Alternate

Literotic asexstories – Alternate by u1u1u1,u1u1u1
A/N: this is the sequel to “Control”. I own the copyright, but grant Literotica (and everyone else) a non-exclusive license to publish the work.

Three days had passed since Tom and Emily’s first date on Friday night. They’d been inseparable over the weekend… almost. Tom had taken Emily out to a theatre in the West End on Saturday night. On Sunday they’d gone to dinner at a Michelin-starred restaurant near the top of the Shard. Both nights, Tom had walked Emily back to her place and left her to sleep in her own bed in order to create a greater sense of anticipation. She had masturbated furiously before bed to satiate her growing lust. 

Finally, after two lonely nights apart, Tom invited her back into his sanctum on Monday. Emily was dying for him to fuck her brains out again. Tom showed her to his bedroom and opened his wardrobe full of BDSM implements. He picked out a blindfold, a pair of handcuffs, and – Emily’s heart skipped a beat – a leather cat o’ nine tails.

“Take off your clothes,” Tom commanded. Emily stripped methodically, keeping her eyes locked on Tom’s as she dropped her dress, her camisole, her favourite black lace bra, and finally, her matching set of panties.

“Lie down on the bed,” Tom instructed. Emily obeyed. Tom strung the chain of the cuffs through the carved wood of the headboard, and bound Emily’s wrists together above her head, reminding her not to struggle, lest the cuffs dig too far into her wrists. He then blindfolded Emily, cutting off her sight. She delighted in the light touch of Tom’s fingers as he ran them across her nipples, down her stomach, and over her labia.

“Please don’t be gentle,” Emily said. “Hurt me. Degrade me. Humiliate me.”

Tom stopped short. That had been his intention, of course, within consent. Still, he required Emily to address him with the proper honorifics during their sessions. Emily was still a novice sub. Her mistake was understandable, but it had presented a good opportunity for him to assert his dominance.

“Emily, you aren’t speaking to me with proper respect,” he said. “Do you want to try that again?”

Emily’s voice quavered. “Please hurt me, sir, I am yours. Punish me, please, I deserve to be degraded and humiliated for my lack of respect, sir.”

Tom smirked. He picked up a thin bamboo cane he’d left leaning against the wall. He loved the sight and sound of the cane colliding with a supple pair of buttcheeks, but he knew he had responsibilities towards Emily as her Dom, and he had to be careful not to do any lasting damage to her. She was such a beautiful creature. He watched the deep rise and fall of her chest as she tried to control her breathing, and had an idea.

Tom brought the cane down carefully on Emily’s breasts, enjoying the way they shook at the collision. She cried out, but didn’t use their safe word. After delivering two more strokes across her petite, perfectly formed breasts, Tom restrained himself. He decided to try verbal degradation.

“You’re such a pathetic, dirty slut, aren’t you, Emily?” he said, watching every microexpression that flashed across her face.

“Yes, Master,” she replied.

Switching things up, Tom brushed the tip of the cane lightly across Emily’s clit. She gasped. Tom knew she wouldn’t have expected that the cane could be used for anything other than inflicting pain. He teased her with the tip of the cane, making the faintest possible contact with her clitoris. Emily spasmed with pleasure, writhing erotically despite her restraints.

“It’s so good to see you chained up and helpless, like the worthless whore you are,” he said. His voice was caustic. This was exactly what she had always craved. “Get on your knees.”

Emily twisted around in complaince, her arms crossing over as the cuffs restrained her. Every sinew of her was stretched taut. Tom adjusted his grip on the cane and delivered several hard strokes on her bottom. She screamed out. The pain pushed Emily closer to the edge. Every fibre of her being was enthralled by the sensations ravaging her. Tom made her feel as if she were suspended between ecstasy and agony. She tried to take a moment to relish that delightful limbo. It was no use. The combination of pain and pleasure had boiled up to fever pitch inside her. She yearned for release.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Emily,” Tom said through gritted teeth. He put down the bamboo cane and gathered up his whip. “You deserve the whip. You’re such a filthy, worthless submissive, aren’t you? Now beg for it,” Tom demanded, his voice dripping with malice.

