My Body-Mine (22 page)

He grabbed my arm before I had a chance to leave. “I’ll have Sarah bring dinner to you. And
bella
… I love you,” he said, and kissed my palm. He swiveled his chair, scooped me up into his lap, and kissed me deeply. After he thoroughly took my breath away, he said, “This study needs to be christened.”

“
My vote is for this chair first.” I laughed. He set me on my feet and gave me a little shove on my way.

My feelings for Marcello left me confused. We continued to grow closer, and he seemed to be opening up to me in a new way. I remained concerned over the inequity of our arrangement but couldn’t deny the comfort of the love he provided. I found it fascinating that my interactions with Chase enhanced my response to Marcello instead of impeding it. I decided to run with Chase on the beach later in the week and look for opportunities to reconnect with Janice.

I impatiently waited on the edits Claudia would make to
Falling Through
The
Rabbit Hole
and actually considered seeing my mother. I felt hugely proud that someone found my writing worthy to be published, and I wanted to tell her about it. Maybe she’d stop encouraging me to go back to my old job. At the same time, I hoped she’d never ever read my book and understand the truth about the life I had chosen. Sometimes ignorance truly is bliss.

L
ife seemed to settle down over the next few days. Each night I slept in Marcello’s bed, thoroughly satisfied with our sex and growing connection. I had arranged to run on the beach with Chase on Friday afternoon and still held off contacting my mother.

“
I have a surprise for you tonight,” Marcello said as we woke up on Thursday and I stretched out next to him.

“
Something fun, I hope,” I said, as I moved into Child’s Pose to stretch out my lower back, my arms extended in front of me.

“
Oh, I’m certain you’ll enjoy yourself. Time to start our day,” he said, swatting my bottom before he got up from the bed.

I spent the rest of the day in a knot of anticipation and titillation. During my run on the beach all sorts of possibilities for debauchery ran through my mind. Like an animal in heat, I seemed to be continually wet and stimulated.

The three of us ate a light dinner together, and I finally felt like the balance in the house had been restored until Marcello announced, “Jane and I are heading over to Matt’s in a little while. We’ll be home later tonight.”

The mood in the dining room abruptly shifted as Janice jerked to a standing position, her chair falling behind her. “What the fuck, Marcello?” she bellowed.

“
Excuse me?” Marcello spoke calmly but he had leaned forward in his seat, chest out, ready to pounce.

“
Can’t I have anything for myself?” For the first time ever I saw tears in Janice’s eyes.

“
I don’t understand,” I said. “Who is Matt?”

“
Shut up, Jane,” Janice said, not even glancing at me, still locked in a stare with Marcello.

“
Janice
,” Marcello said. He spoke in an intense, ominous whisper.

“
I’ve had enough of this shit,” Janice cried. “The both of you.” She stormed out of the room, slamming the dining room door behind her.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see the mix of rage and concern in Marcello. I watched him sorting through his emotions as they played across the screen of his face. I thought it most wise to sit quietly until he had worked out what he planned to do about Janice. Matt had to be the Dominant she had just spent time with, which meant Marcello planned to share me with him.

I had mixed feelings about the prospect. My already stimulated libido seemed to leap into overdrive, but I couldn’t help but think the plan was ill-conceived. Did Marcello have
no
other friends? Was he oblivious to Janice’s issues, or was he simply being cruel?

Finally he shook his head and said, “I had not realized Janice had become attached to Matt. During our discussion, she mostly complained about the different contortions he put her through.”

“
Maybe it’s more about you and me going together?”

“
Maybe. At any rate, Matt is expecting us, and I’ll deal with Janice later.” He rose and placed his napkin on the table. “Dress as you’d like, because you will be quickly divested of your clothing once we’re there. Prep like you usually do for play. Remember, you don’t need to think. Just listen to what I say and respond quickly. This is a reward, so no harsh disciplining will take place as long as you submit. Do you understand?”

