Playing Doctor (14 page)

“I think it is time our sex slave continues with her official duties,” he says thickly to Elliott.

After taking the end of the chain that is still attached to the collar around my neck, he slowly pulls me to standing. I wobble quite a bit from the liquor but also from the intense desire, and holding me upright, Luka reaches down and takes off my shoes. Turning without a word, he takes the end of my leash and begins walking to the stairs to the loft. I follow docilely behind, still naked and now barefoot. I notice Elliott has scooped up the mysterious bag and is coming too. What more could still be in there I wonder?

In the loft, Luka orders me to lie down faceup on the center of the large bed. Then Elliott takes a rope out of the bag. A rope!

“We will not tolerate any resistance from our slave,” he says as he binds my hands and ties them to the bed above my head. Then he takes out a blindfold and covers my eyes. Now I really feel helpless. I can't move my hands, can't see, and they won't allow me to talk. I trust Elliott after our many years together, but Luka adds an element of uncertainty, and my senses are heightened.

From the foot of the bed, I hear Luka say, “Tonight you won't know which one of us is touching you. We'll do anything we want to you, but you won't know who is doing it.”

I shiver wildly and can't help the loud moan that erupts from my throat. They are silent now, and I can hear that they are moving around. I hear the bag being opened again. What now? Then I feel a softness glide over my body—is it a feather? The gentle feathering caresses my whole body on both sides as I lay shuddering and softly moaning.

Then I feel a mouth on my breast, sucking and even biting. I arch into the mouth, moaning, and try to grab the head to hold it to my breast, remembering as my hands are jerked back that I am tied to the bed. Now my other breast is being suckled, and I moan, rolling my head from side to side. I'm on fire.
What next?
I wonder wildly.

I feel a toe being suckled, and a hand reaches between my legs and flicks my clit. Too quickly it goes away as I try to rear into the hand for more. Then a tongue replaces the finger at my pussy. I'm almost mindless now as the mouth suckles my clit, but I wonder who it is. Luka and I are such new lovers that he hasn't yet kissed me down there. I'm frantic to know who is doing what to me, and it's overwhelming as I writhe and moan on the bed. Now someone is squeezing my breast, then pinching my other nipple. Four hands are caressing my entire body as two tongues lick here and there at the same time.

“Please,” I can't help moaning. “Please!” which is cut off as a tongue stabs into my mouth. Whose tongue is it? Now I'm being passionately kissed both on my mouth and my pussy at the same time. This fantasy may not have been on my list, but this is more erotic than I could ever have imagined. I'm so close, reeling with abandon and excitement, moaning loudly, almost crying from want.

And then it all stops cold. All hands and mouths are gone from my body, nothing but darkness and isolation and my raging desire.

“Wait, please. I need…” I plead with them.

“Do you need us?” asks Luka in a husky, deep voice, the accent really strong now. “Do you want us to finish you?” he taunts.

I can tell both men are at the foot of the bed as I lay there panting, wanting them back.

Elliott speaks now: “We want you wild with desire, begging and pleading for more, and we'll ensure that you are well pleased, we promise. But, will you take whatever we offer? Do whatever we want? No resistance, slave?”

“Yes. Yes, please, anything,” I beg. “I'll do anything you want!”

I'm on fire and I don't really care now what they ask of me, just finish me. There is movement as the men crawl back onto the bed, and the roaming hands and tongues resume their thorough exploration of my body. I don't care who's doing what now, I just want more. My body is bucking and I'm pulling at the bondage.

Then I feel a warm male body climb over me and a gentle probing penis at my mouth. I welcome the large cock, sucking it deeply into my mouth, hungrily licking and suckling. Yes, more—I want more.

Now another man is climbing over my hips and there is the same gentle probing between my legs. I spread my legs wider and the unnamed lover plunges in, spearing into my cunt strongly. I'm well and truly a sex slave now, with two men getting serviced by me at the same time. And I welcome the invasion, moaning and hungrily working my mouth and hips for more.

The men's moans and pants have joined my passionate cries as the tempo gets faster with the two men wildly ramming their cocks into me at the same time. Faster and faster, until together we scream out our release as mindless orgasms overtake all of us at the same time.

Slowly I return to earth as I feel my hands untied and the blindfold removed. The men are lying on either side of me and smiling down at me. I can tell they want to make sure I'm okay with it, and I give them both quick kisses before languorously lying back into the bed. We make our usual “Valerie Sandwich” with me in the middle snuggling on the bed while we lazily relax together. Soon it will be time to go home, but for now, I smile dreamily and wonder at the sexually free woman I've become. Life is good!

