An adult stories – Switch, Ch. 01 by SimonO,SimonO Simon Says: This is a three chapter story with no immediate plans for expanding it. Be forewarned, there is a little bit of male/ male oral stuff in here, but it plays a very tiny role in the overall story. You can skip it and know what generally happens when the time comes.
Note, this is labeled as BDSM, but is more D/s and does not involve bondage, pain or more hardcore forms of dominance. It centers more on control.
I love the slow burn. Happy reading!
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“Brent? What’s the status of the customer portal security management feature?”
My called-out name usually pulls me out of my day-dreaming haze. This time proved no different.
“Finishing up the general administrative features by Friday. Heading off to QA and use-case testing by Monday noon. We will meet the project benchmark without a problem.” I rattled off the team progress effortlessly.
“Good. James, where are you with… ” And then I zoned out again.
Caroline generally did well as a project lead, but she was nothing but business all the time. Each interaction with her consisted of mainly transactional requests on her part followed by transactional responses on mine. So, the weekly status meetings were dull to say the least. Honestly the whole thing could be done in minutes by email but I suppose management feels better about themselves by having these forced meetings. Whatever.
I found Caroline to be interesting. She never talked about or asked about anything personal. She never smiled. She was the perfect taskmaster, except of course I didn’t need a micromanager looking over my shoulder. I felt pretty confident in my abilities and as the slightly more experienced software engineer in the room, she should be confident in me as well.
Sure, James needed some serious hand-holding, but I always delivered on time and in scope.
I glanced at her as she worked James over, not a hint of humor or relaxation in her face. She actually might be pretty if she did smile – mid-length straight light brown almost sandy hair, slender athletic figure, nice eyes, fair creamy skin, maybe mid-30s.
My company hired Caroline one month before and essentially gave her program manager status immediately, covering five relatively high-profile somewhat connected projects. She apparently came with high recommendations. She proved to be efficient, focused, humorless, unshakeable and respected. She also was boring, or at least anti-social, and without a doubt a control freak. And being a control freak myself, while I respected her ability to do it, I was not a fan of being on the receiving end of that. Go control someone else.
Suddenly my phone buzzed, and I glanced down casually.
“Going 2nite?”
It was Steph, an old friend. Well technically an old girlfriend, but my friendship with Steph both preceded and outlasted our brief dating life. I really called her my best friend.
But then people don’t usually have sex with their best friends. They also don’t do other stuff Steph and I do either.
Steph and I first met at a BDSM Club meeting in college. It was one of those events where mostly horny and curious and experimental college kids could get together and talk about BDSM, and maybe even meet someone with whom they could develop a ‘relationship.’ Most of the attendees were not serious about the lifestyle, having just read something like “Fifty Shades of Gray” and decided they wanted to try it out. But Steph proved to be very different. And so was I.
That’s where I found out I loved the dominant/ submissive relationship, that it was not a passing phase. And honestly it was where I figured out who I really was.
So, Steph and I met at one of these events. Steph was and is drop-dead gorgeous, so she had a bunch of wanna-be’s lining up to meet her. Heck, if you want to try it once you matter as well do it with the most beautiful girl in the room.
Steph was no doormat though. She acted sweet to them but very kindly pushed each of the suitors aside. I watched the dance from across the room and found it to be kind of funny. She saw my amusement, we met at the punch bowl and the rest was history, in a twisted sort of fairy tale kind of way.
She actually submitted to me in college for a short while, but we felt our friendship was so much more important. And even though she was nearly the perfect one for me, I wanted to be her friend even more. So, we split up with an understanding: while neither of us were attached, we could play a little. I would get my dose of controlling need and she would get her dose of submitting need, and all would be happy.
And so now I had a bit of a sub, unofficially and only occasionally, who really was more of a confidant with a great perspective on the things I liked and cared most about.
So back to the text from her and where we might be going? It was the monthly BDSM Meet ‘n Greet, similar to that college club that introduced us six or so years ago.
Yep, sounded bizarre, but the monthly gatherings were great ways for people to get together and socialize, share fun toys, ideas, approaches and tools of the trade, which I was less into, and occasionally find a match. I liked socializing with people that more or less got where I was coming from.
As Steph and I were unattached, as I didn’t have a sub and she was not serving a Dom, we often went together and she and I served as each other’s wingmen. Mostly neither of us found anyone of interest as I preferred stronger women rather than doormats and she preferred a strong man who was not into the harder bondage, kinda like me. She and I both preferred control and not as much the pain aspects. So, I didn’t have much hope in finding someone tonight, but it was always pretty great to walk around with a gorgeous woman on my arm and occasionally play the Dom with her. She and I both got off on it.
“Yep. U?”
“U know it! Need U as plus1 tho!”
“K. NP. Pick u up @ 6. Dinner on me.”
“Yay! C U Then! XOXO!”
“Brent, all ok over there?” The micromanaging ice queen interrupted my texting escape.
“Sure. All is good Caroline.”
“Good.” She continued to stare at me for about five seconds, I was guessing trying to intimidate me. She didn’t. And as it was kinda laughable I gave a half-bored smile. She then moved onto the next mundane topic.
