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'M' is For: [Ch5] The Bite of Sugared Limes - Part 3
🕑 Added 2024-10-08 11:00:24 +0000 UTCWith that, the men were spent for the next few hours. The clothes stayed off a little longer, though. At Missy's insistence, the men cleaned up the kitchen and the rest of the house, asses out. We sat around and laughed at Todd as he tried to figure out how to work the vacuum cleaner, while Thomas washed the forks and knives and James took out the trash. Then they waited on the women, serving us the iced tea I had brewed earlier and giving us foot massages. It was nice, far nicer than I had expected, to be coddled like that. Thomas attended Kiara and Danielle, and I got James, who despite his cocky party-boy attitude, was actually a decent masseuse. Todd, of course, chose Missy, but I could see that he was a little more subdued now that he sensed his role in the night's entertainment was coming to an end.
"Is this what female domination entails?" I ventured to ask Missy when the men left to wash their hands in the kitchen sink. "Doesn't seem so bad if it's all delegating the chores and getting free foot massages."
Kiara and Missy both laughed. Danielle suppressed a snort.
"We'll make a domme out of her yet," Missy told Kiara and Danielle.
"You can practice with me any time," Kiara volunteered, dropping me a flirtatious wink.
The call of the hot tub soon proved irresistible, and the majority of our group went outside to enjoy it. Eventually it was just Missy and I sitting in our clothes on the living room couch, drinking our now watery ice tea.
"So, Mal... Can I ask what happened with you and Thomas?" Missy asked me, swirling her glass in her hand.
"You mean when he went down on me?" I asked slowly. I had rather hoped that Missy hadn't noticed, but I was learning that very little escaped her attention.
"Yeah." Missy had her body half-turned towards me, and I had to smile a little at this improvised couch therapy.
"I'm not sure. It was going really well. Thomas is really, really good..."
"...The fucking best..."
"...but, I don't know, at the last minute, I just lost it. It really wasn't anything to do with him at all. Just me being weird."
"You know, everyone does things differently when it comes to sex." Missy bit her lip thoughtfully. "There's no one right way." She raised an eyebrow at me. "You do enjoy our games, though, don't you?"
I thought about it. It was an obvious question to ask, yet one that I hadn't really given myself a whole lot of time to ponder. I was surprised to find that yes, I did enjoy the playful camaraderie Missy and her friends shared. It was a sort of loose anything-goes attitude; as long as it felt good, then it was game. As for the domination aspect... I had a vision of Thomas on his knees in his black leather collar, ordered to use his mouth to please Missy's friends. And felt my mouth go dry at the recollection.
"Yeah, I do," I admitted.
"I see." Missy leaned her head back at the cushions, lips pursed thoughtfully
"What is it?" I asked her, laughing a little nervously. "I don't know if I like that look in your eye."
Missy cast me a perfectly wicked look. "Just scheming." She took a draught of her spiked ice tea and kicked up her foot idly. "I see so much potential in you, Mal. I can't let it go, not until we figure this out together."
"Oh," I said, flattered despite myself. "Well then, I'm all yours. Teach me your ways."
Missy's baby blue eyes crinkled into a smile. "I think I will."
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Despite what had felt like a very long day, I had trouble going to sleep right away. I tossed and turned in my sheets, feeling tired but also helplessly tethered to a state of keen alertness.
In my mind's eye, I kept replaying the scenes from the evening like a video on loop: Thomas, kneeling at Todd's feet, sucking the man's cock; his throat, working to take it all in; Thomas as he waited between my own legs, the heat of his muscular bare body against my inner thighs, his beautiful eyes focused on me...on my pleasure...
When Thomas had tried to get me to orgasm earlier, I had felt too self-conscious to let myself go. But in the dark privacy of my room, with no one watching, I felt the spark of desire return between my legs. It stayed, a warm, beckoning yearning that called to me. Eyes drifting shut, I slipped my hand beneath the sheets and down beneath the elastic waistband of my sleep shorts. I touched my fingers to my clit and began to massage in slow, languorous swirls. I might be out of my element in Missy's world, but the realm of twilight masturbations was familiar territory, and I knew the rhythms that would bring me to the tide's edge.
Once again Thomas was before me, his mouth on my pussy, licking. In this fantasy, he was mine, and I shamelessly urged him on. "Is that all that you've got?" I mocked him. "Don't you want your reward?"
Back beneath the covers of my room, my fingers played faster and faster against my clit. I brought my other hand down to finger the loosening entrance beneath the hardened nub, to push and tease and simulate that delicious sensation of partial penetration.
