Lost in the scene, Kendra and I stand together for however long, appreciating Tyler’s talent.

  “I love how the trees and the smoke look like they’re blowing in the wind,” I mutter to myself.

  “The pixie creatures are all women,” Kendra remarks.

  They are.

  “Their boobs look lifelike.” Perky. Rosy tipped. Firm.

  “Look at that white-haired one. She’s the only one wearing a crown of flowers.”

  “Maybe she’s the queen.” I shrug one shoulder.

  “She might be.”

  I point to a green goblin without touching the canvas. “Look at him. He’s erect.”

  “He’s staring at the woman in the smoke. You think that’s Tyler and he’s watching you?”

  Looking a little closer, I gasp, covering my mouth. “It is. Look at his back, Kendra. Oh. My. God.”

  She leans in, her breasts pressing against my back. “Are those lash marks?”

  “Yes. Those marks are just like the ones I give him.”

  “That’s Tyler then.” Kendra points to a big goblin standing beside a nymph, not far from Tyler. “Is that Rob, you think?”

  “Possibly. He does have half an erection. The rest of the goblins are limp.”

  “He’s also staring at you, the rest of the goblins aren’t… He does this a lot, you know. Painting you, himself, and Rob. You do know what’s going to happen come Monday.” Kendra wraps her arm around my waist from behind, hand splaying below my belly button as she nuzzles her nose to the space beneath my ear. I should’ve known she would take this opportunity to cop a feel. I suppose this is when I tell you that Kendra’s bisexual… and I’ve always been bi-curious. She’s the only woman I’ve ever experimented with. It doesn’t happen often, but it does happen. Rob and Tyler are well aware of this and have never cared. It was something all four of us sat down together and discussed two years ago when things got serious with Tyler, Rob, and me. Kendra understands that we are friends, first and foremost, employee and employer second, and sexual partners last. Sure, there’s love on both our parts. It’s just not the kind of love you feel for a life partner. It’s the one you feel for a friend that you find attractive.

  “Is someone wanting a little something?” I tease, rubbing my ass against her crotch.

  Kendra’s breath kicks up in my ear as she glides her hand to my pussy where she splits my cleft with a finger to rub my clit. I gasp a breathless moan on contact, head falling back to rest on her shoulder, giving her a clear invitation to play.

  “Did Tyler tell you to do this, too?” I rasp.

  Her teeth nip my earlobe. “You’re naked, Ronan, you know how wet that makes me.”

  “It does, does it?”

  To punctuate her desire, Kendra adds a second finger and my legs begin to shake, my orgasm too close for comfort. Damn. She’s good at this. Too good.

  Taking the upper hand, I grab Kendra’s dainty wrist and remove her from my sex. She chuckles in my ear. “Mistress Ronan is afraid to come, isn’t she?”

  “Shut up, slut.” Whipping around, hair flying, I draw my Domme to the surface, palm both of Kendra’s shoulders, and push her to her knees. She moans all the way to the floor, her eyes hooded with unspent lust.

  Reaching for me, she licks her lips, greedy for a taste. I slap her hands away. “Tell me.”

  “I asked them,” she husks, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession.

  “Asked who, what?”

  “Rob and Ty. I asked if I could make you come today.”

  “I thought my lunch would be here soon.”

  “I ordered it an hour out so we could play first.”

  “I haven’t showered.”

  “I know.”

  “I’ll taste of Tyler.”

  Kendra groans, her eyes sliding shut as if that’s the sexiest thing she’s ever heard. “Yesss,” she hisses through her teeth.

  Satisfied with Kendra’s reply, I cup the back of her head, widen my stance, and feed her my cunt.

  Without pause, my favorite rug muncher goes to town on my clit, sucking it into her mouth. Flicking it wildly with her tongue, she slides two fingers inside my pussy. I grip a fistful of her red hair for balance.

  “That’s it,” I groan. “Eat me.”

  In response, Kendra sucks harder, her fingers plunging in and out of my wetness at a possessed pace. A shiver races through me, starting at my toes, ending in my fingertips. That’s it. Fuck. Yes! I’m gonna come all over her gorgeous face. My clit throbs on the edge. I grind against her lips, slathering them in my juices. She moans for more, and I give it to her with pleasure.

