She chuckled then looked back down at me, shifting her grip in my hair. “Yes, and no. No because…” She traced my lip with her finger and fed it inside. “Suck on me, Steph.”
I shuddered at the want in her voice and at what he was doing. At the same moment, his cock had moved an inch farther in. Deeper. God. As I sucked, my eyes rolled up.
Jodie laughed again in that pretty way of hers. Though keeping her hands anchored in my hair, she stood. Her pussy was an inch from my mouth. She added softly, “Now lick me. Get me off, girl. Get me off like I did you.”
As if to make me lose the thread of what she instructed, Klaus slid all the way in. Though I groaned at the immense swell of sensation, I licked her. I wasn’t missing this chance, no matter how well he fucked me.
“Ohh,” she breathed. In that one lick, I knew I had her, and I smiled as I set my tongue and lips to working at her clit and pussy. I couldn’t go far, not with her hold, but I made my tongue do wonders.
The noise of Klaus shunting in and out of me escalated. The wet thuds against my butt, the feel of his balls gently touching between my legs, and Jodie’s climbing moan. God, oh fricking god. It seemed never-ending this assault on my senses, this climb of ecstasy. I moaned and breathed huskily along with her. I arched my back to him, as she tilted her pelvis at my lips, and as Klaus sped up in his thrusts. He went in, deeper, harder, louder, thumping me forward in the chair, scraping my knees on the table. The chair legs screeched across the timber.=
Within the mess of thoughts, I surfaced and managed to be delighted that I could do this to him, my supposed controller. At that moment, I had them both caught in
my
trap.
Then fuck, I lost it again—the spearing drive of his cock inside me became too much and I burst into an orgasm, somehow still sucking on Jodie, still breathing through my squeals as she jammed herself onto my mouth.
But I licked, I tasted her moisture, and I triumphed—I’d made her come.
The twitch and pulse of Klaus coming hit me next and I gasped in a tiny climax. The condom he wore limited what I felt, but I knew. I smiled. Then I let my lips slide across to the very top of Jodie’s thigh and I kissed her there, panting, with my eyes shut. Though my mind was half lost in the brain-scrambling fuss of an orgasm, I still wondered where this was going. If this was messing me up, what was it doing to them?
And, I wondered, in a macabre way, if next time he’d make me give him a blowjob, because then I could bite his dick off.
So easy to be courageous inside my head. I wasn’t superwoman. With my mouth resting on Jodie, I felt him withdraw, and I kissed her skin again, breathing her in.
She let go a little, her hands relaxing in my hair, though she trembled.
I wasn’t mean enough, was I? I reconsidered biting his dick off. Still, there might be opportunities. I didn’t have to sit still and take this.
Though Klaus had made us all get into the shower to get clean, with Steph between us, getting bitten and licked and soaped up in spite of her protests, we still had to wash up the dishes after. At least takeout left few dishes.
One of the things I liked about Klaus was his flexibility. For months, we’d both been in love with Total Power Exchange and being Master and slave but keeping up that sort of relationship was taxing. Some days, on weekends mostly, he told me what to do down to the very smallest details. Sometimes he helped me around the house, like any man, just because he wanted to. And some days he was in uber-sadist mode and we ignored the house and the outside world while he kept me in and out of pain for hours.
Tonight I washed and he dried the dishes, and Steph sat on the floor in one of my white lace dresses. No panties, as was I, and with wrists cuffed, and she looked like she thought this was as odd as a scene drawn from Alice in Wonderland. When Klaus playfully spanked me a few times with a wooden spoon from the drawer, her expression turned thoughtful.
I let the water out of the sink and turned to her, leaning back into the counter. “We’re not always serious, Steph, you know.” I shrugged and screwed up my mouth, trying to find the right way to put this. “We’re just normal sometimes…”
“Yeah?” Eyebrows quirked into a
V
, she held out her bound hands. “Like this is normal?”
She had a point there.
Klaus had hung up the dishcloth and now he went to her, pulling her to her feet with his hand beneath her arm. “Up. We’re all going into the living room where I’m going to tell you both the latest news.”
After tossing the last dried spoon into the drawer, I traipsed after them, checking the clock as I went past. I rarely wore a wristwatch at home. Ten thirty already?
