Jay and Carly, Book 2 Chapter 8

I'm not entirely sold with how this chapter worked out. I wanted to get it to you guys because you generally give good feedback. In particular, the encounter with Sasha and the meeting of the ADA don't feel like they have enough oomph (the first feels almost perfunctory and the latter just doesn't grab me). Maybe I'm being overly critical. I'm not looking for reassurance or anything. If it's bad, tell me that. If you like it, tell me that. Thanks guys. Enjoy.

Victoria and I drove back from dropping off Louise in relative silence. My mind was racing, considering all the changes my life had experienced over the last few months. Victoria let me think, content to drive in the quiet company of each other. It was one of the things I liked about her. Our relationship had started out as a purely platonic work relationship and so, when one of us needed to go back to that place, it felt comfortable and familiar. 

We crossed over the second bridge on the way back home before she finally said, “Anything you want to talk about?”

“Not sure,” I said as my gaze latched upon a small boat on the horizon. Such a tiny white dot amongst the vast ocean of blue. 

“Worried about Louise?” she prodded gently.

“Actually no… I think she’ll be fine.”

“Ahh… so it’s Sasha then,” she said. Damn she knew me well.

“How’d you know?”

“You’re a worrier, boss. Especially when it comes to your women. And your emotionally damaged-slash-vulnerable women most of all.”

“I’m not even sure she is ‘my’ woman,” I said making vague air quotes with my left hand.

“She is… or… at least in her mind she wants to be,” Victoria said. She placed her hand softly on my knee. It was an oddly non-sexual gesture. A gesture of assurance and companionship. I put my hand on hers and squeezed her hand appreciably.

“Will you do me a favor, Victoria?” I asked, looking over at her.

She glanced at me curiously before responding, “Of course.”

“You agree with Carly and Kyrsten that I should cut loose with Sasha, right?”

She paused for a second before nodding. “That’s not a favor,” she said with a tight smile.

“I know… I’m getting there. But you think that’s really what Sasha wants, right? What she even needs?”

“I do,” she said slowly and carefully.

“Then I want to give it to her. I want to cut loose and try to exorcise all those demons I have towards her but…” I trailed off. The ship on the horizon was almost gone. Almost lost as if it had never been there.

“You’re scared,” she said. 

I nodded, keeping my silence. I watched as the tiny white triangle at the top moved out of sight, dropping below the horizon. Gone.

“I want you to keep an eye on me. To tell me if I ever go to far.”

“Why not Carly or Kyrsten?” she asked.

I started to say something and stopped, trying to choose my words carefully. “Carly is awfully submissive and awfully… uhmm… bloodthirsty when it comes to defending me.”

“And you’re worried she won’t say something if you go to far.”

“A little… especially if she’s turned on. Frankly, I’m kinda worried that, in the moment, she’d egg me on.”

Victoria nodded, “And Kyrsten?”

“Kyrsten’s got her own baggage and she’s still coming to terms with what kind of submissive she wants to be. I… I don’t think it would be fair to ask her to put herself in that position.”

“But it’s fair to ask me?” Victoria said. My head snapped over, worried that I’d upset her somehow. “No… no… I didn’t mean it like that, Mr. S. I’m not annoyed or anything… I’m… surprised… flattered actually.”

I squeezed her hand, “You’re the most level headed sane one of us sometimes Victoria… at least about some things,” I said as I raised my hand to her breast and traced the spiraled tattoo I knew was underneath her shirt. She shivered and gave me a wry smile. “I just think you’ll tell me if I go to far.”

“If you go further than I think you should, I’ll let you know, boss.”

“Thank you,” I said. The rest of the ride was filled with equal parts idle chit-chat and teasing innuendo. I realized that I still didn’t know a lot about Victoria. As much time as we’d spent together, it had largely been work driven. Now I was getting to know what she was like outside of work and I found her even more appealing than before.

