Chapter 33
33
PENNY
When my mind wakes up, I am surrounded by warmth and positive energy. I feel incredible and unlike anything I’ve ever felt before in my past.
The last thing I remember was having sex with Collins in the cage at…
Limit-X.
My eyes peel open, and it’s then that I realize a huge chunk of time is unaccounted for—making me conclude that I passed out from the pleasure.
As much as I like to be coherent, I’d do the whole experience again in a heartbeat. It was that good.
“Collins…”
“I’m right here, Princess,” he says, his voice super close.
Looking behind me, I see him and then I let out an awkward giggle. I’m literally curled up on his lap like a kitten.
Sheesh, this whole blackout episode is worse than those I’ve had from being under the influence of alcohol.
“You really did a number on my senses,” I say, cuddling closer to him. He smells so good. I could breathe in his scent forever.
Glancing around the space, it doesn’t even look like we are in the same building. This part of the venue definitely vibes more like a cocktail lounge than a sex club. The ambiance lighting and noise-blocking walls make it feel cozier than electrifying.
At least I am back to being dressed. Collins must have helped me put my cotton dress back on, but I doubt I was of any real assistance.
Feeling the draft of air between my legs, I press my knees closer together. “Where are my broken panties?”
Collins lets out a laugh. “Oh, those will forever be saved as a trophy. Maybe we can pin them to the fridge with a magnet.”
I smack him in his chest, over his silly joke. “Seriously…”
“I used them to wipe up all of the cum leaking out of your greedy pussy. It sure was thirsty.”
My lips form an O shape, while warmth creeps up my neck.
“Then I placed them into the pocket of my pants for safekeeping.”
I wiggle my butt onto his crotch. “Hmm…okay.”
I guess that’s alright. At least they aren’t hanging from the rafters for everyone to see that I sometimes wear white cotton panties with cute designs on them.
“You keep pressing that fine ass of yours into my cock, then you’ll have the best access to find yourself impaled on it.”
I suck my bottom lip into my mouth, caging it between my teeth.
“I’m glad you are back with us, little fawn.”
I turn to Yuri’s voice, recalling the obsession with woodland creatures some men seem to have here. He takes a seat on an adjacent chair to our couch, propping the ankle of one of his legs onto his opposite knee.
“Thank you,” I say, not really knowing how to respond. There’s something about him that makes me shy.
Leaning back into the cushions, Yuri examines me, which only causes me to stir. “Did you have a nice little nap?”
I nod but accompany the movement with a verbal response. “Yes. But what happened to me and why can’t I remember any of it?”
“I think you just blacked out from the pleasure,” Collins says, a bit smugly.
I press my face into his chest. “That’s embarrassing.”
“It’s delightful,” Yuri corrects, “isn’t it? To completely submit to someone the desires of your soul?”
“Well, when you wrap it up like that”—I look up at Collins—“I guess it is pretty special.”
Collins kisses me on my forehead, lazily massaging my back with his hand. It feels really good to be in a public setting and not have to hide all of our feelings for one another.
Daphne joins the group, along with Michael.
“Good seeing you, little dove,” Michael says, while Daphne takes her place at his feet. “You can speak, pet.”
“You look so pretty in your dress,” she says, from the floor.
I smile, although she can’t see when her eyes are cast downward. “Thanks.”
Looking at Collins, I try to gauge his reaction if I were to ask some questions.
“Go on, Princess,” he encourages. “Michael and Yuri are very open.”
“I just wanted to understand the dynamics of the relationships you both seem to enjoy.”
Yuri clears his throat but appears to be unfazed by my asking. “I find your curiosity absolutely enchanting, little fawn. You never need to feel shy about asking questions.”
There has to be some deep respect Collins has for Yuri, because the jealousy I see with every other man who crosses my path isn’t there between the two of them.
“The first step to understanding different dynamics is to detox the mind of how society and fictional entertainment often portray it. There are a wide variety of behaviors that could occur depending on where a couple falls on the dominance-submission spectrum. It also depends on whether or not they are looking for an open or closed arrangement, or if they are looking for a situation or twenty-four-seven power exchange.”
“What do you prefer?” I ask, feeling a bit bold.
Yuri smiles. I bet he stops hearts with that smile too. It’s all warm and yet holds so much power. “I much prefer closed partnerships with the twenty-four-seven power to be controlled entirely by me—in all ways.”
“All ways?”
His demeanor is so gentle that I don’t feel weird for my question. “I want to know where my submissive is at all times. I want her to ask for permission to use the bathroom. I want her to only wear what I provide her to wear. I want to take care of her in all ways, including financially and by providing her nourishing foods.”
“So she doesn’t get any say?”
“It’s at my discretion, but my goal as a dominant partner is to understand the submissive’s heart and predict what would be best for her before she has a chance to decide for herself.”
“Interesting…”
“But I have yet to find the perfect submissive who can handle my requirements,” Yuri says softly. “And trust me, I’ve tried.”
It makes me sad. Surely someone as attractive as he is can find someone who would relish in the feeling of being cared for and loved to the max.
Michael nods his head to the side, and Yuri motions with his hand to join the conversation we are openly having. “I prefer the opposite of what Yuri desires, but that’s because I have fun dabbling in other kinks.”
“Like what?” As soon as I ask, I feel suddenly shy. I cover my mouth with my hand.
I swear these men wash away some of my insecurities by their openness. They make me eager to learn, and that makes it easier for me to blurt out questions without any finesse.
Collins tucks me closer to his body, resting a hand on my ass in a possessive move. I can tell he doesn’t feel threatened, and while it does take a mental adjustment for me to accept this public display of affection, I can’t help but enjoy his touch.
