Frisky Freefall – By Michelle Mars #3
Luckily, I was sitting with the right women because they actually laughed like I was funny and allowed me some space to work it out.
It gave the devil the go-ahead, though, to keep going.
“You laugh now, but wait until you see the hundreds of books trying to take over my home like magically growing ivy. My reading is like dealing with a hydra. I cut one book from my to-be-read list, and two grow in its place.”
Yael reached out and held my hand as she said in a deep sultry voice, “Don’t worry. I’m really good at organizing things,” she paused before glancing at Artemis as well, “and people,” another pause before finishing by looking at me again, “when they let me.”
Did the restaurant get hotter? Artemis was busy fanning herself as a fire blazed in her eyes. I cleared my throat to relax enough to say, “I would enjoy that.”
Artemis stopped her fanning to lean in and, in a voice dripping with sexy amusement, whispered, “I’m plenty organized myself, but I’d be happy to mess something up if it means you are ordering me to clean it.” She smirked and winked at Yael, who laughed in response.
I may not have been in a dominant/submissive relationship before, but even I could tell Artemis had to be a brat and Yael a top.
What was I? I enjoyed the idea of Yael helping me by giving me orders to follow.
Hadn’t really considered being a submissive before.
I still wasn’t sure the label was quite right, but I would gladly take any help I could get to make my life feel more manageable.
I also found the idea of being with a brat and a top so sexy.
I pictured Yael punishing Artemis as I watched, and under the table, my dick twitched in agreement.
Desire gave me the confidence to leave the humor to the side long enough to bare myself to them as well.
“I want you both with a blinding desire. It’s too early to know where this goes, but I hope it has lasting power.
More than hope. I feel as though this has a future despite having just met you both today.
Something clicked into place as our paths crossed.
Like we are meant to be, but, of course, it's too soon for that kind of language, so ignore I ever said that. This is why I usually stick to humor.” I rubbed at my forehead with my free hand, an anxious gesture I’d picked up along the way.
I really couldn’t have gotten any more explicit with my feelings. Still holding my hand, Yael squeezed. Artemis reached out, pushing my hand out of the way so she could cup and caress my cheek with the palm of her hand, “I feel it, too. Feels surreal.”
The waiter arrived, dropped off some water, made no comment except what I thought was a smile of approval at how we must have looked all touching in some way, and took our order.
The rest of the evening flowed like the ocean we watched outside the windows.
The relaxing atmosphere and the strength of the women in front of me created a feeling of warmth, security, and sensuality.
I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect evening.
THE B IN ME: ARTEMIS
As the evening progressed, I mentally kept a running catalog of our similarities and differences.
Every notation was another confirmation of the eerie way we all simply…
fit. The intricate things we discussed and the way our personalities complimented, supported, and challenged our personal ideas and philosophies generated the best night of my life. I was stimulated on every level.
I learned that under Yael’s strong, take-charge attitude lay a person deeply rooted in family and helping her community.
Matias, who at first I mostly just thought of as gentle and sexy, was also full of conviction about the importance of access to books, especially through libraries, and supporting underprivileged communities.
He ran a charity that collected gently used, donated books and would send them to communities around the world in need of more reading materials for children and adults alike.
I wanted them to be mine. Not in a possessive way, but in a more the-people-I-would-want-to-come-home-to way.
Is there anything more sexy than a meeting of the minds?
We were doing just that, and I could imagine the cozy picture of coming home to Yael and Matias cooking dinner together since they both enjoyed cooking, while I didn’t, and agreeing to set the table.
That is where my brain short-circuited, because an image of Yael sitting on a dining table, legs spread wide, fingers tangled in my long curls, and directing my face to her pussy while Matias gripped my hips and took me from behind entered the chat.
I quickly took a swig of water and then spluttered as I choked on it.
Matias stood up and rubbed at my back, concerned, asking if I was okay.
Meanwhile, when I looked across at Yael, she had a smug expression full of lust. She knew what had caused my situation and was reveling in it.