Steph was again on the floor. Odd, to me, was me
not
being there, on the floor. I was almost more jealous of that than of Klaus fucking her. I didn’t call what he’d done making love.
Despite her almost knifing me, if anyone was connected in an affectionate way, it was Steph and myself. The way she’d kissed my leg, and the look in her eyes after that—I didn’t know why exactly, considering the completely off-the-wall circumstances, but we’d connected. And if I searched inside, I knew I wanted it to last.
I had a yearning to explore where she and I lay—where our psyches touched. Between one human being and another there might be a whole different world from what had come before. Philosophical crap perhaps? Or could this go as deep as what Klaus and I had?
I settled next to Klaus on the sofa, snuggling in when he put his arm around me.
From the way Steph looked at both him and me, if anyone were to be jealous, it would be her. I made a note to keep an eye on that.
“The news. They’ve found the bodies.”
Alarmed, I turned to him.
“It’s okay. So far there’s no hint of anything else. Only that they have homicide detectives investigating.” With his fingers, he smoothed the top of the shoulder strap on my dress. “Kat rang me though. She’s curious, but I think I distracted her. On Saturday night, before I came to get you, I mentioned Leon’s house to her. I didn’t tell her you’d gone to a party there though. I said we’d been thinking of taking a look at the house. So that’s your story if she asks you. Okay?”
“Okay.” It was curious that he’d decided to let Steph know all this. I’d wondered if he would keep her in the dark.
Steph cleared her throat and when no one interrupted, she continued. “What about me. Have they said anything?”
“No. Not yet. Or nothing in the reports I’ve heard. I expect they will though.” He sat forward, putting his palms together between his thighs. “Stephanie, I want to run through what I expect you to do from now on.”
Both Steph and I nodded. She, wide-eyed. Me, wondering where this was going, as he’d not talked to me about this either.
“I don’t want to keep you in the room forever. It’s not healthy for you.”
Bottom lip caught in her teeth, Steph blinked at him.
Oh, good one Klaus—showing you care. It wasn’t pretend. The man would be caring about her. For a sadistic Dom, he had his soft side. I’d experienced it, as had Baxter our cat, and I’m sure others, even if he was sneaky in his kindness. I’d nearly lost Klaus after the accident at the play party because of that softness in his character. He could blame himself for fate and crap like no one else. Thing is, if he didn’t, he wouldn’t be my Dom. This was Him, front and center. Taking charge or taking blame, this was Klaus.
I hugged him, briefly, from the side. After patting my arm, he went on.
“So Jodie is going to make sure you both exercise. You—” he looked back at me. “Are going to go jogging some mornings, like you should, but before I go to work.”
“Sure. I can do that.” Jogging around on the island was like a scenic tour. I rarely zoned out and forgot to look at the ocean or at my surroundings. Just a single kookaburra laughing in a gum tree, or the soft washing sound of waves rolling in and crumpling onshore would draw me back to the real.
“Good. And you’re in charge of sorting out all the household work. But the hard part is this: I want you to earn money from home, if at all possible. Have you considered that?”
“Yes.” I’d anticipated. In fact I’d been wracking my brains—I hated being idle and I figured it was best to occupy Steph too. “I’ve done online research for other writers before—for magazine articles, for authors, for producers, and I’m fairly sure I can drum up some work again. Steph can help me. You got that, Steph? I know you can write and research. I remember that, even if you and I spent half our time partying at uni. Okay?”
“You want me to help you earn money?”
“Yes.”
Klaus added in support. “Do you think we can afford to feed you, get you medications, or clothe you without you contributing?”
“Clothe me? What the fuck!”
For some reason that had angered her more than I’d seen for ages. What would Klaus do? I could almost hear his eyes narrowing, but Steph carried on, straight over the cliff.
“Shit, yes I do think that! You want me to
contribute
? I’m not going to let you do all of this to me and then expect—”
Klaus sprang to his feet, picked her up, and sat back on the sofa with her draped over his lap and her head up my end. “Punishment. No swearing.”
I shifted away to give him more room.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! You can’t…you…let me go!” she sputtered then craned her neck back to plead with me. “Jodie?”
“I’m sorry. You can’t do what you just did and expect
nothing
to happen.”
“Fuck.”
Without warning, Klaus flipped up the bottom of her dress, anchored the hem at her waist with one hand then swatted her ass with the other.