Emily’s face contorted in desperation. “Please, sir, whip me. Discipline me. Forgive me for being a filthy, worthless sub,” she cried out, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Tom raised the cat-o’-ninetails above his head. He cracked it once in the air to extend each of the strands. Emily waited for the first crack with a pit of anxiety in her stomach. She could hear her pulse. Tom brought the whip down on her back with a satisfying snap. Emily cried out. Another controlled blow fell, followed by another, and another. She loved being at Tom’s mercy. It gave her such a thrill.

Four lashes was more than enough. Tom got behind Emily and slipped his throbbing erection into her tight, wet entrance. Emily groaned as she felt him fill her up. He began to thrust rhythmically into her. Tom gripped her hips, his fingers digging roughly into her tender flesh as he pounded her.

“Do you like this, you little whore?” Tom hissed. “You like being chained up and used like a bitch?”

Emily could feel the blood flowing in her arteries. “I do, sir,” she admitted. “I love being your helpless plaything.”

Those words drove Tom on. Emily was building towards orgasm with each powerful thrust. Tears of pleasure streamed down her face. Tom’s thumb circled her clit with just enough pressure to move her right up to her orgasm.

“Come for me, you filthy slut,” he commanded, his voice thick with desire.

They both climaxed, messily. Tom shot his load inside Emily. Her vagina contracted tightly around his member. She felt the hot liquid of his seed spilling inside her. They cried out in unison.

They collapsed onto the bed. Tom uncuffed Emily and pulled off her blindfold. She wrapped her arms around him, clinging to him tightly, feeling safe and cherished in his embrace. Emily nestled her head against his chest. She felt like she had stepped out of a grainy black and white picture into a world of glorious technicolour. Tom had snapped her out of her measly existence and shown her life in 60fps 4k.

“Tom,” she said, “that was amazing. I loved not knowing what you were going to do next, and when you degraded me, and… well, everything.” Emily was having some trouble thinking straight. She wasn’t sure the blood had all returned from her crotch to her brain yet. “Could you… could you try to keep degrading me, even now?” Emily asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “That power you have over me, I want it to continue.”

Tom ran his fingers through her hair. “Oh, my dirty little submissive,” he cooed, his voice husky with desire. “Of course, you worthless filthy animal. I’m glad you know your place. I know exactly what to do with you.”

Emily felt so desired. “Thank you, sir.”. She felt a hint of trepidation, but then she had to trust Tom to take care of her.

Tom got up and returned to his wardrobe of bondage delights. Emily watched his defined butt as he rummaged through the wardrobe. Eventually he pulled out a pair of leather cuffs, a chain, and a dog collar that Emily was pretty sure was genuinely designed for dogs.

Tom bound her wrists together the leather cuffs, leaving her vulnerable… but also aroused. He then fastened the collar around her neck, and attached the other end of the chain to the headboard. Tom savoured her beauty. He grabbed his phone from the bedside table and took a few photos of her.

“These should sell for a few hundred,” Tom said. “I could set you up an OnlyFans. Or I could just post them straight on LinkedIn?” Tom teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief. 

Emily’s eyes widened. She tried to suppress a smile, but failed miserably. “Fine, sir,” she agreed. Breaking that taboo thrilled her. Emily wasn’t sure if he was serious. The idea excited her, but she supposed it shouldn’t.

His refractory period over, Tom mounted Emily and fucked her missionary style. Emily looked up at Tom with adoration. Tom grinned. He watched her pleasure build as her fucked her. He noticed her eyes begin to glaze over, so he abruptly pulled out. Tom unchained her from the bed, and yanked her up by the collar.

“Kneel before me, you filthy thing,” he growled.

Emily dropped to her knees. She lowered her head in submission, her eyes cast downward. “Look at me,” Tom commanded. Emily made eye contact. He had such beautiful, steel-blue eyes.

She leaned forward and licked his throbbing manhood, swirling her tongue around the tip. Tom groaned, urging her to take him deeper into her mouth. Emily did. Tom could feel his orgasm building rapidly.

