Author: SirAeghann
Arthur rested his head against the tub's rim and exhaled in relief as the hot bath water soaked through his muscles. He was lying naked in clear bathwater, and Selene's eyes took their time going over all the hard lines of his body. He worked out every day, and his body was important to him. That much was evident. Nature also blessed him in certain aspects, and despite their hard fucking only a few minutes ago, he was already hard and ready for another round.
Also naked, Selene knelt beside the tub with the soft bath mat between her knees, shins, the tops of her feet, and the tile. Her ass was still red and warm from the spanking Arthur gave her earlier, though the heat had faded somewhat from her cheeks. What had been a fire was now a smoldering blush. She knelt with her butt on her heels, and her knees spread wide, exposing her sex, still slick and dripping with their mingled juices. Her blonde hair fell in her braid behind her shoulders and back. Her eyes looked down, conveniently pointed toward Arthur's crotch. Her back was straight, and her hands were face-up on her thighs. She'd naturally assumed the Nadu position after Arthur stepped into the tub. Now all she had to do was wait for instruction.
Arthur lazily opened his eyes and looked at her. His eyes wandered from her cute face to her perky c cup breasts with their erect nipples and quarter-sized areolas, still pinched by the clamps with the chain between them. The collar on her throat was the only other thing she was wearing. It was the plain leather band he'd given her before their first session, and she had yet to take it off. Selene was his slave, and he was her Master.
On their first night together, he'd bathed her in the shower to give her a taste of vulnerability. Tonight he was the one in the water, but she still felt vulnerable and exposed while Arthur felt powerful and entirely in command.
Selene did her best to wait for instruction. She felt as though he were testing her. Arthur seemed to enjoy testing her patience, waiting to see how long it would take her to break the silence.
The red spanking marks on her ass were from her punishment earlier for acting without permission. She knew she was supposed to ask when she wanted something, but Arthur seemed so calm and peaceful in the tub that she almost felt guilty for disturbing him. He'd worked so hard to give her everything she wanted tonight, including two orgasms that shook her to the core. The least she could do was let him relax in a hot bath if he wanted to.
Arthur took another deep breath in a sudden inhale and exhaled it slowly with a state of pure relaxation on his face. He turned his eyes toward the ceiling and closed them. They stayed like that for several moments until Arthur's breathing had slowed to the point that Selene wondered if Arthur had fallen asleep. He was still hard, though. Surely that would have wilted if he were asleep?
"Master?" Selene's voice shattered the silence despite the whisper-level volume she'd tried to use.
"Yes, slut?" Arthur asked at average volume without opening his eyes.
"I thought maybe you'd fallen asleep." Selene admitted without moving.
Arthur smirked in response. "Nope. Still awake. Replaying what we just did in my head a bit. Thinking about what to do next." Arthur explained. His arms were lying on the tub's sides, and he moved his finger in tiny circles on the top of the water. "I usually like a little more planning time between sessions, but..."
Selene nodded, though Arthur couldn't see it. She understood. Their first session was just the night before, and their attempt to go without playing together for a few days had failed. They were enjoying themselves, and Selene was obsessed with all the doors Arthur opened for her by agreeing to be her friends-with-benefits Master.
Arthur opened his eyes. "How good are you at massage?"
"I think I'm okay. I've... never really made a study of it or anything. Do you want me to massage something?" Selene asked with a suggestive hint in her voice.
"My shoulders." Arthur answered. "I want you to rub my shoulders.
Selene paused. She didn't speak, but the non-verbal 'oh' of disappointment would have been evident on her face if Arthur opened his eyes.
"Yes, Master." Selene answered as she started to shift. She had to move the hamper at the end of the tub where Arthur was resting his head, but after that, she placed a folded towel on the floor to protect her knees and knelt with her thighs and torso straight so she could reach over the tub's edge. She gripped Arthur's shoulders and gave them a testing squeeze. There was a lot of tension in his upper body, but he was relaxed right now. Her hands felt so small against his large shoulders. Her fingers felt like rubber pushing against stone, but she did her best and started massaging him.
"Mmm." Arthur murmured. "Less pressure on your fingertips and more on the flat part of your fingers." He instructed, and Selene adjusted as best she could.
"That's better." Arthur relaxed.
Selene kept rubbing his shoulders. At first, she watched what she was doing. After a few moments, her eyes wandered down his extended body, down his sharp jaw, over his chin, down his chiseled torso, and to the cock sticking up out of the water. She licked her lips and started rubbing harder. Arthur always took care of his body, and now they were both reaping the rewards in their own way or would soon. She knew that he would reward her somehow if she did a good job.
She kneaded his shoulders for a few minutes, and then slowly, her hands pushed lower to massage his hard pecs. He didn't stir or reprimand her when she did, so she kept it up, alternating between his shoulders and chest until he finally seemed to have enough.
"Thank you." Arthur said as he reached up and put his hand on hers as if in a signal to stop. She stopped as he held her hand for a moment and watched as he sat up in the tub. The silent 'oh' of disappointment returned.
"The water is getting lukewarm." He announced. "I guess I'd better bathe while I'm in here, eh? Get the shampoo. You're going to give me a scalp massage as you wash my hair."
He dipped below the water for a moment, submerging his head and wetting his hair before returning to that same reclined position. The water sloshed violently, threatening to spill over the edge, but it ended at threatening. Selene stood for a moment and reached over him to grab the shampoo. Then she returned to the kneeling position. Arthur heard the cap open.
"Wait." Arthur's voice sliced through the air.
Selene froze.
"It's too quiet. Get the vibrator. I want it buzzing away at you while you work." Arthur instructed.
"Yes, Master." Selene obeyed, happy to get some direct stimulation to satisfy the anticipation that was building.
"The wand, not the rabbit." Arthur instructed.
When Selene returned, she had the wand and placed it between her legs and against her pussy. She knelt but waited to turn it on until Arthur told her to.
"Turn the dial, but just until it turns on. No further." Arthur instructed.
"Yes, Master." Selene answered as her hand dipped to the end of the wand that stuck out from between her thighs and turned the dial. It started up after a quarter turn and buzzed very gently against her. It was almost more of a tease than pleasure, but it was still a direct vibration against her most sensitive parts. She clenched her thighs a little to test to see if she could push into it at all, and satisfied with being able to flex against it at its frustratingly low setting, she set about washing Arthur's hair.
