OvercomingtheNeed (13 page)

Damon shook his head. “I didn’t want to bring it up and have
Luke think he wasn’t enough for me.”

“This and sex are two totally different things. You know
better.”

“Sorry, Ma’am.”

“Apologize to Luke.”

“Sorry, Luke. I know this isn’t your thing and I wasn’t sure
you would understand.”

As he rolled a condom on to Dane’s dick, Luke said, “I wish
you had said something when I asked you about being with Dane. I could have
told you he was a Dom. Naomie too. We could have planned an evening alone.”

Naomie went to the bedroom door and flipped the lock. “This
is an evening alone. Fred and Arisa will make sure the natives don’t get out of
hand. That gives us plenty of time to get to know all about each other.” She
returned to the bed, picked up the wrist cuffs and then walked over to Damon.
“Let’s start with a safeword. Simple is best. We’ll go with traffic
lights—green, yellow, red. Unless I ask you a question, the only thing I want
to hear out of your mouth is one of those three colors. Understand, pet?”

“Yes Ma’am.” Damon held his hands close to his sides.

Naomie cuffed him and then attached the cuffs to the D-rings
on the harness. “You don’t come until I give you permission.”

Damon nodded, which made Naomie smile. She hadn’t asked him
a question, so he’d acknowledged he understood her command in the only way left
to him. Good. She didn’t want to start off their first time together with a
punishment. She didn’t know Damon well enough to devise a proper punishment for
him beyond simply denying him release or further contact.

Considering how eager he was acting, putting everything away
and leaving would have to be reserved for a serious infraction that she doubted
he would chance. Just as she didn’t know him, Damon didn’t know her. Naomie
guessed he wouldn’t do anything that could be mistaken as misbehaving until he
could gauge how she would react. Then again, he might not be the type to
misbehave. She would find out soon enough.

Naomie picked up the tassel flogger and trailed the tip of
the hilt down Damon’s chest in lazy zigzags. “Now then. Let’s find out how well
your last Dom trained you. On your knees.”

The speed at which Damon dropped had to hurt but his face
showed only eagerness. Naomie loved that expression. She also loved the
expression her subs got when they were battling not to come. Damon would be
wearing it soon but hopefully not too soon. Naomie wanted to get through at
least half of Damon’s toys before she let him take a break.

She glanced over her shoulder at Dane, who had Luke’s head
in his lap. Dane winked at her. This was the kind of couples activity that
suited them best. Thankfully they had friends who felt the same way.

For Sweatpants

Naomie had to retrace her steps. The last thing she
remembered was Dane carrying her out of the party after spending most of the
night learning Damon’s limits and then testing them. She’d enjoyed herself so
much she almost fell asleep the second she sat down. Dane had called an end to
the fun, scooped her up so she straddled his waist with his hands cupping her
ass, and carried her to the car.

Too tired at the time, Naomie hadn’t had the energy to get
excited at the string from Dane’s swim trunks brushing her clit with each step
Dane took, or the way he’d gently kneaded her ass so the tips of his fingers
nudged the base of her plug. Play like that would have normally had her riding
his dick to the driveway and then letting him fuck her against the side of the
car. Instead, he’d put her on the passenger seat and driven her home.

She had a vague recollection of complaining about the chill
in the air before waking up in bed curled around Dane’s side, and horny. Dane
had been accommodating when she rolled him over so she could mount him and
finish the ride he’d started last night.

Naomie loved Saturdays. Sex all day from the moment she and
Dane woke until they were both too tired to continue or until someone came up
with a compelling enough lure to get them out of the house. Depending on the
destination, the sex was interrupted only long enough to change locations.

No one would be luring them out of the house this time. Last
night’s play had deemed this Saturday a lazy day. Naomie intended to enjoy it
as soon as she found her swimsuit and put it in the bathroom sink to soak. The
instructions said hand-wash only, which she didn’t mind, but she needed to give
the detergent a chance to work on the oil Logan had used.

“Dane?”

A muffled grunt of acknowledgment—or the central air
starting, she couldn’t be sure—reached her ears. Naomie would assume it was the
former but allowed for the latter and raised her voice. “Dane, have you seen my
swimsuit? I can’t remember where I put it after we got home.”

Dane called, “You didn’t wear it home. You didn’t wear
anything home.”

“Oh.” Naomie almost pouted. She’d missed being naked in
public. Naked and spread, thanks to the way Dane had carried her. She must have
been beyond exhausted not to notice something so titillating.

Had Dane paraded her past the partygoers? Had Luke and
Damon’s neighbors seen her? Naomie’s pussy slicked as she imagined how many
people had witnessed her departure. She hoped they told her about it when she
saw them again. Fred and Arisa might have the details she craved. They would
share them on Tuesday while fondling her body—the perfect way to relate the
events of the night.

Naomie said, “We’ll have to swing by Luke and Damon’s place
at some point and get it. I promised Arisa and Fred I would wear it on
Tuesday.”

“Luke dropped me an email. He says he’s washing it and he’ll
bring it by tomorrow. He and Damon are going to be on this side of town.”

