Breakers - Part I
As she comes, I whisper 'I think about you when I fuck. No matter who it is, I think about you'
Group Sex || Bondage || D/s || Threesome || Love Triangle || 18+
This is a spin off tale from my novella COME UNDONE which is currently being revised. Marie is such a crucial, and popular character. I wanted to give her a voice too.
I hate thinking about her with him, I don’t ever want her to stop telling me. It is both too much and not enough. I have been waiting for the debrief, trying to restrain myself from wanting to sound too eager. I savour Katie’s stories, both the sting of jealousy and the arousal too. I don’t want to tell her she’s in over her head. She won’t listen because I have been there too. Intoxicated with the rush of it, the first time you exchange your power for pleasure, it can feel like someone has opened a window. Or maybe a trap door.
Watching Katie fall has its own pleasure too, it makes her more open, like she is greedy for everything all at once, and it makes her greedier for me too. The way she finds me after they have met, the way she wants to tell me everything.
‘Tell me then?’
We are in the bath, the two of us, a slow Sunday morning after the night before. Smoking and washing our hair. The tub, a mess of our limbs.
Katie lathers the soap between my tits and licks the length of my jaw line.
‘So, after we left you to the couple on the sofa, he took me from the bar to the library, where it was quieter and told me to step out of my underwear’.
‘He tipped the last of the bourbon into his mouth, and pulled my sheer top down exposing my tits, my nipples. They were like stones, so fuckin hard. He licked his thumb and forefinger and tweaked one… like this’
I arch and twist in her hands, slippery and hot to the touch
‘That’s it, does that feel good baby?’ She asks and I groan, she’s doing to me what he did to her.
My clit is throbbing now, my hips titling up to meet hers in the water. She bites me, a nip at first and then sharper. Like a cat. I mewl and gasp as her fingers find their way between my legs.
‘He kicked my legs slightly more apart, hitched my skirt all the way around my waist and ran his hands over the suspender belt that hugged my belly and my waist, down to the clasps, and into the tops of my stockings, pulling at the nylon hard’
‘My mind wandered back to you baby, and your ass, your stockings, your wet cunt. His fingers grazed the tip of my clit… just like this baby… oh slippery girl… is my story turning you on?’
‘Yes, oh fuck, baby please …’
I remember the man at the party. Me straddling his lap on the sofa in the playroom, his fingers wrapped in my hair as I rode him, his cock deep inside me, but my eyes on Katie at the bar, that man’s hand on her back. The glow of jealousy made my hips buck harder, which they do now, her fingers finding the grooves of me.
Ohhh, that’s perfect Marie, your perfect cunt - she giggles and kisses me, her fingers curling and spreading, my clit swelling, the water a mess on the floor as we find a rhythm, the bath barely containing us.
‘He took my mouth with his, his tongue teased me open, his fingers inside me, his thumb circled my clit spreading me wider, everything - the tide in me rising….’
‘Yes, yes, yes please..’
I am going to cum, I can feel it, her eyes wide, expectant, fingers working their wicked rhythm
‘And then he said, ‘I’m going to make you cum Katie, are you ready?’
‘Fuck!’
I shudder and moan, my cunt clenching around her fingers, and I cum, hard, as she bites on my nipples, licks my neck. Kisses my face. This girl, this woman, myth and magic, dangerous and impossible to resist.
I don’t want to tell her she’s in over her head because I am in over mine.
She’s here getting ready this time. I get to dress her up so he can undress her later. Sometimes I feel I am having a conversation with him through the choices I help her make. I think you will like our lady in these stockings Oliver. I wonder if he thinks of me, too, when he’s marking her? Leaving his scent on her. His cologne in the folds of her coat where she has been tucked up against him, the tell-tale red raw skin where he had tied her down. Sometimes, if she comes straight from a scene with him, his seed is left to dry on her thighs, or in the hollows of her hip bones, sometimes a thin line across her flanks.
Here, Marie I hear him say, this is where she remains mine.
Today Katie is here with every set of red lingerie that she owns, strewn across my living room. My flat is a loft conversion near the river. My family is well connected, which allowed me access to the parties where we met. She is all wide eyed and doe-like. Me, a lazy predator who didn’t need to chase her down. She walked straight over to me and asked for a light. Her dark eyes finding my green ones dazzling, I know my best features and how to use them. She used her naivety like a siren’s call. Show me, teach me, lead me… And I fell straight in, the captor, caught.
It’s a strip tease masquerading as a get-ready-with-me. And we both know it, a drink and smoke to calm her nerves, and we are both warming up to act in the foreplay we’ve been escalating all afternoon. Her with texts from him, me with dressing her and undressing her as we go through each outfit combination. My fingers linger in her softer areas. My breath in her ear. Beautiful. We maintain that we are friends.
Friends that fuck.
A lot.
She tries to squeeze into a red latex number that squeaks as she moves. She shrieks with laughter and spills her drink on just about every surface.
I stumble over, the drink and smoke beginning to take effect - and help peel it off inch by inch. She grins as she tugs it over her ass, which I lunge to smack.
‘So fucking hot babe.’
She smirks back, pulling the collar of my t-shirt spinning me around
‘Speak for yourself…’
Her mouth finds mine, like it always does when we’re together these days. Her hands under my t-shirt. She tastes like cinnamon today, and her hair is a tangled mess. I can smell her sweat, musky underneath something else, like the sea. She moves her hands into my satin pj shorts, running her fingers between my legs. I’m so wet, I moan into her mouth and push her onto the sofa, stepping out what’s left of my clothes.