She dumped a portion of the shampoo into her palm and rubbed her palms over his scalp, then she gripped his scalp in both hands and started massaging the shampoo into his hair. It was sudsy but smelled like nothing. Selene watched as goosebumps broke out on Arthur's chiseled arms that spread from his collarbone down to his fingers on the side of the tub. His eyes were closed, but she could tell by his smile that he enjoyed it. She knew just how pleasurable a scalp massage could be.
She kept going until it seemed silly to continue, having gotten the top, sides, and back of Arthur's head multiple times. She rinsed her hands in the water.
"What now?" Selene asked.
"Cup your hands, and use them to rinse out the shampoo." Arthur answered as he adjusted his position and moved his head slightly forward over the water.
Selene obeyed. She reached over Arthur so that he felt the dangling chain of her nipple clamps against his neck, scooped up some water, raised her hands over his head, and then dropped it. Her hands were smaller than his, and they didn't seem to do much. So she had to keep doing it until she was starting to worry that her arms would get tired. The gentle buzz of the wand kept going between her legs but brought her no closer to orgasm every time she moved. Eventually, though, it looked like she'd gotten out all of the shampoo.
"I think it's done." Selene announced.
Arthur dipped under the water again, submerging his head for a few seconds, before he came back up and then stood up in the tub with his back to her. Her eyes watched his butt as it rose out of the water. She didn't blush or look away.
"Pull the drain, and get the soap. You're going to wash me." Arthur told her. "Every inch." There was a tone of warning in his voice. "Don't miss a spot. If you do a good job, you'll earn an orgasm. If you do a bad job, you'll earn an edging."
Spanking itself wasn't a punishment. Selene enjoyed it too much. Edging, on the other hand, was something she learned she viscerally hated. She remembered her punishment earlier when he'd spanked her and driven her to the very edge of orgasm, only for Arthur to deny her release. She hadn't liked it one bit. It was like not being allowed to exhale.
Even if it did make the final orgasm that much more intense, it was still frustrating beyond anything else she'd ever experienced, and she had to share a room with her sister until she moved out to college. That was the same sister who'd walked in on them when they were playing earlier in Selene's apartment and stormed out after a brief yelling match. Princess Kat, the prude.
The thought of her made Selene's nose twitch, but she let it go with an exhale. They were safe now, here in Arthur's apartment, and all thoughts of anything outside these walls - family strife, classwork, or friend drama had no place here. She brought herself back to Arthur and answered him.
"I'll do a good job." Selene said earnestly as she looked for the soap. She spotted the bar and picked it up as Arthur stood. The water dripped off of him and down his body in little trails that she couldn't help but watch and try to anticipate. She licked her lips unconsciously as she stood. It was tricky to stand with her legs pressed together to keep the vibrator trapped between them, but she managed it.
"Turn the vibrator off." Arthur instructed.
Selene obeyed, leaving it behind as she moved in front of him.
Selene pulled the drain and dipped the bar of soap into the water. Arthur's body was soaking wet, and her hands were wet enough to lather the soap a little before she started rubbing it over him. She stepped into the tub in front of him and started with his shoulders. Then she slid it up to his neck and then down over his pecs. He lifted his arms as she went, offering them up so that she could get the right and then the left. The hard lines of his muscles as she held them, ran her hand over them and ran the soap over them were relaxed, but they still felt firm to Selene. She bit her bottom lip as she made her way down his torso. He stepped back slightly to give her room to kneel, and she knelt, looking up to his cock with hungry ideas.
"Lather your hands and wash it. There will be time for other things later." Arthur said as if reading her mind through her face. His cock was steel hard as she ran her hands over it, almost as unyielding as the muscles in his legs.
Selene moved behind him by stepping out of the tub and then back in. She then repeated the entire process over his back. She lingered longer than was strictly necessary on his tight butt, but he didn't complain. She also enjoyed running her hands over the belt-line of muscles that cut a V over his hips for good measure.
She was playing, a little, with his body this time around, enjoying it. She realized she'd spent so much time thinking about it that she was getting a thrill just from fulfilling those daydreams, and Arthur did not disappoint.
When she was sure she was finished and had gotten everything, including the bottom of each foot, she put the bar of soap back in its spot.
"Rinse yourself off in the sink. I'm going to rinse off using the showerhead. Then I expect you to dry me after I step out." Arthur instructed. "And next time, I don't expect that I'll have to tell you what to do at all, will I?"
"No, Master." Selene answered immediately. She was sure he took showers more frequently than he took baths, but she also knew that she would have a hard time washing his hair if they were both standing. He was more than a foot taller than she was. It would be awkward and tiring if she could do it at all. This was nicer. More intimate, too, it seemed.
She rinsed the soap off her hands in the sink and checked the rest of herself with a little splash of water to remove the spots that clung to her while Arthur started the shower water. It only took him a few seconds to rinse off, but it was enough to kick up some steam. When Arthur stepped out of the tub, Selene was between him and the door holding his towel in her outstretched arms. She approached him and started patting him dry.
"Your..." She looked up to his still-wet head. "Your hair, Sir. I'm not sure I can reach."
He bent forward in a slow bow so that she could reach the top of his head, and she dried it as best as she could. Then he stood up straight, and she started drying off his shoulders, chest, arms, torso, belt, cock, legs, and feet. Then he turned, and she did the same to his back, making sure to get every last drop of water.
"Now, set the towel on the floor to give yourself some padding." Selene did so and knelt comfortably on it in addition to the bathmat.
"You were a perfect bath slave, my little slut." Arthur said as he turned and picked up the vibrator wand. The compliment had an apparent effect on Selene as her eyes looked up at him for a moment. Arthur was getting more comfortable seeing the fire there. "I think you've earned another orgasm. What do you think?"
Selene hesitated for a moment. "I'm just happy to have pleased you, Master."
"So you don't want an orgasm, then?" Arthur asked.
"No, I-"
"Well, I guess we could do something else..." Arthur interrupted.
"I mean, I do want one, sir, yes. Please." Selene explained.
Arthur smiled at her, showing that he was only teasing her. "How badly do you want to cum?" Arthur asked.
"I..." Selene hesitated, unsure of how to explain what she was thinking.
