Deep in the Woods (16 page)

“Wow, I’m impressed.” He turned to Dave with a smile. “Your girl has all the marks of a genius, my friend.”

“Those aren’t the only marks she has.”

It was Sophie’s turn to snort wine up into her nose and begin coughing uncontrollably, to the amusement of both men.

“Well, a punished sub is an obedient sub, yes? I know some Masters and Dominants don’t care to dabble in punishment and discipline, but it’s always suited my girls well.”

“And how many girls are you with right now?” asked Dave with an ironic quirk of his brow.

“Oh, just a few. A couple. Maybe four.” He shook his head as both Dave and Sophie dissolved into laughter. “Look, I’m just not ready to settle down yet.”

Sophie didn’t know if it was the wine or the banter that was making her laugh so hard she could barely catch her breath. Her cheeks hurt from smiling, and her ass hurt each time she shifted on her chair, but it had been an incredibly fun night. The two men sobered and she did, too, as she realized they were both looking at her.

“She’s a very beautiful, smart girl, Dave. I don’t blame you for settling down, not at all. I should be so lucky. And I believe she’ll make a fine doctor. How soon before she starts medical school?”

Sophie felt the sudden shift in the room, Ryan addressing Dave instead of her even though she sat right beside him. The feeling of sinking from Sophie to girl to object was one she knew well, and honestly, one she loved. She let Dave answer for her, a tacit agreement to submit to the objectification.

“She has a couple more years of undergrad to go. She could start sooner, but she insists on continuing to work.”

“And you let her?”

Sophie blushed at Ryan’s words. The scene was in full swing and she felt it in her clit, in her plugged ass, in the sore tips of her breasts as her nipples tightened against the scratchy lace of her unlined bra.

Dave looked over at her, knowing, then back at Ryan. “Once she begins med school in earnest, I think it’s understood that she’ll quit work and focus on her studies. I’m more than happy to support her through med school. After that, of course, my reward is free medical care for life,” he said with a grin.

Sophie smiled, looking down at her lap.
For life.
He used those words quite a bit with her lately. On Christmas morning, when he’d gone with her to her parents for a brunch that left her in tears of frustration, he’d squeezed her hand on the way home and said, “I would put up with a lifetime of them for you.” They had come home and exchanged gifts in front of the small fireplace, sweet, comfortable things like sweaters, fragrant soaps and little kitschy knickknacks. He had made a framed print of her like the one he’d made for her parents, of Sophie hugging Cerby. They had sipped hot chocolate and snuggled on the sofa, with Cerby trying to insinuate himself between them as always, and Sophie had thought,
Yes. For life. Please.

She looked back up at Dave, and Dave looked at Ryan, who took one last sip of wine before leaning back in his chair and fixing his gaze on her. Dave looked over at her, too, and smiled back at Ryan.

“She’s not only smart. She has many other wondrous talents.”

“I bet she does.”

“Not that they’ll do her much good in medical school.”

“I suppose that depends on her professors.”

Sophie suppressed a giggle and Dave laughed out loud. “Sophie won’t share her talents with anyone I don’t approve first. But I’d be happy to share them with you, if you’d like.”

Sophie saw Ryan’s subtle nod and let herself sink deeper, deeper into submissive headspace.

“Sophie, go into the bedroom and undress. Get a condom and come back. Leave the plug in for now.”

Sophie flushed red as she pushed back from the table and went into the bedroom. She undressed, glancing at herself in the mirror. The familiar constellations of scars—some subtle, some more obvious—had long since ceased bothering her because Dave was so matter-of-fact about them. But Ryan would notice. What would he think? Perhaps Dave was telling him about the scars right now.
Don’t stare. She has scars all over her.
Sophie tossed her head and took a deep breath. It would annoy Dave if she slunk out there embarrassed about her imperfections. It was Dave’s preference that the scars not be an issue, and she obeyed Dave. She checked her hair and makeup one last time, then went to the drawer for a condom. She noticed her fingers shaking. Nerves? Or excitement? She didn’t know and she didn’t have time to dwell on it. She hurried to the door and then paused to collect herself. She took a deep breath and returned to the men in the dining room. Her breasts felt heavy and her skin thrummed with electricity. She kept her gaze on the floor but she could feel the men’s eyes on her, looking their fill.

