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Engaged

"Engaged? Engaged Olivia? To that asshole?" she pointed to the door that had just shut as her fiancé left their house "Are you fucking insane?" The rage in Nikki's voice did nothing to change her mind, she wouldn't fight back, Nikki just didn't understand how she could be a lesbian for so long and find love with a man before they'd ever tempted the idea of sex. He was the first and only man who had ever made her feel even a shimmer of what Nikki did for her in the past. "Jesus honey, he was supposed to be a one night stand, to see if you liked conformity. You weren't actually supposed to switch teams on me." There it was... at the end, where her anger lost its steam, where the hurt and betrayal took over. There was the truth of it all and Olivia knew it was coming for some time now.

"Nikki please don't ruin this moment for me." Olivia kept her voice soft, almost childlike; she knew it would calm the beast. Well, the metaphorical beast Nikki became when she was pissed, pacing the floor like a lion stalking its prey.

"Don't! Don't you dare use that sexy, innocent voice with me right now!" She jabbed a finger in Olivia's direction who then reached out and took her hand, tugged her softly until Nikki budged and walked into her arms. Nikki was 6' to her 5'8" so her longer arms curled around Olivia as her own went down around her waist. "You're such a bitch." The words were followed by squeeze and an even smaller "I know" on Olivia's part.

Tilting her head up to meet her gaze, "Nikki, you changed my life, you know that right?" With a nod of her head she replied, "You've always been the best part of mine honey." And she did exactly what Olivia was afraid of. Pinning her arms to her sides, she closed the space between them and kissed her. It was a soft, begging kiss that promised things would never change between them. That Nikki would always love her, would never, and could never give that up. What she hadn't expected was the response her body gave back.

"Nikki, we shouldn't." She murmured into the kiss, but her body had a mind of its own as she splayed her fingers over the small of her back, smoothing them down over the gentle curve of Nikki's ass to pull her body even tighter to her own. Because of their height difference, Nikki's breasts rested atop her own and they bounced with the soft laugh she gave.

"Since when have we ever done what's right?" Gods almighty the mischief in her hazel eyes as she backed Olivia up against the back of the couch. "If you can tell me to stop and mean it, I'll never touch you again" Olivia tried to say the words but it was hard to speak when Nikki's kiss swollen lips were descending on hers; especially hard when that kiss was nothing like the first. The kiss was all teeth and tongue, biting, exploring, a dance of tongues that left them both moaning into each other’s mouths.

"Stop..." She had to test the word, but it didn't sound convincing even to herself. "No." Nikki grinned as she masterfully undid the button and fly to her jeans. She turned Olivia around and bent her over the couch, gripped the fabric and pulled it down to pool at her ankles. Olivia's nails raked the cushions as the cool air hit her sex and she cried out in shock as Nikki's hot, wet tongue stroked her folds from her clit to her puckered little ass.

"St...st...stop..." She moaned as Nikki's tongue darted in and out of her body, as her fingers stroked against her clit, as she delivered spanking after spanking to her now cherry red ass for being a "naughty girl".

"I told you, only if you mean it honey." Nikki raked her nails softly down her inner thighs, smiling as it made Olivia arch her back and press her ass out even more. She stood and pulled Olivia's hair, wrapping it twice around her hand so she couldn't go anywhere. "Nikki st..." she shoved three fingers into her, cutting her words off because that time sounded too serious for her liking. Nikki was relentless, knew every kink, pace, and every spot to hit to make Olivia go crazy.

"He doesn't know you like I do." To emphasize, she began scissoring her fingers until her they were coated with Olivia's sticky cream. But she was far from done. Hooking them, she twisted her wrist back and forth rubbing the walls of sex until Olivia was practically crawling over the couch to get away from all the pleasure.

"Too much!" She cried out, her pussy tightening around Nikki's fingers, her body ready to explode.

"Not yet..." Nikki said as she skillfully dropped to the floor, fingers still playing inside her. She got between her legs, throwing one knee over her shoulder, spreading her wide open and began sucking on her clit. Olivia's hands tangled in her hair as she threw her head back and screamed Nikki's name. She lapped up all the cream and stopped only when the shivers stopped rolling over Olivia's body.