“Should we invite them to stay and play?”

“No. You’ve played enough.”

Naomie pushed out her bottom lip with a soft huff.

“Stop pouting or I’ll make you stop.”

She stuck out her tongue. Dane wasn’t in the room and
couldn’t see her and he probably hadn’t heard her either but he knew her well.
Today wouldn’t be much of a lazy day if he decided to punish her for pouting.

“I wasn’t pouting.”

“Sure you weren’t.”

“I wasn’t.” Naomie went to the nightstand on Dane’s side of
the bed and tested the weight of the lube bottle there. Still plenty left. Just
in case Dane didn’t believe her, she wanted everything to be ready.

She licked her lips as she looked at the doorway. Her imp
had come up with a naughty idea. After playing with Damon all night, she wanted
to indulge in a little limit testing herself. Dane wouldn’t go for it unless
she gave him a reason.

Naomie prepared to whine in a way she knew would get her
what she wanted. Dane might see through it. If he was in the same mood as her,
he would play along.

“Hey, Naomie, what’s this?”

She startled. “What’s what?”

“Come here.”

Uh oh. Had she gotten herself in trouble and not realized?
That worked too if it got her what she wanted. Naomie trotted into the computer
room and draped herself against Dane’s back as she looked over his shoulder. He
pointed to the email with an attachment.

She smiled big. “My pictures!”

“What pictures?”

“Oh, don’t sound like that. These are private pictures. Mia
and I stopped by the photo studio yesterday while swimsuit shopping. Click it.
Click it.”

Dane groaned but he clicked the email. “‘Ladies, here are
the pictures. There’s a link in the file to the full run. Clay.’ Who the hell
is Clay?”

“He’s the picture guy. Now download the damn file. I want to
see.” She bounced against him.

“I’m downloading. I’m downloading. Calm down.” He opened the
file into the slideshow viewer. A low whistle left his lips. “Damn.”

“I know, right?”

“Looks like you had fun yesterday. Where is this?”

“The picture place in the mall.”

“They do pictures like this?” He zoomed in on a picture of
Mia’s pussy as she kneeled before Naomie. Clay must have gotten on the ground
to get the upward angle. It was perfect and showed Mia’s entire glistening pink
slit in vibrant color.

Naomie said, “No, but we know a manager. Turns out Mia and I
might be visiting there for some private sessions. An after-hours kind of
thing.”

“Uh huh. So long as he’s not posting them on the ’net, I’m
all for it.” Dane cocked his head to the side as he stared at Mia licking
Naomie’s pussy. “She’s got a long tongue.”

“I know.” She ran her hands down his chest.

Dane grabbed one of her hands and pulled her around the side
of the chair and across his lap without looking away from the computer screen.
“So you mentioned a double date or something, the other day, that we never got
around to scheduling. What’s up with that?”

Naomie chuckled. “We just finished a double date with Luke
and Damon yesterday. Wasn’t that enough for you?”

“That was different and it wasn’t a date. That was alone
time during a party to feel out Damon.”

“When are you heading back over?”

Dane shrugged. “Never mind about that. Mia and Quincy.
Double date. When?”

“We never got around to scheduling it.”

He clicked to the next picture of Mia sucking Naomie’s left
nipple. “We really should.”

“Yes, we should.” Naomie purred when Dane slipped his free
hand under her half-shirt and cupped her left breast.

“How’s next weekend?”

“I’ll have to ask but Mia and Quincy are probably free.”

“Good.” He looked over her and then raised an eyebrow as he
released her breast to tug at the pant leg of her new sweatpants. “What’s this?
You sick?”

“Nope. I just thought I would try something different. They
are really comfortable. See?” She changed position so she knelt with her knees
on either side of his thighs. Leaning back with one hand braced on the edge of
the desk, Naomie pulled the waistband out as far as it could stretch. The
sweatpants were four sizes too big, which gave Dane a perfect view of her
pantyless state.

He nodded as he stared at her display. “They look comfortable.”

The hunger in his gaze made Naomie smile. The sweatpants
were having the desired effect. She was happy she’d thought to buy several
pairs.

“Mia said I should go for a smaller size but you know how I
am with thick fabric against my skin. Not happening. But these aren’t that
bad.” She released the waistband and wiggled so the pants slipped down to her
hips. Her position on Dane’s lap kept them from going any farther. “What do you
think?”

The tent in the front of his pants told her exactly what he
was thinking. Naomie feigned ignorance to draw out this little game. How long
before Dane snapped? Which way would he fuck her?

“I think I like you in sweatpants.”

“Think?” Naomie cocked her head to the side. “Does this
help?” She backed off the chair and stood before him.

“Hmmm. Turn around.”

Naomie presented him with her back and looked over her
shoulder. “Well?”

Dane opened his pants and wrapped his fingers around his
stiff erection while staring at her ass. “They’re okay. They could be better.”

“How so? They’re sweatpants.”

He hooked her waistband with his free hand and pulled down
but not enough to take them off. He freed her ass but kept the sweatpants
around her upper thighs, with the back of his hand resting against her pussy.
“Much better.”

