Chapter 7

As I slept, Andrew crept into the bedroom and quietly climbed over me, virtually in a sixty-nine position. When I woke with a start, his black leather-clad butt was right in my face! Giggling, I said, "That's quite a view there, Master." I struggled to smack his smooth muscular ass, but I soon realised I could hardly move! My upper arms were pinned under his calves and all I could do was slap his thighs. Which I did! "Oohhh let me up! We have to have breakfast!" I was laughing and wriggling but it was kind of fun.

Like a magician doing the tablecloth trick, he jumped and pulled hard at the silk bed sheet. In an instant my body was exposed to the cool morning air. Between the sight of Andrew's hard butt, and finding myself suddenly at his mercy, I had completely forgotten about his words from the night before.

He wrenched open my knees and held my thighs tightly. Gasping, I squirmed as he sprayed something warm and wet all over my shaved and increasingly excited pussy. Soon the heady aroma of my patchouli and musk oil wafted through my senses and I swooned.

Groaning as his fingers spread and coated me, I was soon slick and slippery and he was working two fingers in and out, getting right up inside me. I tried to put my feet flat on the bed to push myself at his fingers, but with every move he coiled tighter around me like a big snake. He had one of my legs bent and gripped under his arm, and I don't know how he had the other one but I could hardly move at all. All I could see was his ass and I wondered what would happen if I bit it, so I tried! As soon as I did, he deftly hooked his foot over my shoulder and pushed me back on the bed with a thud.

"Oh no you don't, you little vixen!" Andrew teased, then bit me on the inside of my thigh!

"Owww!" I yelped. Wriggling and protesting, I was massively turned on. I could feel his hot breath right on my pussy, and my legs were wide open and held fast. When he slid his fingers out, my pussy was clenching I was so hot. "Oooooo, Sir! What are you doing?"

He was pushing something into me! I wasn't sure what it was, but it was definitely plastic, or maybe latex. It felt like I had a golf ball inside me. I heard a click and suddenly that thing started humming. I stopped struggling, feeling the muscles in my pussy fluttering in little spasms. "Ohh!" It was good! I started squirming again and trying to free myself of his grip. My breath was becoming ragged and my pussy was clenching tighter around the ball. God I love being helpless, I thought as I moaned. My muscles felt so hard and tense, and he held me so tightly! Then, oh my god! He slapped my ass and I almost came. "Ohhhhh!!!"

In a muffled voice he was cursing and calling me a 'hot little slut'. He was smacking my ass over and over and it was just right. I was so wet! With another click that buzzing ball inside me stepped up a notch. I clenched my teeth and willed myself not to cum straight away. Somehow I convinced myself that I couldn't cum if I was held tight like this. I believed it when I thought to myself, To cum I need to thrash about and flex my body. The notion held me back as my ass got hotter and my pussy put a stranglehold on that buzzing little ball. I was going mad and my butt was smarting. My hips started trembling against my will and I moaned really loudly! "Oooooooooohhhhhh!!!"

Click!

That maddening ball took off to new heights! The vibrations were so hard they came right through my pussy wall and attacked my clit. Andrew's hot tongue started swirling around it and it was too much. I heard him command me to cum and I grunted twice then my body spasmed and my hips jerked violently. Andrew rolled off me and suddenly I was free and I flew! I was cumming so hard! "Aahhhhhhhhhhh, Jesssuuussssssss!!! Ohh fuck ohh fuckk fuckkkk yessssssssssssss!!!" My hands shot to my pussy and my thighs closed around them. Rolling onto my side, my body flexed over and over, mindlessly squirming across the bed like a sidewinder.

Aftershocks were still running through my body as I rolled onto my back, completely spent. Thankfully Andrew turned off his wicked new toy and I moaned softly in appreciation. "Mmmmm... Thaaank you, Master. Goddd..." Reaching out to him, I scratched the back of his arm lightly as he sat on the side of the bed facing away from me. He turned around, holding his mouth then took his hand away. I'd given him a fat top lip! "Oh my god! Master? Did I do that? Oh, I'm so sorry!"

"Shhhh, it wasn't intentional. But I never knew you had such strength, pet!" Then he grinned at me and said "Owww!"

I pulled myself upright, then kissed and nibbled his fat lip as softly as I could, whispering, "I know it was an accident, but I'm still sorry."

He smiled more carefully this time, telling me, "It's okay. It's not that bad."