Nikki licked her lips and leaned back against the couch, she grinned very satisfied with herself as she watched Olivia pull her jeans up and slide down the couch next to her. She laughed and pulled her into her arms when Olivia said, "You're right, I'm fucking insane and damn is she amazing..."

Master Me

My foot tapped impatiently, near furious as if I was trying to stomp through the floor just below the gas pedal. William was coming home for the first time in years and I had volunteered to be his personal chauffeur. Not because I had the best car or anything, simply because I wanted to be the one to see him first. I wanted to be the one to see his smile, his laugh, to feel his strong arms wrapped around me in a hug. It was the anticipation of it all that made me so impatient. The flight was delayed. Half an hour passed before my phone began playing his special ring tone.

“Just landed. Fuck this airlines.” The message read.

“I’m here waiting, same car, right out front.” -Just like a good girl- I was tempted to say.

“Good girl, see you in a few.”

The drive back to my house was filled with the simple pleasantries any two people would exchange after years of no communication. -How are you? How have you been? Anything exciting happen in your life?- That sort of thing. I only kept the questions coming because they kept me grounded to reality as my mind tried to drift off into devious, wonderful scenarios of he and I crammed into my tiny car. When he laid his hand over mine as I shifted gears, I nearly swerved off the road.

“It’s really great to see you Sammy, thanks for picking me up.” And just like that his hand was gone, leaving my hand scorching hot.

“Yeah, no problem.”

His family was long gone from this place, so I offered up my spare bedroom and had dinner prepped and ready to cook as we walked in. I smiled over my shoulder at him as he complimented the smell. Oregano, parsley, Italian seasoning and homemade marinara sauce filled mt two bedroom home.

“I just have to throw the chicken in the oven and it’ll be ready before you’re settled in.”

“Do you mind if I shower? I hate flying, I always feel so dirty after.”

I gestured for him to follow me down the hall towards the bathroom. Opening the closet door, I handed him the biggest towel I owned. “You’ve got about twenty five minutes before the hot water goes out.”

“I won’t take that long.” He laughed.

“I know…” We shared a look and I couldn’t help the smile, as my lashes fluttered to the floor, I spun and shut the door behind me. I leaned against the door until I heard William turn the shower on. My chest heaved in a sigh as I pushed away to finish cooking dinner.

“So why the sudden urge to come back after all these years? I thought you said you’d never step foot in this city ever again?”

He didn’t look at me as he spoke. That worried me.

“I came back to tie up some loose ends.”

“Oh?” My voice was quiet and I couldn’t look at him now either.

“Yeah.” We’d both stopped eating and because I couldn’t take the pressure of the silence in that moment, I had to ask.

“And by loose ends you mean what exactly?” I looked up at him then. I always saw his lips first, lips I’d yearned to kiss for what felt a lifetime. The were plump and beautiful but not in a feminine way. They suited him well and so did the scruff of a beard and mustache. Like his sandy blond hair that had recently been cut, it was shaved neat. He looked older, more rugged and handsome than the last time I saw him and I felt myself yearning for his touch all over again. Or was it just a new wave of yearning? Had I ever truly stopped wanting him in all this time? No, not once.

“Sammy, I…” his words trailed off as he looked up at me. What did he see in that moment, I wonder? Sighing hard, he slowly put both hands on the table. It was a calculated move, one he knew I would watch and that’s when I saw it.

“No.” I felt the sting of tears in my eyes before the word had even slipped from my mouth.

“Sammy, I got married last month. I wanted to call, should have called. But, well things are complicated. Her name is Emily and in truth, I think you two would be at each other’s throats if you ever met. She’s the opposite of you in every way now that I think about it.”

His words rolled over me, not a single one stuck out except married. I looked up and away trying to force the tears back. I had no right to cry. He was never mine, not really. For some reason I nodded, maybe he asked if I was okay, but I nodded and tried to smile at him.

“That’s great, really great. Congratulations.” What else was there to say? I pushed my chair back and stood, began clearing the table to distance myself from the bomb he’d just dropped on me.

“Please sit down Sammy. Talk to me. Leave the dishes, talk to me.” He gently demanded.

