“
Our
dom?” he questions me, his expression dark, unreadable for once. His eyes normally always give him away, just not at the moment I need to be able to read him the most.
“Yes,
our
dom. We will both give ourselves over to him for the evening. I mean, if you are up for it.” I wink at him as I pucker my bright red lips together. His eyes skim my body from top to bottom before he turns his head toward Vince. Even though I see nothing but the back of his head, I know exactly what he is doing. He is sizing up Vince.
I lean in to Levi, running my tongue along his ear before I whisper words of encouragement. “What's the big deal? It's not like you don't like it up the ass already, Levi.”
Please say no, please say no, please say no,
I chant to myself, praying this will push Levi so far away that he will never try to get in my bed again. I guess I was just lying to myself, pretending I didn't care. Just leave the one night we had together at that. He turns, facing me with a lustful look. He leans in and takes my lips ever so gently. The chaste kiss is more than I expected, and I’m thrown completely off guard.
“As long as it’s with you, I would do anything, baby.” My gut clenches at his words. I am so beyond fucked.
My plan just backfired in my face. Now I have no choice but to go through with it all. I start walking toward Vince, as he turns to meet my strides. “Master Vince, this is Levi. Levi, this is the world famous Master Vince. He will be our dom for the night.” They both extend hands while exchanging greetings.
“Why don't we continue this in the blue room,” Vince suggests before turning to walk down the long hallway lined with various private suites in the back of the club. As we reach the end of the hallway, he pulls out a key and unlocks the last room on the right. “Ladies first.” He smiles as I stride through the threshold, Levi not far behind me.
The blue room is one of the most lavish rooms available at Sinners and Swingers. A large, sleek, round, modern bed sits in the middle, made with insanely soft, navy blue sheets. The walls are painted a deep ocean blue, and various toys line the walls. Whips, floggers, paddles, and my personal favorite, nylon rope. A sex swing hangs in the corner with a mirror parallel. Looking up, a mirror lines the ceiling above the spacious round bed. It is the most equipped room for a group encounter.
Over the years, I’ve heard tales of sprawling orgies taking place in the blue room, never thinking I would see the inside. Not that I’m reserved sexually, but I always held a four person maximum. After that, body parts get confusing and you just have no idea what belongs to whom. Not my thing at all.
Vince turns to Levi and me while he takes his vest off, laying it on a wooden bench next to the door. “The safe word tonight is lemon. If anything here becomes too much for either of you, all you have to do is say lemon. But, at Mistress Marilyn's request, I will go easy.”
“Oh, I can take anything the two of you will send my way.” Levi's words sound velvety smooth yet filled with bravado as he responds to Vince. The Master’s eyebrows lift in question, looking directly at me. I shrug in response.
Needing further clarification, Vince speaks again, his voice low and seductive. “Will there be any man-on-man action tonight?”
I’m just as interested in the answer. I stare at Levi, waiting for him to reply; he is confused, torn, as am I. A hint of jealousy erupts through my chest just thinking about Levi with anyone else.
What. The. Fuck?
He wants to say yes, but he doesn't want the implication of questioning his sexuality after the experience. I’m mean, but I’m not mean enough to thrust him into that, so I cut in, quickly becoming territorial.
“No, if anything, I will use my strap-on to fuck Levi. But honestly, Vince, I would just rather have two cocks inside me tonight. It's been
so
long.” I sound like a whiny little girl, Veruca Salt in
Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory
. I hadn't planned on
wanting
the experience, but since it has presented itself, I’ll jump at it. Something about two cocks at once always sets me on fire.
“Thanks for clearing that up, Mistress Marilyn. If that is all the business we have, you both will strip now.” Master Vince's voice leaves no hesitation at all. A shiver slides down my spine; damn, this man is good at what he does. I wonder why I never gave in to him before. Not that being dominated was high on my list of shit to do.
My corset falls to the floor alongside the barely there skirt. Before I can remove any of my lace lingerie, Master Vince stops me, eyes blazing over my body.
“Well, well, well. Mistress Marilyn. I have heard tale of your erotic lingerie, but it could have never prepared me for this beautiful sight. Leave it all on, except for the bra. Lose that.” His hand grazes my back, and I feel the clasp of my bra unsnap. I slide it down my body, letting it join the rest of my clothing on the floor. Completely distracted by Vince, I hadn't noticed Levi kneeling in front of me on the floor, completely naked.
