Castles Burning Part One (7 page)

“I think so.” I said playfully at Aden, who grinned at me, and made his way to the bedroom without saying a word to me.

After Christie and I dried off with the fluffy towels in the candle cabinet
, we headed in to the bedroom where the boys were already patiently waiting. Christie climbed onto the bed before me and before she could lay down I stilled her with a hand on her bottom.

“Stay like that.” I said, rubbing her porce
lain skin, moving my fingers between the folds of her labia, feeling her wetness from going down on me. When she let out a soft moan I slipped in my two middle fingers, using my other hand to spread one of her cheeks to give the boys a good view. Sliding my fingers in and out of her slowly I swirled them around until I felt her tightening around my fingers, and almost on an impulse, smacked her tender rump, once, hard.

“Fuck!
Oh my God.” She said, glancing back at me.

“Did that feel ok?” I asked her whi
le rubbing the part I’d just smacked. Hoping that I could introduce a way for her and Alex to curb her impulses.

“I… yes.”
She stammered.

“Good. Alex, come here.” I said to h
im, smiling at Aden. Alex sat beside me on the bed, placing his chin on my shoulder and watching my demonstration.

I lifted my h
and and smacked Christie’s right cheek before quickly landing two more on her left. Almost instantly her fair colored skin blushed before me and she let out a small cry of pain.

“I don’t want you to cut yourself anymore Christie.” I said with a smack. “I want you to enjoy your pain.”
I added with another smack. “Understand?” I asked her. When she didn’t answer I asked again and emphasized with another pop to her butt.

“Yes, yes I understand.”

“Good girl.” I purred at her.

She turned over to lay back against the pillows and I settled with one of my knees between her legs, kissing her softly, caressing her breasts and trailing my fingers down to slip inside of her, quickly finding her swollen gland I rubbed my two fingers against it and used my thumb on her clit until she began to contract around me. Feeling big hands on my ass, I knew Aden had come up behind me,
he pressed his hand against the back of my head and I dipped my head to lick Christie’s clitoris. Alex was playing with Christie’s breasts as Aden placed his head against my opening and began to sink himself in slowly. We had never gone this far in a group before, but at this point I was too overcome with lust to care.

As Aden began to slide in and out of me I began to moan against Christie’s sex, working more furiously on her until she
came hard and cried out. Alex sat up and leaned across Christie to kiss her passionately as Aden scooted us to the foot of the bed, planted his hands on my hips and picked up his tempo. With the state of his arousal his erection was almost too much for me to handle, each thrust felt as if it were impaling my throat. When I tried to pull away a little Aden grabbed a hand full of my hair and yanked my head up to savagely kiss me, melting my insides and making me crave him even more. I grunted with my exertion, and my need for him.

Alex placed a hand at the base of Christie’s throat and with his thumb turned her jaw until she was facing Aden and I
, her eyes opened slowly to watch us, her eyelids heavy with passion as Alex kissed her throat, his warm brown hair falling almost boyishly across his forehead as he began to move inside her, teeth gritted, his eyes focused on her pretty features. After a moment Alex turned Christie’s face back to him, breathing heavily, the passion and love in his features clear as day as he wrapped her face in his large hands, resting his forehead on hers, his knees on each side of her hips. After a moment of this Christie’s features crumpled before her eyes clamped shut.

“Fuck,” she whimpered, gripping his hands that held her delicate face, “Oh God, oh yes baby, yes, yes, y
es make me come.” She pleaded before crying out in release.

Aden came to lay beside me, lifting my right leg and entering me from behind
, as he started to move I reached down to rub myself, barely noticing Alex and Christie watching anymore, the sensations were ripping through me and all I could think at that moment was how badly I needed to come. Aden’s thrusts became fuller, longer, and the tempo picked up speed. He clutched my hip ferociously, moving me to match his rhythm, making me squirm with need. I didn’t think I could take anymore when I finally reached the edge, screaming as I felt hot liquid spreading out around Aden’s thickness. I collapsed back on the bed breathing hard and trying to not focus on the annoying ringing in my ears.

Later that night, I lay awake staring at the lake through the big window beside the bed, dreading the end of the weekend that mar
ked my return to the Navy base. A soft knock on my door pulled me from my thoughts, and Aden scooted into bed beside me, curling his arm around my waist. I nestled down into the warm blankets more and finally found comfort in the huge bed with his arms around me.

“I missed you.” Aden whispered.

“I missed you too.”

As the pouring rain left long trails of water streaks running down the window pane, sleep came swiftly to claim me. My dreams were littered with thoughts of the man who had murdered Christie’
s sister, a man who we all thought we could trust.

The next morning I woke wrapped in Aden’s arms, blankets twisted around my legs, and the smell of bacon floating in the air. After a quick bathroom trip I made my way to the kitchen, leaving Aden to sleep in the bed, I quietly closed the door behind me. Christie was sitting at the breakfast bar, a bowl of fruit in front of her, and a plate toast, and bacon sat with a fresh pot of coffee. I sat on the bar stool across from her and helped myself to some breakfast.

“Was it weird last night?” She asked after a moment.

“No, why?”

“I don’t know
, it’s just been so long since the camping trip.” She laughed nervously.

“Was it weird for you?”

“Not at all. I love to be watched you know that.” She laughed as she sipped her coffee.

“What about the spanking part?”
I asked as I nibbled on a piece of bacon.

“I liked it. It isn’t the first time that Alex has approached the subject with me, but I don
’t think he has much of an idea about it.” She said.

“I got that feeling too, but he is interested in it that’s for sure.”