"What is it?" Arthur asked, clearly confused and amused at her predicament.
"I want to cum, Master. I do. But I want to do whatever you want me to do, and I want to please you. I..." Selene hesitated. For a moment, it seemed like she was going to finish her sentence, but then she let it go.
"Say it." Arthur nodded.
"Please, Master, I want to suck your cock." Selene said as she looked down.
"Look up at me." Arthur said sharply, and Selene obeyed just as sharply as she lifted her eyes to his. He kept eye contact with her, even though it was intense. "Ask me properly."
"Please, Master, may I suck your cock?" Selene asked boldly this time.
Silence passed between them as Selene knelt there, and Arthur stood looking down on her. Neither looked away.
"Let's go into the living room." Arthur instructed. "I think it will be easier to do this there." The tension in the air slackened a little but did not die. "Crawl over to the coffee table, and kneel beside it until I join you.
"Yes, Sir." Selene answered, then immediately turned on her hands and knees and crawled out of the bathroom ahead of him, lifting to her knees once to open the door.
The carpet was a relief compared to the tile, even with the towel and bath mat under her. She waited there in the kneeling position he'd taught her. Her back was straight, her butt on her heels, her knees were together, her hands were on her thighs, and her head was bowed. Her gaze was glued to the carpet spot just in front of her knees.
After a moment or two, presumably watching her go but in reality fixing his hair once she was out of sight and getting the last few spots of water, Arthur followed after her. He walked softly on the carpet, but she could see his legs and feet as he passed by her without moving. She could hear him moving behind her, but she didn't turn to look and let the silence remain while she focused on her spot.
"Display." Arthur's voice broke the silence, and Selene immediately jumped to obey.
She stood with her legs apart at shoulder width, as straight as her flexible ballerina body would allow, and raised her arms so that her fingers were interlaced behind her head and her elbows were pointed to the room's walls. She felt Arthur place the soft leather cuff against her left ankle and then her right. Then he placed a restraint cuff on her left wrist and then her right wrist. He took a small piece of rope and tied the two cuffs together from the small D rings on their sides so that her hands couldn't move apart.
"Sit on the coffee table."
Selene obeyed. She moved and sat on the edge of the rectangular coffee table slowly to avoid losing her balance or tipping the table. Once she was seated, Arthur continued with his instructions.
"Lay back, and scoot back a little so that your head is at one end of the coffee table, your legs are spread one on each side, your feet are on the floor, with your calves squeezing the other end of the coffee table." Arthur stood over her now. He watched her obey him as he instructed her where to move and how to lay. She looked almost relaxed, with her hands behind her head like that, as though she were lounging.
Arthur knelt between her spread knees and tied first one ankle cuff and then the other to their respective coffee table legs. Then he moved to the head of the table. He attached a rope from the left and right legs at that end to the rope between her two wrist-cuffs, holding her arms down in that position too. It was a long enough coffee table that her legs opened so that she almost looked like an upside-down Y. His eyes admired the ties and checked to make sure they weren't too tight, or the knots weren't in any place that would damage her. Then he couldn't help but admire her body until he noticed a sheen of moisture on the inside of her thigh.
"Such a slut." Arthur shook his head. "Look at you, I haven't even started stimulating you yet, and you're wet between the legs." His words might have borne disapproval, but his tone was one of almost admiration. Selene felt herself respond to both as the desire between her legs sharpened.
"I am your slut, Master." Selene responded.
"Are you comfortable?" Arthur asked.
"Yes, Master." Selene answered honestly. The hardwood coffee table wasn't soft at all, obviously, but it was still comfortable.
"Lift your hips up." Arthur said as he walked away.
Selene obeyed by moving herself into a surprisingly high bridge position. Her forearms pressed into the table below her, her feet pressed into the floor, and her body made a nearly perfect arch between them. Arthur was almost speechless when he turned back around to see it, but Selene didn't notice the pause or see the expression on his face.
"I'd forgotten how flexible you were." He scoffed.
"Years of ballet, Master. And I still try to keep up with my yoga." Selene blushed, but there was no hiding the pride in her voice. She might not be overly proud of every aspect of her body but was proud of her flexibility and what few curves she had.
Arthur gently lifted the chain that should have hung between her breasts but had slid down the arch toward her throat now and was pooled in the notch at the base of her neck. He lifted it gently off her jugular and brought it to her lips. She obediently opened her mouth and regretted gently biting down on it. It tasted like metal, and she reflexively spat it back out.
"Oh ho. So we finally found something you don't like in your mouth." Arthur smirked. "I'll have to remember that when it comes time to plan your punishments."
Selene didn't answer, but Arthur didn't make her take the chain back in her mouth again, so he must not have been displeased with her.
"You may lie back on the table now." Arthur instructed.
Selene obeyed and felt something under her butt now, a thin fabric between her and the wood. She recognized the feel but couldn't see that it was the white dress she was supposed to wear the next day. A dress that already would have lit up under a UV light from the earlier play.
"Open your mouth." Arthur instructed.
Selene grimaced, expecting the chain again and unsure what she'd done to deserve a punishment, but she obeyed. She was rewarded, not with metal, but with soft rubber. The ring-gag she'd seen before kept her mouth open, and she imagined that Arthur could fit through the ring well enough even if she wasn't sure. She found it difficult to swallow the drool that started to pool up in her mouth, but she managed. It was a little like being at the dentist once she thought about it.
"Slut. You, still with me?" Arthur's voice cut through her distracted thoughts as she felt the riding crap press against the inside of her open thigh.
She tried to say yes, sir, but the ring gag kept her mouth from forming the words, so all that came out was something akin to "eh ir."
"Good." Arthur walked around her a little. Tied to the coffee table like she was, she could still move her head to follow him, but he shook his head at her disapprovingly when she lifted it. He set the riding crop down and pulled out another piece of rope. She kept her long blonde hair in a single braid, and he tied off the rope at the base of the braid and then tied the other end tightly to that same chord between her wrists. She couldn't lift her head now.
"Better." Arthur admired his handy work. "Maybe I'll get you used to plugs one day, and I can tie off that braid of yours to an anal hook. What do you think?"
Selene tried to rub her thighs together, but the coffee table kept them apart. "I will start prepping." She assured him.