Damn, I will never get enough of his body.
“Kneel alongside of him, Mistress Marilyn. Show your respect.”
Without argument, I kneel. Something I had only done once before. The inferior feeling it leaves me with is a turn off. I crave dominance and power; it runs through my veins like a lifeline. Can I honestly go through with this?
“Good girl, Mistress Marilyn. I know how hard that is for you. In reward, I will let you pick the first move with the sub.”
He surprises me. I stand, circling Levi until his face is level with my aching pussy.
“Stand up, Levi. Sit on the bed and wait there for me.”
I turn to Vince, before questioning him, “Am I to call the shots with you, too, or only Levi?”
Lust flashes in Vince's eyes as he replies, “Both of us, Mistress Marilyn. Tonight is your night.” I’d be lying if I said I wasn't taken aback. Of all the years at this club, I had never once heard tale of Vince allowing anyone other than himself control. It’s an exhilarating feeling.
Relief floods through my body as desire pools at my core. If the tables had just turned in my favor, I can certainly have fun with this. My stomach clenches as it completes nervous somersaults. Completely out of character for me in every way imaginable. I can’t help but ask myself if this reaction would be brewing if Levi wasn't in the room. If this was just a random fuck with two men I didn't know.
“In that case, you on the bed, too, Vince. But lose the pants first. While I like to see you in that tight leather, I have been eying that bulge all night.” I run my tongue over my bottom lip, and smile in his direction, completely ignoring the naked Levi lying on the bed, waiting for my next move.
Vince's pants meet the floor, and he is perfectly naked.
God Bless America, look at that gorgeous uncut cock.
While his dick is impressive in a delicious way, it has nothing on Levi's. The more I argue internally over who has a better dick, the more I pick up on their differences. While Levi’s is long and thick and cut, Vince’s is long and much less impressive in the girth department.
This isn't a game, Seven. “I'll take, ‘Who has the better cock for $600, Alex.’” Fuck!
I pick up a box of condoms from the bench next to the door, along with a bottle of lube. In nothing but the barely there lacy lingerie, I make my way to the bed. I hand each waiting man a condom before beginning my instructions for the first encounter of the night.
“Roll 'em on, boys.” My nipples stand at attention as I watch both men work the latex down their impressive lengths. One leg at a time, I crawl onto the sprawling round bed, making my way to Levi. “Lube is for you, Vince.”
I move up the bed, straddling Levi's legs and watching his dick jump.
“Down boy.” I pinch his nipple between my nails while I lower my mouth to trace the curves of his sculpted abs. Absolutely delicious. With every swipe of my tongue, I feel his hard length pressing against my stomach as I continue working my mouth up his body. Behind me, I hear Vince opening the lube.
“Patience, Vince,” I snap, not even turning back to acknowledge him. Big mistake. A loud slap rings through the heavy air in the blue room; his strong hand comes in contact with my naked ass in a fit of rage. I’d be lying if I said it didn't excite the shit out of me.
I let out a purr as I eye the delicious man over my shoulder. “Mmmmm, looks like Master knows I like it rough.”
Without missing a beat, Vince lands another blow on my ass, this time striking my bare cunt with his vast hand. I yelp with pleasure. Desperate to climb toward my climax, I crawl further up Levi's hard body, and take his lips. I playfully tug on his plump bottom lip before sucking it between my teeth. A grunt drifts out of his mouth; he loves every minute. His eyes lock on mine, echoing the call for need deep within my own dark eyes.
“Put it in me, Levi.” My voice rolls through the room with grace, not letting on how needy and desperate I am for his cock to fill me.
His hand fists his impressive length, rubbing it slowly across my slick entrance. Back and forth, rubbing my clit, before sliding the head of his cock in between my warm, welcoming folds. Like a cat in heat, I slam my hips down, taking all of his cock in one liquid movement. He fills me up so good, like he was custom built for my cunt. I rock back and forth as I feel him bottoming out inside me. He grunts with every thrust, echoing an appreciation for my pussy.
