Cuck: Part 2

The beautiful thing about Rodney was that he would give them space, and happily. Jade was sure of that. She had called the car before they’d even left the dining room. There was nothing she hated more than waiting when it was unnecessary.

It hadn’t taken much convincing to get Iz to come back home with her. She knew as soon as she saw Iz that she was the one. It wasn’t so much what she was wearing, as compelling as her colorful outfit was. It was her scowl. Even decorated from head to toe like an ornate Christmas tree, the woman managed to project an air of hostility Jade found intoxicating. Jade had watched Iz chatting with Peter. Simple Peter. They were fucking. It was plain as day. Why she had settled upon him, Jade could only hypothesize.

Why did remarkable women give themselves to such unremarkable men, herself included? She looked up to see Rodney staring at her. If he could keep constant tabs on her location, he would, but she had set a boundary early on: he would respect her right to privacy and full autonomy in her comings and goings. To his credit, he had abided by her rules. If he wanted her time he would make an appointment. If he was worried about her, he would send an open ended text.

At a glance, she and Rodney seemed ill suited to each other. He was stable, rooted, unadventurous for the most part. He liked safe bets and dedicating himself to arduous projects, too boring for words, Jade mused. And yet, he had his charm, and this was an example.

As Rodney performed his humility routine, Jade had made eye contact with Iz, who stood alone, abandoned while Peter attended to his social duties. Iz raised an eyebrow. Jade gestured with her index finger, inviting Iz to sit beside her. Iz smirked, squinting at Jade, unsure of whether or not to join the elegant woman across the room. There was a sterility about Jade. She was almost too jagged. Too angular. Too monied. Probably intolerable at length. And yet... Iz began crossing the room before she realized she had made her decision. In spite of her trepidation, something drew her closer. Iz arrived at the little table, and Jade stood, pulling out the chair beside her for Iz. Iz took a seat, warily.

“I’m so happy you decided to join me. I wasn’t sure if the disgust would win out.” Jade smirked.

Iz was surprised the woman had read her so plainly, but Iz maintained her composure.

“Neither was I,” Iz replied, “I still don’t think I like you, but I’m here, so. What’s your name?”

“Jade,” Jade extended her hand, “And you?”

“Iz,” Iz reached out and dabs’ed Jade, “Dabs,” she explained.

“Oh, I see.” Jade held out her hand again, and again Iz responded with a fist, but before she could make contact, Jade snatched her hand from the air and cupped it between her hands. Jade began massaging Iz’s hand. She kneaded her palm; spreading the webbing between Iz’s fingers; extending each finger back.

“You’re a tricky one.” Iz chuckled.

She relaxed as Jade pulled her fingers, one by one, until she conjured a tiny pop.

“I find that a good hand massage provides as much relaxation as a full body massage.” Jade stated matter-of-factly.

“I certainly won’t argue with you, as much as I love a good rub down.” Iz replied, shutting her eyes.

“I’d be happy to give you a proper massage tonight.” Jade proposed, cooly.

Iz opened one eye, trying to read Jade’s expression. Jade looked as if she had asked something as benign as the time.

“You don’t even work here, do you?” Iz accused.

“You’re right, I don’t. I’m a “plus one”.” Jade replied.

“Whose?” Iz demanded.

“Mr. Roddy, over there.” Jade responded playfully.

“God,” Iz groaned, “Why do stupid men end up with beautiful women?”

“Tell me about it.” Jade smirked.

Iz rested an elbow on the table and laid her chin against her hand. Jade leaned forward and did the same mimicking Iz’s posture.

“I can’t--” Iz countered, “In my boss’s house.

“It’s not your first time, is it?” Jade prodded coyly.

“What?” Iz reddened, “I don’t know what you’re accusing me of.”

“I accuse you of nothing. It’s my house, and I can guarantee Rodney will leave us alone.” Volleyed Jade.

“I can’t lose this job.” Iz replied.

“You won’t. He’s my little beta cuck.” Jade grinned, her teeth glistening, “He loves to hear whenever I have guests.”

“What? Are you joking?” Iz asked incredulously.

“Rodney is a cuckold. He gets off to knowing everyone who’s had their head between my legs.” Jade declared unambiguously.