“I want to watch you and Aden.” She said after a short silence, glancing up at me from her coffee.

“Like, watch me get spanked? We don’t do it the way I showed you last night… I just love the feeling of
it, it’s grounding, satisfying of course, but I don’t crave to hurt myself in place of it, you know?”

“Well, that, but I mean I really want to watch you guys… in your element. You know… the stuff you told
me about when you were living together.” She said quietly.

I chewed on that for a moment. Did I want to let her see me that vulnerable? The idea made my insides warm and instantly I was convinced. “I
think I would be fine with that. I’m sure Aden would love to show off again.” I rolled my eyes and Christie laughed.

Looking seriously at me and placing her hand over mine she added, “Thank you, I really am interested in learning more about this, I don’t trust anyone more than I trust you and Aden.”

“I know.” I smiled at her and as Alex came sauntering sleepily into the kitchen I poured him a cup of coffee as he plopped down on the barstool beside Christie before yawning noisily and scratching his head before kissing her sweetly on the cheek.

“What’s the plan for today?” He asked sipping from his cup.

“I think we should go fishing, it’s sunny.” Christie offered brightly.

“That would be fun,” I agreed, “cold though.”

We spent the afternoon on the water, bundled up in sweats and jackets, eating fruit, cheese and smoked salmon, and drinking beer. Usually, Aden liked to drive the boat too fast, but since it was cold, he didn’t want the wind freezing us all. Instead, we left the boat floating and Aden sat under a blanket with me. Alex and Christie made out indiscreetly on the other side of the boat under their own blanket. I placed my head on Aden’s shoulder as we watched the sky change from blue to a vibrant orange, and finally to a deep red. I took a deep breath, I’d missed the clear, clean air in Washington, it was fresh, and satisfying.

When the sun was below the waterline
, and the air turned from chilly to outright freezing we made our way back to the house, we didn’t catch a single fish, but we didn’t mind, we had enough food in the kitchen to last the week. As we made our way up the sun bleached steps to the deck the first few sprinkles of rain made their way down. As they landed on the dry sand and pavement it lit the air with the smell of my childhood. Of all the places I’d seen and lived there was nothing that smelled as wonderful as this. Leaves, rain, moss and the sweet, delicious smell of the last bit of blackberries lingering in the air, the smell of my childhood, the smell of adventure and youth, the smell of happiness.

After a long day on the water I decided to take a nice bath, the soak tub really was exquisite, small jets sent the water against my skin with just enough force. Aden made his way around the corner and sat on the edge of the tub, smiling down at me as h
e took the loofa in his hand, dipped it into the warm soapy water, and began to massage my shoulders.

“Alex told me something about Christie.”
He said.

“What is it?”
I asked.

“She wants to watch me train you.”
His voice was low.

“I know, she told me earlier today. I think she wants to find a way to channel her impulses.”

“I think so too. Alex has wanted to get her into it for a while, he even came with me to a couple of my meetings but then he just quit coming. I don’t think he knew how to bring it up to her.”

“Meetings?”
I asked.

“Yeah, there’s a group of people here who have similar interests as you and I, couple times a month we all get together to learn safety and techniques. Some of them are into swinging too.”

“Oh.” Jealously seethed through my veins and I fought to keep them at bay, though I felt the flush creeping up my neck.

“So, what do you want to do? Let her watch?”
He asked.

“Actually, the
idea is really hot to me,” I told him, chasing the bubbles with my hands. “I do want to, if you’re comfortable. Do you want to?” I asked turning my face up to him.

“
I think so. When do you want to do it?” He asked, his face was serious, and betrayed no emotion.

“As soon as possible, tonight, if you want.”
I said, looking away, embarrassed by how turned on at the thought I was.

“I’ll run to the
store.” He said, laughing as he made his way out of the bathroom.

“Take Alex wit
h you!” I hollered from the tub, grinning from ear to ear.

***

I hopped up onto the pool table, and pulled my hair back into a pony tail. The felt surface was slightly rough and scratchy; the trim was cold against my naked flesh. It had been a long time since I felt this pounding in my chest, the excitement fluttering in my tummy and anticipation coursing through my veins. Aden stood before me, bare chest and feet, his black jeans unbuttoned and hanging loosely from his hips, as he fiddled with something on the bar, his black hair clashing with his steel blue eyes. Christie and Alex were on the couch, watching inconspicuously, to my relief. I couldn’t take my eyes off Aden as he paced before me, running his fingers through the leather straps of his flogger. I licked my lips at the sight of him, and briefly wondered why he brought it; did he know we would be immediately drawn back to one another? I knew it would happen the moment I hung up the phone that night. I would have gladly begged for it if I had needed to, if he wanted me to.

“What’s your safe word?”
He asked, circling the pool table like a predator circling his prey.

“Blue.”
I said flatly.

Aden closed the distance between us
with two long strides, and I smiled at him as he captured my jaw in his right hand, his left holding the flogger at his side. “What did you just say to me?”

“Blue. M
y safe word is Blue.” I repeated, raising my eyebrows at him, in mock innocence. I knew full well what he wanted, but I wanted to make an example for our viewers.

Quick
ly the flogger connected with the right side of my body, nipping my flesh. Reflexively, I brought my arm up to shield my breasts, and Aden yanked it away and put it in my lap, on top of my other hand. I stifled a grin that threatened to spread across my face, and looked down at my hands.

“How do you addres
s me when you speak to me?” He asked, taking my jaw into his hand once more, and pulling my face up to his.

“Sir.”
I said, looking at his succulent lips, I wanted to feel them on me, viciously, claiming me.

“And what is your safe word?”
He asked.