Casey's Secrets (Full Trilogy) (9 page)

Casey’s Surrender: Chapter 4

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he conversation cheered me up drastically with the suggestion that there might be more to come, especially that he didn’t consider my little fantasy a hard limit. But the lull we hit made me remember that we still hadn’t heard from Max yet. Rick got up to get a fresh beer for himself after glancing at my own half-finished bottle resting almost forgotten on the coffee table. When he got back he relaxed into the sofa, his head tilted back.

His lids lowered and he seemed like he was recalling a favorite memory. “You should’ve seen yourself all spread open.” He opened his eyes and their blazing blue stare hit me hard. All the moments of his attention the day before came rushing back while he kept talking. “You were so perfectly comfortable with the situation, too. Christ, Casey, that sheer enjoyment of the moment is ideal in a sub. I’d have hated to see you go down the wrong path and wind up unhappy. Ever since you’ve grown up, it’s been tough not to notice you.”

I could barely breathe at this little revelation. “Do you think Max thought about me that way, too?” I asked, hopeful.

“If he did, he never said so to me. That’s not something we’d have shared, either way. How do you tell your best friend you have the hots for this eighteen-year-old stepdaughter? We’re not a couple old pedophiles. We like women, not little girls, and you sure came into your own over the last year.”

I turned and rested my back against the arm of the sofa, pulling my legs up and tucking them beneath me. I wished I could touch him again, and not in a sexual way. I’d had sex for the first time, been spanked, tied up, had two different cocks in my mouth and two different tongues in my pussy, all within the last forty-eight hours. I was overwhelmed by the realization of how much I’d loved it, but right now I just wanted a hug.

“Hey, hey, come here,” he said, his expression growing concerned at my darkening mood. He tugged at my hand and I fell against him, trying to ignore the fresh tears that rolled down my cheeks.

“I don’t feel like I’m grown up, Rick. I feel
stupid
. Like I’ve made a mistake, even though I loved every single second.”

He wrapped an arm around me and squeezed tightly while I buried my face in his shoulder, inhaling the spicy scent of his deodorant. He and Max used the same brand, I realized, but Rick’s scent was somehow still distinct. Like fresh-cut wood and varnish. It was the way his house always smelled, probably wafting in from his workshop. It had always been a comforting scent to me, and worked wonders now to calm me. It helped that he just sat quietly holding me and rubbing my back.

“Everyone feels that way at the beginning. You’re learning what makes you tick. What your body wants when it comes to pleasure, and it just happens to be a little different than what the average eighteen-year-old wants. Let me show you something …”

He shifted and gently sat me back up before standing and digging through a cabinet beneath the wall-mounted television. He pulled out a small, square jewel case and popped a mini-DVD into his player, then returned to the sofa and sat, pulling me back against him.

“What is it?” I asked, my curiosity overtaking my emotions as I snuggled against him, comforted by his closeness.

“It’s an old video Max and I made before we met our wives. Before it starts, just know that the girl you’re going to see was only a couple years older than you are now and it wasn’t her first session, but this is how Max and I like to work. It shows a bit of how tailored a scene can be to the participants, too. She’s the last sub we were with.”

My pulse raced in anticipation of what I’d see. Was this the Aurora they’d talked about? The screen flickered as the picture appeared, grainy at first before it cleared and focused on a king-sized bed that looked like it was in a swank hotel room—if the beds in swank hotel rooms had red satin sheets and steel rings attached to tall, iron bedposts. The sound kicked on with a blaring beat of music and Rick hurriedly lowered the volume.

“Sorry about that. This is the raw footage of a rehearsal, no post production, but everything that happens is real.”

The lighting shifted around the empty bed, making me think someone was adjusting it for maximum effect, as though it were a stage.

“Strobe on,”
a voice off-camera said. My skin prickled when I recognized Max’s familiar inflection and deep tone. The scene darkened and flickered in the disconcerting rhythm of a strobe light, with a black light underneath, highlighting hidden imagery with every flash. It was mesmerizing.

Someone laughed off-screen.
“I think that’s gonna knock their socks off.”

An accented female voice replied adamantly.
“Fuck that. I hate strobes. Get rid of it.”

“Lola wants it for the show, Aurora.”
Max again.
“What if we blindfold you?”

Rick let out a low laugh next to me. “Fucking Aurora. Some performers take themselves way too seriously.”

“Fine. Blindfold me, but you two owe me a favor after hours if I do this.”

