Chapter Four
The bass, the drums, Mack’s voice, all thrummed through her. They’d practiced the same three songs all night, trying to get everything nailed down. Songs Mack had written – beautiful, primal pieces that Master was quickly getting the hang of, adding to, making his own. Mack’s singing was usually a deep growl that gave her shivers and made her think of the painful things she imagined he liked to do to Winter.
When the throbbing pulse of the last song ground to a halt, she slowly came out of her haze. The violence of the music made her space – like subspace, but without being touched. The drumming was inside her and muscles twitched and rolled, trying to give physical expression to the rhythm. Keeping it in almost hurt. Her mind and body hummed. She wished Ramsay would drag her outside and fuck her to give her some sort of release.
This time there was no huge discussion as they stopped. When she could bear it, her eyes fluttered open. Her face rested against the side of the scratchy tweed couch. The carpet was plush and cradled her bottom. Comfy floor in this room. If they’d been alone, she would have been happy if Ramsay took her right there. She glanced over to see what they were doing. At this point they were usually discussing the fact that there was something missing, although she couldn’t ever hear what it might be – she wasn’t a musician. Why were they looking at her?
“Was I dancing, Sir?” Saya whispered. She hadn’t meant to, but sometimes it just sort of slipped out.
“No, princess. Well, maybe a little, but you were singing.”
Heat crept into her face and she dropped her gaze. “I’m so sorry I interrupted. I didn’t even realize I was doing it.” Could she have been ruder? Sir never, ever interrupted her when she was dancing, and here she had not just interrupted Him, but their friends, too. Her eyes burned and she blinked rapidly, trying to clear the swimming tears before they spilled.
His booted feet were before her then. Fingers touched under her chin, the usual signal to look at Him. As she did, a tear trickled out of the corner of her eye. He wiped it away with His thumb. “No one is angry, Saya. It sounded...interesting with Mack.” Ramsay’s gravelly voice reminded her of the need that still throbbed between her legs.
“Interesting, Sir? Because I can’t sing?”
“You have a sweet voice, Saya.” Mack sat on the couch, a small distance away and from the corner of her eye Saya saw him pull Winter down to straddle his lap. She was better trained than that, and didn’t take her eyes off of Ramsay, whose sexy smile desperately made her want to please him.
“It’s true,” Winter agreed. “It’s a really creepy counterpoint when you put it together with Mack’s. Sweet virginal voice paired with a menacing male voice. Maybe that’s what we were missing. It’s chilling.”
“Virginal voice?” Master chuckled. “I guess her voice is an unexplored frontier. The rest of her hasn’t been virginal in a while.”
A hot blush burned Saya’s cheeks and she looked away without permission. There was a time where she would have smacked him for saying something like that to other people, but he’d taught her better. A warning finger tapped under her chin and she brought her gaze back to his.
Besides, her ass was virginal, but she wasn’t about to say that out loud.
His broad smile made her warm inside. Master was pleased. Saya’s annoyance melted away. Even if he made her demonstrate for them that she was his whore, she wouldn’t complain in the slightest.
“Will you sing for us and see how it works?”
Sing? In front of strangers? Couldn’t she just suck his cock? “I guess so, Sir, but if there’s a stage involved someday, I don’t think I can do that.”
“If we put you in a Lolita dress and threw a blindfold on you so you couldn’t see the audience, it would make us pretty fucking popular.” Mack laughed.
Winter snorted. “The mosh pit would get full of spooge. Nasty.”
Sir dragged Saya up by the hand and led her to the equipment. He sifted through some milk crates found another mic then plugged it in.
“Why do I need a mic? You heard me without it earlier.”
“Barely. We need to hear what it’ll sound like when we’re performing. To see if it works.”
Saya dug her toe into the carpeting, not pleased. She nodded anyway. A moment later Winter handed her a glass.
“What’s this?”
“Courage with ice in it. Don’t worry though. It gets easier.”
“Drinking hard liquor?”
“Yeah, that too.”
