Chapter 18

Abi Long watched as Grant left with Tiffany. So much had happened in the last twenty-four hours and she felt like she was the proverbial phoenix rising reborn from the ashes of her old life. It was just yesterday she thought she’d never get away from Dean Chadwick. Just yesterday she’d been forced to act like she loved the asshole and act as his loving and submissive girlfriend or risk her and her mother losing everything.

Then, like a cleansing fire, her mother had burned it all to the ground. Bringing them to Grant and begging him to claim them, protect them, own them. By all rights, he could have accepted her terms and things would be so different today. Instead, Grant had offered them an alternative. He asked Abi to marry him and instead of making her one of his growing number of submissive women, he’d raised her to the dominant mistress to his master, allowing Abi to grow and explore her own sexually dominant side.

He’d recognized her mother for what she was as well. Grant, with a simple few words, had offered her the opportunity to have the sexual gratification she’d not been able to fully experience since Abi’s father became ill.

Thinking about that from her new position she realized so much that had confused her about her mom and dad was clearer now that she was paying attention to her mother’s sexual needs. Things they had done and said that she didn’t understand when she was younger suddenly were completely clear. Just knowing her mother was into BDSM and humiliation had made them clearer.

She had realized just a little while ago that her mom had a thing for ‘Pet Play’. She could remember how, when she was younger, her mom blushing when her dad had called Becky a “good girl” while patting her back or head. He used to call her mom his little love puppy around the house and even around his friends and Abi had just thought it was a weird term of endearment.

Now she knew it wasn’t, but probably because of Abi at the time, and Pet Play had evolved a bit since those days. They hadn’t gone farther than that.

Abi now planned to push her mom. To find her hard limit on how far she was willing to go with that and the whole bondage/pain thing, too. Abi smiled, thinking of the fun she was about to set up for her mom and Grant.

Unlike Dean, Grant had listened to Abi’s observations about the other women in his house. He’d welcomed her opinion on his other relationships and made her feel like an equal partner. Tonight he was doing what Abi had suggested and asking Tiffany to become part of their Polyamory marriage.

Yes, the last twenty-four hours had definitely changed things and yet Abi couldn’t shake the feeling that everything had been going too smoothly. Dean and his father weren’t known for giving up so easily. It convinced her they were up to something. Something that would try to mess with her newfound happiness and bring Grant into trouble and her and her mother back under their thumbs.

Just then, she heard shuffling behind her and turned to see her mom dressed in the naughty business woman suit Grant had picked out for her. It looked good on her mom. “Hey baby, what are you doing out here?”

“Reflecting on life and making some plans.”

“Anything I need to worry about as your mother or as your lowly pain slut?”

Abi shook her head. “Not really, wondering when the other shoe is going to drop. It worries me that the Chadwick’s have seemed to give up, you know that isn’t like them.”

Beth’s arms wrapped around her daughter from behind. “I know it worries me, too. But thankfully I don’t have to worry about them, that’s what I have you and Grant for now.”

Abi turned and hugged her. “You know that I still love and respect you, right? I know we are humiliating you and treating you like a plaything, but as my mom, I’ve never been prouder. You know what you need, and you are finally allowing yourself to admit and embrace it.”

“Thank you Abi, that means a lot to me. I’m proud of you, too. Watching you become a confident young woman these last few days has been part of why I’m brave enough to share who I am and what I need.”

Abi smiled. “Thank you, too. Mom, we need to talk about this afternoon in the den, though. I know we said no soft line word but we need one. You needed to talk about the fact that the clamps were becoming a problem. We need a yellow word or a time out word that means you need to stop to talk about something or explain something. Both Grant and I are still learning about BDSM, pain play and humiliation play, so there are conversations we need to have and you need to tell us if the direction we are going works or doesn’t for you. For example, the girls and I read earlier about people that love being used as a human toilet. It was in the BDSM section of the D/s training Grant has Tiffany taking. Are you into that or have you wanted to try that?”

Becky made a disgusted face. “I wouldn’t like that, never even thought of that, but I know I wouldn’t want someone to use me like a toilet.”

“See, that’s why we need to have some conversations and during play need to pause if you need to tell us that doesn’t do good things for you. What if Grant had just used you? I’m not saying he wanted to or would have. But by the rules earlier, the only way you could have stopped that was to say Submarine and then you wouldn’t be getting collared tonight.”

Becky nodded. “So what are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking that your pause word should be Periscope since your safe word is Submarine. Those are two words we will almost never use in a sexual environment.”

Just then, Fiona found them. “Hey if we’re still going shopping we need to leave soon. Can we take your car Mrs. Long I hate the piece of crap dad gave me.”

Abi smiled. “Let’s take Grant’s new truck.”

Fiona’s eyes got round. “Grant bought a new truck? I thought he bought that new electric Harley.”

Abi laughed. “He did, he bought both. The guy gave him a great deal on his wrecked bike and, with the ‘presidential incentive rebate’ for buying an alternative fuel vehicle, it made the Electric Harley the same price as the used one he was going to buy. Then he went and splurged on the truck. Wanted a hybrid but four-wheel drive for the winter. The truck is seriously awesome. I gotta drive it home from the dealer.”

They went outside and Abi laughed at the drool and envy on Fiona’s face. “Want to drive it? Then you can tell Grant you drove his truck before he did.”

“He didn’t test drive it?”

Abi laughed again. “He did, but we’ll tell him that doesn’t count. It wasn’t his when he test drove it. So you and I will have driven his truck before he did. He should have taken it since he took Tiffany and she was in her skirt, but I think he forgot he bought it because we had to park on the street earlier.”

