Perfect Alignment (10 page)

When he removed his finger, she arched back, searching for more. He took his time, lubing the plug he’d brought, letting her see him prepare it. When he brought it to her hole, she pushed back, accepting the first part easily. As it widened, she squished her eyes closed. He slowed, pulled the plug out a little, worked it back in farther. While he worked the toy, he caressed her butt with his free hand, then moved it around to her front. She moaned when he explored her wetness, jerked back against him when he teased her clit.

The plug settled into position, the flared base flush against her bottom. “Okay?”

“Mmm.”

He smacked her ass.

“Yes, Sir!” she said smartly.

He turned away, hiding his smile. A quick trip to the bathroom to wash his hands had him back in control. Returning to the bed, he studied her. The languor from the bath had vanished. While technically remaining still, she made needy little movements that she was probably unaware of. Her thighs clenched and unclenched, her hips shifted slightly, and her head moved restlessly. He was very pleased. The bright red base of the plug looked downright festive next to her skin. It had been fun, choosing things from the online shop just for her. He hadn’t even blinked at the overnight shipping costs, just been satisfied he’d had the option of getting what he needed before he saw her.

Walking to her slowly, he enjoyed the way her eyes settled on him, though they were somewhat hazy with her need and submission. She watched him, and she licked her lips. His cock jerked, as though it hadn’t been fully satisfied between those soft lips just a short while ago.

He reached out a hand, sliding it over her ass, across her hip, down her stomach and to her pussy. She mewled like a kitten unable to voice its needs. “Are you ready for me, Emma? Tell me what you want.” He petted her curls, caressed her stomach, teased her belly button.

“You. Please, Sir, I just need you.”

“I’m right here.”

“I need you inside me. Filling me up. Please, Sir, please.”

“So pretty. So ready. The plug was a little hard to take. Are you sure you want more? I’m not taking it out.” He was such a bastard for teasing her.

She sobbed. “Yes, Sir, please, Sir. I need you.”

He reached down to her grasping hand, let her take his fingers, squeeze tight. Bending down, he nibbled that perfect ass cheek, then sucked hard. She clenched around the plug, but didn’t move. When he pulled back, he examined the hickey and decided to make a matching set. He repeated the action on the other side, then admired his work.

“Please, please, please.” It was a whisper he barely heard, but it was enough. He couldn’t hold back any longer, and donned a condom. She moaned in anticipation when he knelt up on the bed, his legs bracketing hers. He guided himself to her pussy and lodged just the head into her opening.

“Oh god!” she wailed.

“More?” he asked through clenched teeth. He was torturing himself as much as her.

“More, more, more!”

“You can come when you’re ready.” He gripped her hips and plunged deep. Her pussy quivered around him as she came. He closed his eyes, willed himself to hold on, waited her out. When the quivering stopped, he counted to thirty. Then he began to move. With her legs strapped so they were only inches apart, and the plug filling her ass, she was even tighter than before. He watched her face closely as he slid in and out. She opened her eyes, stared right at him and smiled. Christ. Satisfied she wasn’t in any pain, he lost himself in the sensations, the tight, grasping heat. His fingers dug deep, probably bruising, but he needed to hold on to her. Needed her.

His balls drew up tight and his eyes rolled up in his head as the orgasm seemed to blow through him, over him and around him. It took all of his concentration to roll to the side so he didn’t squish his captive sub. He scooted so they were face to face, her sleepy eyes watching him, her grin lazy and wide.

“Hey there,” he managed.

“Hey.”

“Having a nice night?”

“I’ve had worse.”

Apparently his brain wasn’t ready for conversation beyond clichés, so he decided to go with it. “Come here often?”

She giggled. “It’s my first time.”

“Ready for another round?”

Her eyes got adorably huge and the laughter gave him enough energy to sit up. He got her free of her bonds and they cleaned up before collapsing onto the bed. He wasn’t so tired that the pleasure of wrapping his arms around her and holding her close against him went unnoticed. It had been quite a while since he’d actually slept with a woman. It was so much easier to go to the club, satisfy his needs and go home. Alone.