I sat but didn’t say a word. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him because every time I did, my eyes were drawn to the small band of gold around his ring finger. I heard his chair slide, watched out of the corner of my eye as he came to my side, kneeling down beside me.

“Don’t do this. I need you to be happy for me. I’ve changed, we’ve changed.” He emphasized. “We’re not the same kids we were fifteen years ago. I love her, Sammy. She’s wonderful.”

“Stop.” I covered my mouth in an attempt to swallow the sobs. One more word and those damn tears would fall.

He reached for my hands and I watched as his, twice the size of mine, swallowed them in his grasp. So maybe he didn’t have to say another word for them to fall after all.

“Will,” I shook my head, “you shouldn’t be here.” But what I wanted to say was -You shouldn’t be married to anyone but me.-

“I had to tell you in person, I had to give you that much. Damn it, Sammy, look at me.”

“What do you want from me Will?” Something snapped inside me. I wanted to believe it was some kind of wall being thrown up between us, but as the pain in my chest manifested ten fold, I knew it was the sound of my heart breaking into a million pieces.

“I want you to be okay, I want you to be happy for me. I didn’t leave looking to get married. It just happened.”

I turned the pain into anger, it was all I knew to do in that moment. “You expect me to be happy? I’ve loved you since the day we met and you know that.”

“I know.” His voice had grown quiet, as if he expected me to yell. Good, because I wasn’t done.

“I didn’t beg you to stay when you wanted to travel the world without me. You wanted your freedom and who was I to take that from you? We were never official. I didn’t have a say.”

He was silent, so I continued, my voice raising, more frantic as I pulled my hands free and began to walk away from him. “I loved you, love you, and you made it sound like you wanted me too. How could you say things like ‘I wish you were here’ or Sammy, get your ass to Europe now!’ Why string me along if you’re just…”

He’d followed me and before I could say the word, he took my wrist and spun me around, hugged me to his broad chest.

“I’m so sorry.” I didn’t hug him back, I didn’t want to and he must have known because he shook me a little. “Hug me back god damn it.” I shook my head no, my face, my tears smearing against his dark blue button up shirt. “I said I was sorry, Sammy. Hug me back, please.” Again I shook my head, defiant. I knew he both hated and loved that about me. Was I still trying? Even now?

“Let me go, you shouldn’t touch me. You’re, you’re married now.”

And just like that, his fingers were curled around my biceps and he was walking me back until I was pressed against the wall. My eyes were wide and shining with tears as I searched his face for a hint of reason.

“Why didn’t you stop me? I would have stayed if you had asked. Stop me, Sammy.” His body pinned me to the wall, his mouth drawing closer to mine. I could feel his breath on my lips now, “Stop me.” He whispered. I saw the pain in his eyes, it matched my own. I couldn’t look at that pain. I wanted it gone, from both of us. It was now or never and with a shaking breath, I closed that tiny distance and poured all my love into him with that kiss.

At first the kiss was rough, needy, our lips smashing against each other. And then his tongue pried my mouth open and he kissed me the way I had always wanted to be kissed by him. His large hands scooped under my ass and I curled my slender legs around his waist. My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging at it hard just like old times. He moaned into my mouth and I swallowed that moan, giving him one in return as he began to grind me against the wall.

Then suddenly I was on my feet, legs shaking, body trembling, eyes unfocused as he stepped away from me. My chest was heaving, blood pounding in my ears.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…” His words fell short, he was shaking too. The pads of my fingers brushed my swollen, bruised lips as I watched him war with himself. His emotions were bare and naked to me in that moment and I knew if I didn’t say or do anything now, I’d lose him forever. He was married, but I didn’t feel guilty at all. If he loved her, truly loved her, he wouldn’t be here, wouldn’t have been tempted. He was looking for a way out.

I disappeared into my bedroom and came back out to see he had taken a few steps as if to follow me but had thought better of it. Handcuffs dangled from my right hand and he looked pained as he tried to decide what to say, the words so obviously stuck in his throat.

“You love me too, Will. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t. But you’re married, and you should go. Go back to the woman who’s nothing like me and never speak to me again. Or… “I threw the cuffs his way and he caught them, ran his hands over the familiar links he’d bought just for me. “Or you can cuff me, take me, have me, and finally admit to yourself that I’m the only woman in the world you could ever master and love at the same time.” He stared at the cuffs for a long time and I thought he really would walk away and leave me forever.