She felt the crop press against the inside of her thigh again. Arthur's eyes followed it as he moved it over her flesh to her hip, across the lines of her hip to her stomach, and up her stomach to the underside of her breast. He fluttered the flat part of the crop there against the underside of her breast a few times. He started on the right and then worked his way to the left, striking with rapid, fluttering, ultimately stinging movements from the flap of leather at the end of the crop. It took a second for the sting to work its way in, but when it hit, Selene let out a low and long moan. It was interrupted slightly by a squeak as he struck the sensitive flesh harder than before, just once.
Arthur switched from the fluttering swats to a gentle press, rubbing and soothing her with the same crop he'd used to redden the sensitive skin. He moved to the top of her breasts and repeated the motions. He came dangerously close to striking the clamped nipples, but every time she thought the next flutter would hit the clamp, he moved it away. After not one but two cycles of this, he finally reached down and rubbed her breast with his hand, taking it up in one handful and squeezing the clamped nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Selene arched her back involuntarily and moaned through the open ring gag.
Arthur unclamped the nipple clamp, and she felt the blood that was already rushing to her breasts pour into it. The sensation of warmth, relief, pain and tingling intermingled together as he stroked her clit with his other hand dipped between her legs. She wanted to scream in pleasure but was afraid that if she did, he would stop what he was doing with his hands and use one of them to silence her. So instead, she shook and writhed as far as the restraints would allow.
"If you break my coffee table, I'm going to deny you orgasms for a week or make you think of some way that you can work off your debt to me." Arthur's teasing was inspirational to Selene's thoughtful mind, and she groaned through the open hole in the gag. She imagined him assigning some kind of dollar amount to the table's value and making her work for him in a variety of domestic services until it was paid off at some criminally low dollar per hour rate. She would have suggested it had it not been for the ring gag.
He went back to swatting and rubbing her breasts for a minute, and then he repeated the unclamping with the other breast. This time, his other hand didn't dip between her legs. He was standing at the head of the table, leaning over her, and when she arched up, he took the opportunity to bring his dick directly to the open ring gag and press its tip through.
She was surprised at first, but as soon as she tasted him, she started trying to swirl her tongue eagerly over it, which resulted in her lapping the tip of his cock in the most pleasurable way. He closed his eyes for a moment and enjoyed the sensation. He nearly lost himself in it mentally before he remembered what he was in the middle of doing and got himself back on track. He bent over her, pressing her back to the hard table, placed his hands on either side of her hips, and then brought his lips to her clit.
He teased her, and as he did, he slowly but surely pressed more of his length into her mouth. Then he slowly eased it back out again. He fucked her mouth while playing with her clit, not working her directly toward orgasm but lazily stimulating her as though he were idly fondling her clit with his tongue because he had nothing better to do.
She bucked her hips in a futile attempt to press against his mouth and bring more pressure down on her clit, but he kept himself aloft and kept the pressure light but constant. She mewled through the ring gag and the dick in her mouth in pitiful noises of desire. If she didn't know any better, she'd think he was edging her again, punishing her for something, but he'd made it sound like this were her reward for the excellent massage and bath she'd given him earlier.
Finally, after several long minutes of playing, his arms must have grown tired. He pushed himself upright and pulled it out of her mouth. Her tongue chased after him, and her hips lifted as she tried to keep pleasing him, but she could do nothing but follow him with her eyes as he moved around to the foot of the table. She felt his fingers press against her folds, and then he inserted something into her. It wasn't his cock, like she'd hoped, but her rabbit vibrator.
He slid it in and nestled its prongs gently against her clit. He let it sit there for a moment, then another, and then finally, he turned it on. Selene's response was immediate. Her legs tried to close, but the table was in the way, so she could only grip it with her calves. The ropes kept her from curling up as they held her head and wrists behind her head against the tabletop. Arthur stood at her side for a moment and didn't do anything. He watched, and he felt the smile on his face grow with every passing second of her desperate pleasure.
Selene silently convulsed and bucked as the vibrator filled her and pressed against her clit. The buzz started low and grew stronger with every passing second, and she was already so worked up that she could feel the end approaching.
"--eahth- -ir -ay -I -uh-" Selene tried to cry out through the gag.
"What was that?" Arthur asked as he stepped closer to the coffee table and squatted down. He ran his hand over Selene's forehead and gripped the hair on the top of her head. Then he slowly brought his lips to her ear and asked in a relaxed baritone: "What are you trying to say slut?"
"--eahth- -ir -ay -I -uh-" She repeated, faster this time.
"You want to cum?" Arthur asked.
Selene tried to nod, but the rope at the base of her braid kept her head from nodding. She groaned in frustration.
"You want me to stop the vibrator?"
Selene managed to shake her head no viciously.
"Don't worry slut. You may cum. I want you to cum. But I want you to beg me for it as you do. I want you to beg as though I might change my mind at any moment. Do you understand?"
"-eh- -ir."
Arthur smirked slightly and reached under her head. He undid the ring gag and pulled it from her mouth so that she could speak. She moved her jaw around slightly and took a deep breath. He stood at the head of the coffee table and started to stroke himself over her. She was looking directly up at the base of his shaft as she began to beg.
"Please, Master, let your slut cum. I've been a good slut for you. Your pet. Your slave. And I always will be. You can do anything to me, Master. You can play with me as you want to. I want you to play with me. I want you to fuck me. Fuck my throat, fuck my pussy, or fuck my ass. I just want you to use me for your pleasure. I want you to cum on me as I cum." Selene had obviously guessed what Arthur hoped to achieve as his stroking increased its pace.
"Please, Master, let me cum. I'll be a good slut for you. I'll be such a good slut. We can play any fantasy you want together. You can beat me. Rape me. Lock me up. You can punish your slut. You can bend me however you want and tie me there. You can tie me to the wall and leave me there all day. Just let me cum. Please, Master, let me cum." Her voice held desperation in it so tightly Arthur thought she burst.
Arthur could feel himself getting closer. His leg muscles tightened with the small of his back, and he closed his eyes for a brief moment before looking down to see the squirming, bucking, tied-in-place Selene desperately moaning to keep up with the vibrator that hummed between her legs.
"I want you to fuck Kelly! I want to watch you fuck her!" Selene brought back to mind an earlier fantasy as she twisted desperately against the ropes.