"Okay," I breathed, kissing back along his jaw. "Thank you so much." He was freshly shaved and smelled so yummy. I kissed down the side of his neck, caressing his chest through his t-shirt. I smiled to myself when I heard his voice croaking with pleasure, even though it meant an end to play time.

"Mmmmm... All right, Dominique. That's enough. Paul's coming over, remember."

Oh, wow! I'd clean forgotten he was dropping by. "Um, do I need to do anything, Master?"

Taking my shoulders in his hands, he quietly cleared his throat before saying, "Let's get that egg out of you first. Lay back pet, you can do it. You can see what it looks like." I did as he asked and slid two fingers inside me, wedging out the toy. Blushing hard at how wet I was, I handed it to him and he chuckled. "We'll be having lot's of fun with this." He took out his handkerchief and cleaned it, then slipped both into his pocket.

"Oh yes, I can just imagine, Master," I said, grinning. I yawned and stretched my arms overhead. I was starting to look forward to seeing Paul again. Andrew passed me a handtowel from the end of the bed and I cleaned myself up a bit. "All done!"

"Not yet, you're not."

"Um, what would you like me to do, Master?"

"I feel like teasing you all day, Dominique. So," he said, reaching for the bedside drawer. "I'd like you to pop these in."

"Mmmm, thank you, Sir," I replied, gratefully taking my Ben-Wah balls from his hand. I started wondering what he had planned. I'd be sizzling by the time Paul arrived!

"It's a nice hot day. How about putting on your bikini bottoms, the high cut ones and a nice tight t-shirt. You can pick it out."

"Gosh, um... if you think... I mean, okay! I know just which one, Master!" I giggled and bounced around like a schoolgirl. I loved dressing up for Andrew. It was so much easier than trying to decide what to wear myself. Usually it was just he and I, so I didn't mind what he chose. I mean, one thing I didn't miss was standing in front of a mirror, trying on outfit after outfit, trying to decide what to wear. And anyway, no matter who else might have been with him, Paul was coming over!

In a few minutes I was ready for Sunday morning pastries in the backyard.

"Good girl! Let's go eat!"

"Yes Sir!" I replied military fashion and we grinned at each other. Wait till Paul sees me like this! I thought.

Dominique's eyes lit up when I reminded her of Paul's visit. At that moment, it took all my willpower not to say something. But it wasn't the first time. Since the night he visited, each time I mentioned Paul's name she became coy and withdrawn. Though she appeared to be trying to hide it, she was eager to see him again and it made me feel uncomfortable. Last week I called him and we talked it over. I'd been pretty unsure about the scene Paul came up with, even though it sounded like fun.

I let him talk and he informed me of some great news and he had a great idea of killing two birds with one stone. As I listened, I realised that at the very least it would be a great scene. Even if I were wrong, I hoped Dominique would enjoy it in the end, learn much, and forgive me for doubting her. As she and I walked down to the barbeque area, I considered all the angles and figured it was a win-win situation. At the first opportunity I would let Paul know he could proceed.

And it was a perfect day: very warm with a light breeze and brilliant sunshine. Dominique finished putting sunscreen on her arms and legs and picked up the T.V. guide from the wrought iron table while picking at a Danish. I had grabbed the sports pages and was brushing up in case Paul wanted to talk sports. Glancing over at her, I smiled. She looked gorgeous in her designer sunglasses. I wanted her feeling hot and she sure looked it. Her neck had a pinkish hue that matched her cheeks and when she looked at me, her dusky blue eyes smiled as much as her mouth. Hmmm... How much should I tell her?

I was reading some rubbish about Harrison Ford but I wasn't really concentrating. I really loved being outside, sitting with Andrew at the garden setting. He would tell me to get my outdoor cushion if he wanted me kneeling, but today I was sitting on a comfortable chair in the sun. Images of Andrew and Paul working on me kept flashing through my mind, and my nipples were aching. I recrossed my legs and squeezed a little. The way Andrew had me dress told me it was going to be an interesting day, and my pussy was interested! "Master?"

"Yes, pet?"

"I, um... I have a confession to make." I wanted to tell him I was all hot and bothered.

"Can it wait, Dominique? Paul should be here soon."

"Oh, um," I hesitated. He's not in the mood. "Y... Yes, Sir. Yes, of course it can."

" 'Yes, Sir' would be fine Dominique, unless your confession is urgent."