  “Finger yourself,” I demand, wanting her to get something out of this, too. She’s not like Tyler; she doesn’t get off on denial.

  The stubborn broad shakes her head.

  “Finger yourself, slut.”

  Another defiant shake.

  Kendra’s not a sub, so she doesn’t get off on obedience. She’s quite the opposite. The firecracker likes to be difficult.

  Wrenching her face from my cunt using her hair, I take a step back.

  Glistening eyes and swollen lips coated in me, stare up, begging me to let her keep going. I don’t, because I hate disobedience.

  “Take off your shorts.” I nod toward said garments, and she works fast at removing them, knowing I don’t play games.

  I praise her by relaxing the punishing hold on her hair without letting go.

  “Spread your knees.”

  She does, giving me a sexy-as-hell view of her curly red thatch and smooth, dewy slit. I lick my own lips at the sight. Before Kendra, I never tasted anyone’s pussy but my own. Never had the desire to. Until one day she asked if she could touch me. Just like that. No hesitation. We’d been working together for over a year at that point, I knew she was bisexual, so I wasn’t upset. I was intrigued. The first time I ate her was equal parts scary and arousing. Now all I wanna do is lick her tangy sweetness until she begs me to stop. That’s the bonus of being with a woman, they can come nonstop if you know what you’re doing. Men can never feed your ego that way. Not like Kendra can.

  “Two fingers. Inside. Now.”

  Chewing the inside of her cheek, Kendra shakes her head like a damn brat.

  Fine.

  She doesn’t wanna listen.

  I’ll do it.

  Shoving her shoulder, Kendra falls back, landing hard on her elbows, legs slipping out from under her. I drop to the floor in record time, and jam three fingers into her sopping wet cunt. Surprised by my reaction, Kendra tries to crawl away, but I don’t let her. I fuck her slick tightness without remorse. Hard and fast, almost brutal, until she’s writhing like a fish out of water, screaming incoherently.

  That’s what happens when you don’t listen.

  I take what I want.

  And I want her to come all over me.

  My opposite thumb joins in on the party to play with her fat clit that’s peeking out from underneath its hood. It’s a pretty little guy. One that makes my mouth water to taste.

  “Ronan!” Kendra’s walls squeeze around my fingers in a vise as she blows apart at the seams. Her head kinks back, neck elongates, chest heaving upward through a violent orgasm. Because I love her tiny tits, I rip her tank top down along with the cups of her bra to see her dusky pink areolas and matching nips. Thankfully she doesn’t fight me on it. Rolling into a second climax will do that to ya.

  I grin wide at her blissed-out expression but don’t stop my fun.

  Two soon turns into three, and when it does, I lean over my assistant and suck a ripe nipple into my mouth.

  “Ronan. Oh. God. What are you—” To shut her up, I nibble the peak until it’s as hard as a rock. This has her crashing again, blindly clawing at my shoulders. If this was planned, and my muscles didn’t already ache, I’d fuck her with a strap-on. We’ve only done that once before. She loved it, as did I.

  By the time I’ve brought my naughty slut to her sixth mind-blowing orgasm, I crawl over her face and sit 69 style to feast on each other. Pulling her legs up, knees bent, I dive face-first into her soaking center and lap up all the juices there. As soon as her tang awakens my taste buds, I’m a goner. I eat her like a madwoman. Loving every second of it, I groan smearing my face in it. I suck her clit, probe her entrance, and lap her crinkly backdoor because it deserves loving, too.

  Palming my ass, moaning into my pussy, Kendra takes a tentative taste of my slit. I freeze my ministrations on her clitty. Her hot breath bathes my sex in heavy exhales. Sitting back, resting on her face, I grant her full access.

  “Go on, make me come,” I invite.

  Heeding my words, Kendra doesn’t disappoint as she goes to town on my cunt, eating, fingering, sucking—drawing pleasure from my center that blooms outward in a rush of ecstasy. I cry out her name, palming my tits, as I begin to ride her face, and she lets me. Welcomes it, even. There’s no use in resistance when this is what we both want, so I give in full bore.

  “Can you taste him?” I husk as she delves that sweet, sweet tongue into my sex.

  Kendra hums in response.