Before we leave, Luka takes me aside, hugging me warmly, and whispers into my ear, “Next weekend is my birthday. Don't get me wrong. I love, and I mean
love
our ménage-a-friends-with-benefits. It's certainly not something I ever expected to have in my life. But I was wondering, do you think Elliott would mind or would allow me to have one night alone with you as a present, maybe?”

“Your birthday wish thrills me,” I whisper back, “but only if Elliott is totally okay with the idea. If we mess up our new ménage friendship, then we all lose.”

Luka nods, and I give him a quick kiss on the lips.

“I'll call you and let you know, and happy birthday!” I say.

Luka stops me and murmurs, “If you do come, wear your black fuck-me shoes, would you?”

As we drive home,
Elliott wants to know what we were whispering about. I explain and make it clear that I will not do anything that he doesn't want me to. Elliott's adventurous and giving spirit is allowing the three of us to have the time of our lives, even if we know it's only a short-term affair. Probably by next year this momentary interlude in our lives will be over. But I don't want to end it prematurely by causing jealousy or hurt feelings.

Elliott is silent for a few moments. “This isn't really what I agreed to.”

I open my mouth to say never mind, but he cuts me off with, “But as a birthday present, sure, but only this once.”

What an amazing guy! I make a mental note to shower him with even more affection this week. Elliott will have no doubt how very much I love him.

***

The week passed oh so slowly, but finally tonight is my solo date with Luka. I'm driving there alone—a first. If I'm honest with myself, I have to admit that I'm already incredibly turned on. I have on the same red lacy underthings as our first night as a threesome, a sort of surprise for him. I'm also a little anxious, because I haven't been alone with another man for more than twenty years. Of course, we've had lots of wild sex together in the last few months, but knowing I'll be all alone with Luka for the first, possibly the only time, makes it seem more intimate, more personal.

Luka opens the door and pulls me into a warm embrace, his deep, husky voice whispering that he's been thinking of nothing else all week but having me here alone.

And he thanks me for wearing my fuck-me shoes. “I think I could lose my license for encouraging you to wear those sexy things, but they really are hot and with that tight dress…”

Luka pauses to caress his hands down my body before continuing, “That first night we had drinks, I just sat there thinking how I wanted to slowly peel that dress off you and then make love to you with just your shoes on. You must have noticed I was a little tongue-tied.”

Eyes locked on mine, Luka slowly lowers his face to me and gently brushes his lips across mine, almost reverently. They taste warm, with a hint of wine. Deepening the kiss, he crushes me to his body, and our tongues swirl around each other's until I hear myself moaning deeply in the back of my throat.

Breaking the contact between our lips to look me in the eyes, Luka says, “Tonight, for this one night, you are just mine. I'm going to love you thoroughly, just you and me. I'm going to take my time arousing every inch of your body till you cry out my name, till you are begging me, Luka, to enter you and fuck you.”

I am instantly wet, hungry, burning, and my body sways toward him. He slowly takes my hand and leads me farther into his home. As I look around the room, it's clear he has spent time making it a romantic, intimate place. There are candles everywhere giving off a seductive light. Soft music plays and he has set a place for two on the low table in front of the couch.

“Luka!” I exclaim. “Wow, this is amazing, but I'm here as your birthday present and you've done all the work!”

“I want this to be special, different,” Luka says as he tugs me down onto the couch.

Dinner is an assortment of finger foods and dips that we feed each other, licking each other's fingers clean. Quickly, this evolves into full-blown foreplay—kissing, touching, and nibbling. Forgetting about the food altogether, we realize it is time.

Luka stands and offers his hand to help me up. I am so aroused, so weak and trembling. Will I be able to walk in these super-high heels up the stairs to the loft? With a whoosh I find myself swung up into his arms, cradled there against his strong chest as he carries me to his bed.

In our time as a threesome, our sexual experiences have swung back and forth from wild to playful to really out there. But tonight with Luka is going to be different, I can tell. As he carries me, he is looking down at me with the same self-confidence I saw in him at that first doctor's visit. His deep, dark eyes are locked on mine, and I know he's masterfully in charge. Any anxiousness I felt earlier is long gone. We truly know each other as friends and lovers, and tonight we'll build on that relationship.

Gently he sets me on my feet and slowly slides his hands down my dress. After grasping the hem, he begins to pull it up over my head while looking intently down at my body. Luka gasps as he sees my red panties and smiles wickedly down at me.

“I like the gift wrapping on my present,” he says. “But the shoes stay on.”

Now I'm lying on the bed with just my red underwear and sexy pumps. His eyes, which haven't left mine as he lowered me down, begin a slow, languorous perusal of my body. His look is almost tangible—I can feel it on me like a gentle presence. A moan is wrung from my throat; I can't help it as his eyes pause on my breasts.
Oh, touch me, please.
Did I say that out loud or just think it?