The meeting ended as it began, with everyone quietly moving around. I think all were afraid of Caroline, so they shuffled out of the room quickly.
“Brent, hang back for a moment.”
I shrugged, “Sure Caroline.” I set everything back on the conference table and relaxed in the seat until all had left.
“Are these meetings boring, Brent?”
Interesting. She was being rather direct. I respected that.
“Honestly, yes.” She seemed a little startled by my direct response. I didn’t play games. You want to know what I think then I will tell you.
“Well… ” She almost seemed at a loss how to continue, looking like she was looking for a response. I decided to help her out.
“Listen Caroline, I am happy to do my job and I think I do it rather well. I have never failed in a project. I engage when I need to do that but otherwise, the other 42 minutes of these meetings have very little to do with me so I occasionally will do other things. Make sense?”
“I… yes.” She again seemed startled. Then she appeared to come up with an angle as she immediately followed it up with, “but occasionally we may need you to assist in big picture discussions of other projects.”
I shrugged. That was fair.
“So, I need you to pay attention. Make sense?” She was smiling a little. I am guessing she thought she had me or something. I shrugged again and just responded, “Sure Caroline. I completely understand. Anything else?”
She shook her head.
And with that I turned and walked out. Upset? Nah. I just didn’t like my time to be wasted. She made a valid point and I accepted it. I never felt the need to prove myself to anyone and I definitely respected courage, honesty and transparency. So, she got it.
The company had chosen to place the conference room in the front of the building, easier to entertain clients for meetings and such, so I walked back through the main lobby on the way to my team area. I passed the front desk, where Hayley smiled at me shyly. Very cute and very pretty in a sort of tinker bell sort of way. She had opted for a shorter hair cut for her light blond hair, appropriately a pixie cut really. Her large pretty eyes sat above a very cute button nose and a very pretty smile, all framed by a heart-shaped face.
I generally shied away from dating as I really enjoyed the D/s lifestyle and felt that my ‘match’ would need to be into that too, so I didn’t encourage her, but I was pretty sure she would say yes if I asked her out. She had just finished college, so she was only about four years younger than me, but I wasn’t going to ask her out. I am not into converting people to the lifestyle. Yep, I am talking to you Christian Gray.
That said, some flirting with a very pretty girl can just be fun.
“How is it going Brent?” She smiled up at me as I came near her desk.
“Very good, Hayley. Looking lovely today, as always,” I leaned against her desk as I stopped a moment. She blushed in response.
Just then I heard the conference door shut and Caroline walked by. She nodded at us, held my gaze for a moment longer, and then walked to the stairs to head to her office.
“Did you tick her off?” she whispered to me as she raised her eyebrows.
Did I? Likely. Did I care? I didn’t get off on upsetting anyone, but I felt pretty sure she would get over it.
I just grinned for a moment and then shrugged, heading up the stairs myself.
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Going to club meetings always involved Steph and I glamming it up a bit. She honestly would look good in a paper sack, but she instead opted for a navy off-the shoulder form-hugging cocktail dress, her blond hair cascading in ringlets across one shoulder. She wore a silver chain choker, snug around her neck as almost a placeholder for a collar. In fact, it was a placeholder.
It wasn’t that long ago that she actually wore my collar. I don’t really care that much about collars but for her she needed to feel physically owned. She felt safer with it. She told me she felt completely naked, vulnerable, without something around her neck, so she wore the choker there until someone came along. And while I was not into collars per se, I admit that a woman wearing only a collar is very very sexy.
To be completely honest, I can see us permanently sealing our D/s relationship eventually one day. She thought she couldn’t, considering our friendship, but we were pretty much perfect for each other, in what we were looking for and what we needed. But I could see her point about potentially ruining this friendship. We bring it up to each other about twice a year and are actually close to time for our next conversation on it.
I had opted for black dress pants, black Oxfords, a white button-down shirt and a dark styled vest with a dark tie. It was my standard look. Sometimes I added a suit jacket, but not tonight.
We walked through the front door and glanced around the room, her arm casually hooked into mine. We would stay connected for the night, unless the very odd happened and we met potential matches for either of us. But I didn’t see it happening.
The room consisted of a mix of the regulars and the newbies and just like in college some newbies appeared to be in-the-know life-stylers but most were just curious. Some wore just nice clothes while others wore skin-tight latex or leather bustiers or chaps, more cliché BDSM wear, or even just a tiny thong. And a few women and one man were being displayed completely naked by their Doms/ Dommes.
Some might consider these events freak shows, but very cool people with common interests came together at these events. Honestly, it was just a community of people. And I had made some great friends over the years.
“Hi Brent!” I turned around to come eye to eye with a young blonde guy. I would call Christopher a friend and had known him for almost a year. He was bi-sexual but was desperately looking for a guy Dom. And I always got the impression that he had hoped I would swing his way.