Saya smiled and Winter grinned back, catching her off guard. It wasn’t that Winter had been unfriendly, she’d just seemed uninterested in getting chummy until now. Although watching the guys wrestle had been a weird, hot shared moment.
She hated straight liquor, but she tossed it back and tried to pretend that her mouth and throat weren’t on fire. Her eyes watered but she struggled to catch her breath. To her mortification, she started to cough. Smooth, Saya.
Winter chuckled and patted her back. “I’ll put mix in the next one.”
During the next hour, Winter fed her mixed drinks between songs, until she was far more relaxed than she ever expected to be. She was used to performing for the public when she was dancing, but this singing thing wasn’t going to be easy after the booze wore off.
It was like being at a metalhead karaoke night, if there was such a thing.
Her voice and Mack’s wove around each other, sometimes harmonizing, but often discordant. Sounds they produced prickled her neck, and made her skin crawl. She felt her way along the music, often singing a moment off beat to give Mack’s words an eerie echo.
When they stopped for the night, Mack grabbed another round of drinks and they all kicked back in the living room. Saya sat by Master’s feet, and Mack moved the coffee table against the wall and sprawled out in the space he’d made in the middle of the floor. Winter got up to call for pizza, then sat next to Saya when she returned, leaning back against the couch.
“Well done, baby doll,” Winter commended. “Who knew such a creepy effect could come out of such a sweet-looking girl?”
Saya turned toward Winter then froze. When had Winter’s face gotten so close to hers? She held her breath, stared into Winter’s eyes, then nervously licked her lips.
“Uh... Thanks.” She shifted back a little but Winter tilted her head slightly and leaned in, like Saya was an interesting little thing that had just caught her attention.
“Do I make you uncomfortable, Saya?” Winter’s smile was threatening somehow, making Saya feel defenseless.
She dropped her gaze and fiddled with her half-full glass of alcohol. “I’ve never been one of the cool girls, Winter. I don’t know how to play games and I’m not the kind of person that has clever things to say all the time.”
Winter laughed and moved her face back a few inches. “Look at me, Saya. I’ve never been one of the popular girls and I don’t expect my friends to be like me. Everyone is their own kind of weird.” There was a slight slur to her words.
Was Winter drunk? Saya smiled and nodded. Her own head was swimming and the combined alcohol on their breath was probably sufficient to pickle anything reckless enough to walk between them. Not that there was enough room to walk.
Her gaze roved back up to Winter’s bottom lip and the two rings there. The stainless steel piercing the soft flesh was a sensual violence that kept drawing her eye. Up close she saw small circular scars here and there on Winter’s face, where other piercings had healed over. Now there were only the two in her bottom lip, one in her septum and one eyebrow pierced. She’d had more metal at some point.
“What are you looking at?” Winter smirked.
Before she could stop herself, Saya reached out and brushed a finger over a few of the other girl’s tiny piercing scars then realized what she’d done and wrapped the rogue hand back around her glass. “Do you have a lot of scars?”
Winter didn’t look angry. Instead, her body had thrummed with tension under Saya’s hand. “A few. More piercings than scars though.” Her voice deepened and she inched closer. “I don’t think you’re prepared to see them.”
“No?” Saya whispered. “Why not? Are they really extensive, or...just in sensitive areas?”
She was closer yet, their faces almost touching and her breath tickling Saya’s cheek. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
Saya couldn’t think of anything to say, so she just stared back into Winter’s eyes, the pale, eerie blue seeming to see right through her.
“You’re very pretty.” Winter’s voice was hushed, hypnotizing. “Have you ever kissed a girl, Saya?”
She shook her head minutely. “No.”
Winter leaned toward her and in a panicked moment Saya tried to move back. A familiar hand tangled into her hair and gripped her firmly, the dominance of it making her nipples instantly hard.
“Stay,” Master growled.
Saya whimpered but stopped fighting. She’d never kissed anyone other than him. What if she didn’t really know how to kiss?
Winter brushed her lips against Saya’s then withdrew. Saya started to tremble. For a giddy moment she thought it was done. Instead, Winter moved closer and kissed her in earnest, using her mouth to coax her into reciprocating.