After Emily obediently swallowed his load, Tom ordered her back onto the bed and practically devoured her clitoris, his tongue spelling out his name on her sensitive nub. A swipe up, followed by one from side-to-side; a swirl around the perimetre of her clitoral hood; a jagged zig-zag. Emily came soon enough, and begged Tom for mercy, subtly using their safe word to bring their encounter to an end.

They cuddled in bed, Emily feeling safe and secure in Tom’s strong embrace. She traced her fingers over his defined biceps as he ran his hands through her hair.

Tom, for his part, could feel true love stirring in his heart. It was something he had only felt once before, and never for someone with compatible proclivities. He took a good look at the woman in his arms, and had an idea.

“Emily,” he said, broaching the subject carefully, “what would you say to being dominated by two people at once?”

—————-

Relaxed on a green leather seat in a high-end bar near her house, Nina sipped her neat whisky as Tom sat down with a cocktail for Emily and his own glass of brown. She was intensely interested in getting involved with these two beautiful people. She saw the pathetically lovestruck way they looked at each other. Every glance made one or both of them break out into toothy smiles. It was touching, she supposed, but damn, they were going to love how she shook them up.

Tom cleared his throat. “So, do you want to join us?” he asked, looking into Nina’s eyes. Nina smirked. Of course she wanted to join Tom. They’d briefly dated years earlier, driven by mutual sexual attraction, but had amicably broken things off when they discovered that they were both hard doms. Emily’s presence created an opening for Nina to get closer to her handsome friend and his new stunning girlfriend.

“Of course,” she replied.

Tom poured a generous amount of liquor into their glasses, raising his glass toward Nina. “Cheers.”

Nina clinked her glass against his, and took another sip. She enjoyed watching Tom grimace as he took a sip of his own drink. He didn’t have her refined palette for hard liquor, but he felt like a man of his station should do, and he was trying to fake it until he made it. “You know, I’ve always admired your… confidence,” she told him with a mischievous grin.

Tom smiled back, appreciating the compliment. “Thank you, Nina. I think you’re quite confident yourself.” He flashed his eyebrows, acknowledging her innuendo.

“Oh, I know,” she said, responding with an eyebrow flash of her own. She eyed up the young lady on his arm, who was sipping on her Mai Tai even more cautiously than Tom was on his whisky. She was an elegant, slender woman with exceptional taste in dresses. Tom had told Nina that Emily was new to BDSM. Nina decided to use the experience gap to establish her own dominance. “Tell me, Emily, do you like rough sex?”

Emily blushed, but didn’t seem uncomfortable. Perhaps Nina had underestimated her. Instead, she looked thoughtful for a moment. “It feels incredibly intense,” she admitted. “And it’s different from anything I’ve experienced before. It’s exhilarating.”

Nina nodded. “That’s a powerful experience,” she agreed. “But don’t you ever want control?”

Emily hesitated, considering the question. “I’m… well, I’m not sure what you mean. I trust Tom. Safe and consensual, that’s all I’ve ever cared about. If I have that then I don’t have a desire to take the lead.”

Nina sipped her whisky, eyeing Emily up and down. “You sound like the perfect sub. I can see why Tom wants you. Hell, I want you, and I happen to have extremely exacting standards.” She winked and Emily blushed. “Have you been with a woman before, Emily?”

“N-no,” Emily stammered. “I mean, not that there’s anything wrong with that, I just…”

“You don’t need to explain yourself,” Nina said, waving her hand dismissively. “Some girls are just enthralled by cock.”

“You don’t like cock?” Emily asked.

“Oh, I like cock,” said Nina, “Just not exclusively. I’ll take anything, as long as I’m the one calling the shots.”

Emily’s first reaction on seeing Nina was that she wasn’t what she expected a dominatrix to look like. Rather than a busty, stern woman in leather, Nina was extremely petite, barely even five foot, with a wicked smile and a jet-black bob that framed her delicate face. She wasn’t dressed at all outrageously, although the woman’s suit she had on was clearly custom-tailored and impeccably sharp. But hearing Nina talk, so suave and confident, showed Emily that Nina had the right sort of personality for that role. She could imagine the fragile creature before her ordering around hunking men.