“I agree.” Naomie shimmied, rubbing her wet slit against
Dane’s hand.

He edged one knuckle between her lower lips so it rested
against her entrance. “Is my pussy hungry again? I just gave her some cream an
hour ago.”

“You know my pussy is always hungry for your cream, Big D.”
She arched her back, pointing her ass at Dane. “Gimme.”

“Hungry and demanding. Pussy better watch herself or else
she’s going to get more than she can handle.”

“Here’s hoping.”

“Come here, you.” Dane grabbed her around the waist, opened
his legs and hauled her back.

Naomie giggled and squealed and tried to hold the desk while
pretending to get free. Her struggles landed her on Dane’s dick, stuffing his
hard length into her channel. She switched from pulling away to pushing back in
a single heartbeat.

Dane cupped her hips and guided her up and down his shaft as
he bucked.

“Oh yes, Big D. Mmmmm. Just like that.” Naomie bowed her
head forward, enjoying Dane’s deep intrusion.

A flicker caught her attention and she lifted her gaze to
the computer screen. The slideshow of her session with Mia was on auto. She
must have hit something while she was playing at getting away from Dane. She
was glad she had. The scrolling pictures resembled a flipbook.

Naomie watched herself being fucked by Mia as Dane surged
into her pussy, stroke after delicious stroke. The effect was tantalizingly
naughty. Clay had managed to get some impressive angles and close-ups that
captured every beautiful moment of Mia and Naomie’s pleasure.

If this engulfing heat and exhilarating thrill was what it
felt like to have sex while watching herself having sex, Naomie might have just
discovered a new kink and a new reason to invest in a camcorder or a mirror
over the bed or both. She found herself bouncing faster and faster on Dane’s dick
as the pictures progressed. In the pictures, Mia licked Naomie’s clit and
Naomie could feel the echo of that sensation.

She passed her tongue over her lips when the pictures of her
exploring Mia’s slit started, almost tasting Mia again.

Dane hooked his thumb in Naomie’s asshole. She bowed her
back as she rolled her body and moaned lustily.

“You’re with me now, not her.” His tone was gruff but Naomie
heard a hint of amusement.

She didn’t know if he could see the screen around her or if
he wanted to see the screen. Moving didn’t cross her mind. She knew she was
with Dane and reveled in the passion they shared but she couldn’t stop staring,
watching and remembering every gratifying second of her time with Mia.
Pictorial evidence aided her memory to the point that she swore Mia was there
gripping Naomie’s left breast.

Mia wasn’t. Naomie was the one massaging her breast. Dane
was the one reaching around her waist and rubbing her clit in quick circles.
She couldn’t mistake his thick digits for Mia’s thin, elegant fingers. But
Naomie would love to feel both Dane and Mia at the same time. Would they work
together or vie for space?

Better question—would Naomie survive the encounter? Her
heavy panting and the wet slap of her pussy slamming onto Dane’s dick filled the
room. Dane and some pictures caused Naomie’s excited state. Mia and Dane
together might have Naomie screaming her pleasure loud enough for the neighbors
to call the cops.

It wasn’t a party until the cops made an appearance. And
sometimes the party got more interesting when the cops joined in. That had only
happened once out of five calls. It was the first time Naomie had had sex using
real handcuffs. Officer Knowlton hadn’t needed much convincing to frisk
Naomie’s nude body until he was sure she wasn’t concealing anything dangerous.

His partner Officer Sumner had been likewise thorough to
make sure Knowlton hadn’t missed anything. It was Sumner who had decided Naomie
needed to be handcuffed in a bent-over position with her wrists and ankles
together while he checked her pussy.

Dane, Mia, Quincy, Knowlton and Sumner—Naomie climaxed
imagining the five of them playing a game of whodunit. Her liquid release
mingled with Dane’s hot cum. Both filled and overflowed her channel. From the
amount Dane had given her, Naomie guessed the sweatpants had gotten him very,
very excited.

She sat back on his lap with a contented sigh. The motion
ushered his dick into her fully. He was still hard, not as hard as a few
seconds ago but alert and ready for some coaxing to start round two.

Naomie asked between ragged inhales, “Now what do you think
of them?”

Dane kissed her neck. “Is this the only pair you got?”

“No. I bought six pair in different colors.” Naomie tilted
her head back and flicked the tip of her tongue against his chin. “You want to
try out those too?”

“You know I do, sugar.” Dane scooped his hands under her ass
and lifted her off his lap. “Go get them. All of them.”

“Sure thing, Big D.” Naomie flounced to the door with the
front waistband of her sweatpants held in her fist so it stayed at mid-thigh
while she walked. A quick glance over her shoulder revealed Dane was watching
as he stroked his dick.

She knew her man well. Put her in clothes and Dane got all
hot and bothered. The more she wore, the hornier he would get. Naomie needed to
talk to Mia about making another shopping date. Adding some long-sleeved,
ankle-length nightgowns to her wardrobe might be a smart idea. Maybe something
with a few buttons at the collar for that innocent look. Dane would love that.