The thing was, he was a great guy, but I didn’t. Well, I sort of have in that a guy once almost gave me oral sex when I was with Steph, which was a bit of a long story that mostly involved Steph begging me because she thought it would be hot to see a guy do that to me, but guys do not turn me on, and so it did not happen. But the guy in question was there and we kinda were in a threesome of sorts. I just wanted Steph to be happy so I let that play out.
As I think on it, while guys do not turn me on, power, control and Steph do so I might be convinced one day to control a guy, I just don’t see much if anything sexual happening as part of an arrangement.
Christopher was one of those guys who I wouldn’t call androgynous, but maybe more metrosexual. Stylish, polite, not terribly manly, he had been mistaken for being gay at these events before, which was not surprising at all. So, he was almost feminine, dressed very well and was a good-looking guy. Some would call him “pretty” with his delicate features and big eyes. Who knows? Maybe with enough alcohol and a lot of limits on what happened…
“Great to see you, Christopher.” I shook his hand and smiled at him.
“Oh, hey Steph! I should have known you would be right next to Brent.” He grinned at Steph, but she wasn’t his prey. He was just being kind per usual.
“Hi Christopher. What’s shakin’?” Steph grinned widely at Christopher before scanning the room.
“Same crowd as usual. No interesting newbies tonight. Well not yet.” As Christopher continued to talk about who was there, I glanced at Steph who was giving me that mischievous grin. I was sure she was hoping for some repeat thing but with Christopher instead of that other guy. And me letting it happen.
I gave her my settle-down-before-I-have-to-spank-you look. She took in a breath, likely remembering the last time I rolled up my sleeves and gave her an actual bare bottom spanking, and almost shyly looked down.
She and I knew each other so well that subtle gestures and looks could really communicate a lot. And in this case, we just did a little foreplay right there in front of Christopher. I knew she just got turned on. So did I.
I turned back to Christopher only to find him staring at me. I wondered if he could detect the slight mood and posture changes.
“Drinks anyone?” I smiled as I raised my eyebrows, turning from Christopher to Steph, hoping to deflect a little. She slightly smiled as she nodded her head. “Yes please.”
I knew what she wanted. Christopher quickly jumped in, “please allow me to get those for you both.”
“Sure. Thanks. Just a beer for me and a glass of white for her.”
“Be right back!”
Christopher wove his way through the crowd.
“He sooooo wants to serve you in more ways than just drinks…” Steph was grinning again as she stepped up right next to me.
I smirked at her and slapped her bottom, forcing her to let out a small squeal. She then hooked her arm in mine again and snuggled up close as we waited for our drinks.
I decided to study the crowd a little more closely.
Interestingly, these events usually saw more submissives than Dominants. Likely that was due to the fact that there aren’t a huge number of truly experienced Dominants and these kinds of things can be intimidating. Afterall, Dominants were supposed to be in control and so looking foolish here would be a pretty bad move. Regardless, the numbers were good for me.
And also good for me was that most of the submissives were women, well except for a small handful of guys like Christopher.
The room wasn’t huge, but it was big enough that people sort of blended together. But as I scanned the room, I kind of felt like I was being watched.
And so, it seems I was. My eyes locked briefly with a woman’s eyes across the room. Her eyes went wide and panicky for a fleeting second as she turned and scurried into the adjacent room. Now I would normally not care too much about this, but I was about 95% sure that the quickly exiting woman was none other than Caroline. Yep that Caroline. The one from work. The micromanaging control freak.
Now THAT was interesting. Steph caught me looking and gently touched my arm. I turned and smiled at her. She gave me the “all ok?” look. I responded with a smile and a nod. I will probably tell her later. Probably.
But more importantly I felt a bit of a charge with this knowledge.
I loved being with Steph because she was feisty and tough. I loved how she stood up to me. It made her cute. Interesting. Alluring. And sometimes it made her a challenge. I liked women who pushed back and wanted their way. I liked taming them. You can think it’s just me being an arrogant jerk or a contributing member of the controlling patriarchy or whatever, but I actually think of it as a dance of sorts. A very fun dance. And she enjoyed it just as much as I did.
And so, the knowledge of Caroline’s interest in this world just really gave me a charge. Of course, I wasn’t exactly sure if she was of the Domme or sub variety, but based on the way she reacted, I could only assume she was in the sub category.
I honestly got a bit hard as I thought about that.
“I am going to check something, Steph. Be right back, ok?” She looked confused. I reassured her by kissing her cheek and then began snaking my way through the crowd.
Once I made it to the front door without seeing Caroline, I guessed that she had escaped. I felt disappointed. I needed to know about this.
My heart started to beat faster as I thought about Caroline being there. The very same micro-manager at my company apparently had a secret need that was quite the opposite of her public persona. A secret alter-ego. Much more interesting than a superhero alter-ego, in my opinion.
You hear about older business executive guys needing the escape of being manhandled by some Domme, sometimes even a much younger woman, but this was the first time that I had seen a woman like this — a woman in power with the hidden need.
I returned to find Christopher holding my drink, waiting for me to return. Steph stood slightly behind him waggling her eyebrows, apparently still intent on getting me to soften about Christopher.