She decided to voice the topic. “Nina, you’re so small. Do big strong men really submit to you?”

Nina laughed and sipped her Scotch.

“Don’t worry, gorgeous. Just because I spend most of my time flogging meatheads and bankers doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate a fine specimen like you. And let me tell you, you’re more than capable of pleasing a woman. That tight little ass of yours has probably driven many a lover wild.”

Emily blushed, a deeper shade this time. Mission accomplished on establishing her dominance, but she wasn’t cruel. Noticing her discomfort, Nina put her hand on Emily’s shoulder. “No need to be embarrassed, gorgeous. We’re adults,” Nina declared, bottoming her drink. She looked up with a mischievious grin. “Emily, what is that you’re wearing? Undress yourself for us.”

Emily blushed an even deeper red but started to follow Nina’s instruction, slipping one of the straps of her dress halfway down her arm before Tom stopped her.

“We’re not exhibitionists,” he said. “Let’s go back to my place.”

Nina guffawed. “Your place? Please. We’d have a better time at mine. I’m closer, too.”

“Fine,” Tom conceded. He offered Emily his arm. Nina took Emily’s other arm before frowning and taking the lead instead.

“Keep up, you two,” she said. It wasn’t hard – they were both nearly a foot taller than her.

Tom surreptitiously whispered in Emily’s ear. “If at any point you feel uncomfortable, you just have to say.”

Emily smiled back at him. “I know. Thank you.”

—–

To the trained eye, Nina’s sexual predilections were apparent as soon as you stepped in her room. She didn’t openly display her floggers and ropes, but her king-sized bed sat on a reinforced steel frame that was far stronger than a woman her size would normally need. Nina watched Tom slowly undo the buttons of his shirt in front of Emily, his gaze never wavering from his girlfriend. The sight of his chiseled body left both women feeling excited. Emily’s eyes trailed down to his bulging erection, and she couldn’t wait to taste him again.

Emily could sense the attraction between Tom and Nina from the way they looked at each other. It was clear that their personal chemistry was off the charts, even if their proclivities weren’t compatible. Emily felt immensely priviledged that they both wanted to have sex with her. She had expected that she would feel jealous, but instead she felt immensely sexy – she was so sexy, in fact, that she was enabling Tom and Nina to finally have a joint sexual experience.

As Tom’s hands gently grazed Nina’s body, tracing the curves of her small frame, Emily found herself becoming increasingly wet. With a word from Tom, she slipped out of her dress, her camisole, her bra and panties. She could feel Nina’s gaze running up and down her naked body, and it wasn’t an entirely uncomfortable feeling.

Tom and Nina, working together, guided Emily through various intimate acts: sensation play, nipple clamps, and, of course, spanking. Tom and Nina took turns teasing and pleasuring her. Nina, it turned out, was left-handed, so she and Tom could simultaneously use their dominant hands. Emily was helplessly aroused by their skillful touches.

Nina had strong elastic restraints attached discreetly to the headboard of her bed. She positioned Emily at the foot of the bed and ordered her to bend over. Tom pulled on the elastic and tied the soft silk ends around each of Emily’s wrists. The elastic was designed for the men Nina usually dominated, and it pulled Emily taut. Tom admired the way her breasts jutted out from her slight frame. Nina noticed Tom’s appreciation and smirked. “She’s got great tits, doesn’t she?”

Tom nodded in agreement. “They’re lovely.” Emily felt exposed and vulnerable, which only served to intensify her arousal.

Nina retrieved two gags, a ball gag and a rope gag. “Emily, which of these would you rather I use?”

Emily swallowed nervously, trying to maintain her composure. She chose the rope gag. Nina leaned forward and kissed Emily passionately, teasing her lips with her tongue. Emily’s heart raced. She was disappointed when Nina broke the kiss and secured the gag in place.