  “I wanna fuck you so badly.” Closing my eyes, I fall deeper into the moment, directly in front of Tyler’s painting.

  This is incredible.

  Suddenly, without warning, Kendra rolls me to the side, and I catch myself on the way down. Before I know what the hell is going on, she’s scissoring our legs together, wet pussy grinding to wet pussy. Her plum tits bounce. Face screwed up in pleasure. She palms my breast, and that’s all it takes. I’m coming. Hard. So fucking hard! Grabbing her arm to tether our connection, eyes slamming shut, back arching, I wail my release. Kendra doesn’t relent. She rubs our cunts together faster, forcing my orgasm to flow forth. It doesn’t stop. Everything tightens. My mouth falls open in delirious cries, yet she continues. Another crash of pelvises and she breaks apart again. I’m right behind her, acutely aware of how intense everything feels. To have her clit graze mine. Her fingers pluck at my nipple. Our folds kiss in a wet, slapping symphony. It lasts forever. Until neither of us can catch our breaths. Until I need her mouth on mine. So I draw her down to kiss in a tangle of sloppy tongues and hungry groans.

  Lying on top of me, Kendra shoves two fingers into my entrance. I wrap my legs around her waist, our bare breasts mashed together. “Kendra,” I whimper, feeling her wiggle inside, hitting my g-spot.

  “I wanna fuck you, too, sexy.” She drops a peck on my damp upper lip, hair falling around her face like a fiery angel.

  The doorbell rings.

  “Fuck!” we bellow in unison.

  That’s what I get for having an extra speaker placed in the dungeon.

  Kendra drops a final kiss to my mouth, then scrambles to her feet. “That’s gotta be your lunch. Come up when you’re ready, take a shower, and I’ll have your food plated at the table when you’re done.”

  I reach out for her as she struggles adorably to get dressed. She trips a few times trying to get her shorts on. I grin at her just-fucked hair. Yep, I did that. Gave her those puffy lips, too, that are still coated in my essence.

  Her hand folds into mine probably thinking I want help up. Instead I yank her down. Expelling a cute yelp, Kendra falls on top of me. I turn us onto our sides, take her mouth in a searing kiss, push the hem of her shorts to the side, and finger her to another quick, body-thrashing orgasm. When I’m finished, I help her to her feet, spank her hot ass, and watch with a giant smile plastered across my face, as she stumbles from the room, sputtering nonsense about me driving her crazy, and how perfect my tits are.

  What a fun morning. I’d love to wake up like that every day. Sex. Orgasms. Kissing. Yes, please. Sign me up. If you add Rob and Tyler into the mix, I’d definitely be on board. Ecstatic even.

  Rubbing both palms down my face, loving the smell of Kendra on them, I oust a satisfied groan. To feel her a little longer, I squeeze my legs together and rejoice in the fiery tingle that resonates there. If we could’ve kept going, I might have been able to come another ten times. Possibly more. Kendra’s one talented friend. Her future wife or husband is one lucky sonofabitch.

  Another sigh.

  That’s enough about all her yumminess.

  It’s time to shower.

  After lunch, I have my first client.

  If I remember correctly he’s my splosher, aka likes cakes, and pudding poured on him while he jacks off. To heighten his enjoyment, I call him names. His favorite being Mommy’s little whore, or my personal favorite Daddy’s filthy butt pirate when he fingers his asshole. Isn’t my job absolute perfection? I can’t wait to see what Kendra bought for his session today. I’m hoping for cheesecake. That’s super fun to throw at a person. It leaves tiny red marks that don’t last. And you know how much I enjoy marking people, even if it’s temporary.

  5

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  TEXTUAL ENCOUNTERS OF THE HOT KIND

  Sitting on my sofa, feet propped on the leather upholstered ottoman that moonlights as a coffee table, wearing a pair of boy shorts and spaghetti strap tank, I flip Grey’s Anatomy on, using my Fire Stick. Now, this is a nighttime drama that speaks my language. It’s sexy and adrenaline spiking. Not to mention, I usually learn a thing or two.

