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.
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