My tits bounce up and down as I ride Levi, like my life depends on it. I throw back my head in ecstasy as the tip of his dick meets my g-spot, over and over again. I completely forget about Vince until I feel his slick member pressing against the crack of my ass. If I thought I was having fun before, this is about to go off the charts. I reluctantly slow my pace with Levi, and raise my butt in the air, giving Vince perfect access to my puckered hole. My eyes lock with Levi as I feel the cool jelly squirt onto my backdoor. I inhale sharply, never breaking my stare as I feel Vince slowly push his length in. Inch-by-inch, my body tenses. Levi can read my expression and begins to lavish my mouth with lustful yet comforting kisses. His distraction works, and when Vince is all the way in, I break my mouth away from his, panting with need.
“This is even better than I expected, Mistress Marilyn.” Vince's words send a chill down my spine as he begins to pump in and out of my ass. Levi soon begins to match each thrust. And there you have it folks - a fucking Seven sandwich. As the men each have their way with my body, I feel like I am being sent straight up to Heaven. Each thrust into my body rings through my soul. My womb clenches as I feel my orgasm starting to brew.
Hands clasp around my neck from behind. Vince is close to getting off. He chokes me while he slams into my ass with sure strokes.
“Yeah, that's right. Such a tight little ass. Fuck, you feel good.” His words inch me closer to my climax, and when Levi takes my puckered nipple into his mouth, I explode. My body shakes violently as the two men struggle to keep me upright while they join me in climax.
Vince is first. His pace quickens as he slams frantically into me. His balls slap my ass as he grunts into my ear with a “oh, fuck, yeah!” His hand comes crashing down on my ass once more as he rides his orgasm.
Levi thrusts up, and I move my hips to meet each of his frantic movements. He groans quietly, and holds his breath while he lets go. His thick cock pulses inside my tight pussy and I can feel him emptying into the waiting latex shield. “Fuck,” I groan as I fall helplessly against his chest. Vince slowly pulls out, disposing of his used condom, while I lay sated and helpless in the strong arms of the one man I want to drive far, far away from me.
A loud knock on the door startles all of us, pulling me from my orgasm-induced coma. “Just a minute,” Vince bellows, covering Levi and me up with the navy blue bed sheet, and sliding his tight leather pants back on.
He cracks the door and is met by a club employee, pulling him out to handle an unruly guest. Something that happens more often than any of us would like to admit. Before he leaves, his green eyes rake their gaze over mine as he speaks.
“Thank you Mistress Marilyn. I really enjoyed myself. I would
love
to do it again.” Like that, he is gone, closing and locking the door behind him. Leaving me naked and alone with Levi, as I realize his dick is still firmly planted inside me, and ready to go for round two.
“We can't do this.” I drag my tired body off of him, and he looks at me confused.
“What do you mean, Seven?” He’s concerned, maybe upset? I can't read him; fuck, I can't even read myself right now. All I know is I have to get as far away from him as I can.
“Listen, I thought tonight wouldn't happen. I thought my need for another man would send you running. I didn't know this all would take place.” I wave my arms around like a lunatic, tugging the sheet with me to find my clothes. I slide my corset back on, and look around the room for my skirt.
“Seven?” His voice is quiet, meek, broken.
“What, Levi?” I snap, turning to look at him he is still lying naked in the bed, slipping the used condom off his hard dick.
“It's just sex.” His words catch me off guard. He shrugs our evening off as ‘just sex?’ Well, it is just sex, but for the first time since I started my parade of men years ago, the words '
just sex
' actually hurt. When they aren't supposed to bother me in the least.
“Yes, Levi. That is all it is. Just sex.” I pause for a moment, re-thinking everything I’d wanted this night to be. “And this was it for us. Club or no club, we won't sleep together again. This was a momentary lapse in judgment on my part, and because of our extremely close professional connection, I just can't risk this happening again. I’m sorry.” I find my skirt and pull it on, following it with the boots I wore. I try and ignore him, but I can feel his gaze on me, as he works to find his own clothes, somewhere within the walls of the sprawling blue room.
“I guess I will see you Monday morning?” he questions, as I pull my jacket up off the bench next to the door. I shouldn't turn to look at him, but I do anyway. He looks like a wounded animal, and the typical '
I don't give a fuck
' attitude that I carry is thrown out the window. I actually feel bad for him; his broken look mirrors the broken pieces of his heart, and I actually care for once.