  As I’m sure you’ve deduced, yes, my day is finally through. I just finished taking another shower. That would make three for the day. The sploshing sesh with Gary was quite messy. Kendra didn’t get cheesecake. It was chocolate cream pies, German chocolate cake, and dark chocolate pudding that I got to throw at, or pour on my client. He loved every second of it. I have to admit, it was pretty fun to watch him roll around in food, jacking off his average-sized pecker while I degraded him. I had Gary so horned up at one point he took three fingers to his ass. Now that was sort of hot for a mid-fifties overweight man that I’m not attracted to. I donned my typical Domme garb for the session: pleather pants, bustier, sexy high-heeled boots, and braided hair.

  After Gary, I showered, then got a massage that lasted close to two hours. Unlike most massage therapists, Raoul will touch your delicate parts if you ask. I met him at a ProDomme event three or four years ago, since he specializes in happy endings. Not that I ever partake in those. I have no need. But, I do love my ass, boobs, and vagina massaged. Trust me, there’s nothing better than a full-body rub that includes those extras. I hurt in places I didn’t even know hurt until he dug those magical thumbs in. It was pure heaven.

  Leo was last, and that boy is a freak in the best of ways. Diapers. Bottles. Total littles play or AB/DL—adult baby, diaper lover. He wets his nappies, gets spanked on his tushie, plays with baby toys, and will eventually find a full-time mommy who’ll let him suckle her breasts. I don’t offer that so he makes do with my limits. I rock him in a rocking chair, give him pacifiers, feed him, and change his bottom—all in the name of kink. He usually sports an erection the entire time. Even wants me to swat his hand away when he tries to tug on it like a small child would. It’s not my cup of tea, but I am more than happy to accommodate Leo. Our sessions last longer than most, around three hours. That gives us enough time for everything, including a climax that he achieves by rolling toy cars up and down his penis as I pretend to change his diaper. He’s a biweekly regular that’s super sweet. I’d happily take on twenty men like Leo as a client. Trust me, I’ve had way worse.

  Once he was done, I met Kendra upstairs to log the day’s events and hug her goodbye. Then I took a two-minute shower to wash the scent of baby powder from my skin. Now I’m here watching TV after I ate leftover lunch for dinner. This is the time of day I feel most alone. Not that I mind peace and quiet. I enjoy it. Then again, the idea of cuddling up next to a warm body, watching TV in our underwear, sounds divine.

  To combat the increasing loneliness, I text my lads in our group chat. It makes things easier, and they don’t seem to mind.

  Me: Done for the day. About to watch some Grey’s. How are you two?

  I click on my show as I await a reply. Rob’s off work by now so unless he’s asleep or getting some, he’s the one who’ll answer quicker. Tyler needs to be torn from his art to text. After last night, I’ll be surprised if he replies at all. He’s likely submerged in various paintings. It’s a struggle to make him eat, let alone communicate when he’s in the zone.

  Ten minutes in, Meredith and Alex are having a heart-to-heart.

  My phone vibrates in my lap.

  Rob: Good, babe. Just lyin’ in bed. How was your day? Not too sore, I hope. Did Kendra give you a big O like she wanted?

  Smiling like a silly teenager, I snuggle further into the sofa, snatch the blanket off the back that Tyler bought me, and throw it over my legs to get comfier.

  Me: Way to get straight to the point.

  Rob: That’s how I roll. Don’t play coy. Tell me.

  My nose wrinkles at his misplaced dominance. It may not sound like much, but I can practically hear the sharp crack of his tone from here. I don’t have to ask to know that Rob got laid tonight. Some honey from his club spread her legs, per usual. Did I forget to mention that Rob’s a biker? Well, he is. A Crimson Outlaw to be exact. Unfortunately, his dickishness comes out in full force when he’s high on endorphins after a faceless nut. Where Tyler has no desire to screw other women because he gets all he needs with me. Rob, the broody, anger-repressed, emotionally stunted man I love, needs his dominant side sated too. The side that craves control, and emotionless hardcore fucking. The Neanderthal, caveman aspect of his outward personality. A façade he portrays for every person besides me, and sometimes Tyler. I don’t feed into his bullshit, and know when he’s wearing his well-suited mask. Five years with a person you begin to read between the carefully constructed lines. And I consider myself a Rob expert.

  Refusing to let on that I’m aware of his current just fucked state, I whip out the Domme.

  Me: Tyler’s busy painting. He doesn’t care right now. And you know better than to cop an attitude with me, Big Man.