"I want you to fuck anyone and everyone you want! I'll help! I'll help however I can!" Selene panted. The offer had a noticeable effect on Arthur, who grit his teeth and let out a harsh exhale through his nose. He was determined to stroke himself to completion but held back until Selene finally came.
It was like the two of them were racing to the finish, but each determined to let the other cross the finish line first. Selene seemed to have the apparent advantage in this game, playing to whatever fantasy she could describe between heavy breaths.
"Do you want my sister?" Selene gasped. "I want to hold her down while you fuck the shit out of her, Master!" The passion (anger?) in Selene's voice made him believe it. "I want you to teach her how good it feels to be your slut! I want to teach her how to please you and force your cock down her throat! I want to watch you spank that stuck-up bratty little princess until her ass is redder than mine!"
"Please, Master, let me cum! Please! Fuck Kelly! Fuck Kat! Just let me cu--aaaaah!" Selene's body strained against the ropes in every direction. Her words became unintelligible jargon as she came, and Arthur was worried that she might break the table for a moment. Then she went still.
Her eyes were soft and unfocused as she stared up at him, a dopey smile on her face as he reached over to turn off the vibrator and remove it from between her legs. He rested it on the dress beneath her, and she reached up as he leaned over her and took his cock in her mouth. She couldn't bob her head very much, but it didn't take long for him to lower his hips.
He fucked her mouth and throat as best he could at that angle, and she hummed happily around his cock as though it were her favorite treat. He closed his eyes and exhaled but didn't hold himself back. She was soon rewarded with her favorite treat and eagerly swallowed it down. When he stood back up, she had the widest and brightest smile he'd ever seen on her face, and he smiled back out of sheer reflex.
"Thank you, Master." Selene said dreamily as she rested her eyes.
"Thank you, slut. You were obedient and... creative." He smirked slightly as he shook his head and then cracked his neck.
"Creative?" Selene asked.
"In your begging." Arthur explained. "You brought up Kelly again and... your sister."
"Oh, that. I thought you might like that." Selene winked. "I know she's more your type than I am. Physically, I mean."
Arthur stared at her for a second, then two seconds, and then a few more. A few times in his life, he'd decided that women made no logical sense to him. This was one of those times. He tried to be an empathetic human being and always put himself in the other person's shoes, or ropes, in this case. Yet, here was something he simply couldn't wrap his head around.
"What-"
"It's okay, Master." Selene interrupted. "I just mean her boobs and hips and butt are bigger than mine. Curvier. I'm not upset or worried that you don't like me. I... I think we both know just how much you like me." She smirked. "But we've talked about this kind of thing before, as friends, remember? I know what you like about women. What you're most attracted to."
Arthur didn't say anything, at least not for a moment. He took a deep breath and then looked at her again. She was still tied to his coffee table in that same lounging position. She had to know how attracted he was to her, physically. She could see her naked body's effect on him, couldn't she?
"Don't worry. I'm not self-conscious about it. I'm not putting myself down or anything. It's okay. I know I'm still your slut. Your slave. Your fuck toy. If you fantasize about someone else or fuck someone else, that doesn't change that - right?" Selene asked.
Arthur paused for a moment and sat down on the couch. He looked at her, then back at the ceiling, then back at her.
"Right?" An edge of worry hit her voice, and Arthur knew he had to respond now.
"It doesn't change that." Arthur assured her. "I'm sorry, I'm just... it's a lot, all at once. And I don't know how things are going to go with Kelly on Friday, but if I know going into it that you and I want to keep this going, I think that'll help if or when Kelly and I have the conversation about exclusivity, or whether we still want to get together. I can still cancel the date-"
"No. I want you to go. Remember?" Selene asked.
"Yes. I know. I'm just worried about-"
"Don't worry, Master." Selene interrupted him. "I don't want you to worry. I want you to be happy and to have what you want. Who you want. I wasn't kidding about that or about the stuff with Kelly."
"And what was that stuff about your sister?" Arthur asked.
"I dunno." Selene did her best to shrug.
"Selene..." Arthur's voice warned.
"I guess it was partly me playing to what I assumed you might fantasize about." Selene explained. "I've had multiple ex-boyfriends tell me they'd be into a threesome with Kat and me. Kat's had at least one boyfriend mention it to her too."
"Have you ever-?" Arthur felt he had to at least ask.
"No. The thought of doing something to her, I mean like, kissing her on the mouth or doing anything sexual is gross." Selene answered. "But... I have watched her and her ex a few times. She doesn't know about that, though, so I'd appreciate it if you kept your mouth shut. Besides, I think she's watched me and at least one ex before. I... made it kind of easy for her."
"And the other part?" Arthur asked.
"The other part was a fantasy of mine. I'd love for that bitch to learn how good this feels and get what she deserves for being a prude at the same time." Selene answered. "Just thinking about her bent over your knee. You spanking her as I hold her hands down in front of her..." Selene licked her lips. "It's hot."
Arthur raised his brows for a second, but he didn't feel like denying it either. The thought had undoubtedly started his blood flowing, even if he wasn't responding directly at the moment.
"What other fantasies do you have in that twisted mind of yours?" Arthur asked as he rested back on the sofa and put his feet on Selene's flat stomach.
"The usual, I suppose." Selene smirked.
"So far, I think we've discovered a love for humiliation or at least degradation. You seem to like the idea of a threesome. You might have some experience being an exhibitionist, but you're not sure. You certainly like the idea of being a voyeur... Are you bi?" Arthur asked suddenly.
"I don't know." Selene answered honestly. "Maybe?" She tried to shrug again, but her shoulders didn't move much. "I mean, the idea of kissing a girl isn't repugnant, but I've never been turned on by just a girl. Y'know? The idea of you getting turned on watching me kiss a girl or go down on one... that's a turn on."
"I see." Arthur said though he wasn't sure if he did. He was still wrapping his mind around the cute and punk-ish Selene being a BDSM slut, and now it was like every time they broached a new topic, some new love for sex came to the surface with some new desire. This one was still thinly veiled behind the curtain of fantasy, but was it a fantasy? Or was it something she would one day expect him to fulfill for her? There were so many choices of things to try that it almost seemed impossible to decide where to start.
"Are you going to untie me?" Selene asked, looking over at him as best she could though she couldn't move her head down to look directly at him.