Oh fuck... I’m kissing a girl. A hot girl!
Before her thoughts could get further, Winter had slipped her tongue into her mouth. So much softer than kissing Master, and so different. Master always reminded her of her place, even when they were just sharing a kiss, but with Winter it was pure sensuality.
And a tongue ring.
She’d forgotten about that. Her own tongue bumped across it a few times and she started to wonder if Winter used her tongue the same way in other places. Heat flared between her legs. Winter’s fingers slipped upward and traced horizontal lines on her belly, just under her t-shirt. Saya gasped into her mouth, simultaneously wishing they could kiss like this for ages, but also aching for Winter’s wandering fingers to slip upward.
Winter stopped and gasped for breath. “Fuck!”
Ramsay’s hand untangled from her hair.
No! Was it over already? She didn’t want it to be over yet.
Immediately, Saya slipped into sulky sub mode. She pouted a little and gave Winter her best innocent look.
“What?” Winter’s brows drew together.
Great, did she expect her to beg for it?
“I think she liked that and she wants more.” Helpful Dom to the rescue. She’d have to bake him cookies tomorrow.
Winter’s mouth twitched upward in a crazy half grin and she leaned in and kissed her again. A smooth hand – not Master’s – spanned the side of Saya’s neck, the thumb resting on her jaw. There was a subtle, hot dominance in the placement of Winter’s hand on such a vulnerable part of her body. Her other hand found Saya’s bare knee at the edge of her skirt, and toyed there, drawing small circles. Winter’s mouth moved to her neck and she bit down, sucking and nipping slowly lower to where her nipples were poking at the front of her t-shirt.
She watched, aghast, as she thrust her chest toward Winter’s mouth. It hovered over her nipple and she felt her breathe warm air through the thin fabric. Then she did the same to the other one.
Saya cried out, half with desire and half embarrassment.
Had she acted like such a slut the first time she’d made out with Master? She hoped not. Right then she couldn’t seem to help herself.
Winter straightened, looked at her face then smirked. Saya snapped her mouth shut, feeling like a dork.
“Did your Master let you wear panties today, little slave girl?” Winter’s tone was gentle mockery, and her fingers slipped up past the hem of her skirt, as though she was going to check for herself.
“No!” she gasped. “But don’t check. Please!”
Fuck, why did she stop her? Her body wanted this so bad. Idiot.
Winter stroked her knee. “I won’t rush you.”
Rush her? Did that mean Winter wanted to play with her again? Or was she expecting to get a lot further tonight?
The hand went from her knee and slid up under her shirt again. By the time Winter reached her bra, Saya was considering safewording it taking so long. Was there a safeword for hurry up instead of slow down? Maybe if she yelled “green!”
Instead, she arched her back, thrusting her breast into Winter’s palm. She chuckled at Saya’s impatience then bent down again and closed gentle teeth on Saya’s nipple, through her t-shirt. A desperate moan escaped her lips. So much heat! She felt like she had a fever, she was so horny.
Master chuckled, and unfastened her bra one-handed through her clothing, then started gathering the bottom edge of her shirt upward to give Winter access to her bare flesh. She shook, but Master’s comforting hands on her back kept her from flipping out.
She wanted this so bad, but she was scared.
Winter’s fingers were on her ribcage, the t-shirt almost out of her way. Saya sucked in a breath, waiting.
The doorbell rang.
Winter sat back and let go, swearing a blue streak.
“I forgot about the motherfucking pizza.” She kissed Saya ferociously, then got to her feet and strode off to answer the door.
“Saved by the bell.” Mack laughed from where he lay propped on one elbow, partway across the floor. “Are you really that nervous, or is pure and virginal an act? You two make for a lovely show.”
Saya blushed. She’d almost forgotten he was in the room, he’d been so quiet. He was like a ninja voyeur.
“She’s never been with anyone but me,” Master replied, stroking her hair.
“Wow. I didn’t think that sort of thing happened anymore.”