“You won’t be able to use the safe word while gagged, obviously,” said Nina, “so if at any point you’re uncomfortable, just stamp one of your feet. Try it now.” Emily stamped her left foot on the mahogany floor, making an unmistakable sound. “Excellent. If you stamp again then we’ll stop all sexual activity immediately and get you ungagged.” Nina turned her gaze to Tom. “Is this working for you?”

“Gags have never really been my thing, to be honest with you,” he admitted. “Especially not the sort of gag that actually works. I’m more of a blindfold type of guy.”

Nina reached into a draw beside her bed and retrieved a velvet blindfold, which she tossed to Tom. He tied it securely behind Emily’s head. Nina smiled approvingly.

Nina fetched her favourite riding crop and handed Tom a paddle, which he took in his right hand. “You work her left cheek and I’ll work the right,” Nina said, smirking.  Tom nodded in agreement, adjusting his grip on the paddle like a ping-pong player preparing to serve.

The room fell silent as Nina started striking Emily’s right butt cheek with her flogger. The satisfying sound of leather against Emily’s soft flesh rang out as the pain shot through her skin. Her thoughts were consumed by the physical sensations–the sting of the impact, the heat radiating from her cheeks, and the pressure of the gag in her mouth. Nina continued to strike her right cheek, while Tom worked on her left. Despite the discomfort, Emily found herself growing more aroused with each strike. Her instincts urged her to stamp her feet and beg for mercy. Yet, she remained silent, trusting that her partners knew what they were doing. Tom wouldn’t have introduced her to someone who wouldn’t keep her safe and comfortable.

The rhythmic impact of the flogger and the occasional spank with the paddle drove her deeper into submission. As they alternated between striking her flesh and using their hands to caress her, Emily felt like every nerve in her body was firing at once. With each strike, she could feel her arousal building within her, pushing her closer to the edge of orgasm. She had ever more extreme thoughts of how she could submit to these two wonderful people who were mercilessly dominating her. She yearned for release. Emily found herself lost in the abyss of pleasure, her world reduced to nothing more than the electrifying touches of Tom and Nina.

Their pace gradually increased, their hands moving faster, their strokes harder. Tom reached under Emily and tweaked her left nipple, watching her reaction carefully to make sure she was enjoying it.

“You’ve really found the perfect sub,” said Nina, before bringing her flogger down sharply on Emily’s butt. “Exceptional pain tolerance.” Another strike. “Perfect butt – plump but firm.” Swish. “No qualms about any degradation thrown her way.” Swish. “And of course she’s supermodel gorgeous.” Swish. “I have to admit that I’m jealous. Or is it envious? Perhaps both.”

Tom was surprised by Nina’s clinical way of describing another woman. He supposed it reflected her detached dominance. She viewed subs as meat to be enjoyed, at least within the context of the consensual power dynamic. Tom found that dominance gave him a feeling of safety and control, but for Nina it was clearly something else.

“I don’t know about you, but I think it’s time your exquisite darling sub tried to pleasure us for a change,” said Nina, putting down her flogger. She climbed on the bed and sat in the space between Emily’s arms and the headboard, her crotch right in front of Emily’s eyes. She removed Emily’s blindfold and gag. “Eat me out,” she commanded.

Emily was dazed from the masochistic bliss she had found herself in, and was dazzled by the soft light of Nina’s bedroom. She had never eaten pussy before. She glanced over her shoulder at Tom, who nodded reassuringly and gave her a supportive slap on the butt. Emily felt a surge of excitement and fear as she lowered her face towards Nina’s vulva. Taking a deep breath, she inhaled Nina’s scent, and her apprehension quickly dissolved as she found herself drawn to the task at hand. Slowly, Emily began to trace circles around Nina’s clitoris with her tongue, focusing on creating a gentle rhythm the way that Tom would with her.

Nina moaned loudly, arching her back slightly. Emily moved her tongue even faster, increasing the intensity of her efforts. Tom enjoyed watching the show, his own desire growing stronger. He groped Emily’s reddened backside, his penis hardening to full length. Tom positioned himself behind Emily, his erection on full display.

“What do you think,” Tom asked Nina, “her pussy or her ass?”

