Faith (18 page)

David manages to remain still, allowing me to adjust and make myself comfortable. I squeeze him, and he smiles.

“That’s nice, love. I’m guessing you’re happy then?”

I nod.

“Okay. So we need you to lean forward against me, and lift your bottom as high as you can but without separating from me. You’ll ease yourself up, almost completely off me, but I’ll make sure my cock stays in you. Just raise your bum up for Ewan now.”

I lean over, pressing my breasts against his chest. I turn my head to lay my cheek on his shoulder.

“That’s good. Turn to face me though. I want to be able to see how you’re doing, and hear anything you say.”

Ah, yes. Safe words. I duly obey.

Ewan’s hands on my hips raise my bum a little higher, while David shifts his position slightly to maintain the connection between us. I know that they are managing all of this now, all I need do is allow my body to go limp and they’ll do the rest. I’m remarkably comfortable at that prospect, relishing my helplessness at this moment. I’m in their hands, and I trust them completely.

Ewan parts my buttocks, and the head of his cock enters my arse. It’s easy, I’m well prepared, slick, lubricated, and utterly relaxed. No force is required.

Ewan shifts a little, and presses forward. More of his cock slides inside my rear hole, and now it does hurt. I was already full, this feels impossible. I let out a small sound, fear rather than real pain. David hears me and lifts his hand. Ewan stops.

“Okay, love. We’ll hold it there for a moment. Breathe in. Now out. Again…” David’s soft, soothing tones have the desired effect. I know both doms are looking out for me, intent on my feelings, my response. They know what they’re doing, and nothing horrible is going to happen to me. I’m in safe hands.

“It’s okay. I’m fine. Thank you.”

I catch David’s almost imperceptible nod, and Ewan resumes the pressure. He pushes again, easing a little more of his cock into me, an inch, then two. He pauses, waits for a few moments, then starts again. This time I let out a long, satisfied moan as my arse opens to accept the entire length of him and he’s seated within me right to the root.

David thrusts upwards, at the same time re-angling me so that I am sandwiched between them, both my holes filled.

Oh. My. Good. God.

I’ve actually done it.
They
have actually done it. Two cocks inside me at the same time. Incredible.

“Well done, sweetheart. You managed that beautifully. Are you okay?”

Ewan lifts my hair to murmur in my ear. I open my eyes to look at him, his face etched with caring and concern. There’s lust too, arousal of course, but all that is overshadowed by his determination to establish that all is well with me. My heart turns over as I smile back at him. I have no words, so I blow him a kiss.

His answering smile is dazzling. He glances up at David, gives a brief nod.

“That’s good. So now, baby, we fuck you.”

Ewan withdraws his cock, ready to drive it back into me. I gasp as it slides home, my arse offering no resistance at all. At the same time David gives a powerful upwards thrust, his in-stroke timed to coincide with Ewan’s outward one. No words are exchanged between them as they set up a rhythm, perfectly synchronised, intense and relentless. It’s as though the spanking was just the warm-up for this sensual dance between the three of us, our bodies joined in perfect cooperation. Each of them is attuned to my needs, and to the other’s movements. The choreography is flawless.

My nervous system is in overdrive, while my muscles are totally limp. David takes my weight and I lie motionless on top of him, alive to every incredible sensation as they thrust into my receptive body. My clit pulses. I shift, just a fraction as I seek to rub against David. Ewan knows, as he always knows, and he slides his hand between my body and David’s to caress my clit.

My orgasm is there, instant, powerful, unstoppable. I convulse and writhe around both of the solid erections seated within me as Ewan continues to strum my quivering clit. The climax dies away, only to be rekindled as soon as they resume their glorious, pumping strokes.

Ewan is thrusting harder, picking up the pace. David matches it, and I know that neither of them will be long now. As though intent on dragging the last shreds of pleasure from me, Ewan rubs the pad of his middle finger over my clit again, this time instructing me to come and to do it now.

Obedience has become second nature, and this is so easy to do. I surrender to the waves of pure bliss flowing over me, through me, drowning me. I know the moment Ewan holds still for a second before driving his cock deep and holding that position as his semen pumps from him in a flood. Moments later David utters a soft but suitably obscene curse and does the same as my pussy and arse convulse around the pair of them.