Despite what Toby thought, this situation was about as perfect as any he could imagine. They were both on the same page, wanting to keep their sex lives separate from their everyday lives, neither looking for a relationship that would lead to anything permanent. Emma would be in Massachusetts for a year.

They could have the next little while to play with each other, please each other, but they would both keep it light. They’d have to. He drifted off to sleep, satisfied with the shape of his near future.

****

Emma wasn’t sure if going out to breakfast after checking out of the hotel would count as a real-world date or an ending to their very nice play date and she didn’t want to risk having the morning end too soon, so despite the ridiculous room-service prices, she grabbed the menu, bounced onto the bed next to Drew and asked him what he wanted.

At his insistence, she stayed naked, moving to the bathroom while he accepted the delivery. He’d pulled on his boxers and a bathrobe, but thankfully discarded the bathrobe as she walked back into the room. They sat on the couch, using the coffee table, and he let her eat her waffles without his assistance. But he did settle his left hand on her pussy, his fingers giving random little taps and wiggles.

She almost spit out her bite the first time, but managed to maintain her decorum.

After a healthy swig of orange juice, he eyed her and she braced herself for whatever was coming next.

“You seemed to enjoy having both holes stuffed last night. Have you ever had a threesome? Done double penetration?”

She swallowed her food carefully and took a drink of her coffee. “No.”

“But you’ve thought about it.”

“I’ve considered it once or twice over the years, but never met the right combination of guys at the club.” She cleared her throat. “My friend recently married two guys. I’m not going to lie, it gave rise to some fantasies.”

“Two guys, not two girls.” He sounded only slightly curious.

“Hmm. I never really thought about it. I suppose if it worked out to be a scene like that, I’d be willing. Probably, depending on the people, of course. But I’ve never fantasized about it.”

She eyed him over her cup. “What about you?”

“A few, here and there. Mostly with two women. But my best friend, he’s a sub, he lost his wife, who was his Domme. He hasn’t been ready to sub to another woman yet, but he’s not really into guys. I’ve topped him a couple of times in the last two years, but the focus was really on them.”

“Oh, wow, that’s so sad. You mentioned them before.” She set her hand on his shoulder. “You knew her well, too?”

“Yeah, she was a wonderful woman. I honestly wasn’t sure how Toby would get better. But he has been.”

He picked up her hand, nibbled on her fingers. “Actually, he’s coming to visit me in a few weeks. If you’re interested, you could meet him, see how you’d feel about us all doing a scene together. Maybe we could fulfill some of your fantasies.”

Her stomach gave a little lurch at the idea and apparently so did other parts of her body. He laughed and wiggled his fingers at the edge of her sex. “I think you like that idea. My dick in your pussy, his up your ass. Two tongues to drive you crazy.”

She grinned. “Yeah, I’d be okay with exploring that option.” She also hadn’t missed the fact that he was making plans for weeks in advance. But she needed to be clear about what they were doing.

“I’m definitely glad you checked with me first, though. I should ask, are we going to be exclusive while we’re playing?”

“Is that what you want?”

“I’d want you to tell me if you’re playing with anyone else. Dating or having sex with anyone that’s not playing too.”

“Fine. No sex or dating without informing each other.”

She let out a little whoosh of breath, relieved that he wasn’t annoyed. Taking the last bite of waffle, she checked her watch and squeaked. “Shit, checkout is in thirty minutes. I need to get my things packed.”

Leaving at checkout would give her just enough time to get to her salon date with Stephanie. Jumping up, she rushed around getting her things together, fixing her hair and getting dressed. Drew took much less time, then read the newspaper while she finished. Part of her was relieved that they didn’t have time for any weirdness. As much as they both wanted to keep things club-like, they weren’t in a club. This felt a lot more like the morning after of a very successful date than it did the end of a long night at the club.

As they walked out the hotel’s front door, the valet drove up in her rental car. She turned to Drew, but he grabbed her suitcase and wheeled it to the trunk, watching as the driver jumped out and loaded it. Drew paid the valet and held her door open, standing in front of it, letting her come to him. She walked right into him, laying her lips against his. He opened, pushed her open, took possession. She immediately got wet for him. His hands gripped her arms, pulling her closer before finally setting her back.