As I took the drink from Christopher and thanked him, the rise of urgency almost overtook me. I couldn’t shake the thought of Caroline. I kept calm and cool on the surface while my emotions started spiking behind the scenes. Caroline’s presence there had been stimulating. Intriguing. Enticing. I had been triggered. Majorly.
In short, I needed to fuck at that point. I needed to pin Steph down and take her. On occasion someone at these parties got carried away and just fucked in the middle of the room. That had never been me, or Steph for that matter, but I could almost tonight.
I didn’t want to leave Christopher as soon as he had been kind enough to bring us drinks, and not even as charged as I was at that moment did I want to include Christopher in what I had planned, so I managed to stay another half hour. Steph could tell something was up as she kept looking at me and studying my expressions. No hiding emotions from her as she had seen it all over the course of our friendship.
“Well Christopher, we need to head out,” I didn’t even look at Steph. If I did I might have started to strip her there.
“Oh. A shame.” And he looked like he honestly felt that way. I squeezed Steph’s hand tight, managed a smile at Christopher, quick hugs and then dragged her to the door.
“What’s going on, Brent?” I actually didn’t answer her as I urgently pulled her around to the side of the house. We wouldn’t be seen in the nearly completely dark shadows up next to the house but I could barely still see her wide eyes as I pushed her against the wall.
It did not take Steph long to realize what was happening as my hand reached under her skirt, grabbed the crotch of her panties and pulled them down to her calves. She took in a breath.
I unbuckled my belt and pants, letting them fall. My achingly hard cock felt the night air only long enough for me to slide it quickly inside of Steph. She moaned loudly. Fortunately, she apparently was a little turned on — maybe the meeting, maybe the thought of Christopher, maybe me spanking her before, maybe just reading my expressions. Who knows? But as I entered her, I immediately felt the warmth and the wetness engulf me. I felt a great relief and pleasure all in one split second.
I didn’t feel guilt that one woman’s presence at a party turned me on so much that I found myself urgently fucking the other one. At least not at that point. Steph loved this sort of thing.
Her panties had apparently more or less slipped off as she wrapped her leg around the back of my thighs, her bare calves pressing against my ass, pulling my hips into her.
I thrust deeply into her over and over. She had almost instantly become soaking wet moments after the warmth engulfed my cock. This would not take long. And I knew Steph well. She would not take long either. She loved being handled this way. Owned. And I was urgently owning her in that moment. With deep hard thrusts. Pounding her really.
I was not completely focused on the idea of Caroline. Steph looked crazy beautiful and so very sexy. Her body felt amazing as I rammed my cock deep inside of her. Her fingers dug deep into my back, her voice muffled as she pressed her mouth against my neck, moaning and grunting at each thrust. And there was the even more important fact that I did deeply care for her.
But I did think of Caroline. The thought of my control freak project lead as a submissive, or maybe thinking about it. This thought drove me wild.
Amazingly, Steph came before I did. As she let out a long moan, her walls tightened and throbbed around me, feeling like her pussy was sucking my cock even further into her. It felt fucking amazing. I could feel the pulsing in time with her breathing and muffled moans. Her fingers dug in deep. I knew they would leave some marks. And then I came. Hard. I knew she was on birth control so I was not worried.
Breathing hard I leaned back a bit, my still hard cock deep inside of her, softening only a little..
“Holy shit Brent, what was that?” Her wide eyes searched mine in the dark.
I considered telling her. I probably would. Eventually. I think I justified holding off so I could make sure it was actually Caroline. And that she wasn’t a nervous Domme who just got spooked at seeing her employee. But then she didn’t act like a Domme.
I considered telling her, but I didn’t. I just moved back in and took her, kissing her hard.
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Caroline mostly avoided talking to me over the next week and a half, sending transactional questions and such via emails. Well, she tried to avoid me until she simply could not avoid it anymore. She then wore a professional mask, acting like absolutely nothing had happened that night. I inwardly shrugged and carried on, but the little nagging feeling in the back of my mind was that I really wanted to know for sure, and even more so I wanted to see the ice queen’s reaction when discussing it. And even more than that, a bit of me wanted to seriously tame this woman.
To confront her. To control her. To lead her.
“Coming 2 ur place 2nite.” I saw Steph’s text, complete with a pizza gif, as I was packing up at the end of the day.
I smiled to myself. Pizza was our go-to meal, kinda the stability of our odd relationship. We always ate pizza when talking about us long term. But we also ate pizza when she just needed to mull through a job issue or even her long term plans in life. So, she could be setting me up for a serious talk, about our relationship or life or whatever, or she could just be looking to jump me. Who knows. It only meant it was for us.
I was finishing up with emails and such, so could easily grab some on the way home.
“K. I will pick up.”
“(-: Get enuf for 3!”
Ok, apparently tonight it was us plus one more. Now, one might be wondering how the more submissive person in a relationship/ friendship could be the one dictating such things. Easy, she secretly was in control of some aspects of what we did. This was usually the case in this world.
I didn’t respond. I didn’t know who the third was, but I had a little guess. And I was not sure I really wanted to deal with that, but Steph was important to me, and we do things for the people we deeply care for.