My body sure knew what he meant and ran miles in front of my mind. My mind, however, balked at the idea of it. I had been the nucleus of two sex parties where I experienced multiple partners, but a ménage à trois seemed more intimate somehow. On the day that Luke proposed to me, he invited a young beachgoer to play, but that ended when it became clear he lacked finesse.

I worried that they might tie me in
the
weird contortions Janice
spoke of
and
I
knew I
’
d enjoy it much more with someone I knew and liked. However, I cannot lie, the prospect still left me excited and wet.

“
Yes, Sir,” I responded, despite my musings.

* * * *

Matt’s condo faced the inland waterways in Fort Lauderdale. Dressed in shorts and a long-sleeved T-shirt sans underwear, I followed Marcello in his usual garb of slacks and collared shirt up the steps to the third floor overlooking the canal.

As soon as Matt opened the door for us to enter, the rock music spilled out into the walkway. There were no introductions. Matt’s impeccably clean, spacious three-bedroom place opened into a living room with black Italian marble floors and the kitchen off to the right. Dimly lit, it had “bachelor pad” written all over it. Where Marcello’s home had the cozy, relaxing aura of a Native American lodge, Matt’s place
had all the trappings of
a den of iniquity. Black leather couches, black shelving, and black kitchen cabinets and appliances stated loudly, NO WOMAN LIVES HERE. Even the interesting art on the dark brown walls had black framing. His accent color of red could be found in the canister filled with red hots, and in the red pillows strategically placed on the sofa and chairs.

Marcello ordered, “Undress right here and place your clothing on the table by the door.”

“
Yes, Sir,” I replied. The colder air in the apartment and the impending play had goose bumps wreaking havoc across my skin. Sexually, anticipation had become my biggest turn-on. The safety of Marcello’s protection gave me the freedom to surrender fully to whatever would befall me.

Matt, like his apartment, appeared austere and masculine in his black running pants, tight black T-shirt and very short, cropped white hair. His dark tan looked rich against his bright gray-blue eyes. A frantic energy percolated around him, as if he
might
jump out of his skin. I guessed him to be a few inches taller than me and in his early forties.

“
We will begin on the sofa,” Marcello informed me. Matt sped over to the couch and spread a throw to cover the bottom cushions. Marcello’s authority clearly reigned supreme, even in another Dom’s home.

Marcello scooped me up into his arms and stepped down the two stairs into the living room. As he sat, he placed me next to him, Matt quickly taking the opposite side.
They aren’t tying me down?
I had never been in a multi-person scenario without being affixed in some manner. The turn of events thrilled me, but at the same time my freedom from confinement
left me
confus
ed
. Not sure what I could initiate, I waited with my hands in my lap—but not for long.

From the side table Matt retrieved black rope, which instantly turned me on and scared me at the same time. Would Marcello let Matt tie me in some weird configuration?

“
Standing Position Three, your back to us,” Marcello commanded.

I responded instantly, standing with my feet shoulder-width apart and hands clasped behind my back.

Matt made quick work of binding my wrists tightly together behind me.

“
Sit back down,” Marcello ordered and then imprisoned my lips
with
his.

I felt a set of unfamiliar hands roaming my body. As if choreographed, Marcello and Matt each lifted a leg and draped it over their laps, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. While Marcello buried one hand in my hair, escalating my passion with his kiss and tugging on my right nipple piercing, Matt kneaded the inside of my thigh and sucked my left tit.

Unexpectedly Marcello turned my head to face Matt, who then kissed me for the first time. He did not have the finesse of either Marcello or Luke, and his foreign taste lacked appeal. Fortunately the
brief
kiss
ended
, and he immediately distracted me with his exploration of my body, fingering my pussy and plucking at my labia.

“
She smells so good … I need to taste her,” Matt said to Marcello.

Marcello nodded and said, “I totally agree. She is
deliziosa
.”