“I searched everywhere for someone better than you Sammy. I thought she was the one, but… she doesn’t do this to me.” He palmed his cock through his jeans and knew he was mine.

With long, determined strides, he came upon me, spinning me around, pressing my body once more against the wall. I heard the Velcro and felt the soft gel of the cuff on one wrist, then the next. He left me there against the wall, hands behind me and as I turned to see where he had gone, I felt the sting of his hand on my ass. I hissed and smiled.

“Do you remember when…”

He finished the sentence for me. “I spanked you so hard your ass was cherry red and bruised for three weeks?”

I moaned. He took that as a sign and roughly, he popped the button of my jeans, ripped the fly down and yanked them down around my knees. Goose bumps prickled over my body at the cold air against my bare skin and before I knew it, he was laying into my ass, each spank getting harder and harder. The slap of his palm echoed throughout the house and it hurt like hell. It hurt and it felt so damn good all the same.

I heard him groan in frustration, like he wasn’t sure how much longer he could tease me without making himself cum. “We’ve changed Sammy, and I’m going to enjoy mastering you all over again. Are you still my dirty girl? Huh? My dirty little bitch?”

He yanked at my hair and pulled the words from my lips, “Yes, I’ve always been your dirty little bitch!”

Lips pressed to my ear as his fingers found my folds, delving deep into my hot cunt in one rough thrust, “My slave.”

“Yes!” I agreed. “Yes!” I begged. “Yes!” I cried as he finger fucked me until the earth shattering, knee shaking orgasm spasmed through me and onto his hand.

Guiding me down to my knees with the handcuffs, he shoved his fingers into my mouth and I sucked my juices from them willingly, eagerly.

“More.” I begged.

I watched him struggled with his jeans, a new hunger, a new thrill heating my sex as his circumcised cock sprung forward. He didn’t waste time talking now. On my knees, hands pinned behind my back, I was at his complete mercy. Just how he loved it. Both hands tangled in my hair as he shoved my face to his cock. He drove it deep, gagging me on that first thrust. My eyes watered and he didn’t let up. He liked it sloppy, liked to see the pain of his cock deep in my throat. He loved it because he knew I loved it too. As he forced my mouth up and down the length of his shaft, I gagged, my saliva dripping from my chin. He loved that sound. When I looked up at him, he growled, pulling his slick cock out of my mouth. He began slapping my face with it, shoving it back in to poke at the inside of my cheek. So rough, so wild, so perfect. Grunting and on the verge, William pulled my hair so that my face was tilted up at him, his cock hard as a rock as he stroked it furiously. I opened my mouth, begging, writing with the need to taste him. His head tilted back and with one more glance down, he shoved his member to the back of my throat and spilled his seed. I choked it all down in long, greedy gulps and when he was done, I took extra care to suck him completely clean. I loved watching him squirm because once he was spent, his cock was extra sensitive.

He put his dick away and as I knelt before him, stroked my cheek. I nuzzled his palm and waited patiently for him to take the handcuffs off.

Tina

“You can join us if you’d like.” Her sultry voice cooed as the man behind her palmed her breasts. He locked eyes with me then; I could see him holding back a smile, daring me to do it… to say yes to her offer.

I shook my head once, “That’s alright.” My voice was clipped because I was filled with jealousy, anger, and deep down a fear that I really did want to join them. I reached for the door to leave. I should have called to make sure Tina was alone before I came over. Idiot. She’s the best whore in town and you thought she’d be alone?

“You could stay. Watch?” she teased. “Maybe learn something.” Her breath caught at the end and as my gaze traveled from her ruby lips and down her naked body, I saw he’d begun to finger her. Every second I stayed, part of me was screaming to leave. I didn’t need this. Who was this whore to tell me I needed to learn something from some other guy fucking her? But the darker side of me, the one I hadn’t even realized was a part of me kept me grounded to that spot.

I watched, I watched as he fingered her until she came only to realize that he’d has his dick in her ass the whole time she’d been talking to me. Whoever this guy was, he didn’t care, he’d let me waltz in and without saying a word, would have been okay with me banging her too. I swallowed hard, the temperature in here was rising and as I watched him bend her over the back of the couch and go to town on her tight ass, it was hard not to… well, get hard.

Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t this strange dude fucking her that was turning me on. It was how she reacted to him. It was nothing like anything I’ve ever done. In fact when he wrung his hands around her neck, I felt myself take a step forward intent on beating the shit out of the guy but her sudden moan stopped me. She liked it.

The must have seen me step forward because they both turned to look at me, the guy never slowing his jack hammer pace, never letting go of the grip around her neck. Tina just smiled at me for a moment until the guy laid a slap so hard to her ass it echoed. I watched her wince and then moan when he did it again. Was this really happening? Was I really this fucking hard right now?

“Harder!” She cried out, and he took her by the shoulders, pulling her towards his cock as he slammed it into her. She threw her head back and screamed and I swear to god it felt like my cock was going to be bruised from the zipper holding the damn thing in place. I was sweating, yet I hadn’t moved an inch in in more than five minutes. Or was it thirty? I have no idea, but I watched as she took it rougher than anything I’d ever given her and all of it in her ass.

I was so naive, so young, and so dumb. I had no idea she would have let me in there. I had also never asked. Shows what I know, right?

Her melodic screams grew louder, she began to beg, and fuck if that was me I would have come right then and there. I love it when she begs.

“Joe! Oh god, Joe! Give it to me!” Tina cried out for the man. As he spread her ass cheeks aside, I wanted to look away, should have looked away. But I didn’t. I watched him palm his cock, sliding the tip into the dark hole of her ass; in and out, in and out. Each time the tip emerged I heard the wet popping sound, watched her shake and beg for it, whatever “it” was. And just like that, he jerked himself off into her asshole. Streams of cum spewed into her and I swear she came the hardest in that moment.

I was out the door before either of them knew it. It was the last time I ever saw Tina. That whore. That whore who had a soft spot for a 19 year old kid, who was willing to do anything he wanted and even let him fall in love with her. I was such a dumbass. I guess deep down, I know I still love her even thought I shouldn’t. But after that night, I knew I’d never be able to please her like that. Not without some kind of experience.

Eight years later…

I watched the squeaky fan spin round and round. It did nothing to control the heat in the room. I’d fix it eventually, or so I told myself every time I looked at it. I didn’t want to move and risk waking the blonde next to me just yet. I’d been her first last night, and as I looked at the baby like structure of her face, I remembered Tina. Had she looked at me this way knowing she was mine?

I propped my head up, my body curled around hers but not quite touching. It was a little uncomfortable with the ropes tied to her wrists and ankles, but it wasn’t painful so I didn’t mind it much. I liked the way women looked when they slept like this. Sprawled out, naked, tied down. Their bodies mine to own for just one night. It was never more than a night and I never asked their names. This one though, I was tempted to touch her again. Maybe it was the sight of my dried up cum all over her belly and breasts. It could have been the rise and fall of her perky, young breasts as she began to wake. But as she opened her eyes and stared back at me with a sultry smile, I knew why. They were hazel, just like Tina’s. The hair was lighter, but the longer I stared at her and she back at me, I knew that’s why she was in my bed.

“Wake up, it's time to go, sweetheart.” I said through the frog in my throat.

“Doesn’t look like I can go anywhere…” She cooed, wiggling her fingers to make the chains rattle.

“I shouldn’t have let you stay the night, and I don’t do breakfast. Sorry.” I had already grabbed the keys and began unlocking the cuffs. With a hand free, she reached between my legs and began massaging my cock. I tried not to react, but a woman’s touch is a woman’s touch. “Don’t.” I said with a hint of danger in my voice.

“But I want to.”

I took her wrist and put it back in the cuff. A victory smile spread across her face and I shook a finger at her, tisking as I rolled off the bed, moving around the frame to the other side of the room where all the toys, gadgets, crops, paddles, were all laid out. You name it, I had it; even if it wasn’t on display I had it. Goddamn her for knowing what I needed in one night. As I gazed upon my options, her silence broke the spell. "My name's Tina by the way. But you can call me whatever you'd like." A chill ran down my spine as I picked up a solid round paddle. Tina, dripping with pure innocence. All Mine.