I knew what Steph and I liked, but not what the mysterious/ not so mysterious third person liked, so I got an extra cheese and an extra pepperoni and headed home. I picked up a six pack of local craft beer just in case. I had wine for Steph.
I heard the knock fifteen minutes after I got home. Didn’t really get a chance to change or anything, so I still wore my tie.
Apparently, my guess on who the mysterious third was turned out to be spot on — Christopher stood behind Steph.
Steph jumped into my arms and hugged me, then gave me a peck on my lips. Christopher smiled as he stood at the door, seemingly waiting.
“Hi Christopher. Great to see you. Please come in.” He maintained his smile as he shook my hand.
“Pizza is in the kitchen?” I heard Steph over my shoulder.
“Yep.” She immediately ran in to prepare everything. She liked to serve me at times, and I didn’t argue. I liked to do it for her too, but I could tell tonight she wanted to make it about me.
I still didn’t know what she was going to push with Christopher there, and I wasn’t sure that I wanted whatever it was, but I did know that when she started serving me it always gave me a little jolt. If Christopher was not here, she would soon be wearing less clothing in her serving role.
“So how are things, Christopher?” We had settled in the living room as we heard Steph in the background clanking around in the kitchen.
Christopher looked a little nervously at me, “Oh I am ok. You know, same ole same ole.” Then he acted as if he just realized he should speak next, “and how are you?”
You can tell a lot about someone based on their body language, their tone, their choice of words. Christopher obviously felt nervous and a bit uncomfortable, but not in a distressing sort of way. He seemed excitedly nervous, and the type of uncomfortable that is welcome among those who are more of a submissive nature — a lack of control, need for someone else to take charge. It sat at the edge of submission for them.
I realized that not only did Steph have plans for the three of us, but so did Christopher. Well at least expectations.
“Oh, I am fine, Christopher. Thanks for asking.” I leaned forward a little, “I apologize for rushing out a little early at the last club meeting. We were trying hard to not be rude.”
He smiled, “I appreciate that, but no worries. I understand.”
“Ok boys, pizza is served!” Steph interrupted our conversation from the kitchen, announcing her entrance.
Steph came into the room like a small tornado, delivering food and beverages. When she gave me my plate, she gave me her little devious smile, “here is your food, sir.”
She knew that kind of stuff got my motor running. To others it may seem trivial or silly, but this was part of the dance.
She swayed her tight jean-covered behind as she delivered Christopher’s food, and then came back to sit next to me, sitting with our legs and sides touching. This was the needy side of Steph — snuggling up as close as she could. By ourselves it was not uncommon for her to literally crawl into my lap.
“You are pushing things tonight, aren’t you?”
“Mmhmm” she mumbled in the middle of a bit of her slice, her eyebrows wiggling. But then she immediately turned her attention to Christopher as he took a bite of pizza.
“So, what is the dating scene like for you right now, Christopher?” Steph casually tossed out her question between bites and sips of her wine.
Christopher seemed taken aback, “um, still looking for someone.”
“Oh yeah? Whatcha lookin’ for in a partner?” She smiled at him.
“Oh, you know. Um, like a person who knows what they want. Caring. Understands me maybe.”
“A guy or a girl?” Her question nearly cut him off.
He paused, maybe a little shocked, “Uh, I think, like a guy.” Christopher looked a little panicky.
“Now Steph, give Christopher a chance to eat his pizza.”
“Oh, I am just asking questions, Brent,” she replied, grinning at me, “and Christopher, are you hoping for someone more serious? Or maybe just someone to play with?” Her eyes were sparkling.
Maybe it is good to push someone sometimes, but it felt like Steph was playing a game that Christopher did not want to play. Or at least he did not feel comfortable playing. Yet.
“Um, not sure,” Christopher quietly said.
“Steph.” My tone dropped and took on a seriousness. She quickly looked at me, and briefly got quiet.
Briefly.
“Well, we just need to find someone with a firm hand, huh… ”
“Steph.”
“Just trying to find out what Christopher likes. I am a little matchmaker, you know. I think Christopher is sweet and deserves happiness, so I want to help.” She grinned as she ate her slice.
“Sorry Christopher. Obviously, Steph gets a little overzealous.”
I could see the redness on his cheeks, “It’s ok. I appreciate that you care, Steph.” He really was a nice guy. He put up with it, but I imagine even the most mild-mannered and meek of us would have a tipping point.
“More beer, Christopher?”
He nodded, but before I could get up, Steph jumped to her feet. “I will get it! You boys enjoy yourselves.”
And with that she scooted into the kitchen.
“Sorry again, Christopher.”
“It’s ok, Brent. I know she means well. She has been a good friend and even if she is being a little… direct… I know she has no interest in hurting me, so I am ok.” He managed a little grin and shrugged.
I stood up to get some more pizza from the table in front of Christopher. He watched me walk towards him. I really felt no attraction to him, but I could tell by how he watched me that he was attracted to me. Or maybe just the idea of me. That happens.
“One beer for the boy looking for love!” Steph stepped up next to me as I picked up a slice, handing the beer to Christopher.