Nina’s eyes were scrunched up in sexual ecstasy. “Ugh… her… her pussy,” she groaned. “That’s it, just like that, suck me off! Oh, you incredible thing…”

As Emily continued pleasuring Nina, Tom took a moment to observe Emily’s newfound talent in giving cunnilingus, the way she licked and sucked, all while maintaining eye contact with Nina. It was clear that Emily was truly dedicated to her role as a submissive partner.

As he entered her, Emily gave a purr of appreciation, but didn’t let the penetration distract her from her task of pleasuring Nina. The chemistry between the three of them was obvious. The room filled with the sounds of slapping flesh, gasps, and moans. Tom pounded Emily from behind as Emily’s tongue explored Nina’s vulva. Emily had never had a threesome before and found the attentions of two lovers at once incredibly stimulating. Tom’s cock throbbed inside her as she felt Nina’s wetness seeping onto her chin. Emily relished the sensation of having her body claimed by two Doms.

Nina’s moans turned into growls of pleasure. Emily watched her with fascination, her body shuddering. She felt Tom’s hard cock penetrate her deeply as he maintained his grasp on her hips, and moaned with pleasure, her vocal chords pressed up against Nina’s crotch.

“Oh yes!” cried Nina, finally reaching her peak. Emily looked up at her, taking in the expression of pure ecstasy on her pretty face, all thanks to Emily. Nina panted for breath, completely shaken by the climax Emily had given her.

“Do you want to taste me?” Tom asked, as he pulled out of Emily. “Or should I cum inside you?”

Emily hesitated for a moment, torn between the two choices. Finally, she made her decision. “Taste you,” she replied, holding Tom’s gaze. 

Tom smiled, understanding her request. “Alright,” he agreed, then swiftly moved around, presenting his cock by the side of her face. Emily turned her head and took the tip of Tom’s cock in her mouth. After only a few seconds of sucking, he came inside her, coating her mouth with his hot seed. Emily closed her eyes, swirled the load around her cheeks, and swallowed it down. She could hear Tom’s ragged breaths and the soft pants of Nina nearby, both eager for the conclusion of their passionate tryst.

Tom withdrew his dick from Emily’s mouth and kissed Nina deeply and passionately. Emily watched on with jealousy as Nina brought her hand up to Tom’s pectorals, squeezing his firm muscles tightly. Emily couldn’t deny the obvious lust that had sparked between them. Nina and Tom might both be natural tops, but they doubtless found each other innately attractive all the same.

Feeling somewhat left out, Emily decided to focus on her own pleasure. With her hands restrained, she used her hips to rub her clit desperately against the bed, imagining what it would feel like to have both Tom and Nina worship her at the same time. The thought sent shivers down her spine. Tom and Nina were undoubtedly exceptional lovers, and there was no denying the fierce longing within Emily to experience their touches again.

Tom and Nina, caught in their own world of passion, didn’t notice Emily’s desires for a moment – or if they did, then they simply didn’t care. Emily watched as Tom’s cock engorged for a second time. He reached down and grasped Nina’s ass, lifting her up and throwing her down on the bed next to Emily. Emily shifted herself as far over as her restraints would allow. Tom and Nina rutted furiously in the missionary position, Nina’s legs wrapped around Tom’s waist, her fingers digging into his deltoids. Emily cleared her throat, but Nina reached over a put a finger to her lips, shushing her. It didn’t take long for Nina to have her second orgasm.

As soon as her climactic moan ended, Nina told Tom to stop. He complied, somewhat reluctantly but immediately, his cock visibly throbbing with arousal as he pulled out.

“She can finish you off,” Nina said. Tom turned to present his cock to Emily. “No, take her from behind,” Nina said. “Her mouth is mine, as long as she’s on my bed. I shouldn’t have let her suck you off before, to be honest.”

Tom got behind Emily again. “You ready?” he asked her, his finger circling her clit.

Emily hummed her assent, and Tom pushed his cock into her from behind. Her pussy gripped him with a familiar heat, making him lose track of time and place. Emily loved the feeling of his strong arms around her waist, the powerful rhythm of his thrusts driving her closer to her own release.