“We’ve been together a long time.”
“I’m going to see if Winter needs a hand.” Mack smiled and rose, then walked toward the foyer, where Winter was still talking to the pizza delivery guy. As he passed them, Saya couldn’t help but notice the outline of a bulge in his pants.
“Did you like playing with Winter?” Master’s voice so close to her ear gave her goosebumps all up one side of her body. It was the last straw.
“Master, may I please come?” She realized how desperate she sounded, but she didn’t care. He could take her to the bathroom and bend her over the sink, or just fuck her right where they were. At that point, as long as there was some relief she’d accept whatever he chose to do.
He chuckled sympathetically. “Come here, princess.” He pulled her up and coaxed her to straddle his knee.
When she settled there, she whimpered at the feel of her bare, swollen flesh against his jeans. Master grabbed her hips and pressed his thigh up firmly. The friction of the denim on her clit was almost painful, but the pressure built, mixing with shame at being this desperate and knowing the others could walk in at any moment.
“You’re so wet, you’re soaking my jeans, bad girl. Should I hold you down and ask Winter if she’ll lick you?”
Winter putting her mouth on her? The image flashed in her mind. Fuck! The tension inside her pulled tighter then snapped, her body clenched on emptiness as she came, rubbing against him shamelessly as the pleasure and relief flooded through her. She curled her fingers in Master’s t-shirt and tried her best to muffle her cries with it, hoping the others wouldn’t hear.
She was barely done when Master shifted her to sit primly on his lap and smoothed down her skirt, just as Mack and Winter came back into the room with the pizza.
The shudder of an aftershock took her, but they didn’t seem to notice. The puddle she’d made on Master’s leg was warm and damp, and would probably show on the back of her skirt when she got up. She’d have to make sure no one saw the back of her for the rest of the evening.
Mack and Winter moved the table back into place and stacked the pizza boxes on it. For a moment Saya thought they’d gotten away with it.
Winter opened a box and held it out to them with a sly smile. “She really is loud when she comes, isn’t she?”
*
She knelt on the mat beside the door and went through her mental list again. Supper was in the oven, coffee was ready, the apartment was spotless. Was there something else she could have done? Something she’d missed?
There was nothing she could think of. He’d told her to stop making big desserts for dinner every night.
Would it be the door or the phone? They had a system. If he was bringing one of his buddies over, he texted first and told her what to wear. Otherwise, she’d be waiting at the door naked, or in whatever he’d laid out for her before he left for work. Today she was wearing an old-fashioned pinup dress, pearls, and an apron. Her grandmother used to have a similar style, except Master had ordered Saya to be barefoot. When she’d put the outfit on five minutes before it had made her laugh, then wonder if her grandparents had an arrangement like this, back in their day.
She hoped he’d want to use her mouth as soon as he got home. Her body had been trained to know when it was getting close to the time he’d come home. By four-thirty she was usually already horny, and if he didn’t walk in the door by ten after five, when she’d been actually waiting in place for fifteen minutes, she started getting antsy. And there was always the concern that he might work late. She dreaded those calls.
Tonight though, his key was in the lock at five minutes after five.
The door swung open and he walked in, then he closed and locked it behind him.
“What do we have here?” He put a hand under Saya’s chin and tilted her head up. “Who’d leave such a pretty thing just sitting around like this? You must have something better to do.”
She smiled, embarrassed but pleased at the attention. “No, Master. Waiting for you is the most interesting thing to do around here until you get home.”
“You really are my little slave, aren’t you?” Master smirked, sending a flash of heat through her. “I should take you to work with me and chain you to the wall in the shop.” He turned Saya’s head back and forth with a finger on her chin, as though assessing her worth. “I could dress you like a harem girl and all the guys would drool on themselves and offer to pay me to be allowed to touch you. Nothing would get done because they would be distracted by their hard-ons all day.”
“Master! That’s so mean! You wouldn’t really let them touch me, would you?” She squirmed a bit at his feet. It wasn’t fair for him to talk about things like that when she was horny. When she was this bad off, he could talk her into doing almost anything to please him.