“Uh!” Steph put her head down, hiding her face in the sofa. “No,” she whispered. “No, you can’t. Don’t. Please?”
“I can. How many swear words was that? Five?”
“No! Was not. Three?”
“Hmm. Our toy is not good at counting, is she?” Though he angled an eyebrow at me, he went back to smoothing his palm in circles on her butt.
I nudged him gently. “Stop admiring your handprint.”
“Finally jealous, Jodie?”
“No. I can understand the attraction. That ass deserves to be spanked. Really it does. May I?” I waved a hand toward her offending rear end.
“Jodie,” she whined. “You wouldn’t?” Then she wriggled on his lap, but not enough to be an escape attempt.
I wondered if this was firing her up. It damn well was me.
“Go for it,” Klaus leaned back, giving me space. “Ten more should do. Especially since I don’t expect you to be able to spank harder than a mouse.”
“Ten! I never said that many. Oh crap,” she muttered. “Shit, shit. Fuck. There. I made my quota.”
“Bad toy!” I chuckled then half-stood, propped one hand on her back, and reached across him. I delivered ten spanks as hard as I could—determined not to be
too
outdone by my Dom. She yelped on the last few and I sat back smiling at Klaus before checking the results. “See? I did good. Her bottom is going a nice pink.”
“Owie,” Steph muttered. “F—” She sighed and relaxed, giving in.
“Now.” Klaus lightly patted her bottom as he spoke. “You agree you will be helping Jodie earn money?”
Her swallow was small. “What choice do I have?”
“None.”
“Shi…” Her silence still, somehow, seemed full of swearing. “Yes.”
“Good girl,” I murmured then slipped off the sofa onto my knees, turned her face toward me, and studied her features, while she looked back at me with those world-sinking brown eyes of hers. I kissed her.
Those soft lips entranced me, like always, and I shut my eyes to feel them give beneath mine…the warm intrusion of her tongue tip into my mouth then of mine into hers. I moved my head to get better access, pleased at her small noises of pleasure. We dueled like that a while before Klaus interrupted.
“If you two do that much longer I’ll be forced to tie you both up and fuck you again, and I really need to get some sleep tonight. Stop.”
“Aww.” Dubious, I eyed him then gave Steph a last petite kiss. “Are you sure we can’t tempt you?”
He grabbed my hair until I winced, then he made me knee-walk my way to him. With Steph beneath and between us, squirming a little, he kissed me. The difference between his hard, dominant nature and her softer one was so abrupt I moaned into his mouth, not sure what the hell I was doing except that I wanted someone’s hand, mouth, or whatever, on me. I tried to pull his hand between my legs but got nowhere.
“Klaus,” I protested, pouting. “Please?”
“No.” He nipped the end of my nose. “I’m sorry, but it’s bedtime for us all.”
“Fuck.” I pouted.
“Oh?” Fast and powerful he yanked me forward across Steph and spanked me twice.
The sting made me jump. I struggled upright, reaching back to soothe the hurt.
“Say sorry, girl.”
“Sorry, Sir.” But I smiled, unable to hide my glee at being punished. He knew I liked it and reserved nastier punishments for our real debates when I went way overboard. Which was good, as I, in a way, liked and needed that too.
A hardness came over him then—as happened when the need to hurt me badly struck him—and I froze like a dove pinioned by a hawk, waiting, dreading. “I think I have been too lenient. What do you think?” His eyes had a gray aspect, his mouth was straight as a knife, and he held Steph down on his lap as if she were no more than some inanimate object. A second later, he shook himself and the need passed. His face cleared. “Let’s get to bed. You can both sleep naked.”
I breathed and let a shiver run through me. “Naked?”
He smiled. “Sounds good to me.”
“Me too.”
Some nights I wore PJs, some a t-shirt and panties, but tonight was skin to skin as Klaus was naked also. To my delight, he brought Steph to our bed, and made her lie between us.
I wanted her untied so that, perhaps, I could coax her to touch me of her own volition, but I guess he didn’t trust her yet. At least her hands were to her front. Like that, they almost framed her breasts, cupping them when she was on her side.
“Are you tired?” I asked her quietly, and drew a finger down her jaw. Since her eyelids were drifting half-shut it seemed likely.