He cleared his throat. “I’ll call you.” Squeezing past her, he gently nudged her into the car, closed the door, watched while she lowered the top. Then he leaned on the door and lowered his sunglasses, meeting her gaze.

“You be careful driving home.”

She smiled. He just couldn’t help himself. “Yes, Officer.”

When she walked into the nail salon, she spotted Stephanie immediately. The bright streaks in her hair might be magenta today, cobalt tomorrow, but they were ever present, whatever the color. The natural blonde had decided to both embrace her given color and defy it. She spotted Emma’s approach and rose to greet her with a huge hug.

“Hey, girl,” Emma said, once she could safely breath again.

“Emma! I can’t believe you came all the way up here, finally, and you didn’t come play!”

“Oh, I played.” She couldn’t keep the satisfied smirk from her face. Didn’t even try, actually. “Just not at the club.”

“So he’s in the scene, then? I thought maybe you were trying out something vanilla.”

They paused to choose polish colors than moved to the spa chairs that they were directed to, picking the conversation right back up. That was one of the things Emma liked best about Steph. They could go months without seeing each other, but fell easily back into step.

She groaned as she placed her feet into the hot water. All her walking the day before had been in cute sandals instead of sturdy shoes.
Oops.

“He’s in the life. It just…I don’t know…didn’t seem necessary to go to the club. He can get me in that space with just a couple of items and his imagination. We don’t need all the equipment. Hell, we don’t really even need the toys, they just make it more fun.”

“I get that, but don’t you miss the activity, the people, the
energy
? I hope you’re not turning into a fuddy-duddy on me.”

“Eh. I was never as much into exhibitionism as you. The only reason I didn’t go more toward the private rooms was I never developed enough of a relationship with any of the guys to trust them in private.”

Steph shrugged. “I guess. It just makes it so much more exciting, knowing other people are watching, getting off on what I’m doing. Being able to scope the whole club, see who’s doing what and who I want to try out next.”

“Believe me, any more exciting than what we’ve been doing and I’d probably have a heart attack.”

Stephanie perked up. “Ooh, do tell!”

They both picked up their remotes, turning the massage settings on. “Sorry, girl, I’m not telling you everything.”

But she did sketch out the main parts, related the basic story of how she and Drew had met. The other woman’s eyes glittered in appreciation and she tried to pry for more, but Emma laughed her off.

“Well, maybe once things settle in with you guys, you’ll come to Apex.”

“Maybe.”

Stephanie cocked her head.

“That didn’t sound like a very definite maybe.”

“It’s weird. I don’t know what it would be like to do a scene with him with other people around. I guess it would feel normal pretty quickly. But it was fun being at his house and at the hotel.”

“As long as you feel safe, I guess the location doesn’t really matter. But the equipment! All the things you’re missing out on playing with.”

“I’ll repeat, if things got any hotter than they already are, I’d have a problem.”

They high-fived.

“So tell me, what’s the new gossip. Anything good?”

“Well, I didn’t mention it since I know you won’t be up here next weekend, but they’re doing another one of those charity auctions. This time it’s the Doms being auctioned but there’s a twist. Someone bet someone else something about sports that I don’t care about at all.” She waved her hand to brush that part of the story aside. “But what it comes down to is that the Doms lost and they have to wear cuffs and collars in the auction.”

Emma’s mouth dropped open. “No! Who are the Doms?”

“Drake, Eric, and Daniel are the ones that you would know for sure. There’s seven in all.”

“Holy shit, I wish you could take pictures. Eric and Daniel in collars?”

“Yep, full sub gear.”

She sat back into her chair, trying to picture the men she knew dressed like that. Then she tried to picture Drew dressed like that. Then she burst into laughter so strong she had to wipe away a tear.

****

Emma thought about her conversation with Stephanie on the drive home. With the top down and her hair once again up in a ponytail, she enjoyed the ride but kept a careful watch on her speedometer. Just before she hit town, she called Taryn, which netted her an invite to dinner. It was her policy to never, ever turn down Richard’s cooking, so it was a no brainer to accept the invitation, even though she knew her friend would try grilling her for more details.