“But I have to work with him tomorrow.” Iz countered.

“I’ll protect you from him. He isn’t a threat.” Jade said.

“He’s not going to try to join in, is he?” Iz grimaced.

“No. It’s not like that.” Jade assured, laughing.

“Then what is it like?” Iz questioned.

“I met Rodney at a dungeon. I was new to the scene. It was my first time at The Crucible. It’s a kind of labyrinthine maze with private rooms dedicated to different kinks. There was one with a series of women reclined on gynecological tables-- metal stirrups and all that-- and I stood in the doorway watching some man with his hands bound behind his back, kneeling in front of each table and licking each woman. He would bury his face between their legs. And then the most remarkable thing would happen: he’d step away and women would come forward and fuck the women on the tables. I knew I had to talk to the man, “the licker,” because I was curious. He’d made me curious. I wanted a man like that: a man who gives and steps away. A man who kneels and knows his place. So I introduced myself, and the rest is history.”Jade finished and sat back, satisfied.

“That sounds fake.” Iz remarked.

“But it’s true.” Jade countered.

“But Rodney’s so…” Iz looked at her boss and cringed, “paternalistic.”

“Isn’t it always the “normal ones” who are the real freaks?” Jade posited. “Check his crotch. You should see a strange bulge.”

Iz frowned, unenthused by the idea of intentionally looking at Rodney’s groin, and yet-- She noticed something strange. As Rodney turned, a cage-like protrusion was briefly visible to the left of his zipper. Iz looked up at Jade, furrowing her brows.

“He loves chastity.” Jade explained.

“No way!” Iz gasped.

“Ninety days in the cage this round.” Jade supplied.

“You’re not shitting me...” Iz realized, continuing to stare at the little cage between her boss’s legs.

“Now, do you trust me?” Jade inquired.

Iz returned her attention to Jade. Jade regarded her with the smouldering look of a panther inches from pouncing upon a boar. She did not like to think of herself as the boar.

“Somewhat.” Iz replied.

“Smoke weed with me?” Jade asked.

Iz considered. She could go home and smoke her own weed, but she was curious. Where might things end up if she went along this once?

“Fine.” Iz agreed.

She frowned, standing up. Jade followed, and without further debate, Jade and Iz left the party.

***

Jade punched the button for the twenty-second floor, then leaned against the elevator railing. It was the kind of elevator with one wall made of windowed glass that looked out to the city. The two ascended in silence. Iz stood beside the window looking down, vacillating between curiosity and terror. She didn’t like heights, but luxury was intriguing. When they arrived, Jade exited, holding the elevator. She grinned at Iz in a manner that was disarmingly playful. For the first time the entire night, Jade appeared to be having fun. As Iz passed, Jade leaned in and sniffed.

“I like your perfume. What is it?” Jade inquired.

“It’s a unisex musk.” Iz replied.

Jade giggled, “She says, ‘a unisex musk.’ Sounds like a parody.”

Iz laughed too, belatedly realizing her formality.

“It’s fig and amber or something. I don’t remember exactly, but it’s my vibe.” Iz explained between laughs.

“I want to kiss you.” Jade declared suddenly.

Iz’s eyes flickered across Jade’s face, down to her nude tinted lips.

“Kiss me,” Iz invited, biting her lip.

Jade pulled Iz into her arms and kissed her. Jade’s lips pressed against Iz’s, sucking, licking, biting. She pushed Iz against the wall feeling her warmth, thick fabric between their flesh. Jade wanted to peel it all away. She wanted to feel the power of their nude bodies knit together, writhing as one. Iz pulled back. She was a private person. Jade was not.

“Let’s go inside.” Iz proposed.

“Your wish is my command,” Jade winked. She retrieved her keys from her purse and opened the door.

It was a surprisingly cozy apartment, full of stained wood, books, and a variety of plants. Iz would have enjoyed taking it all in, but Jade had a destination. She proceeded swiftly down a long hall, to a room with an ornate wooden door. Inside was a sunroom: half greenhouse, half sitting room. It protruded out from the building as if it were once a balcony and had windows from the floor all the way up that eventually formed the ceiling. Iz stepped in and, as if drawn by a magnet, migrated to the wall of windows. She stared out at the city. She could see a man doing push ups on a rooftop across the way. She searched the windows of the highrises nearby, hoping to catch someone having sex. She pressed her hands against the glass, feeling exhilarated being so far up, a loose window away from falling to her death.