“Anything for you, Aurora.”
A different male voice, just as familiar, answered her. I glanced at Rick, but he seemed too enthralled to notice me, his eyes fixed on the scene like we were watching his own wedding video. I almost felt like I was intruding, but the prospect of seeing the two of them in action from a distance was too enticing to abandon.

The strobe stopped and a figure stepped into the frame. I recognized Rick by his swagger and the dark tattoos on his upper arms. The scruffy cheeks, faint laugh lines and curly blond hair I knew and loved didn’t exist on the version of him that I watched on the screen, however. Instead he was a smooth-faced young man with a buzzed head and deep tan, wearing a pair of leathers like a second skin. He was still well-muscled and toned, but not as bulky as the guy sitting next to me. I let out a low whistle of appreciation at the younger version of him.

Rick chuckled beside me and tilted his chin toward the screen. “Wait ‘til you see my partner.”

“How old were you?” I asked.

“It’s coming on thirteen years ago, so … twenty-eight when we made this. About twenty-six when we started trying the lifestyle. Anytime we weren’t deployed, we’d spend weekends with a Dominatrix in the city. That would be Lola. She isn’t in this, though.”

“You said you were her sub. Did you get tied up, too?”

“The best way to learn how to be a Dom is to submit to one. She did everything to me before I was allowed to do it to anyone else.”

“But you weren’t the … subs … in this, um … .” I bit my lip wishing I knew how to speak his language. I wondered if he had a video of that, but didn’t dare ask.

“Scene,” he finished for me. “No, this was Lola’s first public test for the three of us. Max and I had worked together for about a year already. Jesus, Lola was more trying than our drill sergeant during boot camp at times. Every recruit should go through her for training, if you ask me. We’d learn a lot more sensitivity that way.”

I snickered at his comment, but quieted when his jaw clenched. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

He let out a snort and shook his head. “After the shit I’ve seen during service, I know a lot of it could have been avoided if we’d had her brand of discipline ahead of the military. She’s the one who taught us how to be men. All the military teaches us is how to be overgrown boys with guns.”

He took a swig of his beer and glanced at me. His expression softened.

“I don’t regret any of it, if that’s what you’re thinking,” he said. “Want another?” He pointed at the empty bottle that rested in my fist. I’d forgotten finishing it.

“Sure,” I said, and released the empty. I watched him leave, too fascinated by the fully grown man now to turn back to the video. The sounds drew my attention, though, and it wasn’t sex that I heard.

It was laughter.

Casey’s Surrender:
Chapter 5

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hree figures were tangled on the bed, one was obviously female and all of them were more or less clothed. She writhed and giggled in the arms of two ripped men who were
tickling
her. Mercilessly, too, from the looks of it. One was Rick, but the other—

I expelled a sharp breath when the other man’s face turned toward the camera and I recognized Max. He had a delighted grin on his face that completely disarmed me.

“Oh, God,” I said, before I could stop myself.

The beer bottle came around in front of me and I took it without looking back at Rick. I could feel him bracing his hands on the back of the sofa behind me.

“Let me know if this is too much for you and I’ll stop it.”

Always considerate to a fault, I thought. Max was that way, too, and had been all my life.

“No, I want to watch,” I said. “She looks so happy.”
And beautiful,
I thought, watching the slender brunette wiggle under their attention. She was in a black lace negligee with matching panties and her dark hair flowed in tendrils across the red pillow.

“That was her thing,” Rick said. “Everyone has something I guess. Tickling was what got her going.”

In the middle of the writhing limbs and the infectious laughter things changed. I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen now. The men exchanged a glance and while Max continued the tickle torture, Rick stripped her bare, leaving a twisting shape of naked legs and torso and breasts. She undulated under their continued torture, obviously enjoying every touch.

Then the ropes came out and my entire body tingled in recognition of them. The slide of the silk cords over my skin was emblazoned on my memory. Max continued tickling Aurora while Rick went to work. It couldn’t have been easy considering how much she wiggled, but her movements and laughter transformed before my eyes into soft moans of pleasure accompanied by more twists of her shapely body.

Instead of tickling, Max was now sliding his hands over her limbs, gently urging her into a face-down position for Rick to wrap her wrists and ankles with the ropes. Aurora’s arms stretched wide when Rick tethered them to the steel rings in the headboard of the bed. Max gripped her ankles and yanked them down, spreading her legs wide and holding them for Rick to tie them, too. Then Max slid his hands back up her legs slowly, pausing to massage her ass and dipping his face between her legs as though to taste her. He left the frame after that, and all I could see was Rick and Aurora, with his deft hands tying knots and pausing every so often to caress her skin.