"No, Sir. Sorry, Sir. Um, it can wait."

"All right. We'll talk about it when Paul and Lydia have left."

"Who is Lydia?" I blurted, immediately blushing. There was a woman coming over? Who is she? Oh, damn. Does that mean I won't be getting his attention? But it was so fun!

"Speak respectfully, pet."

"Sorry, Sir. I... I was just wondering who Lydia might be, Sir. You haven't mentioned her name before."

He nodded. "They are old friends. Apparently he saw her again at a bash recently. Apparently they hit it off quite well."

"Oh, um... Will we be expecting them soon, Sir?" Will he still use me?

"Yes, pet. They should be here shortly."

God, I had so many questions. I could hardly contain myself! "Would you say they are an item, Sir?" Will he still be coming over?

"An item? I'm not sure. But I think we'll find out."

"Well, he certainly deserves a good submissive, Master." I bet she's not as pretty as me.

"Someone like you, Dominique?" he asked, raising his eyebrow.

Andrew telegraphs his displeasure to me so clearly, why can't I just shut up? Until then I hadn't realised I was digging a hole for myself. Yet I couldn't stop. I hoped he couldn't read my mind. "Oh, um. Well, I just meant with him being a good friend of yours and um... He's a good Dom, and he deserves someone who can make him happy." Pleased with what I came up with, I picked up my coffee to take a sip. I hoped I'd dodged a bullet. At least Andrew seemed more interested in what I was saying, rather than what I didn't say.

"Oh really..."

"Um, yes Sir." I had an idea. "And um, I think it would be nice to have a submissive girlfriend who lives a bit closer than Gigi, too." Unless she's a bitch.

"Ahh, I see..."

"It's just that, well, sometimes it gets a bit quiet and lonely when you are away on business, Sir. I would dearly love to have a friend, a close friend, in whom I could confide..." I was on a roll now.

"Confide?"

"Yes, Sir. You know what I mean, like a girlfriend I could go shopping with, or-"

"Dominique," he interrupted.

"Y... Yes, Sir?"

"Don't say, 'You know what I mean.' I don't like the sound of it."

Oops. "I'm sorry, Sir."

"It's all right."

"All I meant was-"

"Shhh... relax." His eyes followed me as I put down the T.V. guide and took a deep breath. I don't know why I was getting worked up. I didn't want to be in trouble when Paul arrived. That would ruin everything. I bit my lip and Andrew spoke in an understanding tone. "I can see how it would benefit you to have someone with whom you might share things. And you haven't been out with your vanilla friends in a while either. Perhaps you should do that soon."

"I still talk with them on the phone. But yes, I'd like that. It's not the same though. I... I'd like someone I could talk with about everything."

"Do you find our communication inadequate, pet?"

OOPS! "Oh, gosh. No, Master! Definitely not." Just shut up!

"Then I suppose I am wondering why you believe you need someone in this role in your life, pet."

I had to fix this. "It's not that I need someone. Not at all. Just that I would like it. Sometime. Um, in the future. That's all."

"Hmmm... All right. Well, I'll think about it. Perhaps you should have asked me about this first, pet. Rather than having me drag it out of you."

"Yes, Master. I'm sorry, Master." I hadn't really thought about it that much. It was just a fleeting thought I'd ran with. But I'd painted myself into a corner and was glad I wasn't in trouble. God, what had come over me?

"We'll talk about this later," he said. I nodded and bit my lip, finally taking my own advice and shutting up. Andrew went back to reading his newspaper, and I picked my coffee and uncrossed my legs. I was getting really wet down there. Even being verbally dominated turns me on. "Oh, and pet?"

"Yes, Master?"

"Lydia is not a submissive."

"Oh. Okay." I wasn't sure what to say. Had he left the lifestyle? What did that mean? Damn it! That threw me for a loop. Would Paul still be visiting when Andrew was away? We had talked about it just last week!

Andrew had explained that Paul had permission to use me in any way in which he would. The only rule being Paul would never come over unless he and Andrew had discussed it. Andrew would know. Paul would in effect be my surrogate Master. It pleased Andrew for me to be treated in this way. To be truthful, after the first time, I found the idea very exciting and looked forward to Paul breaking the monotony during Andrew's occasional absences. Besides, I liked submitting to him. I smiled and blushed when I thought about it. He was a bit of a wild lover.