I couldn’t stop the brat from showing up and saying, “Eating such a tasty steak sometimes chokes me up. The flavor is so…satisfying.”
That was when I learned I truly had met my match. Yael quietly, so that the only people that could hear her would be Matias and myself, whispered, “Matias, could you do me a favor and feed a bite of steak to Artemis? I want to watch her face as she enjoys her…steak.”
The last thing I wanted after the thoughts I’d been having was more food. However, she called me on it when she continued, “Artemis, do you want more steak, or would you prefer to be feasting on something else entirely?”
Matias was watching the exchange, and I could almost feel the gears turning as he made sense of the dynamic.
It was clear when he understood the undertones because he leaned down to whisper from behind, “Shall I do that, or is your mouth watering for the taste of something or…someone else, mi bella?”
“Definitely no more steak,” I shakily whispered to them.
I was so turned on my insides were softly quaking like the flutter of hummingbird wings.
“I know it is most likely too soon, but I would really love to spend the night with you both. Nothing or everything can happen, but I’m not ready to call it a night. What do you think?”
“That would make me happy, too,” Matias said near my ear while looking at Yael.
We both waited to see what Yael’s response would be. She did not disappoint. “Why don’t you both come to my apartment? I live pretty close.” She bit her bottom lip, making me want to bite it, too. “Picturing you in my space makes me happy. Will you come?”
“I really hope to.” I couldn’t have stopped the brat in me from answering even if I wanted to. Driving my meaning home, I stared pointedly at her while I trailed my bare foot, having slipped it out of my flats, along her inner calf, up to her knee, and…stopped.
Her hand had grabbed my ankle, stilling my exploration.
Her other hand began to flip the script, trailing up my inner calf.
Matias, catching on, adjusted himself as he sat back down with an amused and lustful expression.
“Maybe I’ll be the one coming simply from watching this interplay between you. I’m ready to go when you are.”
Yael’s voice dripped sensuality as she looked at Matias and said, “I’m ready.” She turned back to me and asked, “Are you ready to come, Artemis?”
My “yes” came out as a squeak because, when I opened my mouth, she gripped my ankle firmly and placed the heel of my foot firmly between her thighs.
But she didn’t stop there. “Matias, while we wait for our check, I think our girl could use a head start. I believe you are in the right position to reach forward and touch her thigh.”
Thank goodness for tablecloths. Matias was a good listener, and he began trailing his fingers up my inner thigh.
Even through my thin sweatpants, I felt the heat of his palm when he squeezed, getting so close to the area I really wanted him to touch.
Meanwhile, Yael adjusted herself and my toes so I could feel the heat of her core through her leggings just out of reach.
I’d never been more turned on in my life.
It was hard to concentrate, so it came as a surprise when both of them let go and addressed the server who dropped off the check.
In an attempt to look nonchalant, I slowly dropped my foot down and slid it back into the flat.
I needed them or a cold shower. I settled on fanning myself as I turned to look at the ocean.
“It is hot in here, isn’t it?” That statement was greeted with silence from my dinner partners. I turned to look at them, and they both broke out in laughter.
“Is it, though?” Matias raised his eyebrow and tilted his head in question.
“You are definitely one of the hottest things in here, if that helps,” quipped Yael.
With a swiftness I had a hard time keeping up with in my heightened, physically aroused state, we paid, exited the restaurant, received a location from Yael on our phones, and were all on our way to her house.
What just happened? Who cares. I was about to share the night with the smartest, sexiest, and most beautiful people I had ever met. I was one very lucky woman.
CONTROL, CONVERSATIONS, AND CONNECTIONS: YAEL
I raced home, trying to beat them, as I hadn’t started out my day expecting company.
Entering like a desert storm, I swiftly looked around for anything I’d left out or that needed organizing.
My present self thanked my past self for being such an organized person because, other than feeling the need to fluff up some pillows and set out some wine and glasses, my small but comfortable apartment looked great—if I did say so myself.