“Go to Ryan,” Dave said. “Guests first. On your knees.”

“Yes Sir.”

Sophie went to Ryan and sank down before him. She kept her eyes averted but as she reached for his fly with trembling fingers, he said, “Look at me.” She froze and looked up. Although she was willing, it was impossible to hide her nervousness. He ran a thumb across her cheek and looked down at her with a thoughtful, probing expression. Gauging her consent? He seemed satisfied. “Beautiful girl,” he said. “Go on.”

Sophie recommenced, his words curling warm in her belly. He was obviously no more put off by her scars than Dave was, and a great weight of self-consciousness lifted off her. She unbuttoned Ryan’s jeans with a new enthusiasm and drew down the zipper. His cock sprang free—of course a man like him would go commando—and Sophie took it in her hands. Even in this, the men were similar. He was thick and rather large, like Dave. She was unsure if she was supposed to sheathe him for oral. Ryan took the condom from her in her confusion and rolled it on himself. “Owner’s orders,” he said, pinching one of her nipples. She contained the gasp—her nipples were still tender.

“Yes Sir,” she replied, then lowered her lips to the head of his cock, swirling her tongue around the bulbous crown. Alike and yet different. As she explored Ryan’s cock with her mouth, she felt similar sensations but different reactions from him. A sigh instead of a groan, a fidget instead of a shudder. Ryan’s fingers, when they finally grasped her head to pull her deeper onto him, were gentler and more tentative than Dave’s. The piquant taste of the wine they’d sampled at dinner mixed in her mouth with the earthier tastes and smells of latex and Ryan’s own maleness, transporting her to a place where she existed to serve him, and by extension, the man who ruled her world.

As if on cue, she heard a quiet “Good girl” from Dave, and Ryan concurred with a groan. Sophie cupped his balls and took Ryan deep, bracing against the reflex to gag, the reflex nearly trained out of her now. Ryan shuddered. “Yes. Yes, again, Sophie.” She used a little more pressure, squeezing and cradling his sac as she sucked his length harder and faster. “Good god, fucking…Jesus!” His fingers on her head tightened and then curled in her hair and squeezed as he reached a sudden climax, bucking beneath her, finding the back of her throat. A moment later his fingers released her, smoothing down the hair he’d just mussed. “Holy fuck. Okay.”

All three of them erupted into laughter.

“I mean, seriously, Dave. Holy fuck. She has some cocksucking skills. And look at her. Gorgeous. Looking down at these just about brought me off alone,” he said, tracing and pinching the fresh cane stripes on her ass. Sophie blushed, thinking of the base of the anal plug which was also surely quite apparent.

“Thank you for the compliments, Ry. I’m sure she’s happy to hear them. Now she can bring her cocksucking skills over here.” Giggling softly, Sophie crept over to her owner, her lover. He pulled her up into his lap and nuzzled her. “Okay?”

She nodded into the crook of his neck. He picked up his glass of wine and held it to her lips, making her drink. He drank too and then kissed her deeply before pushing her back down to her knees. She took his already hard cock in her mouth and began again, stroking, licking, sucking, nibbling the frenulum and the base of the crown. As she teased him, she was aware that Ryan was probably watching her now, watching her ass stuck out as she bent over her Sir and sucked him off. Before long, Dave lost patience with her playing and pulled her face down over his length, thrusting and withdrawing, controlling her rhythm with a firm grip on either side of her head. She took him deep, shallow and deep again, trying to keep the perfect suction and touch he liked. Her fingers curled around the bottom of his sac and squeezed gently, then moved lower to rub and massage his taint. He was apparently worked up from watching her bring his friend off. He groaned with each touch, each foray deep into her throat. His own orgasm came quickly, his thick cock spewing loads of cum which she nearly choked on, he came so hard. She swallowed, enjoying the taste she was so familiar with after the latex impersonality of sucking off Ryan. When he pulled away from her, she sat back on her heels. She waited in silence as Dave toyed with her breasts, flicking her nipples. She licked her lips and glanced up at him. Each flick and touch made her clit flare. God, she was so hot by now, she was close to begging. If she didn’t get fucked—

Dave chuckled. “Okay, girl. Back in the bedroom. Take out the plug and get cleaned up, then wait for us on your hands and knees on the bed, facing the window. And no touching that wet, hungry little pussy. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.” His words made her tummy quake and flip over.
Wait for us
, he had said. She couldn’t even manage to look at Ryan. With one last caress and pinch of her nipples, Dave sent her from the room.