Andrew told me Dean was the only other one that I had to obey, with the same rules. Andrew said I was entitled call to confirm that he knew of their presence. Also, in the future there would be others. The hairs on my arms and the back of my neck prickled when I considered it, and I couldn't say I was terribly keen. I would do it though, but hoped it wouldn't be too often. I had my hands full already. At that thought I blushed all over again!

"Kitten?" he asked, interrupting my thoughts.

"Yes, Sir?" I loved it when he called me that.

"Be a good girl and go up to the house. Check the beers are cold enough. If they're not, put a couple in the freezer. Also, make up a batch of margueritas, okay? Keep them chilled." He checked his watch. "In fact, I'll come with you and get the steaks." Standing, he folded the paper under his arm and held out his hand for me. "C'mon, let's get this show on the road."

We walked up to the house like young lovers. "Is your lip okay?" I asked softly.

"How does it look?" he replied, making faces.

I smiled. "I can hardly tell."

"Good."

Then I had an idea. "Should I bring my cushion down to the barbeque when we return? I mean if Lydia isn't a submissive, will I be needing one?" Okay, I was fishing.

"No pet. If I want you to, you can kneel on the grass." He smiled at me and kissed my temple as we walked lazily. If he was trying to explain something to me, I didn't get it.

"Oh... All right." I trusted Andrew, but I didn't know how I felt about 'coming out' with a vanilla person. Lydia might ask all kinds of silly questions like, 'what are you doing kneeling on the ground, Dominique. There's a chair right here!' I giggled to myself, thinking it would be fun to be the shocking one, rather than the shocked one for a change.

"What's so funny?" Andrew asked.

"Well, I... I was thinking it might be embarrassing to be the only one kneeling... But then I was thinking I'd love to see the look on Lydia's face when I kneeled in front of you!" Or in front of Paul!

Andrew cracked up and whacked me on the butt as we arrived at the back of the house, sending me through the doorway. It was a playful smack, but a touch hard. Or maybe I was imagining it. Anyway, it made me grab my ass and pout! Andrew roared with laughter as he walked down the hall to the cellar door. In between fits of mirth he managed to tell me he'd get the beers organised. "Oh, and Dominique?" he asked, turning at the cellar door to face me.

"Yes Sir?"

"I hope those balls aren't bothering you."

"Oh no, Sir. I... Oh, dear!" I looked down and was mortified by the sight. My bikini bottoms were soaked through. I started to shake. God, I knew I was horny but this was ridiculous.

"Pinch your nipples."

"But, Master-"

"Just do it."

"Mmmmm..."

He chuckled. "Get the margueritas organised first. Then you can change."

I passed the mirror on the wall, the same one I had turned to on the first night with Paul. Stopping in my tracks, I turned to face it. I look like a wreck! I thought, adjusting my bikini. My nipples jutted through my t-shirt. How embarrassing! Hurry up! Jesus, they could be here at any minute! I've got to get the drinks and get changed and do my hair and...

DING!! DONG!!

"COULD YOU LET THEM IN, KITTEN?" Andrew yelled from the cellar.

"YES, SIR!" I yelled back before I knew it. Oh my god! Oh my god! They can't already be here! Quick, think! There was nothing I could do! I swallowed my pride and resolved to face the music. I was definitely going to get changed at the first opportunity! Taking a deep breath and gritting my teeth, I unlatched the front door and opened it wide, the sun streaming in behind our guests, silhouetting them. I clasped my hands together in front of my bikini. "Welcome. Welcome. Please, come in, come in." I bowed a little and squinted up into the shadowed faces.

"Oh, Dominique. You look lovely. Do you mind if I just stand here for a moment and admire you?" Paul teased. He knew!

Damn all Doms for being so observant. I blushed fiercely, looking down and immediately realising it was probably my nipples he was admiring. Half whispering, I quietly said, "You tease me Sir! We were just out um, taking some sun and... enjoying the morning and um, time got away, Sir..."

"It's okay, Dominique. You needn't explain," Paul said, guiding Lydia inside the front door. I closed it behind them.

"I'm just embarrassed. You caught me by surprise, Sir. Gosh! I'm so sorry! This must be Lydia. Forgive me. I'm very pleased to meet you, Lydia." I smiled brightly, offering her my hand to shake. She had the deepest brown eyes I had ever seen. She was lovely. She looked a bit like me actually, but her skin was lighter. Dark hair. Slim, attractive. Eyes like a cat. I was thinking she might be thirty. Goodness.