She pulls down my shorts and spreads my legs wide, my hands in her hair as her tongue meets my cunt, wide-pressed before she takes it all in her mouth, letting her tongue move along the edges, Katie! I shriek as she sucks on my clit and slides two fingers inside me
‘Make me cum baby.’ I breathe hot. Trying not to think about his hands on her in just a few hours. I wonder if he will taste me when he kisses her?
My presence there, a ghost between them.
I haven’t seen her for weeks.
My life ticks on as it does. A party, a trip abroad for work. Interests that I keep up for appearances and to keep my restlessness at bay. I notice my messages end up left on red while I book a cab for the blonde and her husband who found themselves at mine. I wonder where she is while I give them their coats and promise to call. I won’t. I think about whether I should turn up at hers. Use my spare key.
The red record light is still blinking on the camera in my bedroom, a reminder it is still live as we slept off our reveleries until noon. I dread to think of the footage. What I can recall feels sharp, like I might want to leave it be. I see my strap on the floor, slick and filthy and remember the look on his face my hips bucking and thrusting, his eyes wide, furiously fisting his cock in time with the rhythm I was fucking his wife. I down two paracetamol and set about the clean up.
When the doorbell rings I think the couple must have missed their Uber, but the image on the screen is Katie. Thinner, disheveled. Beautiful. Anxiously biting her nails as she waits for me to buzz her up.
By the time she has climbed the stairs and through my door she is vibrating with the nervous energy of someone whose entire nervous system has been hijacked and yet she cannot unhook. The need for it overwhelming any self preservation. She hasn’t really slept. Her pupils are still blown from whatever scene she has just left with him. Both satiated and starving.
‘He’s married.’
I nod. I had known. I have met his wife, very briefly once or twice. And so had Katie. The night they had met. Alicia had been the one to smooth her hair and drum up her confidence at the party.
‘You knew babe. You did, you just didn’t want to let that land. They’re open of course. You know that too right?’
I make her tea, run a bath, and slowly start helping her undress.
Is it my turn this time Oliver? What have you left for me to see today?
She shivers a little as I unclip, unfasten, and soothe. My fingers running along her skin, inspecting carefully without drawing too much attention, where might he have left me some sort of message. What might be enough to ignite my rage.
Instead she wants to talk of Alicia, his wife. Her chattering, a balm, as I quietly clean up the mess of the night before. Stripping sweat soaked sheets, hoping she won’t notice. Realizing she is completely elsewhere. My life is just background noise. The blonde’s pink thong barely registered in her periphery. I pocket it quietly and let her talk.
‘I like to think Alicia is watching us fuck. Usually she’s perched right on the bed while Oliver unbuttoned his shirt and I arranged myself on my knees on the floor, my mouth wide and ready for him like I know he likes it.’
‘But I looked to her, for the ever so tiny nod that she gives me before I can lift myself to take him, every inch of him, into my mouth. And then my throat.’
My skin reacts before my mind does. The thought of her on his knees for him makes me prickle. I wonder what the back of her throat feels like? I want to press my fingers into that soft secret space.
She takes a breath watching my carefully before she continues with her fantasy.
‘I pretended I could hear her whispering to him, but not the words, just the hush of it, as he wound his hands into my hair to gain purchase, pulled me closer and cock deeper. I slid my fingers between my legs, my swollen clit pulsing already, only to have Oliver pull me up and onto the bed just as my legs started to shake. On display. For both of them.’
She’s naked now, my hands gently working her arms into a kimono as the steam from the bath fogs up the room, the heady sense of being overwhelmed, only intensified by her words. My hand has wound its way between her thighs, her breath quickens as my fingers find their rhythm. She’s slick already. I realize it’s his seed too, sticky, and the thought makes me dizzy. Her back arches and she bites the nape of my neck, her words closer, her breath on my skin.
‘Before he moved to wind the restraints to my hands behind my back, I imagined I could feel her index finger tracing the edges of my sodden cunt. Just enough to bring it to her mouth to taste me and then she’s gone.’
I can feel her climax building , her legs shaking, so I hold her tighter, the sound of her sweet cunt filling the small room, wet, hot, open, greedy.
As she cums I whisper, ‘I think about you when I fuck. No matter who it is, I think about you’
She wakes in the late afternoon, scrubbed clean in my new sheets. Her face was crumpled and marked by the linen, so small in my big bed. Which had felt so empty, even when there were three of us in it the night before. The couple have texted me and I have ignored them. I have ignored everything except for her for the last 12 hours. Calmed her. Let her talk. Made her cum. Let her sleep.
I move the hair from her face and prop up the pillows.
‘I have a favour to ask.’
She looks conflicted, holding the duvet tightly around herself, only the smallest of bruises now left from her last scene with him. I have primped and massaged and oiled her beautiful skin, tended to her and kept her safe. And I know she will be going back for more. Because he can offer her that space that I cannot, a different kind of surrender. One that I have craved too, but have been too afraid to try again.
‘He wants you to accompany me tonight, … to the event. He wants to talk with you.’
I realize my subtle, not-so-secret messages have been received: my choice of stockings for her; the perfume I chose; the small pins on her coats; the ribbons I wove into her hair. He knew. He had been paying attention. My stomach drops, and yet the heat coils, and rises.
‘9pm he says. And we can’t be late’
I know the consequences if we are. The exactitude of his discipline. I run my fingers along the almost imperceptible ridges of a scar on the inside of my thigh. Just the one. He promised two
When he leaves his mark, its permanent.
And I need the matching pair.
This was deliciously intense, Kate!
The bath scene and the dressing ritual had me completely hooked.