The sound of Jewel's laughter made Matt's cock stand at attention and press uncomfortably against the zipper of his jeans.Stephon would love her.The thought made him realize that this relationship wouldn't work. Women at the BDSM clubs knew what to expect with a menage scene. This lovely babe would run the other direction if he even asked her on a threesome date. She turned bright red every time he even looked at her body. She was just about as vanilla as they came, but the thoughts of not seeing her again caused an unexplained queasiness in the pit of his stomach."Are you okay?" Her laughter died away."Yeah, I'm fine." He knew he didn't sound fine.A buzzer sounded from the back.He watched her hips sway across the room as she entered the kitchen. Lord, she was perfect. He'd love to see her decked out in a skintight leather corset with black thigh highs. Silver four-inch heels would set off her gorgeous legs.Not going to happen.But Matt decided to dream a little for the rest of
She cleaned her small efficiency apartment in record time. It wasn't much, but she tried her best. They both knew tonight wasn't about dinner or dating. A woman didn't invite a man to her apartment without an agenda. This was about sex. Matt's constant flirting and the way he watched her over the past four days had her libido on high alert. She was a grown woman and men like Matt wanted sex. It just rarely happened that anyone worthwhile wanted it from her. Matt was different and saw past her scar; he actually desired her, and she wanted a night of un-adulterated lust. Her last sexual encounter was over a year ago and the creep lied to her. And, like the stupid woman she was, she believed him. After his wife called the diner and the two women had a heart to heart, Jewel left a not-so-nice message on his cell phone. He never came back or called again, and Jewel hoped his wife kicked his ass to the curb.She looked through her closet, but didn't really have anything sexy to wear. The li
His slight grin barely tipped the corners of his mouth. "I want a wild night of sex, but on my terms. I will only do what you allow, but I need you to understand my needs. If this is something you have no interest in, I'll pick up my bag," he nodded to the floor behind his chair, "and leave. I won't force my kinks on you."Kink had so many forms and she'd read about sadism and masochism, but pain during sex flat out scared her. "Do you want to hurt me?"His smile increased. "No, I have no intention of hurting you. I would like to play, and my kind of play becomes intense."She shook her head. "I can't believe we're talking about this.""Talk... communication is a must. If you say yes to trying things my way, I'll stop anything you're not okay with whenever you tell me." He continued to focus on her. "How many times do you normally orgasm when you have sex?"Oh, God, she couldn't believe he asked, and her hands came up to cover her eyes. Warm fingers took ahold of hers and lifted t
He didn't want her to know how much her reactions pleased him. Matt had dwelled on their "date" throughout the day. He could have sex with her once, walk away, and not look back, but he knew it would hurt her and somehow he knew she was destined to be in his and Stephon's lives no matter how ridiculous it sounded. At this time, throwing menage into the mix along with his other kinks would be completely over the top, so he could wait. This was a test and he needed to know she was open to trying new things. He enjoyed orgasm play more than giving pain, though Stephon needed to give and feel pain to satisfy his own kinks. Training the mind to accept pain as pleasure took a while when it was something you didn't know you wanted. If tonight didn't work out, he would know that the entire dynamic of his life wouldn't appeal to her and the thought terrified him. After his all-day mental rollercoaster ride, he decided to try, and headed to the local sex shop and bought some light toys to see ho
She held it stiffly and resisted when he pushed her hand down to her pussy."This will please me." His whisper accompanied a gentle bite to her earlobe.She shook her head back and forth. "I don't think so."Another slight tug with his teeth. "Are you saying red?"She remained quiet for a moment, but then sighed and her resistance melted.He turned on the bullet and she jumped. "Do you own a vibrator?" His fingers grazed her nipples.She responded with an indrawn breath and then answered when she let it out. "Of course.""Good girl. Do you like to use it on the outside or inside?"Her sigh of surrender was audible. "Both.""Show me," he said against her skin.She moved the bullet over her clit. His cock protested the confining pressure from his jeans, so he slowly rose from the bed and removed his clothes. Her hand stopped. "Did you take off your clothes?""Yes, but keep going, baby."Her lips formed a cute pout. "I want to see you.""Soon.""Help me.""I'm dreaming up
Giving Matt a blow job was nothing like she'd ever experienced. His low voice grew hoarse while giving instructions and offering encouragement. She was on her knees with him standing above her. She loved the change in his breathing when her saliva flowed over the silky skin of his hard cock, making an audible squishing sound. She felt absolute power in the knowledge that she could fulfill his fantasy. She increased the tempo and loved how his orders became less focused when he gave into the feelings of her mouth on his cock. At last, he grabbed the sides of her head, stilling her movement and began thrusting deeper while giving her broken, guttural instructions to relax her throat muscles. Saliva dripped down her chin, and at one point she gagged, but his harsh rhythm never stopped. With a final deep plunge, he cried out in release and a surge of cum slid down her throat, satisfying her yearning hunger to give him this ultimate pleasure.Opening his eyes, he looked down into hers. S
Matt's phone call didn't dull Stephon's jealousy, and hearing Jewel's silky laugh in the background made him crave what Matt had even more. Stephon always thought they'd find the perfect woman together, but now realized it was a stupid assumption. He'd felt Matt's unease for weeks... maybe months, and knew he'd missed Matt's signals. Matt was ready to settle down, and because Stephon didn't like change, he might lose Matt's friendship and the bond they shared with menage sex. It was unfair to Matt that he was Stephon's buffer with women. Matt would never let Stephon go too far with a submissive and it gave Stephon the ability to push without the fear of losing control.The tension behind Stephon's eyes let him know he was on the verge of one of his episodes, and if he didn't relieve some stress his fury would erupt. Giving a low sarcastic laugh, he knew the word "episode" didn't come close to describing the simmering rage that hid below the surface. A head shrink once told him he suffe
Kyle had securely bound Stephon's naked body to the St. Andrews Cross in the far corner of the play area. He had Stephon's head tipped back with a tight grip on his hair. "I'm not in the mood to play around tonight. Will that be a problem?""No, Sir.""Good. Safeword if you need to.""Yes, Sir."In all the years Matt had watched his friend take a consensual beating, he'd never heard him safeword. Twice Matt had done it for him and that's why he wanted to be around whenever an unknown worked on his friend."You good with this?" Kyle looked at him and nodded toward Stephon."No, but I've watched many times. I'll stay out of your way unless I think he's past helping himself." Matt was Stephon's safety net, though he knew his friend didn't see it that way."Has that happened before?""Yes." He liked Kyle's no-nonsense approach. "I have no intention of taking it easy on him.""That's not what he wants."Kyle stretched his shoulders and then experimentally popped the whip. It was