And maybe I’m enjoying it too much, because I feel that tingling feeling low in my belly that stretches out to my hands and feet.
“Public acts, group experiences, sharing my partner, video recording, role-playing, breath control, wax play, and if I’m feeling super in the mood—maybe even some degradation and humiliation.” Then Michael smirks at me and wiggles his eyebrows. “That’s just a condensed list of some of my faves.”
“Yup, super basic,” I say with an awkward laugh.
At least they all got my joke.
Collins’s hand slides under my dress, and suddenly I’m no longer in a joking mood. What is he doing? My eyes look up at his, silently asking— here ? Without acting like anything is happening, he works his hand between my inner thighs until he finds my bare pussy. My back goes rigid as I comprehend what’s going to happen, all while casually chatting about sexual relationship topics with his sex club friends.
Dayum.
Yup, just a totally normal day in the neighborhood.
Yuri chuckles. “Michael basically likes everything Limit-X has to offer, but then also is begging me to agree to add in a few more options that are more at his hardcore speed.”
He shrugs unapologetically, while playfully petting Daphne’s head. “For convenience purposes.”
I didn’t even notice her collar and leash. No wonder she looks like she’s in a state of euphoria. I think she gets off on the exchange of power.
“Right,” Yuri says, expanding the syllables to be more than just the one.
“It’s either that or I’ll stray and find a better place to accommodate my particular tastes.”
“Lies,” Collins comments. “Everyone who knows anything about this place understands your loyalty, Michael.”
I shift my position on Collins’s lap, trying not to draw attention to the fact that his fingers are now stroking the inner lips of my pussy.
How can he be so casual about all of this?
And why does it feel so much better when I have this chance of being caught?
He kisses my neck, making me squirm.
“Are you okay, little fawn?” Yuri asks, probably sensing my sporadic changes in movements.
“Yup,” I say quickly, jamming my elbow discreetly into Collins’s ribs in hope he doesn’t actually make me come again just from his touch. “I’m simply trying to absorb all of this information.”
“Just don’t get overwhelmed,” Michael warns. “The Internet can be a very scary place if you ever decide to explore there. The best thing you can do is ask questions of someone who safely practices the lifestyle.”
Like Collins…
But I don’t quite understand the dynamic he’s looking for other than the contracts he makes partners sign.
And what happens after the contract?
Part of me is afraid to accept that it was already made very clear once my signature hit the paper. When the one hundred days end, the idea of us also ends.
“Regardless, little fawn, I hope you find everything you are looking for in this life.”
“I have the same sentiments for you. Thank you for accepting me and not making me feel weird for asking all of these questions.”
“Never,” Yuri says with a smile. “I welcome them.”
While we continue to sit and chat, a waitress brings over drinks for us and some light snacks. I would probably enjoy them more, but I’m pretty occupied with Collins now sliding two fingers inside me and nonchalantly making small talk—something I rarely actually witness him doing.
I guess that’s what it’s like to have a network of people you trust and with whom you share similar overlapping interests.
When I first got out of Soulful Mind and made my goal list, I really yearned for a friend. And I found them. Angie and Claire are my friends, and while I once thought they were only accepting me because they were with my brothers, I now can see that I had what I always needed right there in front of me all along.
I’m glad Collins has Michael and Yuri too.
Oh fuck…
I mask a moan by coughing into my elbow, struggling to keep my composure while Collins is working me.
“You are very naughty,” I whisper to him.
“And you are very much going to come all over my fingers soon, my little cum slut.”
It’s true.
I try to focus on what’s happening to me, but Michael is distracting me by feeding grapes to Daphne from his fingertips. It’s so sweet and yet so territorial.
I enjoy that contrast.
But that is how Collins is for me. He will help me buckle my shoe if I need assistance but then will finger fuck me in front of his friends like it’s just a normal hobby.
The feeling of a wave crashing to the shore hits me suddenly, as he changes angles and presses his fingers against my favorite spot.
And I do exactly what he promised I would…
I spasm and weep all over his hand…just like the good little fuck doll I am.
“Well, friends,” Collins says, pulling his hand out from under my dress and helping me to stand up on my boneless legs, “it’s time for us to head out of here. We have places to be.”
“It was great getting to know you better, little fawn. Please come back whenever you desire—with or without Collins.”
Collins fake scoffs. “Hey now.”
“Thank you, Master Yuri,” I say softly, out of respect and also because I’m not sure how to address him in general.
Collins pulls me away from that scene, tucking me close to his side. Before we get to the lockers, he stops me and then presents his two fingers at my lips for me to clean. “Taste us,” he offers.
And I do.
“You are exquisite, Princess.” He kisses me on the forehead. “I loved finger fucking you like a little puppet. You’re always so responsive and such a good girl.”
My pussy melts, leaking liquid down my inner thighs. I clench them together, but I know it’s useless. It’s the effect Collins’s filthy mouth has on me. He adores me and defiles me at the same time, and the contrast in emotions is addictive.
We gather our things and make our way outside to the parked SUV.
“Where are we going?” I ask, sliding inside the passenger seat.
“Back home.”
I gesture to the building. “You mentioned back there that we have ‘places to be.’”
“Oh, we’ll definitely be exploring a lot of places but for the sole purpose of being able to use your body again.”
“Places like…”
“Hmmm…” Collins taps his finger along his jaw. “Perhaps on the countertop in the kitchen, against the wall of windows overlooking the view of the river, and maybe we can fuck in front of the vanity mirror.”
A smile breaks out on my lips. “Sounds scenic. I love traveling.”