"Hm?" Arthur asked, looking over to her as she pulled him from his thoughts. "Oh. No." He smirked. "I thought I might leave you like that for a little while. Just until I review that chapter for tomorrow's quiz again. Then when we have our batteries recharged, I thought I might tie you up and carry you into the bedroom for some final play and one last good-night fuck."
Selene smiled. "That sounds nice. Can I sleep in your bed with you, or do you want me to sleep on the floor, Master?"
"I'm not sure yet." Arthur answered. "I might make a slave bed for you at the foot of my bed. I don't want to spoil you on our first intended sleepover."
"Either option sounds wonderful, Master." Selene answered. "May I wake you with a blowjob in the morning, and may I cook breakfast for you like I did this morning?"
"Yes." Arthur laughed. "I could get used to that kind of breakfast. Especially if you blow me under the table the way, you did before."
"Of course, Master. This slut wants to learn everything her Master likes and do it for him without being told."
Arthur closed his eyes. "You sure you don't want to take the collar off, sit with me on the couch, and finish Lord of the Rings?"
"No, Master. The only ring I want is that ring gag if you want to use it." Selene sighed.
"I think the ball gag will be more conducive to a quiet, studious environment. Don't you?" Arthur teased her.
"Your choice, Master. You can put whatever you want between your slave's lips." Selene closed her eyes and opened her mouth.
"Shall I test that statement?" Arthur asked, but Selene didn't respond. He looked around for a moment and strode away. When he came back, her mouth was still open and waiting. He took the shiny blue thong in his hand and rubbed it between her soaked thighs, then over her pussy lips. Then he pressed it into her mouth and looked her in the eyes when she opened them.
"Can you taste yourself, slut?" Arthur asked. She didn't nod or answer vocally, but from the hazy, lust-filled look in her eyes, Arthur could tell he'd given her exactly what she'd hoped for. He enjoyed that she was so eager to please and easy to please in exchange. He smiled, shook his head, and stood up straight before taking another deep breath.
He went back into the second bedroom, his 'study,' and then came out with his books a moment later. Still naked, he sat on the couch and went over the underlined and highlighted portions of the textbook and the notes in his notebook. Selene looked at him and watched him out of the side of her eyes while he studied. Her eyes sparkled at the intense, studious facade he was trying to maintain, but they soon wandered from his face, down the lines of his jaw to his throat, shoulders, pecs, arms, and hips.
Then he shifted his feet and lifted them up. She watched the lines of his leg muscles as he placed his feet on her thigh on the coffee table, with his heel just on the inside of her upper thigh, placing a gentle amount of pressure there that felt good. She could feel her system starting to spark back to life. She was intently aware of the pressure on her wrists, ankles, and now her legs as she lay there, restrained. She watched him for any sign he would carry her into that promised bedroom, tie her to the bed, and make her his once again.
Arthur was halfway through his notes when he literally jumped off the couch in a scramble.
There was a knock at the door.
He looked at Selene with his eyes wide, and she looked back, too startled from his sudden movements to realize there was someone at the door, though she quickly caught up, and her eyes widened to match his. She looked at the door just as he did, but whoever was on the other side had heard the commotion of him jumping up.
"I know you're in there." It was Kat's voice. It was only slightly muffled through the door, but something else was off about it. It wasn't angry or harsh like Arthur and Selene expected. The last time they'd heard her voice, it was shouting, and she was storming out of the apartment. Now it was almost soft and sounded fragile to Arthur's ears, as if she'd been crying and might soon cry again.
Arthur looked from the door to Selene and back again, at least twice. Then he moved quickly to untie Selene, and she was amazed at how quickly she was free. The restraints on her wrists and ankles were open with a quick movement from his hand, and he used both simultaneously to free her ankles first and then her wrists. She rubbed them briefly as she sat up and spat the thong panties from her mouth.
Arthur caught them before they hit the carpet and, in something approaching a speed only achievable by manifesting panic, he had the vibrators, toys, ropes, and the restraints slammed away in the slightly overstuffed briefcase that he latched closed and placed against the coffee table.
Selene, meanwhile, grabbed Arthur's shirt from the floor and threw it over herself. It hung on her like an oversized dress which she quickly buttoned-up, fumbling with a few of them and not bothering with the top one.
Arthur paused for a moment when he turned around to see her in it. She looked incredibly sexy in it, for some reason. The oversized nature of it did everything to hide her form, but the open collar was wide on her petite frame, and at just above mid-thigh, it was shorter than her usual dresses, with the sides of it arcing up to show the tops of her thighs.
"Just let me in." Kat's voice snapped Arthur out of it. "I'm not going to yell. I just want to talk to my sister."
Arthur and Selene looked at each other and had that silent conversation with their eyes that Arthur took to mean: "I'm going to go hide in my bedroom and maybe get dressed. You open the door and talk with your sister if you want to."
Selene nodded and took a deep breath. Then Arthur started toward his bedroom, stopped, grabbed his books from the sofa, and then went into his bedroom and closed the door behind him. Selene moved toward the door, looked through the peephole (which she had to stand on her toes to do), undid the deadbolt and the chain, and opened it up.
Kat stood on the other side of it. Her eyes were red around the edges of the white. She'd been crying. Her blonde curly updo had lost its shape a little bit. She'd obviously gone back to their apartment because she was dressed in different clothes now. She'd been wearing a business suit with slacks, heels, and blouse before. Now she was wearing a pair of black leggings, a long t-shirt that hung to her mid-thigh, and a hoodie.
Selene opened the door and stood behind it with just her head looking over its edge to let her in, and then she shut the door behind her after Kat crossed the threshold.
"What are you wearing?" Kat's first question came more from surprise than anything else.
"Well, you didn't exactly give us any warning that you were coming over." Selene said sharply.
"I called and texted. You didn't respond." Kat answered softly.
"My phone's on silent. I wasn't looking at it." Selene shook her head.
"I'm sorry. I thought maybe you two were finishing your movie, or... whatever." Kat looked at the TV and shrugged.
"What do you want that couldn't have waited until tomorrow?" Selene snapped.
"I..." Kat started, then deflated. Selene immediately felt guilty for being harsh when Kat didn't respond in kind. It was one thing to be prepared for a fight and to fight it, but it was another when you were the only one fighting.
Selene took a deep breath, but once she'd finished, the silence persisted. Eventually, she decided to change tracks.