“I’ll leave you two alone now.” David has dressed and is preparing to leave. Ewan and I are still naked, entwined together on the bed.

“Okay. We might see you in the bar later.” Ewan offers him a vague wave.

“Maybe.” David smiles at me. “Nice scene, Charity. And it was good to see you again. Another time, perhaps?”

“Yes, of course. Thank you, sir.”

With a final polite nod in our general direction, he slips out and closes the door behind him.

I turn back to Ewan and snuggle up tight.

“Tired?”

I yawn.

“Okay. Take a nap if you like.”

“Don’t we need to get off home? I mean, won’t there be other people wanting to use this room? Don’t you need to get up in the morning? What time is it anyway?”

“Christ, all these bloody questions. No. No. No. And ten past midnight.”

“What?” I peer at him, confused.

“No, there’s no hurry to leave. And no, there won’t be a queue forming outside. This is an exclusive fetish club, not a shared bathroom in a cheap hotel. The room is ours for as long as we want it. I have a Skype meeting tomorrow afternoon, but nothing more pressing than that. And it’s now nearer to eleven minutes past twelve. So, sleep.”

Well, when he puts it like that.
“Oh. Okay then.”

* * *

I wake up sometime later, still naked but alone in the bed. I lift my head to see Ewan, dressed now, seated on one of the spanking chairs. His gaze is locked on his phone, but he must have heard the rustle of the bedding. He glances at me, under his brows.

“Welcome back, sleeping beauty. Feeling more lively now?”

I stretch, work some of the kinks out of my muscles before coming up with an answer. In truth, I feel fabulous, invigorated, energised. Talk about power-napping. My bottom is sore, but I know that part of my anatomy will throb for days. My nipples are uncomfortable, and both my pussy and arse feel well used. As indeed they have been. With some effort I push myself up into a sitting position.

“Yes, sir. I feel fantastic.” I scowl at him, suspicious. “Did you slip me something?”

“Just my cock in your arse. It seems to have had the desired effect though. Ready for home now?”

I nod, casting my eyes around the room to locate my clothing.

“Here.” Ewan reaches down beside his chair and retrieves my leather corset. “Would you like to put this back on, or do you just want to cover up with your coat? You can go out to the car as you are.”

On second thoughts,
“Just the coat, please.”

The journey home through the small hours of a Yorkshire morning passes in companionable silence. It was after three when we left Fairlawns, it will be around four-thirty by the time we get home. This has been an eventful night, a night full of challenges and surprises. I feel good about what happened, what I did. What my dom made me do. But I can’t imagine wanting to repeat the adventure any time soon. I wonder if Ewan might though.

“Sir…?”

“Mmm, what is it, Faith?”

“Tonight was good. Better than good.”

“It was.” He keeps his attention on the road ahead. The M1 is virtually deserted at this time, but even so…

A few moments pass before Ewan breaks the silence. “It was good, but…?”

“How do you know there’s a but?”

“Faith, just tell me.”

“Will you want to do it again? Share me with another dom, I mean?”

“Another dom? Or David?”

“Either, I suppose.”

“I would never have suggested that scene with a dom you didn’t already know and trust. I knew you’d already responded well to David, and I have absolute confidence in him.” He casts a quick look across at me. “You know I’ll never expose you to anything you don’t want. Pushing boundaries is one thing, scaring you shitless is another.”

“I wasn’t scared.”

“Liar.”

“Okay. A little. But that’s good, isn’t it? Part of the experience.”

“Of course. And was it an experience you’d like to enjoy again?”

I hesitate. “Maybe. I’m not sure.”

“Which is nervous sub code for no.”

I glance at him, apprehensive. “Are you angry?”

“Am I… fuck. I wanted you to try scening with two doms. I wanted you to trust me enough to give it a go. You did. It was fabulous.
You
were fucking amazing.”

“I… I see.”

“If you want to do it again, then fine. I’ll set it up. If not, no problem.” He looks in my direction, his expression serious. “Are we still good, love? No hard feelings, on reflection?”

I nod, my gesture emphatic. “Yes, fine. Absolutely fine. Sir.”

“That’s good to hear.”