Matt knelt down in front of me, spreading my thighs farther apart. While Marcello appropriated my mouth, Matt lapped at my wetness, tugging on both sides of my vaginal lips.

“
Oh yessss,” I groaned out into Marcello’s mouth.

Matt spread my labia wide, holding them stretched with both palms while pushing up the hood that protected my clit with his fingers. He flicked my nub, over and over again, with his pointy tongue, while using his thumbs to frig my opening. The intense friction caused my nerve endings to fire. I thrashed over the entrancement of my pussy and the twisting of my nipples by Marcello. The loud music wound its way through the encounter, offering the perfect soundtrack to the ménage à trois.

Marcello kissed and nibbled down my neck, across my chest to my rigid peaks, where he softly nipped at my right breast. I shifted to the left, trying to see around him so I could continue to watch Matt’s short cropped white hair bob between my legs.

Riding the edge of release, I breathed out heavily and said, “Sir?”

“
Yes, Jane, as many as you want and can achieve.”

“
Oh god, oh yes, oh please, yessss,” the guttural moan escaped me. The music ceased to exist as Marcello’s hands roved my body and teeth bit my earlobe, while Matt continually ravished my unveiled clit. Lost in the multiple sensations of being touched, tugged, lapped, and kissed, I soared around the moon, exploded, and—ever so slowly—floated like a feather on the wind, back to earth.

During my recovery the men must have undressed. The driving bass, pounding out
of
the speakers, brought me back to consciousness as they positioned my mouth over the lap of Matt, who now lounged in front of me on the couch. My position—knees on the cushions with my butt up in the air and my lips hovering over Matt’s smaller cock—left me feeling like the ever-slutty whore. Instead of rejecting the task, I relished it. Letting the moment sink in, I dipped my mouth to suck on his stiff rod.

Janice had given me an accurate description of his dick. His significantly smaller cock, though dwarfed by Marcello’s, became impressively rigid, and the head, slightly smaller than the shaft, curved to the right. She had failed to mention his sharp masculine scent. I had to wonder if with love came the vivid desire for the natural fragrance of one’s adoration. Both Luke’s and Marcello’s natural scent aroused me. Matt’s scent did not.

The image of Chase blazed to the forefront, leaving me wondering if I’d enjoy his smell and his cock. He became the tool that kept me enticed while I performed
fellatio
on Matt. I envisaged Chase’s hardness in my mouth, my saliva pooling around him as I sucked on the bigger flared head I’d imagined into being.

Marcello moved behind me as I
sucked
the fantasy phallus of Chase. He massaged my shoulders, working his hands down to my waist. I could feel his hardness against me and craved to be filled as only he could do. As I wiggled my ass against him, he laughed. “Is this what you want, naughty girl?” he said, wrenching his member from between us and onto my buttocks.

“
Mmmhmm,” I mumbled around Matt/Chase’s cock.

Without a word Marcello doused his hard erection into me in one smooth stroke, using my tied wrists as leverage. His thrusts propelled me deeper onto Matt’s extremity. I took him fully into my mouth without gagging. Like a seesaw, the back and forth jostling had my orifices jockeying for penetration. I could hear the smacking sound as Marcello pierced my soaked cunt, jerked me
o
nto him, and used his free hand to spank my right buttock. Switching hands, he gave my other side the same treatment.

So incredibly stimulated, I wished silently that he would just once flick my clit and send me screaming over the edge. As if hearing my thoughts, he reached around my side and began manipulating my most sensitive spot in time with his delicious invasion.

Forward and back it went, allowing me to draw in breath and then not. I panted when Marcello jerked me against him and mostly off of Matt’s phallus. Matt reached under me and manhandled my breasts and nipples. All the sensations had me very close to another orgasm.

“
How much longer?” Marcello asked Matt over my shoulder.

“
I’m more than ready.”

“
Jane?”

“
Yes, please,” I mumbled around the cock in my mouth.