On instinct, I slapped her ass as I quietly warned her, “Steph.”
She just needed to leave the poor guy alone. And of course, she also was pushing me by not settling down when I asked her to do so.
She let out a squeal. I know it didn’t hurt too much as jeans and probably panties separated the palm of my hand from her cheek. Honestly the squeal more indicated excitement for her than anything else. She would be the type to act bratty and rebellious to force me to use my hand like that on her, and of course I really loved doing it. Again, the dance.
She turned and gave me an unmistakable look — devious, conniving, horny. One that indicated satisfaction that I finally gave her ass a little smack. One that said she was getting her way.
“So, you are pushing me then?” I liked her games. I liked to confront her directly even more.
“Of course not, sir. Just excited. But obviously I need to be redirected.” She did everything but actually bat her eyelashes in her attempt at looking innocent. Over-the-top but unbelievably cute.
She then smiled at me quickly as she turned back towards Christopher. “What does your dream guy look like?”
“Steph!” I could feel a little anger enveloped in a lot of excitement.
She looked back at me feigning innocent confusion, “Oh I am sorry Brent! I guess your redirection was not enough. Hmmm.”
Fine. That’s what she wants.
I quietly returned to my seat, sat down and leaned back. “Apologies Christopher. Steph, pants and panties, please.”
I could see Christopher’s eyes go wide across the room. I was pretty sure he was not going to be offended. Maybe a little uncomfortable initially, but he did see us at BDSM community meetings after all.
My eyes moved back to Steph. She wasn’t smiling exactly, but I could see the happiness there. She shifted into submissive serious Steph at that moment. She knew what was going to happen and deep down she loved it. It wasn’t about the pain, which was good because it’s not like I was going to cause that much anyway. It was just the act of being punished and “redirected” as she called it. She told me it helped her feel safe.
She remained completely focused on me, tuning Christopher out completely, as she unbuttoned her jeans, unzipping and slipping them down.
She kicked off her flats and pulled the jeans over her feet. Without stopping, she immediately pulled down her panties, stepped out of them, folded both jeans and panties and set them neatly on the coffee table. She knew the drill.
She then came to stand right in front of me and proceeded to slowly lower herself down to her knees, dropping her chin a bit so that she actually was looking at the floor.
I tilted her chin up to face me, “you were not being a good girl, were you Steph?”
She almost smiled, but then maintained her composure and shook her head, “no sir, I was not.”
I nodded. “Lap please.”
She took in a breath, stood and immediately lowered herself onto my lap.
The semi-lower lights caused a slight glow that highlighted her absolutely perfect ass – skin, shape, her narrow waist, the rise of her cheeks. Just beautiful. Like a goddess.
I rubbed it gently, feeling the curves, her cheeks shifting under the palm of my hand. I then quickly slapped. She squealed, and then let out a little moan.
A second and third slap brought out more jolts and moans from her. Her skin felt a little warm under my hand as I gently rubbed it.
I could detect her breathing had changed. She was turned on. Probably the spanking got her going a little as it was an act of submission, but then she and I were in tune with each other, which then increased it even more. And then we had an audience. Any or all of that probably got her juices flowing. I know it got mine going.
I had briefly forgotten Christopher was there. I looked up, his eyes were watching me with a mix of surprise and desire. He stayed glued to his seat.
Two more slaps and a gentle rub brought us to the end of her punishment.
“All done. Now behave please. No pushing Christopher.”
She quietly slipped off my lap and moved back to a kneeling position at my feet. Her face was mostly pointed down, but I could see her eyes on my lap. Of course, the activities had caused me to get hard. And it was obvious.
She made no move to put her pants back on.
So, there we were — bottomless Steph with a bit of pink coloring her gorgeous ass cheeks kneeling in front of me, me with a hard dick pressing against the front of my pants, and Christopher on the edge of his seat. Both sets of eyes were focused on me, likely waiting for my move.
What would I do? I was aroused. Spanking her like this and her subsequent reactions, like this very submissive mood she had adopted, really had placed me on edge.
I wanted to take her. Do I want an audience? I wasn’t much of an exhibitionist, and neither was Steph really. That one other time with the guy felt a little like a performance, but generally I wasn’t into stripping and fucking in front of spectators.
But then this was a little different. Steph actually technically had masterfully controlled this situation. She had gotten exactly what she wanted by being manipulatively bratty and disobedient. And now she was on the edge of getting the rest of what she wanted.
I looked at her eyes. So beautiful. And I could see the hint of pleading there. She really wanted me to cross the threshold.
Was I feeling it? I was feeling a desire to take her. And I don’t think I minded Christopher being there, but that was as far as it went. Well for now.
It was decided.
“Shirt and bra,” I said softly.
She didn’t hesitate. Five seconds later she was kneeling completely naked in front of me. Her eyes watched my face, waiting for my next desire.
I curled my finger motioning for her to come closer. She slipped up between my knees, her naked body now mere inches away from me.
I didn’t speak but shifted my eyes down to my lap. She got the silent signal and began unbuttoning my pants.
So, Christopher was going to get some beer, pizza, and a sex show. Hope he appreciated it.