“No, princess.”
She started to relax again. He was in one of his silly moods tonight.
“I wouldn’t hesitate to strip you in front of them though, and touch you until you begged to come. Do you think you could handle five guys standing there, watching you beg, while they jerked off?”
Her face and ears were burning and she ducked her head, unable to maintain eye contact.
“Would that be hot, Saya? Does that idea make your panties wet?”
No! Well, maybe a little...if he’d even given her panties this morning. But not with those grease monkeys. They weren’t exactly hot, although the idea of being treated like a toy and having no choice about it – being watched by people – had made its way into her spank bank. But she was content to have those stay there.
“I don’t know!” she whined.
“Hmm. My uncle might walk into the shop anytime though. Maybe that’s not the best idea.” He walked to his favorite chair and sprawled into it, then snapped his fingers. When she started to crawl toward him, he gave her the signal to walk, instead.
“Coffee, Master?” she asked when she reached his side.
“Not yet. Face down over my lap.”
She eyed his dirty clothes. Usually she’d be naked and wouldn’t hesitate, but he’d just bought her the dress.
“Good point.” He got up again and walked toward their bedroom, stripping off his work shirt and tossing it on the floor. Saya waited for his finger snap, then followed, picking up his trail of dirty clothes and his work boots along the way. The disappointment that he didn’t order her into the shower with him was mitigated by getting to watch him get wet and soapy. She wished he’d let her take naughty pictures of him like he did of her sometimes.
Her gaze drifted up to study his face, blissful as the water cascaded over his head. A guy with such a hot body shouldn’t have a face to match. It was unfair.
When the steam started to obscure her view, she reached over and flipped on the fan. Thank goodness for having a shower that didn’t need a door or curtains.
He chuckled. “You’ve seen me naked several times a day for years now. Aren’t you bored yet?”
“No, Master.”
She tried to be good but being bad was too tempting. She didn’t wait for an invitation. “May I please suck your cock after your shower?”
His gaze was stern. “Now, princess, are you supposed to ask, or wait for me to tell you it’s okay?”
“Wait.” She knew the answer without him telling her, but she rarely got in trouble for asking, so it was difficult to be patient.
“There are things we need to discuss, so we’re going to do that before your mouth is full.”
She sighed. “Fine. Am I in trouble?”
“No, not at all.” Master shut off the shower and took the towel she held out for him. “Before we go out with Mack and Winter tonight though, we have to discuss ground rules.”
Her stomach dropped and her heart sped up. Was he angry about what had already happened? “But Master, I thought... When you held me in place for her I thought you...”
Master squeezed the water out of his long hair then wrapped the towel around his waist. Gripping her wrist, he led her back out to the chair he’d vacated only a few minutes before. He let her go and sat, looking at her expectantly.
“I gave you an order earlier. Do you need a reminder?”
“No, Sir.” She lowered herself face down onto his lap, and felt him flip up the back of her skirt before she was entirely settled.
He rumbled in satisfaction. “The dress is adorable, but I still prefer you naked.”
“I’m glad, Sir. I like it when you touch me.” Hopefully the man would take a hint.
“Are you trying to suggest I should?”
“No, Sir! I was...just stating a fact.”
The sting of the slap on her ass radiated warmth straight to her pussy. Moaning, she squirmed a little.
“Spread your legs and put your hands behind your head. Don’t try to boss me around, even in sneaky ways.” He rubbed his palm over the warmth of his slap mark. “Yes, I held you for her. You liked it, from what I noticed.”
She complied, feeling as vulnerable as always in that position. “Your powers of deduction are amazing, Master.”
“Are you feeling bratty, princess?”
“No, Sir.” She was glad her smile was hidden by the angle at which he held her.
“Mmhmm. I’m not sure if I believe you, but this discussion can’t take all evening.” Master toyed with her a moment before sliding a finger into her. She was already wet, and the welcome intrusion made her sigh appreciatively. “I talked to Mack yesterday and he was pretty happy with the situation. They’ve been tested since they’ve been together and they’re clean – they’ve never played with other people, aside from Winter kissing a girl at a party once, so whatever you want to do with Winter is fine with me.”