She worked quickly in the bedroom, removing the plug, cleaning it, putting it away. She used the bathroom and cleaned herself thoroughly. She was embarrassed by how wet she was, but she knew cleaning up was but a temporary solution. As soon as she knelt on the bed the way he’d directed, she would get hot and wet again. What a slut she was…but Dave liked her that way, and it definitely had its perks.

While she waited on her hands and knees, she heard sounds of male conversation from the other room, dishes being cleared, Cerby being fed and let out in the backyard to relieve himself. Her arms got tired and she sank her head down to the mattress, arching her back and stretching. It seemed as if hours passed, but it was probably only fifteen minutes or so before she heard Dave tell Cerberus to “Stay”. She got back up on all fours, took a deep breath, and heard the doorknob rattle, the door open and close.

“Wow.” It was Ryan. Sophie thought her blush must certainly spread right over her back and down to her ass cheeks. She was never this shy with Dave, not anymore, not after he’d touched and caressed and tweaked and photographed every blessed inch of her. But Ryan was something new. Two men at once was something new, something she’d never experienced. Well, not until tonight.

The men approached and a hand snaked up her thigh and between her legs. Dave said, “Don’t look. Who’s touching you?”

“You,” she answered at once. She knew his touch as well as her own. They laughed as Dave probed deeper, making her moan and squirm.

“She makes the most wonderful noises,” said Ryan. “I hope you don’t have any plans to use a gag.”

“Not if you don’t want to. I usually only use gags for punishment. And she’s already had one of those today.”

Another hand joined Dave’s in exploring her bottom and the wet crevice between her legs. This hand—Ryan’s—again traced the tender welts. “I wish you had let me watch.”

Dave snorted. “Hi, Ryan. Welcome to Atlanta. This is my girl Sophie. Come on in and watch me cane her.”

“Would have been the best welcome ever.”

“Maybe we’ll punish her some other day this week. She does have a naughty streak a mile wide.”

Low chuckles, and then fingers parting her again. This time she wasn’t sure if it was Dave or Ryan. Perhaps it was both.

“Who’s touching you now, girl?” asked Dave.

“I don’t know, Sir.”

“Let’s blindfold her, Dave. It’ll be fun.”

“You’re reading my mind again.”

Sophie watched Dave cross to the chest of toys with Ryan following. Dave returned with a blindfold while Ryan continued to poke through Dave’s collection. The last thing Sophie saw was Ryan inspecting a particularly wicked strap of Dave’s, and Dave’s smile as he winked at her. He buckled the blindfold behind her head and brushed a kiss against her ear. “You won’t need to see to enjoy this,” he whispered.

She was plunged in darkness. “But I won’t be able to tell who’s doing what to me.”

“That’s the whole point.”

Sophie heard the condom drawer open, then close. She felt a hand lift her chin and a cock nudge her mouth. That was simple enough. It wasn’t sheathed, so it was definitely Dave. She knew his scent anyway, and exactly how his girth filled her mouth. She sucked him, thrilling to the feeling of him growing more rigid against her lips. She tasted the salty tang of precum leaking from the tip and pressed her tongue into the source, lapping, sucking for more. Dave sighed and held her face firmly, driving in and out, taking her mouth. Then another sensation at the back of her, delving fingers and a dip in the bed. Strong legs parting hers even farther, strong hands on her hips, and then a cock nudging at her pussy. She moaned against Dave’s cock as Ryan slid into her. She was so hot, so aroused it was almost painful. Each stroke in and out sent waves of exquisite sensation to her pulsing core.
Please touch me. Please…