I glanced over at him, and he had this on-edge expression. His hands gripped the arms of his chair, his face blushing as our eyes met.
And at that moment I felt Steph’s lips wrap around the head of my dick. My eyes closed for a moment as I felt the ecstasy of her wet lips sliding down my shaft, then back up. Her hands rested on her knees as she only used her mouth to please me.
My eyes opened, watching her beautiful face as my cock disappeared into her mouth again. Her eyes watched my expression, showing what her lips could not — that she was happy, that she was smiling.
I returned my gaze to Christopher. He had not moved, but his face now showed what Steph had shown moments before. Pleading.
I recognize my limits. I could do this. It would make her happy.
“Feeling left out, Christopher?” I questioned him softly.
He hesitated, as did Steph, her head temporarily ceasing its movement, her tongue pressing at the underside of my dick and her lips wrapped tightly about half-way down my shaft.
“I… ” he began.
“No talking please.” He nodded. “Stand.”
Steph returned to sucking my cock, maybe even more eagerly.
“I care about Steph, Christopher. And since she is doing an amazing job making me happy, I would like to reward her and make her happy.” He nodded again, remaining still and quiet otherwise, as if to avoid screwing it up.
“You will do as I say, and only as I say. Do you understand? This is your choice.”
He nodded, “yes… sir.” He nearly croaked it out.
“Good. Now strip completely.”
And then I closed my eyes as I felt Steph work overtime, her mouth sucking at my head, her tongue massaging underneath, her kisses sometimes going to my balls. “Good girl,” I murmured.
I heard the rustle of clothes stop. I looked up and Christopher stood rather unsure of himself naked in front of me.
He looked to be in very good shape — well-formed chest, a hint of abs, a little muscular but not excessively so, fair-skinned. I opted not to ogle his manhood, but I did note that he was completely erect.
“Kneel behind Steph, please.” He nodded and immediately dropped to his knees about a foot behind Steph.
“You may massage her back. That is all for now.”
“Yes sir.”
At this point, I wasn’t sure what else I was willing to let happen. Even with beautiful Steph sucking my cock I wasn’t feeling some sort of actual full blown threesome vibe. But I was enjoying the power I wielded at that moment. And that was enough.
As Christopher rubbed down her back, I felt the vibrations of Steph’s moans on my dick. I could tell that he was rubbing her shoulders, her middle back, and even down to her lower back. I was making her happy, which was all I wanted.
Steph’s masterful job brought me closer to an orgasm, so I slipped my finger silently under her chin. My cock popped out of her mouth, her face remaining inches from it.
“On the couch please.”
She hopped up, her medium-sized breasts bounced as she quickly moved to the couch, kneeling down facing away from me. She knew how I liked to start.
Christopher remained exactly where he was. His eyes watching as I slid my cock into Steph’s warm and soaking wet pussy. Her swollen lips. Her hard clit. I could feel every little bit of her. Her mouth dropped open in a silent moan. So sexy.
I picked up my pace as Steph stretched her body cat-like in front of me on the couch — my hands gripping her narrow waist, holding her in place, her ass jiggling at each thrust. I could see her gaze periodically moving to Christopher as he sat there a foot or so away from her. His cock fully hard waved a bit as he deeply breathed, watching us.
“You may touch yourself, Christopher.”
His eyes darted to mine, surprised. I continued to pound into her, her moans and grunts filling the room.
“Thank you… sir”. And with that he gripped his cock. His face looked a little relieved as he stroked.
I ended up watching Steph’s very happy face as she watched Christopher’s face which was watching me, mostly. Strange but rather erotic.
I wouldn’t last much longer. I had actually felt Steph orgasm once already — small and throbbing — but I was not quite ready then. I was now.
I pounded harder – her body shaking at each thrust. I grabbed her hair as I felt the seconds coming on. She let out a loud moan, her body ready to release too. And then it happened — the throbbing of my dick as I shot my cum inside of her, her fingers gripping the cushions hard as I felt the full orgasm happen around my cock.
I slowed down my pace but kept thrusting slowly inside of her. My cock still jolted in her, still unloading my seed. Her breath ragged.
I glanced at Christopher. He actually may have orgasmed too but I could not tell. He had stopped stroking but his dick was still hard.
I untangled myself from her. She immediately slid into my arms on the couch. She didn’t need to ask for permission as she snuggled her body up against my side, pulling my left arm around her. This was how she came down from her high.
After a minute or so, she whispered, “I will get something to clean you up.”
Not sure why I did it, but I stopped her. I knew that I could allow this one act and it would make two people happy. So, I held her arm, shook my head, and looked at Christopher.
‘You may clean me with your mouth.”
He looked at me in shock for one moment, silently nodded, and then immediately slid over. I looked at Steph, who also was in shock. Her eyes were glued to Christopher as he pulled my wet, half-hard, and cum-covered dick into his mouth. My eyes never left Steph’s. This was for her.
She sported this stupid wide-eyed mesmerized grin as she watched Christopher work.