Saya couldn’t decide if she was more embarrassed or turned on. He and Mack talking about her messing around with Winter while they watched seemed lewd, especially considering they’d discussed it behind their backs. “What do you mean he was happy with the situation?”
“Mack and Winter both think you’re very beautiful.”
Saya covered her eyes with her hands for a moment, but put them back behind her head when Master cleared his throat in warning. It wasn’t her fault! He was saying things he knew she didn’t like to hear.
“So you want me to do what with Winter, exactly? Kiss her? Touch her?”
He trailed his fingers over her back and she shivered. During the pause, her chest started to feel tight. It was hard to read him sometimes.
“I’m interested in you doing things up to and including having sex with either or both of them.”
Her breath faltered. She’d never been with anyone other than Master and wasn’t sure she really wanted to go that far with anyone else. Winter and Mack were both sexy, but they just weren’t Master. He was her center – the fulcrum of her life’s purpose. How could he even want her to?
Another, darker, thought intruded. Her throat clogged and she choked, as she struggled to get up.
Master let her rise and looked at her with brows raised. She rarely moved out of position without permission.
She felt something crumpling inside.
“Master, are you getting tired of me?” Her heart fluttered erratically, like a ravening hoard of butterflies were trying to beat their way out of her chest. The floor – she had to sit. She sank down, feeling its familiar assurance. Breath came too fast and she shook, her body trying to come apart.
Oh God, he doesn’t want me anymore.
Her mind followed that rabbit trail into a dark place.
Then he was on the floor and she was in his lap, his arms around her and his lips brushing her cheek, eyelids, nose.
“I will never get tired of you.” His voice was firm, warm. Arms tight enough they almost hurt, but only that kept her from flying to pieces. “You’re my sunlight. Without you, I don’t even know who I am, Saya. If you ever left me, I’d be lost.”
She swallowed at the thickness in her throat and he rubbed her back.
“This is just an idea, like you said you’d like to watch me fucking Winter. Watching you with them would be arousing for me, but if you don’t want to do it, there’s no need to. You’re more than enough for me all on your own. Sometimes I have enough trouble just managing you.”
She chuckled weakly when she realized he was teasing, but all she really wanted to do right then was throw up and maybe die. That moment of doubt had been too devastating to get over with a few minutes of reassurance.
Her eyes were damp and she pressed her face against his chest to dry them. Master sought out her mouth and pressed his lips against hers, tasting her, clinging, demanding a sweet response. For such a big man, he was surprisingly gentle with her when she needed it.
When she was calmer, she went slack in his arms but the tremors still seized her when she least expected it.
“Are you calmer now?”
She nodded against his chest, and he rubbed his cheek against her hair.
“I’m so sorry, Saya. If I had any idea this would make you so scared, I’d never have suggested it. I expected you to say no, not to panic.”
“Why did you bother bringing it up if you thought I’d say no?”
“The same reason I told you we could go to Europe instead of Disney if you wanted to last year. I like giving you options if you want to explore. We’ve been together for so long and done so many kinky things that sometimes I forget that you never got to experiment with other people.”
She sniffed. “It’s not like you were with many people before me, either, Master.”
“True, but there were a few, at least. But, like I said at practice, you’re practically a virgin.”
An inelegant guffaw escaped her. “Which part of me is still virginal, exactly?”
Master looked down at her thoughtfully for a moment then grinned. “Your nose. We’ve never tried nasal sex.”
She screeched and covered her nose with a hand that he allowed her to wriggle free.
“No! Ukulele! Absolutely not!”
“You’re safewording it now, princess, but you know eventually you’ll beg me to take what I want.” His intonation went from silly and loving to The Dom in the span of a sentence.
She felt her eyes grow round and heat rushed between her legs. Master was joking about nasal sex, but when he took that tone she’d let him do anything. He knew how to push her buttons, which was excellent, because he was quite welcome to push them.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered.