“Stay there.” Jade commanded.

“What are you doing?” Iz asked.

“Grabbing wrist restraints. Is that okay?” Jade replied mischievously.

Iz considered. Her heart quickened.

“Sure.” She decided after a beat.

“‘Sure’ or “yes”?” Jade asked.

“Yes.” Iz confirmed, decidedly.

Iz heard Jade rustling behind her, opening a drawer. She kept her gaze on the city below her as if paralyzed. She didn’t want to move. She wanted to see where Jade would take her. Moments later Jade was behind her. Iz felt a soft rope snaking around her wrists. She couldn’t tell what was going on exactly. Adrenaline raced through her body as she felt the rope tightening. Her wrists were now bound, but not together. Jade lifted one wrist and then the other and hooked them on two inconspicuous hooks above Iz’s head so that her arms were spread. Jade kissed Iz’s elbow. She kissed the nape of Iz’s neck. Iz softened. There was a relief in being bound. Jade was no amateur. She had done it so cooly, it was all but seamless.

“If your arms start hurting, let me know.” Jade instructed, even as she continued kissing Iz’s body, “Am I allowed to have my way with you?” Jade asked.

“Isn’t that what you’re already doing?” Iz asked, smirking.

Jade stopped and pulled away.

“We can end it here if you want.” Jade declared pointedly.

Iz realized that she couldn’t passively enter into this agreement. She had to definitively answer one way or another. She wanted more. She wanted Jade to take over.

“Don’t stop. Have your way.” Iz pleaded.

“As you wish.” Jade returned to Iz’s side and knelt beside her.

She began to lift Iz’s dress. She caressed Iz’s calf and ran her hand up Iz’s thigh. She sank her nails into Iz’s buttocks. Iz winced in pain. Jade ducked under Iz’s dress. She spread Iz’s feet apart to make room for her. She traced her fingers up Iz’s muscled legs, all the way to her tiny black thong. She slid her fingers into the thong, running her fingers up and down Iz’s moist lips. Iz didn’t have to think. She didn’t even have to stand exactly. She slumped into the handcuffs and shut her eyes, absorbing every sensation of what was happening beneath her. Jade licked Iz’s inner thigh, then sucked hard and sank her teeth into Iz’s delicate flesh. She was leaving a hickey, Iz realized. Iz was marked. The idea fluttered up into her nipples. They pointed out, erect. It was bold. She was being taken. Iz heard a clink and felt something cold, hard, and hollow being pressed around her clitoris. Then she heard the sound of a pump and felt her skin being sucked into the thing. A pumping cup! The sensation was unfamiliar, but pleasurable. She felt the blood rushing into her already engorged clit. After the pumping subsided, Jade flicked the cup twice. Iz inhaled sharply. She wanted more. Jade produced more rope and began tying Iz’s ankles. How many hooks had Iz failed to notice? Iz allowed her ankles to be anchored down too. She felt loose. Jade tapped the glass cup around Iz’s clit again as she slid her tongue into Iz’s vulva. Iz felt like she would gush if she unclenched. The sensation was overwhelming. She wanted to sink into it and release, but she wasn’t quite ready yet.

Jade popped out from between Iz’s legs, wiping her mouth.

“Don’t worry about making a mess.” Jade said casually, as if reading Iz’s mind, “May I unzip you?

“Yes.” Iz consented.

Jade gently pulled the zipper from the back of Iz’s neck down to where it ended at her lower back. She unhooked Iz’s arm and slid the dress off of one side, and then the other, rehooking Iz’s restraints as the dress slid down her body. Jade kissed the crook of Iz’s neck. She bit her earlobe as she reached around to fondle Iz’s breast.

“You’re so beautiful.” Jade remarked.

Iz blushed. She hadn’t known what Jade thought of her up until this point, and even now she wasn’t sure. Jade was an imposing figure, and yet Iz felt safe as she sceded her body to Jade’s will.

