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CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

A month later I was back in Seattle. Quentin and I had just finished an intense session that ended with me riding him until we both erupted in an orgasmic crescendo. Now we lay on his bed sweating, our heart rates falling back to a more normal pace.

Ever since I’d arrived at the airport I’d wanted to bring up the topic of BA. Now was as good a time as any, so I screwed up my courage and blurted it out. “So have you ever met this BA guy? I mean, how well do you know him?”

Quentin shifted, and his dark eyes pierced my soul the way they did every time he looked at me with that intensity of his. “I’ve not met him in person. As to how well I know him, that’s relative, isn’t it?”

He was being evasive. Why was I surprised? I squirmed out of his arms and sat up to stare at him.

“
I guess. It’s just that…well, have you ever thought about sharing me—in person?” I gulped as embarrassment washed over me.

A devilish grin played at his lips. “Why Sophie, you continue to surprise me. What exactly are you suggesting?”

“
I can’t help it. You started me thinking about this whole thing about sharing me, and it’s kinda hot. I just wondered if you might have any interest in actually doing it. You know—in real life.”

“
Interesting.”

I felt my frustration beginning again. “All you have to say is ‘interesting’?”

He stroked his chin then said, “Tell me what you have in mind—exactly.”

“
You mean…” My stomach churned.

“
I mean describe what you would like to have happen with me and him. I want to hear every detail.”

“
I-I can’t…” I stammered. I should have known he’d make me work for it.

Crossing his arms over his chest, a mask of cool detachment cloaked his features. “You can. And you will. That is, if you want this conversation to go any further.”

Damn, he was such a sadist. I squeezed my eyes shut. “Fine.” Then I opened them, focusing my gaze on the floor. “So, perhaps we could meet at a hotel and you could both dominate me. Maybe take turns. Then share me.”

“
You’d like both of us to take you at once?” He said this so casually that it didn’t sound like it wouldn’t bother him in the slightest.

Even though I suspected, I had to ask. “Would that bother you?”

He contemplated it for a moment then answered, “No. I would be fine with that.”

I gulped. I guess that was what I truly wanted in this case, but it still felt weird that he would agree to sharing my body with another man. However, he was the one who had basically asked me to do it in the first place. I shouldn’t have been surprised.

“
Tell me about it. Walk me through it. I want to hear what’s going on in that dirty whore mind of yours.”

My pulse quickened and my pussy creamed the way it always did when he forced me to verbalize my fantasies, and since I knew I wasn’t going to be able to get out of this now, I spoke. “You would both sit on the couch in the hotel suite and make me strip naked for you. I’d have to do it slowly or you would punish me for not taking my time.”

He nodded, and I continued. “When I was completely naked, you’d have me spread my legs and bend over to touch the floor with my fingertips so you could both inspect me.”

“
That sounds reasonable.”

“
And you’d put your fingers inside me. One of you in my pussy, one in my ass.”

“
Ah. Preparing you for double penetration?”

My mouth grew dry. “Yes, Sir.”

“
Then?”

“
Then you would unzip your fly and release your cock right in front of me, and you’d tell me to suck your cock.”

“
And what would he do while you sucked me off?”

“
He’d whip me with a flogger.”

“
I see!” There was a note of glee in his voice that I hadn’t anticipated. “You’ve really thought about this.”

“
I have.”

“
Continue.”

“
So I would run my tongue over your cock and then you’d take over and fuck my mouth the way you wanted. And he’d be whipping me with the flogger. I’d groan and the vibration against your cock would eventually make you come and you’d shoot right down my throat. Then you’d make me lick off the rest of your cum and clean you.”

“
Damn, you’re already making me hard again. Such a slut. Keep going.”

“
Then you would instruct him on tying me up.”

“
How would we tie you?”

“
With a rope bra that accentuated my breasts. Not so tight that it cut off my circulation, but tight enough that it made them more sensitive. Then you’d put a leash on me and make me crawl around for a while, spanking my ass with your bare hands or with a paddle—making sure I knew my place.”

“
Your place being on all fours?”

“
At first, yes. You’d have him sit in a chair and make me crawl over and suck his cock while you watched and gave me instructions.”

“
Such a filthy girl, you are.”

I made a face at him.

“
Go on. I love it.”

“
I’d make him come with my mouth and he’d shoot all over my face, which would make you laugh.”

“
That would make me laugh. You know me too well, pet.”

“
But you would give me a rag to clean myself off with, because you are a good Dom.”

He nodded in agreement.

“
Next you’d open your bag of tricks and pull out a lovely jeweled butt plug and insert it in my ass. Then, while my bottom was adjusting to having something inside it, you’d ask me to lie on the bed on my back and you’d tell BA how to tie me up with my legs spread and my wrists attached to my thighs.”

“
Knees bent and ankles tied too?”

“
Yes, in that position that always makes me think of a frog.”

“
Perfect. Leaving both holes easily accessible for us to both penetrate you. Which one of us gets to fuck your ass?”

I winced. “I was hoping whoever has the skinnier penis, but I guess I’d leave that up to you.” Part of me prayed that BA would have a pencil dick and that we could go with him in my ass, but I knew Quentin would need to make that decision. I needed his dominance, and it wouldn’t make it any better for me to top from the bottom. Part of what turned me on so much was him dominating me, and my taking whatever he chose to give me.

“
What next?”