"Do you want something to drink? There's water, or I'm sure Arthur wouldn't mind if we took some of his beer." Selene offered.
"You drink beer?" Kat wrinkled her face in a slightly disgusted expression.
"Mmm... usually only when I'm over here. He has some craft stuff that doesn't taste too bad." Selene shrugged. "If we were at our place, I'd offer you wine." She assured her.
"Can we..." Kat looked around but, not spotting Arthur, assumed he was behind the only closed door. "Can we go to our apartment? I - we need to talk. And I'd rather not do it with him listening in."
"He's probably not listening in." Selene defended Arthur, though she would have defended his listening in if it came to that. "We can talk here, in the living room, or go into the kitchen and sit at the table if you want to. He wouldn't be able to hear us there."
It wasn't that big an apartment, and they both knew that he could probably hear them if they spoke at average volume and he pressed his ear up against the door, but if they kept their voices low and he wasn't actively trying to listen in, they'd probably be fine. Kat sighed but relented and moved to the kitchen table, where she took a seat. Selene followed her and took a seat across from her.
"Look, I- are - why does he have clothes on top of the fridge?" Kat asked, suddenly distracted by the piece of fabric hanging over the side of the refrigerator that she could see but not identify.
Selene looked behind her to see it and smirked slightly, but when she returned her gaze to Kat, her expression was stony once more. "Nevermind that." She denied her an answer. "You wanted to talk. Let's talk."
"Okay." Kat agreed. "Look, I'm sorry for blowing up at you earlier." Kat looked down at the table as she talked rather than at Selene. "I was just surprised when I walked in on you guys, and I-" Kat paused as if she hadn't rehearsed this a few times on the way over and was trying to find the right words. "I wasn't expecting you to be on your knees and like, praying, to his cock."
"I wasn't praying to his cock." Selene rolled her eyes and gave an exasperated sigh, even as the hint of a blush touched her cheeks.
"Look. You know, as a family, we don't ever really talk about this stuff." Kat explained, and Selene laughed gently at the understatement.
"Mom's version of the talk, when she had it with me, was to just not talk about any of it, and she didn't bother explaining anything. You know that." Kat shrugged. "We learned everything we know from school."
"And porn." Selene added without blushing this time.
"Well, yeah. Okay. And that." Kat allowed. "I just... I wasn't expecting to walk into a porno."
"What did you expect?" Selene asked as if she'd just caught her sister in a clever trap. She was clearly expecting something when she came barging into Selene's room earlier, but she'd certainly responded in outrage for someone who was expecting something.
"I don't know. I thought maybe I would catch you two cuddling or something. Something normal, and that I'd tease you about it and try to get you to get Arthur to ask you out." Kat shrugged.
"I don't want Arthur to ask me out." Selene countered.
"So you say." Kat rolled her eyes. "But I've seen you talk about him. You worship the ground that guy walks on, and that was before you started literally worshiping him."
"I wasn't worshiping him." Selene let out an exasperated sigh, but Kat held her back by holding her hand in a 'stop' motion.
"Fine. Whatever you want to call it. I just wanted to say I'm sorry for barging in and for reacting the way I did, yelling and freaking out at you and at him. That wasn't fair of me, and I- I'm sorry I yelled at you and him." Kat got out as many apologies as she could fit into the breath.
"It's okay." Selene said immediately, almost reflexively. Of course, it was okay. It wasn't as if they'd never fought or made up before. These things happened on a daily, sometimes hourly, occurrence growing up. She would always forgive her sister.
"Thank you." Kat let out a long exhale. "Can you pass that on to Arthur for me?"
Selene shook her head. "You should apologize to him yourself."
"I..." Kat started, then looked back to the table. "I don't know that I can face him."
"Why not? You just yelled a bit. It's not like you hit him or anything." Selene smirked. She knew why Kat was embarrassed, but it was too late for that. She'd come to Arthur's apartment, after all, she had to know she was going to see him when she did that rather than waiting for Selene to go home.
"No, but I threatened to taze him. And I saw his- I saw him- I saw him naked." There was a blush in Kat's cheeks as though its mention had invoked the memory.
"Did you like what you saw?" Selene arched an eyebrow and gave her sister a mischievous smile.
"Let's just say I saw what you like about him." Kat tried to laugh it off.
"I don't just like him for his cock." Selene sounded almost defensive as she put her hands on the table's edge.
"No?" Kat asked. "What is it about him that makes you like him then?"
Selene stopped and eyed her sister, processing what she had just asked before answering. "I'm not saying I like him like that." Selene preemptively defended herself. "Romantically, or anything, I mean. We're just friends."
"Saying it over and over doesn't make me believe it any more than I already don't." Kat smirked. "But fine. What do you like about him as a friend then?"
"He's a good guy." Selene answered without having to think about it too hard.
"A good guy? That's what rates this kind of praise and devotion? That's why you decided to do that - that kind of thing with him?" Kat scoffed and shook her head.
"No." Selene sighed. "Look. I don't know how to explain it. We're friends. We get along well together. He looks out for me and doesn't ask for anything back."
"Well, I think you're giving him back plenty now." Kat scoffed.
"You're being a bitch again." Selene said sharply, which caused Kat to look up quickly with an expression of anger at the word, but she promptly cooled when she saw Selene's set jaw.
Kat sighed. "Sorry." She looked down again. "Go on. Tell me what you like about him."
Selene measured her sister for a moment. She was trying to determine what she should say that wouldn't get Kat riled up again. After a few moments of silence between them, Selene sighed, stood, and moved toward the fridge. She took out the water pitcher and placed it on the counter. Then stood on her tiptoes to reach into the cabinet next to the refrigerator and took out two glasses, which she filled with water. When she sat back down, she placed one glass in front of Kat and kept the other for herself. Then she took a long drink from it and squared up to Kat.
"He's a good person. A moral person. He thinks about the right thing to do before he does it. He's quick to apologize if he fucks up. More than apologize, really. He goes out of his way to make it right. He looks out for me, not just me but for everyone around him, even in small ways. He's the kind of person who would immediately hop in his car to go pick you up if you were stranded, even if you threatened to taze him the last time he saw you. We like a lot of the same music, and we like a lot of the same movies. Or at least he likes the stuff I introduce him to because he hasn't seen that much of it. We both like theater and we play on stage together well. We work together well off-stage and behind the scenes. And even if it weren't for this-" She tugged on her collar. "I'd still be spending all my time over here hanging out and having fun with him. Now it's just... better."
