn’t judge Ethan, however, for I was no better. I had briefly reconsidered my plan for revenge on Blaine Devereux last night, because, for just a moment, I fooled myself into believing I cared about him. But that couldn’t be possible, and I wouldn’t even entertain the thought.

Finally I answered Ethan as best, and as honestly, as I could. Just as I had not long ago in our phone argument. “There is no us, sweetie, and we both know that. You remember what it was like when we tried to live together? We nearly killed each other.” I forced a chuckle to try and lighten the weight of our collective moods.

He looked sad, and the sadness seemed to beat the anger out of him. I felt an intense pang of guilt and compassion.

When he still didn’t speak, I added, “We have an arrangement. We’re fuck buddies, darling. We both agreed to that.”

Now the scowl was back, and I knew I’d been too blunt for my own good.

“
Of course.” He nodded then threw his napkin down. “An arrangement. That’s all we are.”

He got up and stalked away from the table and I followed him out of the restaurant, leaving enough money on the table to cover the bill before I left. I caught up with him at the corner of the street, grabbed his arm, and stopped.

“
Ethan, please, you are one of my best friends in the world.” I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him before he could cross the pavement. “Please, let’s not fight like this.”

He kissed the top of my head, whispered into my hair, “Do you love him?”

I pulled back and gave him a shocked look. “Where did a crazy question like that come from?”

He still looked sad when he spoke, but there was a resignation in the sadness now. As if he’d accepted something he already suspected. “It’s in your eyes. You used to look at me like that, back in college. But now that look belongs to him.”