“
After you had me all tied up and helpless like that, with my breasts bound, you would each work on torturing my breasts. Slapping them, pinching, licking, sucking, biting them. They would be so sensitive, and with both of them being stimulated at the same time, you’d almost make me come. But every time I’d come close you’d stop, teasing me, torturing me. It would be both delicious and horribly frustrating at the same time. You would love keeping me on edge, and you’d be teaching BA how to do that to a woman.”

“
I like that.”

I knew he’d like playing the role of expert. Teacher. It was why he’d started this whole thing with BA, and the role suited him.

“
Next you’d do something painful. Maybe make a zipper of clothespins on my outer labia. The pain would pull me back from having an orgasm, but then you’d tell BA to eat my pussy.”

Quentin raised his eyebrows.

“
He’d lick me, and you’d undress and stroke your cock while you watched us. Then when you got ready, you’d tell him to undress too and you’d both fuck me.”

“
And how do you think that would feel?”

“
Well, I think the ass fucking would hurt at first. I know it does. So maybe you’d have him lie down with me on top of him.”

“
With you both facing the ceiling?”

“
Yeah, and while I was getting used to it, you could help stimulate my clit, my nipples…to make it feel better. I think I might rather that be you, because you know my body so well.”

“
Then I’d stick my cock in you and you’d be filled completely. Both holes.”

“
I know. Even considering it is overwhelming. But I think I’d like to try it.”

“
And do you know what it would feel like?”

“
I can only imagine.”

“
Let me help you.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

He pulled a butt plug out of his bag. This one wasn’t fancy and jeweled. It was plain and black and he squirted lube onto it before saying in a hoarse voice, “Lean over.”

I did as I was told and felt the cold, gooey lube against my anus, then the hard plastic pushing through my tight opening. He pushed it steadily in and I cried out. It always hurt when he did anything back there. But I’d grown to realize that the pleasure later was worth the initial discomfort. But still, I hated those first few minutes of bottom invasion.

“
Good girl,” he said and pushed me down on the bed and flipped me over on my back. He took my ankles and hooked them behind his neck, then slid his cock deep inside me. I was already so wet from talking about my kinky desires that he slid right in.

“
God, you’re such a slut. I fucking love it,” he said, pumping his hips into me hard. I could tell I’d really gotten him aroused with my fantasy.

“
So, do you think that we could do that?” I asked. That was, after all, the whole reason he’d made me tell him about my shameful ideas.

To my surprise he cupped a hand over my mouth. “Hush.”

A fresh wave of desire wafted over me as he quieted me. I’d always liked the idea of being gagged and this was close. Part of me wanted to try to bite him, but I knew that might get me in more trouble than I bargained for so instead I parted my lips enough to lick his palm, which was unexpectedly erotic.

“
You’re a little bitch, you know that?” he growled, thrusting his cock deep inside me, occasionally hitting my cervix, which made me twitch. Such a sensitive spot that hurt and felt good all at the same time.

My muscles clenched around him wildly and a few times I feared I might accidentally expel the butt plug. Even though he hadn’t made a big deal about me keeping it in, I knew instinctively that I needed to keep it in my bottom if at all possible. He was trying to give me a sense of what it would be like to have both holes stuffed and fucked, however mild the simulation would be compared to what it might feel like with a real cock.

The sensation was more intense than regular intercourse, I had to admit. My pussy felt tighter and with every thrust I felt some movement in my rectum, the sensitive nerve endings back there adding to the bliss of the experience.

He rocked in and out of me as I clung to him, the excruciatingly intense pleasure building and building to a crescendo. “I want to come. May I please come?” I begged.

“
Yes. And when you do, if you want to push that plug out of your ass you can.”

The sweet rush that accompanied permission. Sometimes I thought the permission he granted me was as divine as any of the physical things he did.

My body drifted to the edge, and when my climax came crashing over me, the intensity of it shook me. With one delicious push, I nudged the plug out of my ass. My orgasm blossomed into another orgasm and another on top of that one. I let out a cry that seemed to come from a place as ethereal as it was primal, and I felt like a naughty nymph who’d found the most exquisite place in the entire forest.

“
Wow!” I heard myself say, and started to come back to reality.

Quentin thrust into me a few more times before he emptied himself into me with a groan.

He laughed. “You liked that, huh? We’ll have to get your pearls back out.”

I managed a smile.

“
Intensifies the orgasm, doesn’t it?”

“
Yes,” I panted.

“
I’m so glad I uncovered the kinky girl who lives inside you,” he said throwing an arm over me as he lay down next to me.

“
Me too,” I said and laid my hand on his leg, enjoying the intimacy between us. These sweet afterglow moments were something I missed when we were apart, so I made a point to cherish them in the moment.

After a few minutes I rolled over and propped up onto my elbow. “So do you think we could do that? Not necessarily in that exact way, I’d want you and BA to orchestrate the scene…but do you think that you and I and BA could get together for a session?”

He let out an exasperated sigh. “Sophie…” he began, then stopped talking.

“
Yes. What is it? Would it just be too much?” Disappointment started to well up inside me. It was unfair of him to get me involved in this and then make it off limits. A dismal sense of deja vu washed over me. I’d felt this same way when he refused to meet me in person, when I could only have him over the internet. Now, here we were, in a similar situation. He’d introduced me to the forbidden fruit, but when I acknowledged my true nature, my true desires, he yanked away the possibility of fulfillment from me.