“But, there’s one last thing I want to say. Need to say, I suppose.”

“Go on.”

“I was scared, worried, embarrassed, a whole lot of things, I suppose. At the beginning. I might have said no. When we got upstairs, in the private room, my courage failed me. I was going to say no, even though I had already agreed, downstairs in the bar. But there was a moment, a point when I knew it would be good. That it would be alright, and that I really wanted to go ahead.”

“You could have stopped any time. Always, you can call a halt.”

“I know that.”

He nods, smiles at me. “So, this moment…?”

“When you told me to call David sir. Then he told me that you were in charge, that I was to take instructions from you. That you were still my master.”

“I should have made that clear.”

“Maybe. But it is clear now. And as long as I know that, anything is okay with me. I trust you. I knew you’d take care of me. I trust David too, but with you it’s… more. Deeper. I know that you love me, and care about me. And you know I adore you. I’m your submissive, you’re my dom. So—anything you ask me, anything you tell me to do, I’ll do it.”

Ewan is silent. The only sound is that of the indicator signalling left as we join the M62 motorway, heading towards Bradford. I’ve said my piece, I have nothing more to add.

Ewan navigates the car from the slip road to re-join the main carriageway. His eyes are fixed on the road ahead once more. Maybe he has nothing to add either.

“I’ll never let you down. You have my word. I love you.”
…or perhaps he does
. I reach for him, lay my hand on his thigh, and give a soft squeeze. It’s enough.

“Babe, could you do me a favour?”

I roll over in bed, pressing my mobile against my ear as I do. I glance at the clock, the angular, glowing numbers flickering on my bedside table. Seven-thirty in the morning here in the UK, nine-thirty in Qatar. Ewan’s been up for hours already I gather, locked in meetings with the Qatar football hierarchy, the Qatari royal family, and a bunch of local planning authorities dealing with the details of God knows how many new stadia they want to construct over the coming decade. I’ve only just woken so my brain is less focused. All I know is, I miss him.

“Mmm, I daresay. What do you need? Any idea when you’ll be back?”

“A couple more weeks probably.”

“I miss you.” He’s been away for three weeks already. Twice daily phone calls and more or less continuous texting does not cut it. I want him here.

“I miss you too. Are you sure you can’t give yourself a few days off? I could book you a flight out here today.”

I close my eyes, considering his offer. It
is
tempting. Hot sun, even hotter sex. Sea, sand. Fabulous shopping. I sigh as reality reasserts itself

“Nice idea. But I’ve got orders to meet. Deadlines.”

“Pity. If you change your mind, the offer’s still open. So, this favour…”

“Right, what do you want me to do?”

“You remember I said Carrie’s brother wants to collect her stuff? From her old room?”

“Yes, I remember.”

“Well, it seems he’s got a few days off work and can come up to Yorkshire this week. Otherwise it’ll be three months before he gets another chance. I’ve told him I’ll try to sort something out so he can get in my house.”

“You want me to let him in?”

“Could you?”

“I suppose. But are you sure? I mean, do you really want someone poking around in your house when you’re not there?”

“You’ll be there to keep an eye on him. But Mike’s a nice guy, there won’t be a problem. It won’t take that long. Just a couple of hours or so.”

“When does he want to be here?”

“Today. Or tomorrow. Up to you really.”

“Give him my number and tell him to get in touch. I’ll sort something out with him. It’s just the stuff from her room, right?”

“Right. The furniture’s mine, but any of the things from the drawers, her clothes, books, CDs—all that stuff was Carrie’s and Mike’s welcome to take whatever he wants. There are some empty boxes in the attic that he can use if he doesn’t bring his own.”

“Okay. I’ll tell him.”

“I appreciate this, sweetheart. Really.”

“I expect you to demonstrate that appreciation when you get back. Several times. I will require a lot of convincing.”

He chuckles, the sound rich and sexy in my ear. My pussy dampens, the effect instantaneous. I groan and plant my feet on the bedroom carpet.

Time to get up. Coffee calls. And perhaps a cool shower.

* * *

Ewan’s right, Mike is a nice guy. He arrives bang on time, the boot of his Volvo full of empty boxes. He’s come prepared. I spot him turning in to Ewan’s driveway and go out to meet him.