His eyes continue down across my stomach, over my mound, and across my inner thighs, and finally down to my sexy pump-clad feet. Unaware, I am moving restlessly on the bed, undulating slightly. Feeling urgency, I reach out to him, pleading for him to join me.

“Shh,” he breathes as he quietly but firmly shakes his head. “We have all night. I'm not going to rush anything.”

His eyes begin a slow trip back up my legs to settle at my mound, still covered in bright red lace. The rush of heat to my pussy practically sends me over the top, and I moan loudly this time.

“Please, Luka, please. I need you. Now!” I gasp out.

Once again I'm reminded of our first meeting as he gives me that quirky, charming smile of his. I can tell he is rock hard inside his jeans, but he just winks and shakes his head. Then he does a striptease for me, slowly pulling his sweater over his head, followed by his jeans and briefs. He is so handsome, so strongly masculine, with curly black hair on his chest that trails down to his penis.

I feel like I know Luka very intimately after these ten weeks, but tonight seems different. We're alone together, without Elliott there looking on or joining in. Even without ropes or blindfolds the air is charged with sexuality. It is more private, more intimate. I'm extremely turned on, but also wonder if maybe this should be taboo. Are we crossing a line that shouldn't be crossed?

After crawling onto the bed with me, Luka slides his arm under my shoulders and kisses me on the lips. I feel his tongue enter my mouth to play with my tongue—a warm, quiet dance between us. Then his mouth drops little kisses on down my neck as he makes a trail to my breasts. There he begins licking me, swirling his tongue around my nipples until I'm arching into him and my nipples are hard little buds. As he sucks a breast into his mouth, I moan and thread my fingers through his hair.

I feel truly wonderful, and I realize that I have great affection for Luka, maybe even a little love. This is dangerous ground, so I stop letting myself think and just respond physically to what Luka is doing to me, with me. My hands start roaming over his back, down his arms, over every part of his body I can reach. I can tell he likes this from the little murmurs he's making. Slowly I reach between his long legs and grasp his penis with both hands to squeeze and caress him. His guttural moans encourage me to rub harder and faster.

He moves lower out of my reach, and I feel him kiss my pussy. This is almost too much, so intimate. I haven't allowed this with him before, although what he did when I was blindfolded—well, who knows?

Sensing my reluctance, Luka moves lower, licking my inner thigh and making small nips with his teeth. My legs drop open to encourage more, and I find I'm reaching my hands to bring him back as my traitorous pussy arches up to him, wanting his mouth back on me. My mind might say stop, but my body wants it badly. Laughing, he murmurs that I'm not sure what I want, but he won't stop until I'm begging him.

He kisses my ankle and then slowly removes a shoe. I gasp loudly when I feel his tongue sweep up the sensitive, ticklish sole of my foot. Then Luka suckles my toes, before moving to my other foot. Again, the shoe comes off and he repeats his teasing torture. Then Luka licks his way back up the other thigh toward the apex of my legs. I'm writhing and whimpering in anticipation as his face gets closer.

But he skips over my mound and tickles my stomach with his tongue. No, no, I want his mouth on my sex, as I try to gently push him back down. He laughs quietly at me as his hands and mouth continue to roam everywhere on my body, except where I want it most. Tweaking my nipples with his fingers and then kissing my neck, he places a finger in my mouth for me to suck, which I do eagerly. His tongue continues to lick all over my torso but doesn't go lower again. Instead his other hand begins teasing my clitoris, until I'm moaning and on the verge of coming.

But just before I go over the edge, his hand glides away and he murmurs, “You know what I want to hear.”

“Luka!” I cry out. “Please, Luka, I want you to make love to me. Only you tonight. Please, Luka. I need you now.”

After practically throwing himself onto me, Luka kisses me with a demanding force. He hands me a condom as he orders, “Put this on!”

Once I'm done, his mouth lands back on mine, demanding a passionate response, at the same time that he powerfully rams his penis into my vagina. I'm still crying out his name over and over, and we mate forcefully, both of us rocking our hips to slam into each other until we explode with a delicious orgasm, mine followed swiftly by Luka's. After drifting back to reality, I gently kiss him on his cheeks and nose and then mouth.

“Happy birthday,” I murmur before we both fall into a restful sleep with our arms wrapped around each other. Any ramifications of our actions or my growing feelings will be dealt with later. I wake in a couple hours, feeling utterly relaxed and peaceful, and the slight smile on Luka's face while he sleeps tells me he feels much the same.