Nina lay beside them, watching their lovemaking with an unreadable expression. It was obvious that she found Tom irresistible, despite her earlier claim that she only sought submissives. Tom wondered what it would be like to give Nina the attention she craved, but his heart belonged to Emily now.

Tom began to become lost in the heat of his passion, and didn’t notice Nina getting up and retrieving her crop. He kept pounding Emily.

“Oh, that’s so good!” Emily cried as Tom thrust into her. She was losing control of her emotions. She tried to hold back her moans but couldn’t help it.

Tom barely noticed the riding crop begin to brush against his butt at first, but after it had brushed back and worth a few times, he looked over his shoulder at Nina.

“Oh, you’ve been such a bad boy,” she said. “Cheating on your girlfriend, making her pleasure your mistress, and now you’re neglecting me. Don’t you think you deserve to be punished?”

This threw Tom off his game. He stopped, his cock halfway inside Emily. “Nina, put that down, I’m not into it.”

“Are you sure?” Nina said, smouldering seductively. “Isn’t there a part of you that hates yourself? Wouldn’t it be a relief to finally release your self-loathing?” Nina persisted, slowly walking towards Tom. She grabbed his chin, forcing him to look down into her eyes. “You’re already doing things you wouldn’t normally do,” she whispered. “So, why not indulge in this, too?”

Tom hesitated, conflicted. “I don’t know,” he confessed, trying to hide his vulnerability. “It just seems wrong…”

“Not if it helps you let go,” Nina said, softening her tone. “I understand how painful it can be to repress your true self.”

Tom’s brow furrowed, thinking about what Nina said. He hadn’t expected this level of vulnerability from her. Perhaps there was something deeper going on beneath her seemingly cold exterior. And maybe, just maybe, embracing this act could lead to greater understanding and closeness.

“Alright,” Tom conceded, swallowing his fear. “As an experiment. You stop when I tell you.”

“Shut up and do me,” Emily pleaded. Tom turned his attention back to Emily and resumed nailing her over the bed. He slapped her butt as he thrust into her wetness. She sighed, enjoying the contrast of his roughness and gentleness.

Nina brought her crop down sharply across Tom’s tight buttocks. He gasped, but was surprised to find that he enjoyed the pain, in a sense. He took satisfaction from it that was similar from the satisfaction of a hard work-out. He didn’t let up from Emily, though. He was driven on by her moans of delight as he thrust into her.

The crop continued to land upon his buttocks, the sting of it providing him with a newfound sense of liberation. Emily screamed in pleasure, her hands gripping the sheets tightly.

“Don’t stop,” she urged Tom, hungry for more. As he increased his pace, the room filled with groans and gasps.

Nina watched transfixed. She was captivated by the raw power that Tom possessed. He hadn’t submitted to the sting of the crop, but beared it without fear, the way an elephant might consider a mosquito. In that moment, he owned the room, taking complete control of both Emily and himself. His dominance radiated through his every move, as he thrust into Emily without hesitation, driving her to heights of ecstasy. Nina’s hand went to her clit, and she began gently pleasuring herself as she watched, the crop in her left hand forgotten.

Emily trembled under the ferocious force of Tom’s fucking. Each powerful thrust made her grip the bed even tighter, desperate to maintain some semblance of stability amidst the tempest of passion. Tom, too, was consumed by the storm brewing within him.

Nina watched, enraptured by the sight before her. Her dark eyes blazed with hunger, and her breath came in short, sharp gasps. She knew how to pleasure herself, and she brought on her own orgasm remarkably quickly. She was pleased that she’d had her third before either of her visitors had their second.

Emily let out a shriek of pleasure and her eyes rolled back in her head. Her pussy clamped down on Tom’s erection. He took it as permission to cum, and he let out his own low moan as he had his second orgasm of the night, this time filling up his girlfriend’s vagina with his sperm.

He lay down next to her and held her close, burying his face in her hair as they both rode the wave of intense bliss. They still hadn’t come down when Nina bent down, gently kissed Emily’s neck, and whispered in her ear.