“That’s so fucking hot, Brent,” she whispered, her eyes never leaving Christopher and his thorough job of sucking me clean. The fingers of her left hand massaged the underside of her breast while the right gripped my thigh.
I felt Christopher’s tongue now licking all around my cock. It actually felt like he had covered everything multiple times — the length, the underside, his lips wrapping around me, his tongue sliding up underneath. He almost lovingly used his lips on me.
And yes, I enjoyed it. It may have been the power element, but at its base level the guy knew how to suck a dick. I could get hard again. He was very good.
“Now her, Christopher.”
My eyes met his as he stopped his work on me. He nodded, shifting over just a little bit.
Steph smiled at me, “oh my God.”
Christopher actually looked like he knew what he was doing with her too as he spent a bit more time cleaning her clit more than anywhere else. Each time his tongue also dug deep inside of her Steph let out yet another moan. She pulled my hand to her naked breast and had me massage her, her hardening nipple pressing against the palm of my hand.
She came again, her tummy spasming likely in sync with the walls of her pussy. Her one hand tangled in Christopher’s and her other squeezed my hand onto her breast. As she came down from her high, she turned towards me and captured my lips with hers in a deep kiss as she moaned.
“Thank you for this. You are amazing.” I smiled at her and her glowing face.
Christopher having finally finished up in his work, his face glistening with juices, meekly smiled at both of us as he returned to his knees.
——
Christopher eventually left, leaving Steph at my place. She had a toothbrush and a drawer at my place — yes, it was odd for fuck buddy submissive best friends to actually do what girlfriends often do, but then nothing about our relationship was normal.
We were both rather tired, so we just crawled into bed, her naked body backed up to mine making me the large spoon to her small one. I wrapped my arm around her, across her stomach.
“Thank you, Brent. I know that wasn’t your thing, and so it feels like you did that for me.”
“I did, Steph.”
She pulled my arm tighter into her.
As we drifted off to sleep, I knew that I needed to tell her about that night with Caroline. I should have that night. Not sure why I didn’t, really. Maybe it was because I didn’t want to hurt her. No excuses though.
Her breathing shifted. She sounded like she dozed off. As I finally drifted off, my mind raced — between Stephanie and Caroline.
I woke the next morning almost in the same position, me spooning naked Steph, her holding my arm tight into her. I listened for her breathing. She didn’t breathe like she was sleeping.
“Steph?”
“Mmhmm.”
“We need to talk about something.”
She paused in her breathing, turning towards me without letting my arm leave her body. My hand ended up on her hip as she moved to laying on her back, her eyes now looking at me questioningly.
“Is everything ok?”
“Not sure.” She started to look worried. “Listen Steph, I have to come clean about something.”
She waited.
“The night at the club meeting where we went around the side of the house… ”
She nodded quietly. Usually she would be making innuendo-laden comments about what happened, but she seemed to be too worried.
“Well, I think I saw someone from work at the meeting.”
She looked like she was processing it. As she was very smart, it wouldn’t take Steph but a moment for her to put two and two together.
She untangled a little from me and sat cross-legged on the bed, facing me.
“Who was it?” she finally managed. I think she had gotten there.
“Caroline.”
Her eyes went wide, “you mean the ice queen control freak?”
I nodded. “She got spooked when our eyes met and she escaped.”
“So, the ice queen wasn’t looking for servants, she instead was looking for…”
I nodded. “I think so.”
“And what has she been like since then? Like at work?”
“Avoiding it. Avoiding me. Wears a mask. That sort of thing.”
She sat for a moment.
“So, she was the inspiration for what happened outside?” I nodded.
She looked at me for a bit, “How do you feel about all of this?”
How did I feel? I felt intrigued by Caroline. And Steph… Steph was always complicated. I felt bad about Steph. We were not exclusive at all, but this felt like I stepped over a line. In fact, I know I did.
“I am sorry, Steph.”
“Why?”
“I felt like I completely used you that night. In fact, I did. And that’s not our relationship. That’s not who I am. And certainly not fair to you.”
She seriously nodded. Knowing her as long as I have, I could tell she was a little upset.
“And how do you feel?”
She looked at me, “a little used.” Before I could respond she added, “so are you, like, going to pursue her? Because knowing you, I feel like you will.”
She looked like she had shifted to being on the edge of real vulnerability.
“Honestly, I don’t know. I think I would but… ” I paused. “But I don’t know.”
She nodded and then took a breath.
“I shouldn’t be upset, but I am. Just being honest.” I nodded in agreement.
She pulled up the sheet to cover her naked body.
I didn’t usually take Steph for granted, so I knew I had to make sure she felt like she was important to me. I would have to work that out.
At the core of it all, I knew her feelings were justified, and I was at fault. And my job to protect her? I had failed there.
As she held the sheet against her naked body, I reached out and took her hand, “I am so sorry Steph.”
She nodded, managed a surface level smile, and then headed towards the bathroom to clean up and head out.
Honestly, I was not sure how this compulsive pursuit of Caroline fit in with my important relationship with Steph. I mean, I had done nothing to pursue anything with Caroline, but if I did, would it be more serious or just a diversion? Things I needed to work through.