“Not my best work, but I always tended to save the fancy stuff for the real show. That was all I needed for her.” Rick’s breath puffed at the back of my head, making my scalp tingle.

I opened and closed my mouth. If what I saw wasn’t “the fancy stuff” then what did my own tiedown mean? I’d been cocooned in ropes, but Aurora only had them around her wrists and ankles.

“Pay attention, you can learn something here. Particularly how different she is from you, and why you’re a better fit for us,” Rick said. His weight left the back of the sofa and I craned my neck around.

“Spoiler much?” I shot at him, then turned back to the screen, irritated, but secretly excited to know he thought I was a good fit—and for
them
.

Rick laughed and leaned back down behind me. One of his hands brushed my shoulder. I tensed and shifted away. We shouldn’t touch, even as much as I wanted him to touch me just now, I knew better, and so did he.

His hand disappeared and he moved away. The image on the screen monopolized my attention.

Aurora was blindfolded and bound, and both men hovered over her with different implements of torture. Rick held a large plume-like feather, while Max wielded a leather thing that looked like it might feel soft until he reached back and let it slap against Aurora’s ass with a smack. The broom-like tendrils of leather slid along her ass, caressing and making her twitch and moan. He lifted his hand and brought the whip down again, this time hard enough to leave red marks on her ass.

I hadn’t seen Max’s face the night before when he spanked me. Seeing it now, while he dealt steady, stinging blows to Aurora’s ass, was like seeing him for the first time. He was younger, and more
there
. Every single movement he made was calculated to evoke a reaction from her. And every strike he landed did exactly what he hoped it would.

He always prefaced the strike with a steady tickle that made Aurora moan and twitch, while Rick steadily teased the feather all over her.

I wished I was her. The realization astounded me when it rushed into my head. God, I wished like hell I was her right now. I’d
been
her for a little while, the day before. Now with Max’s silence I worried all my dreams were up in the air. My stomach knotted again and a chill raced over my skin.

“I can’t watch the rest,” I said, standing up and turning away from the TV to find the remote.

“Why not?”

“Because it’s
him.
It’s you. And I want so bad to be her, but I’m not and I don’t know if I’ll ever get to be. God, do you have any idea what the last two days have meant to me? I’ve been so damn confused for so long about these things I want. Now that I’ve actually gotten a taste, I don’t want to stop. But I know Max probably won’t ever touch me again and it fucking
kills
me. And now you won’t touch me either out of loyalty to him. It makes me feel like I’m—I don’t know—flawed somehow because you don’t want me.”

Rick stood behind the sofa still, a pace back, with the remote control in his hand. “Watch it,” he said. “Just let it play out, so you can understand us better.”

I watched, my gaze fixed on Max’s fingers plunging lewdly into Aurora’s wet, pink snatch. Her hips bucked back against him and he smacked her with the leather tendrils.

“Aurora, you know the rules of the show, no coming until I say so.”

“Fuck you, Max. I’m gonna …”

She cried out and her hips bucked with her orgasm. Max cursed and Rick laughed. He untied Aurora’s bindings, continuing to laugh the entire time. Aurora joined in a moment later, but Max scowled furiously.

“That’s it, Aurora. I’m done with you.”

She giggled and wrapped her arms around him from behind, cooing in his ear.
“Aw, Max, lighten up. It was good for me.”

“No good for the club, though. We’re entertainers, not your personal sex toys. If you can’t take this seriously we can’t work together.”

“I don’t understand,” I said, staring at the screen.

“It was her prerogative to end the scene, but it was our livelihood at the time. She never quite fit our style as Doms, especially Max’s, because she had real problems with authority. She needed a Dom who could work with someone like her. Max needed her full attention and respect to perform well. Lola gave us an ultimatum—if we couldn’t get Aurora to perform we had to find a new sub. We never did find another woman we could work with. I think you’re that woman now. I hope so, anyway.”

My stomach lurched. “You want me to … perform?”

Rick’s eyes widened and he raised his hands. “No! It’s not about that at all. Not unless you want that. You represent a lot for us, though … a way to make up for failing Aurora. She wasn’t the right sub for us, but she needed more guidance than we gave her. And you’re the first woman who’s made complete sense with us.”

The sound of a car door closing outside distracted Rick’s attention. He paused the video and walked to the front door.