“I like strong femmes. I live for their aggression. Their righteous anger. I wanted you as soon as I saw you.” Jade continued.

She drew the tip of her tongue down Iz’s spine and sank her teeth into Iz’s hip. Iz flinched, breathing into the pain, surrendering. Jade wrapped her arms around Iz’s waist as she thrust her pelvis against her. Jade reached between Iz’s legs and rubbed Iz’s wet slit with the blade of her hand. Iz pressed herself against Jade’s hand, opening, craving a deeper touch. She wanted more but she didn’t want to ask. Jade circled around to stand in front of Iz. She bent forward and gathered Iz’s nipple into her mouth. She stared up at Iz as she teased Iz’s nipples until they were erect and sensitive. She reached down and slid a finger into Iz’s cunt. Iz could hardly breathe. Her body ricocheted with sensation. She felt on the precipice of orgasm. She moaned and tightened around Jade’s finger. She watched Jade’s sharp tongue ply her nipple. She felt like she might burst, but suddenly Jade stopped. She stepped back and slid her finger covered in Iz’s juices into her mouth, then ducked back behind Iz. Iz was dizzy. She felt every centimeter of her body.

She looked out to the city, imagining a person in one of the buildings across the way peeping at her prone naked form. The thought excited her. She imagined the person touching themself, watching her writhing in ecstasy. Iz heard more clinking in the background. What was Jade getting this time? From behind her, a hand shot out and pressed another glass cup onto Iz’s nipple. Jade pumped until Iz’s engorged nipple filled the cup. She flicked the cup, and a shockwave of sensation flooded through Iz’s body. She cried out in pleasure and nearly collapsed. Jade caught her, and supported Iz’s half-limp body. Jade reached down and flicked the other cup sucking Iz’s clit. Iz couldn’t hold it anymore. Liquid showered from between Iz’s legs. She was embarrassed and yet blissful. She hadn’t come fully yet, this was the prequel to her release.

Jade grabbed a towel and knelt beside Iz as she gently dabbed the wetness from between Iz’s thighs. She slid her tongue into Iz’s slit. Iz sank into the warmth and wetness. She rode Jade’s face. Her moans grew longer and louder, evolving into shouts of pleasure. She was surprised she could be so loud, and yet it was as if the shouts came from beyond her. Jade came up for air and kissed Iz, Iz’s musk upon her lips. She pressed her clothed body against Iz’s nude form. Iz leaned onto Jade, for support and grounding as she vacillated between dizzying weightlessness and the sinking gravity of sensory overload. Tears welled in her eyes. They weren’t from pain. It was as if she was so full she had no choice but to leak out from everywhere. Jade kissed her cheeks, and her chin, and her neck, and her collarbone, and her chest, and finally returned to her bare nipple with a determined finality.

Jade rapidly flicked her tongue around Iz’s nipple, with one hand she flicked the cup on Iz’s other nipple, and with her other hand she fucked Iz’s vulva with her finger, in and out, faster and faster. Iz gasped. Tears streamed down her face. Her body shook.

“Oh god, oh my god!” Iz screamed.

Iz’s words devolved into unintelligible shrieks as her orgasm careened through her body. A flood poured from between her legs as her flesh prickled with goosebumps. She writhed and shook and Jade held her, continuing to fuck her pussy. Iz didn’t know when the orgasm might end. She thought she felt herself coming down, only to find another wave crash over her body. Sweat dripping, she felt like she was melting into the floor. Jade held Iz until finally, the last pulse ripped through Iz’s body, and she collapsed into Jade’s arms. Jade held her, planting soft kisses on Iz’s shoulder. She gingerly unhooked Iz’s wrists, and then her ankles, and guided her to sit on a loveseat nearby. She walked to an antique bar cart and poured a glass of water that she handed to Iz. She grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around Iz’s still trembling body, then retrieved a tiny pre rolled joint and lighter from a drawer in the bar cart. She lit the joint and pulled, making sure Iz wouldn’t have to work to get it going, then handed Iz the weed. Iz inhaled, grateful. The weed helped to steady her. She sank into the loveseat and sighed.

“Jesus fucking christ, Jade.” Iz finally mustered.