Just A Spanking: Tales of Dominance and Submission (11 page)

"No, you are." I grinned at her, and she couldn't help responding. God, she was gorgeous! "How long have you known him?"

"I met Mike about three months ago.
In Central Park.
He was so charming and
attentive,
I guess I fell for him right away. He kind of swept me off my feet."

"That's Michael, alright." I drank deeply. The whiskey burned my throat. I felt confused
–
 
angry
, disappointed, reckless, and
 
aroused by the presence of this exquisite rival. I took another gulp. "Plus, of course, he's fabulous in bed."

Now it was her turn to blush. "Yes," she murmured softly, thick lashes momentarily hiding her down-turned eyes. "He certainly is."

"I'm Alex, by the way–Alexandra, officially." I held out my hand and she took it. Her skin felt as velvety as it looked.

"Lucia."
She smiled at me again. "I can't exactly say I'm pleased to meet you, Alex, but I can see why Mike would want you."

"Likewise..."

We both fell silent. I felt a need to change the subject.

"So–why all the groceries?"

"I was going to make a romantic dinner for Mike. You know, surprise him."

"Well, he will certainly be surprised! He and I were planning to order take-out Thai and stay in tonight. You know, have a quiet evening at home."

Lucia gave another of those throaty laughs. "Well, whatever else happens, I doubt that this evening will be quiet."

"You're planning to stay?"

"I wouldn't want miss the look on his face when he sees the two of us. Would you?"

"I guess not. But what are we going to do?"

Lucia stood up with sudden determination. "Well, first and foremost, I'm going to take a shower and change. I must reek." She handed me her empty glass. "I won't be long.
Meanwhile, why don't you pour us another round?"

I picked up the groceries and brought them into the kitchen.
Fresh shrimp, salad veggies, mangoes and vanilla ice cream for dessert.
Michael was one lucky bastard. After stowing the perishables, I returned to refresh our drinks.

Lucia left the door to the bedroom open. I could hear the sounds of water, and her voice singing in something other than English. I could also hear my heart pounding in my ears. My body was taut with emotion. I really couldn't separate the anger from the desire. It was weird.

The bathroom door opened, and Lucia emerged from a cloud of steam like a tawny Venus rising from the sea. She had wrapped a towel around her ample body. Droplets of water beaded on her silky shoulders and ran down into the hollow between her breasts.

She smiled at me in encouragement. "Can I have that drink now?" I was annoyed to see that my hand was trembling as I gave it to her.

Lucia sat on the bed. She sipped her whiskey thoughtfully.
"Now.
What can we do to make him pay for his dishonesty and poor faith?"

She patted the spot beside her. I sat down, careful not to brush against her towel-clad form or her bare limbs, not wanting to give her the wrong idea. Well, not exactly the wrong idea. I just didn't want to scare her away.

What
would
be a fitting punishment for the philandering jerk? I tried to think, but my head was full of Lucia's scent. Her closeness was just too distracting.

"I know!" she exclaimed suddenly. She put down her drink and pulled open the drawer of the bed table. "These should do nicely," she said, triumphantly holding aloft a set of handcuffs.

My heart did a somersault. "How did you know about those? Did you and he–do that sort of thing?" I was freshly outraged.

Lucia
nodded,
a half smile on her lips. "I'd never done anything kinky before, but Mike was so–imaginative. With him, it felt safe. And it was such a turn-on..."

"
That creep
! He swore to me that I was the only person that he would ever trust in a BDSM scene. That I had awakened him to the possibilities and
he
only wanted to share them with me!"

"He was probably telling the truth," said Lucia with a sad little smile.
"At the time."

"Bastard, bastard, bastard!"
I was still furious. "We should really make him suffer."

"Oh, we will," said Lucia. She tossed the towel on the bed and retrieved from her bag a crimson satin bustier and matching mini-skirt. I was paralyzed with lust, watching her slip these provocative items on over her ripe nakedness. She lifted her plaits off her neck and turned her elegant back toward me. "Could you do this up this for me?"

My fingers shook so much I could hardly fasten the row of tiny satin-covered buttons. One lone braid hung down her spine; I had the strongest urge to take it in my mouth. It seemed to me that I was taking forever, but Lucia was not impatient. When I finally finished, she turned to face me, hands behind her head and hip cocked in a mock cheesecake pose.

"What do you think?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat. My jeans were painfully tight, and I could feel my pussy weeping into my panties. "Outrageous!"

She took my hand and led me back to the living room. "Now, let's figure out an exact plan. He should be home any minute now."