“Mmm,” he crooned in her ear, making her shiver. “Good girl.”
At his praise, she smiled shyly and hid her face in his chest again.
“So you’re telling me that if you had your way, you’d watch me have sex with Winter, but you wouldn’t want to play with her or Mack?” he asked skeptically.
“Actually, I want to watch you have sex with Mack too.” She laughed.
Master’s eyes were mock-stern and he gave her bottom a warning pat.
“I saw the look in your eye when you were wrestling him. You wanted to show him who’s boss. And so did your dick, I noticed.” She’d been dying to say it for the past week, but there’d never been a good time.
“I’m not prepared to discuss this with you right now,” he growled.
“It doesn’t mean you’re bisexual, if that’s what you’re worried about,” she continued, ignoring his scowl. “Mack is almost pretty enough to be a girl. He’s prettier than most girls, actually. But for you, I think it’s just a dominance thing. Like dogs humping other dogs’ heads. It doesn’t mean you like guys now – although if you did that would be convenient for me.”
“Did I not just say that I wasn’t prepared to discuss this with you right now?”
“Yes, Master.” Just because they weren’t discussing it didn’t mean she didn’t have a hot visual, though.
“Now, if I tell you to do things with them, will you obey me – knowing that I will never get tired of you or give you away for real?”
Saya worried at her bottom lip. “Just with them, though? You’re not going to start passing me around to strangers, right?”
“No. This would just be to see what it’s like. To see where things go. You can safeword anytime.”
“And you’ll say stop, if something bothers you?” She traced his lips with her fingernail and watched the flesh there twitch. “I don’t want to go ahead and do what you want, then have you be jealous and angry afterward.”
“Is that something I’d do?” He let go of her and stretched out on his back on the carpet. She climbed up and lay on top of him and his arms slid around her automatically.
“No, but I don’t want to take that chance.” She grimaced and he smiled slightly. “I don’t want you to love me differently after they’ve touched me.”
“Not going to happen, princess. We’ve been together a long time – too long to let something I asked you to do come between us.”
She thought for a few minutes, tracing patterns on his skin, then she huffed out a breath.
“I’d feel better about this if you were part of it.”
“Part of it how? Directing?”
“Well...directing would work, but I was thinking more of you participating.”
Master chuckled and the shaking of his chest almost knocked her from her perch. “I’m not fucking Mack, no matter how much you want to watch.”
She planted her hands firmly on either side of his head, burying her fingers in the taupe rug’s shag. Pushing up, she could see his whole face more clearly. Master was clean-shaven today. His grin was sexy and his square jaw begged to be nibbled on. The towel he’d been wearing must have fallen off when he’d lain down and was puddled beneath his butt. Almost of their own volition, her legs spread and she tried to skewer herself on his semi-hard cock. She squirmed around in frustration until he reached down and guided himself in – more than hard enough by then, just from her antics.
Saya sucked in a breath as he entered her, goosebumps forming on her skin and she shivered with pleasure. Her moan made him chuckle low in his throat, and he grabbed her hips and controlled how she moved. Just because he’d let her be on top didn’t mean she got to call the shots. It went entirely against his nature.
“So what do you want me to do then?” At her blank look, he thrust up hard, pulling her down to meet him. He speared deep into her and she whimpered, over-full. “Do you want to watch me do this to Winter?”
For a moment she closed her eyes and imagined them together. Heat chased through her and her pussy rippled around his cock. Master was so built and in tune with his body that simply watching him move was poetry to Saya’s dancer brain.
Watching him fuck would be heavenly.
Watching him fuck Winter, whom she wanted herself, would be the height of eroticism. Add herself and Mack into the mix, even once, and it would be enough to fuel her “private time” for the rest of her life.
Master guided her up until only the tip of him was inside her, then drove in again and held her captive. In the moment, she gasped at the exquisite pain of her body trying to accept more than it could take. The last inch she could never quite manage, but sometimes he insisted her body try harder.
“Yes, Master. Please,” she whimpered.
Coherent thought abandoned her.