"I'll bet." Kat scoffed and took a sip of her water. Selene blushed. "It's still weird."
"What, the fuck buddy thing?" Selene asked. "Plenty of people have fuck buddies."
"Well, that, sure, and the whole..." Kat gestured broadly to Selene and ended by pointing to the plain leather collar that clasped her throat.
"You can say it." Selene smirked.
"Say what?" Kat asked and took a sip of her water.
"Sex slave. I'm his sex slave. His slut." Selene lifted her chin to show off the collar.
"Now you're just trying to make me uncomfortable." Kat spat.
"Maybe." Selene shrugged. "But I'm weird. We're all weird. And I like it."
"You really like it?" Kat asked. "You like thinking of yourself as someone else's sex slave and not... a free woman?"
"I do." Selene nodded. "It's thrilling to be able to give up control for a little while and not have to worry about anything."
"So much for feminism." Kat shook her head and sat back in her chair.
Selene sighed. "This has nothing to do with feminism, social activism, or any of that. I'm still a feminist. I'll still vote the way I want to and everything else, not that he would have stopped me or disagreed with me on any of that anyway. This is just... it's a thing between friends."
"It's weird." Kat repeated as if that were the only thing she knew how to call it.
"Maybe." Selene "But it's also relaxing. It lets me shut off and reboot. It's freeing not having to worry about anything and only living in the moment. Only fulfilling one purpose. And the sex is mind-blowing."
"Well, that part sounds amazing." Kat laughed. "The relaxing thing, I mean. I can't remember the last time I didn't have to worry about anything."
"It really, really is." Selene affirmed.
There was silence between them for a moment until Kat spoke up again. "How did it all start?"
"I've been curious about it ever since I was younger. Rachel - you remember Rachel from home, right? Her older brother had a magazine that I found one day, and... well, I've been curious about it ever since. I've been watching videos and stuff for years, but doing it in person is so much better." Selene shrugged and held her glass in front of her with her elbows on the table.
Kat seemed to want to say something but didn't comment.
"What?" Selene asked.
"I meant, well, you and Arthur. When did you two start..."
"Oh. Last night." Selene answered.
"So you lied." Kat grinned. "I knew you weren't watching Lord of the Rings - the DVDs were at our place the whole time." Kat chuckled.
"Sorry." Selene looked down. She didn't feel guilty about the sex, but she did feel guilty about having lied to her sister. "I shouldn't have lied to you or tried to keep it from you. I should have just told you what we were doing. I just... I didn't want you to judge me."
"And I made that fear come true, I guess." Kat grimaced. "I'm sorry."
Selene reached forward across the table and put her hand on Kat's. "It's okay. I was just afraid. You've always been so..."
"So, what?" Kat looked at her sister.
"Uptight." Selene shrugged.
"Uptight?" Kat sounded surprised. "You think I'm uptight?"
"You can be! Anytime I've tried to talk to you about sex before, you always act like you're uncomfortable, and you change the topic as soon as possible. You always say it's none of your business and then practically run away."
"I don't run away." Kat seemed a little defensive but tried her best to hold it back.
"Well... I said practically." Selene smirked slightly as she tried to lessen the point of the attack. She hadn't meant for Kat to feel attacked, but it needed to be said.
"Well, at least I knew where you were and knew you'd be safe here. You guys are being safe - right?" Kat asked, and this time it was her turn to look down as she practically mumbled the question.
"Oh yeah. You should have seen how fast he got me out of the restraints and ropes when you knocked. He had safety scissors and everything, and he checked in and made sure everything was safe and comfortable. And he makes sure nothing is cutting off my circulation or doing me any harm." Selene assured her sister.
Kat's face was as red as Selene had ever seen it.
"I... I meant, like, condoms." Kat explained. "That's good to know, though, that he's thought about that stuff and isn't just being a dick with power issues."
Selene laughed. "Sorry. I just went right to the kink, didn't I?"
"You really like it?" Kat asked.
"I love it." Selene responded. "It's so freeing. You have no idea. It's like I was underwater, and now I can breathe."
"It's weird." Kat said again.
"Don't knock it 'till you try it." Selene retorted. "You might be surprised what you're into when you find someone you can really... explore with."
Kat shook her head and took a sip of water to try and cool the blush that was still on her face.
"Are you jealous?" Selene asked.
Kat choked on her water and pushed the glass down onto the table as she coughed. "Am I what?"
"Are you jealous?" Selene asked again, perfectly willing to play along if Kat was trying to say she hadn't heard the question.
"Jealous?" Kat asked again. "That you're more... more experienced than I am?"
Selene shrugged but nodded. "Or maybe jealous that I found someone I can explore it with?"
"No. I'm not into him or anything. I've been trying to get you two together. Why would I be jealous?" Kat sounded incredulous.
"Not of him specifically." Selene corrected. "I mean, in general. Are you jealous that I have someone I can do this kind of thing with? That I'm getting what I want, need really, while you-"
"Careful." Kat warned.
"-Aren't." Selene finished.
"I've dated." Kat defended herself again. "I've... done things."
"Ever been spanked?"
"Selene!" Kat caught herself and stopped, raising her hand from under Selene's and putting it up in a 'stop' motion. "Sorry. Sorry. Gut reaction." She sighed. "I guess I am a little more like mom than I thought."
"God, could you imagine? She'd freak out if she knew we were even talking about this kind of thing." Selene almost laughed, almost.
"Whatever her hangups are, they're hers. We don't need to share them." Kat agreed. "So let's make a pact."
That caught Selene's attention.
"I won't tell Mom or anyone else what you guys are doing, and you do your best not to embarrass me with it, but keep in touch. Let me know that you're safe. Let me know when you're coming over here, when you're leaving here to come home, and what the plans are." Kat suggested.
"Sure. I can do that." Selene nodded. "And can you do me one more favor?"
Kat quirked an eyebrow as if to ask, 'what?'
"Educate yourself." Selene suggested. "Watch some porn, anything. Figure out what you might like and what turns you on. Masturbate. It'll help you be less uptight."
Kat grimaced but eventually broke into a sigh and said: "Fine."
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