I imagined myself in Missy's position, lowering myself down to reward my obedient sub. Putting my mouth on Thomas's cock, feeling him surrender himself to me completely. He was mine to toy with, to reward or to punish as the whim took me. When he came into my mouth, muscles tensing and voice choking, it was into my eyes that he looked with that dazzled expression of wonder and trust...
The orgasm broke suddenly. One moment I was feeling the mounting heat and desire, and then the next ripples of pleasure were coursing through me beneath the pressure of my fingers. I was not a screamer in general, but in that moment, I needed a little bit of reassurance that I was whole and sexual and powerful, and so I permitted myself a low, quiet gasp of fierce satisfaction.
I lay for several minutes like that on my back, my hands pressed against my damp pussy, savoring the feeling of blissful contentment. The orgasm had restored me to myself. My anxieties and fears were eased, and I could feel exhaustion settling into my bones. I relaxed back into my pillows and soon after, fell asleep.
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On Sunday, we ended up doing a little local sightseeing. We drove out to a nearby lighthouse before setting up on the beach. The house we were staying at came supplied with plenty of beach towels, which we took along with us in addition to a large cooler that James and Missy packed full of drinks. Kiara snuck in a few sliced limes for herself as well.
While everyone else set up a game of beach volleyball, I sat in the shade beneath an umbrella with my Kindle. Seeing how sweaty, sand-encrusted, and burnt they got while playing out in the relentless light of the May sun, I didn't regret my decision at all. Luckily, I had packed some aloe vera gel, inadvertently making me the hero of the day.
That evening, Todd joined us again. We played a different set of card games that could accommodate our larger group size, but it seemed to me that the general principles were very much the same. Penalties for lost points were drinks or stripping or both. Winners got to dictate the terms that the other players had to follow. We had a good time, and even though I was mother naked by the end of it, I was laughing and joking along with the rest of them.
Once everyone had cleaned up the oil and lube and cum, we put on a movie on the big TV in the living room. Todd left for the night while the rest of us snuggled up with throw blankets and pillows. It was the perfect way to end the weekend. It occurred to me that even Missy, with her seemingly boundless stamina and streak for mischief, had her limits.
The rental car that Missy and Thomas had borrowed was due back by 11 am the next morning, so we left just a little before then. Thomas drove while Missy rode shotgun. The rest of us crammed into the backseat, with Kiara perched on James's lap. Kiara, James and Danielle chattered the entire drive over to the train station, but I was feeling pretty mellow and wasn't sorry to be left to my own thoughts.
All too soon, we pulled up to the front of the station.
"Thanks for the ride," I said to Thomas as he helped me take my bags out of the car.
"Of course." He looked at me with those perceptive eyes that saw a little too much. "Did you have a good time?"
"Oh, yes, of course," I said in a bright and chipper voice that immediately made me wince. The truth was, I needed a lot more time to process the wild ride the weekend had turned out to be. Sounding more like myself, I added, "Guess I'll see you around."
"Yeah." Thomas's lips quirked. "I'll see you around."
Outside the train station, our group waved Thomas and Missy off as Thomas slowly pulled the car around. Missy blew kisses at us through the open window until they were out of sight.
Danielle and I had both gotten our tickets in advance, but Kiara and James hadn't bothered. As a result, Danielle and I waited by the ticket machines while Kiara and James fumbled their way through the screens. Luckily we had enough time, but it got real close at the end, and Danielle gave them both a fiery tongue lashing that eradicated any lingering impression I had of her as someone immovably cool and indifferent. At last, we set off together for the train that would take us back to the city.
When I got back to the familiar confines of my cheap Brooklyn apartment, I let my bags drop to the floor. My mind was still swirling with the events of the weekend, and I could hardly believe that I had been in the Hamptons with Missy and Thomas and all the others just this morning. Already the erotic revelries of the weekend had taken on the vintage tint of a faded dream. But I clung to the knowledge that what had happened was real. Somehow, against all odds, I had passed through into an intoxicating new world that was mine for the taking...if only I had the courage to embrace the challenges that awaited. Did I dare?
I sat down on my bed, taking off the cardigan I'd worn on the train. I thought back to how I'd come to New York City, my self-esteem and confidence at an all-time low. How I'd only recently started to put the pieces of my new life together. Even as it crossed my mind that I might be some kind of amusing experiment for Missy, just a couple rungs up the ladder from boy toy Todd, I wanted that exuberant confidence that she and her friends had displayed. I'd played it safe all my life. Surely it'd be all right to try something new and utterly selfish for once.
"Challenge accepted," I whispered aloud.
I wondered when my first official invitation to Missy's book club would arrive.
