Chapter Eight #5
“I’ve known lots of people my whole life.”
“Not in an intimate way. Tell me what you’re feeling.”
“I’m feeling like someone is putting cold lube on my
asshole.”
“Sorry,” Garrett said. “There is no warmer in here. Should I
complain to your dad about that?”
“I will kill you,” Olivia vowed.
“Spank her.” Keane couldn’t let her run wild now. “There was
a warmer but it’s not working. It’s actually surprising because everything else
is in perfect shape.”
“I don’t think they’ve been able to play much lately,” she
admitted and then groaned. “Tell me more, Master. I want to know.”
She wanted to know how they met. He was fairly certain she
was feeling them out on how close they really were. If they were like her dads.
He should stop that line of thinking then and there, but something wouldn’t let
him. Some spark she’d ignited.
“We were kids when we met. I had been in for a year before
Garrett hit the system. We were both considered a bit on the difficult side, so
we changed fosters a lot. We would be together for a few months and then I
would piss off someone, and we would live apart for a while. Then we would find
each other again. Tell me how it feels.”
She gritted her teeth. “He’s got big fingers.”
Keane chuckled. “His dick’s way bigger.”
She gasped and wiggled, earning her a sharp smack from
Garrett, who moved from bottom to top with ease.
“Settle down or I’ll find some exotic lube,” Garrett
promised.
She went still.
Keane smoothed back her hair. “It was easier when we both
found ourselves in a group home. That was pretty much the end of the line. A
place to wait until we aged out of the system.”
Not that he had. Oh, he’d aged, but he hadn’t finished his
seventeenth year in the group home. He’d been in prison.
“Is that when you started sharing women?” she asked in a
breathy tone.
He kissed her cheek. He’d never felt this tenderness well up
before. “We did. There was a girl our age in the home, and we were with her for
a while. Susan Rawls. We both liked her. She said she wasn’t choosing, and so
we both dated her. And that was how we started.”
“I think she needs the plug now,” Garrett said, his tone
deep.
He kissed her again and stood as Garrett stepped back.
“Go wash up. I’m going to secure this starter plug and then
get our gorgeous sub into that sex swing.”
Garrett nodded and walked to the bathroom.
Keane pressed the plug to her perfectly lubed asshole. “Such
a pretty asshole. How is it that no one’s ever claimed it?”
“How do you know I’m a virgin there?” came the sassy reply.
Her whole body went rigid as he rotated the plug and pressed
in slightly. That was all he needed to know, but he could play the game. “Are
you a virgin here, Olivia? Or has some man pushed his big cock past this ring
of muscles into your tight, warm ass? Has anyone ever made you scream from
fucking your pretty ass? Have you had a man in your ass while another takes
your pussy?”
“You know I haven’t. Oh, oh, that feels… I’m not sure how
that feels.”
He liked that she was on the edge. He slid the plug home and
reached for his second torture device. “Well, you’ll like this better.”
The body wand was fully charged, and he started it on a low
setting. Because of how the spanking bench was designed, it didn’t take much to
fit it to her pussy. Her clitoris.
He watched her spine go stiff and her body tremble slightly.
That was the good spot. “How does that feel, sweetheart?”
His cock was dying but he ignored it. He actually liked the
fact that he was so eager to have her. Sex had gotten to be nothing more than a
bodily function. He’d gotten to the point that he enjoyed disciplining subs
more than having sex with them.
Not Olivia. He wanted it all.
And part of the “all” was torture. The sweetest kind.
“Good. Oh, Master, it’s been so long.”
He pulled the vibe away. “It’s been a long time since you
had an orgasm? Because I was there last night.”
She whined. “So long since I trusted a Dom this much.”
He snorted. “Little brat.”
But put the vibe back. On a lower setting.
She tried moving her pelvis so she could grind on it.
He turned it down again.
She groaned.
“Oh, is she not behaving?” Garrett walked up behind him, one
side of his mouth tugged up in a grin.
He was a beautiful man. Garrett was straight. At least he
always had been.
But there was something in his eyes tonight.
Keane shoved the thought aside. He was doing that a lot. It
was odd because he was usually good at focusing.
He couldn’t do that with her.
“She told me she couldn’t remember the last time she had an
orgasm,” Keane explained.
Garrett’s eyes went wide. “Oh, really? She forgot last
night?”
“I didn’t say that,” she countered. “I just feel good.”
“Well, I thought you felt good last night.” She was giving
him all the reasons he needed to do what he wanted to do to her. “But now I’m
not sure I’ll recognize it if she’s close.”
Garrett shrugged, grinning the whole time. “Maybe she
already had one.”
Keane pulled the vibe away.
“I haven’t. I haven’t. Please, Master,” Olivia begged.
He had her right where he wanted her.