*****

Lucia and I sat on the couch in the dark, listening to the sound of Michael's key and the creak of the door opening. "Hello!" he called, in that smooth, cultured voice that always melts me to liquid lust. "Alex?
 
Are you here? What's going on?"

He flipped on the light, noticed that someone was on the couch.
"Hi, Alex!
 
What's up? Why were you sitting in the dark?" It took a remarkably long time for him to realize that I was not alone.

"Good evening, Mike," Lucia purred, standing up so he got an eyeful of her costume. I could see that his cock registered her presence before his mind did. His tailored trousers suddenly showed
an
 
unsightly
bulge at the crotch.

"What–? What are you doing here? What's going on?" His face was red with embarrassment, but he was trying to act annoyed and righteous. "You shouldn't be here, you weren't invited..."

Lucia strode over to Michael and stood before him with her arms akimbo. She was nearly as tall as he was. "Alexandra told me that you two planned to spend the evening together here in your apartment. She and I have decided, though, that it would
be
 
more
entertaining with all three of us."

Michael looked at me, something like desperation in his eyes. "Alex, I meant to tell you."

"Yes, I'm sure you did," I said evenly. "It just somehow slipped your mind." Lucia now had her arm through Michael's and was leading him toward the bar. I joined her, taking his other arm. Bewildered, he did not resist. "And what about poor Lucia, your true love? Did you intend to tell her about me?"

"Yes, well– of course I did, I believe that honesty is the core of all good relationships..."

Lucia and I burst out laughing. The thing was
,
he did believe that.
Poor Michael.

"What do you think we should do with you, Mike?" asked Lucia quietly, an ominous tone in her voice. "Don't you think you deserve to be punished for your infidelity?"

"Infidelity?
I wasn't unfaithful!" He seemed truly outraged. I just shook my head. Despite the emotional stress, he still sported an impressive hard-on.

"Lucia and I think that we should both dump you. Leave you all alone and horny, at least until you can find some other unfortunate woman to lure into your bed."

A look of genuine distress crossed Michael's face. "No, no, please! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you.
Either of you.
It won't happen again."

"You mean you're going to give up one of us, and be faithful to the other?" Lucia asked archly. "Which one of us will you discard?"
       

Painfully confused, Michael looked from one of us to the other. His hands clenched in indecision. "No, I didn't mean...I don't know. I want you both."
 
His voice took on a pleading quality. "Please. I don't know what to do."

"Okay," I said. "Then we'll tell you. If you obey, then maybe one of us will decide to stay with you. Maybe even both of us. But if you resist, baby, we're gone.
Out the door and out of your life forever.
Got it?"

He nodded, looking nervous.

"Strip," said Lucia, softly but firmly.

"What?"

"You heard her," I gave him the most baleful glare I could muster. "Get naked.
Now."

It was hilarious, watching Michael take off his clothes. Here he was, with two women who had been his lovers for months, and he was shy. Lucia and I grinned at each other, watching him hesitate before taking off his briefs. His erection was prouder than ever, but now that things were not on his terms, our Michael was not as macho as usual.

Finally he stood in front of us, his cock bobbing in time with his pulse. I grabbed it and squeezed, and was rewarded with a moan.

"Impressive," I said. "I know that you think so, too. Let me just warn you, though. If you come without permission, we will both leave you.
Forever."
I squeezed again.
"Time to show off your self-control."

Lucia took his hand and pulled him over to a
nineteen-fifties
replica bar stool, with black leather upholstery and chrome legs. "Now, Mike, we want you to bend over, with your hips against the seat of this stool."

He tried to twist away, but Lucia held him with a grip of iron. "Shall we go, then?" she murmured in his ear. Michael shook his head, clearly miserable. "Well, then. Do as I say."

Awkwardly, he bent at the waist and laid his belly on the stool. "Spread your thighs for balance," Lucia crooned, "and hold on to the legs of the stool." He obeyed. In a flash, Lucia had secured his wrists to the chrome bars with the handcuffs.

"What!" he sputtered. "What do you think you're doing?"

"It's for your own good, Mike. In case you get second thoughts." She reached down between his parted legs and lightly cupped his balls. "Just think about how much you enjoyed fucking us. That will make it all go easier."

Michael just moaned.

"So, Alex.
Do you want to go first?"

"I'd love to," I said. I walked around so that Michael could see my face. "You always said that I had initiated you into the delights of dominance and submission. Well, consider this part of your ongoing education."

I circled back and examined his butt. Muscled, tanned, with the barest covering of down.
A very sexy butt.
I planted a wet kiss on one of his cheeks,
then
ran my tongue down the crevice between them. He writhed.