Fiona climbed in the driver’s seat and ran her hand over the steering wheel. “I want one. I know he won’t let me have it. He’ll want to get me a SUV and being the stay at home mommy of our unit, that’s what I’ll end up with. But man, I love this truck and I haven’t even driven it yet.”

Abi shook her head. “No, I won’t let him put you in a mommy mobile. No reason you can’t be the kick ass mom with the cool ass truck.”

Fiona smiled. “Thank you Abi.”

They got to Pink Cherry’s, and Abi gave both Fiona and her mom warning. “This shop is off the wall sexy and the doorbell is hilarious. Cherry is ... well, she is unique. She will just flat out say what’s on her mind, so don’t be surprised at what comes out her mouth.”

Becky spoke up. “She’s always been that way.”

Abi looked back at her mom. She didn’t know why she was surprised but she was. “MOM? You know Cherry?”

“Charity Pinkston? Yes, she was my home-economics teacher when I was in high school. They made her resign after her divorce and she opened this shop as sort of a slap to the PTA’s face for ostracizing her for getting divorced.” Becky blushed. “And your father and I might have bought some things from her from time to time.”

Abi was shocked, but not too shocked. It made since, because this was the nicest adult toy store in town. The other two she’d looked at online were more old porn shops run by sleazy men on the outskirts of town and she would never have felt comfortable shopping there. She opened the door and laughed at Fiona and her mother’s shock when the door chime went off. “Spank Me, Master.”

They all entered, and Abi froze when they were greeted by a young woman and not Cherry herself. “Hi Y’all, welcome to the Pink Cherry.”

Never in her life had Abi seriously wanted to have sex with a woman. Her time with Tiffany, Cecilia, Fiona, her Mom, and even Cherry was all more about sharing them with Grant. But this woman was a walking wet dream come true. Abi felt her panties soak as she realized this was Cheri Pinkston. The innocent twenty-year-old that Grant was supposed to teach about sex and take her cherry. But all Abi was thinking was she wanted to fuck this girl, she wanted this sexy woman under her, over her. Abi wanted to take Cheri’s girl on girl virginity with or without Grant taking her actual cherry.

Cheri was about five foot two with the blondest hair Abi had ever seen. It was almost white, it was so blonde. The cut was cute but different, long in the back like touching the top of her ass long and only chin length in the front. For about three inches, she had dyed the ends cotton candy hot pink. The girl’s eyes were the color of fine Kentucky whiskey, a caramel colored amber, and the girl had no need for makeup and wasn’t wearing any.

She had the plumpest lips Abi had ever seen outside of collagen filled porn stars and they had the hottest wettest looking cotton candy hot pink lip gloss she’d ever seen. Her breasts were slightly smaller than Fiona’s, probably 30-32B cups at most. Abi knew because the girl was wearing a light pink, off the shoulder, puff sleeved crop top that was cropped just over and under those tits and the nipples were highly visible, poking against the fabric of the top. Her midriff was exposed, and the skin was the perfect golden tan color of a girl raised in the Georgia sun.

Hanging from Cheri’s belly button was a sweet little piercing. Two tiny silver chains, each with a little pink cherry charm hanging from them.

She wore distressed denim shorts so small that made daisy dukes look large. With a pink bandana around the waist like a belt. Her legs were encased in sheer pink lace topped thigh highs with a seam running up the back and a pair of hot pink 4 inch heel cowboy style boots on her dainty little feet.

Abi’s mouth watered, and her heart pounded. She swallowed and said. “Hello you must be Cheri Pinkston. I’m Abi Long. I believe you’re making a delivery to my place soon.”

The girl blushed at Abi’s obvious once over. “I thought I was making a delivery to the McLeod’s place.”

Fiona looked over at Abi. She smiled and the look on her mistress’s face was pure lust and she knew what was going through Abi’s head. She’d bet all the marbles that Abi wanted to put a collar on the little smoke show in pink. And not to help with Grant’s problem, either. There might be actual drool on Abi’s chin. “You are, I’m Fiona McLeod. It’s our house, Abi lives there too. She’s our mistress and my brother’s fiancée.”

Just then Cherry came out and Abi shook off her girl love long enough to walk toward their older friend. Until she got behind Cheri and then she looked back at the most perfect ass, and she just wanted to drop to her knees, yank the girl’s shorts off, bury her head in that perfect ass and eat the girl until she was screaming for Abi to own her. And by God Abi was going to find a way to keep this girl.

Thankfully, Cherry got her attention. “I just finished putting your order together. You said you wanted my help with a couple of things when you called earlier?”

“Yes, and don’t think I’m leaving here without you explaining why you didn’t tell us your granddaughter was liquid sex on legs.”

Cherry looked at her. “I guess because I don’t really see her that way. As a woman, I know she’s adventurous or wants to be, and innocent. As her Granny, I still see my little pigtail wearing tomboy, not the young woman she’s become.”

“Grant’s gonna be hard every moment she’s around.”

Cherry put her hand on Abi’s wrist. “Don’t you let that man of yours lose his head tonight. You both promised me she’d be pleasured and eased into sex, not taken like a conquest.”

Abi swallowed. “I’m not worried about Grant losing his head, he is a gentleman but damn Cherry, I almost jumped her in the aisle.”

“Well, I don’t mind if she wants to explore with you, but don’t push her Abi. You play gently and teach her right, too.” The worry on her older lover’s face sobered Abi and broke her lust drunkenness.