“You’re a good girl, Emily”, she said, as she released the restraints from Emily’s wrists. They snapped into the headboard as the elastic contracted. Emily flushed with embarrassment as she realised she had been completely at the mercy of this tiny woman.

Tom felt exhausted, but entirely satisfied. “Are you feeling OK?” he asked Emily.

“I am,” she replied, though she was feeling disoriented and sore. “Thank you.”

Nina smiled, her eyes lingering on Emily. “You’re welcome, pet,” she said, with an almost maternal warmth. “Now, why don’t we all get dressed and make our way downstairs?”

Emily nodded gratefully, grateful for the distraction. The thought of returning to the world outside the bedroom helped ease her discomfort slightly.

“I feel like a piece of artwork,” Emily admitted, running her fingers along her bruised and tender skin. “Just another canvas painted on by two masters.”

Tom slipped his crumpled shirt and trousers back on, buttoning his shirt unevenly in his hurry. Emily found her silk panties and camisole lying on the floor and pulled them back on, ignoring the dress she’d came in. Nina grabbed a black nightdress out of her wardrobe and led them out to the kitchen. Nina looked just as delectable in her dress as she had in her suit. She seemed almost otherworldly, her dark hair and pale skin giving her an ethereal quality. Tom cuddled Emily as they followed behind Nina.

“I need a drink,” Emily murmured, glancing at Nina. “Something strong.”

Tom hummed in agreement. “That sounds like a great idea,” he said. “Nina, can you fix us a round of drinks?”

“Of course,” she replied, leading them into the kitchen. It was extremely nice – Tom felt envious. The counter tops were black marble with silver veins, and a central island held a wine rack and a selection of fine liquors that reflected Nina’s exceptional taste, with a small freezer underneath. Nina got out some ice cubes and poured them each a finger of Macallan, hers neat, theirs on the rocks.

They gathered around the bar, sipping on their drinks in silence. The single-malt whisky burned its way down their throats.

“Would you like to stay the night?” Nina asked. “I’m afraid the spare bedroom is otherwise engaged, but I’m told the settees are comfortable.”

Emily looked lovingly at Tom. It was clear what her preference was.

“Thank you, Nina, but I should get her home safely,” Tom said. “We’d be happier at mine.”

“One for the road?” Nina asked.

“I won’t,” said Tom, “Emily?”

Emily did want to be slightly drunker. “I’ve always wanted to know… what’s the difference between Scotch and bourbon?” she asked.

Nina grinned, and grabbed a bottle of Pappy and a sparkling clean Glencairns. “Scotch is what you should call whisky, the good stuff,” she said, pouring Emily a glass of bourbon on the rocks. “It’s distilled malted barley from Scotland. Bourbon, on the other hand, is American, mostly Kentucky, and is a mixture of corn and other grains.”

“So Scotch is better?” said Emily, sipping her drink. She could tell the difference, but her palette wouldn’t let her judge their qualities.

“Oh, it would be proper of me to say that it’s entirely a matter of taste,” Nina said wryly. “But I must level with you, I’m a diehard Scotch supremacist. I was born in Kentucky, actually, but luckily my parents had the good sense to move back to London before I got a Mitch McConnell accent. Thankfully good Scotch is also much cheaper than good bourbon, which is an injustice I’m not inclined to complain about.”

“You’re articulate when you’re drunk,” Tom said dryly.

“I’ll have you know I’m always orally dexterous,” she said, suggestively pressing her tongue into her cheek. “Now, as much as I’d love to spend half the night talking about liquor and the other hand ravaging your delectable girlfriend, if you want to leave then you should do it before I introduce her to Armagnac. And while she can still stand.”

“I’m fine,” Emily said, though she was suddenly very glad she wasn’t wearing heels.

“Thanks for the drinks,” said Tom. “And the sex.”

“My pleasure,” said Nina. “Thank you both for coming over. I haven’t had so much fun in a while. Emily, you’re most welcome here any time.” Emily laughed.

Tom and Emily got properly dressed, with Tom giving Emily his jacket. They bid Nina goodnight, and walked home to Tom’s apartment arm-in-arm. It was a chilly night, but Emily felt so warm.