As we pulled into our driveway, I got out of the car and took a deep breath. I forced myself to focus on the pain, frustration and anger I had towards Sasha in those early days. I tried to imagine the things I wanted to do to her in those dark moments. The ones where I wanted to “show her who the boss was”. Then I took all of those thoughts and tried to twist them. To make them sexy. To make them still about revenge but also about pleasure. I had no interest in hurting Sasha. In fact, despite all of my misgivings, part of me wanted to fix her and repair our relationship. But, with all the input of everyone around me, I’d finally decided that fixing her involved breaking her first. I wasn’t fully comfortable with that but I resolved to do my best.

Walking into the house, I pulled off my sunglasses and looked around. Carly and Kyrsten were sitting on the couch watching a sex tape I’d made with Carly’s little sister, Sherry. I was on screen, pounding away at her while she begged not to be forced to cum. Sherry had some pretty strange kinks. So did Carly and Kyrsten obviously as their hands were buried in each other’s cunts as they watched me plunder Carly’s little sister without Mercy.

Kyrsten looked up at me and smiled, “You are such a fucking stud, Master.”

“Mmmm… He fucked my Mom too, you know,” Carly said.

“I remember the story,” Kyrsten whispered. She laid her head back and focused on the pleasure from Carly’s delicate fingers. 

“Where’s Sasha?” I asked.

“Upstairs cleaning,” Carly said.

I smiled and stroked Carly’s hair gently while she and Kyrsten played with each other. “Don’t cum, you two. I want you guys randy all night.”

Carly smiled at me and nodded obediently but Kyrsten, of course, pushed back a bit, “But, Master. We’re ALWAYS randy, orgasm or no.”

I leaned down and gave her a kiss before whispering into her ear, “Just for that, Carly gets to cum first tonight.” Kyrsten arched her back, shoving her cunt into Carly’s invading hand as she moaned in arousal. 

“Fuck me! I love it so fucking much when you take control, Jay.”

I gave her another soft kiss on her forehead and said, “I know.” Then I snapped my fingers at Victoria and pointed upstairs. She scurried quickly to me, hands tucked behind her back which made her large tits poke out sexily in front of her. 

“Yes, Mr. S?”

I gestured upstairs and Victoria followed me obediently, leaving behind the other two sexy vixens playing on the couch. Kyrsten’s quiet moans of desperation faded into the background and I heard soft whistling coming from upstairs. As I walked forward, I started unbuttoning my shirt. I was not surprised to see Sasha walking around completely naked upstairs. I wasn’t even surprised to see her cleaning up. What did surprise me is her happy whistling while she was doing it. 

Household chores had always been a source of friction. I like my house kept relatively tidy. I’m not a neat freak, by any means. But I don’t want to live in a pigsty either. Sasha’s attitude was… well… it was different. Have you ever seen that episode of Friends with the “Dirty Girl”? The one where you see an apartment in complete and total disarray? Her apartment was like that. And what was worse, when she first started hanging out in my apartment, she discovered she liked the lack of clutter but she didn’t want to do the things to make it possible. 

And so, we’d fight. She’d complain that I wasn’t keeping the place clean anymore. Of course, what she was actually complaining about was that I hadn’t cleaned up after her. She’d do just enough to have things to point to that she’d done. But never enough to offset her. I’d clean up my dishes or dirty clothes as I created them. That was my habit. Because I too hate cleaning a mess. But she refused to do that and so we’d fight some more. It was always this low grade friction point between us. Rarely bubbling over into actual shouting. Just one more thing that created small, daily resentments.

I found myself pausing and watching her for a moment. Sasha’s long, thin torso tapered and widened into her slightly wider hips. Her legs were smooth and showed just a hint of muscle beneath them. Her skin was darker than I remembered and she had a healthy, sun kissed look that contrasted sharply with her dirty blonde hair. As I was watching, the song she was whistling caught my attention. It was “A Spoon Full of Sugar” and, as soon as I realized it, I couldn’t help but laugh.

Sasha’s head snapped around and she stopped whistling. Her reflexes responded and she started to cover up but she didn’t get far. She caught herself and willed herself to relax and leave herself open to my gaze. Her pussy was shaved completely smooth. So smooth it actually looked shiny. She had only a light amount of makeup on except for some garish red lipstick that drew my attention straight to her mouth. She could tell I liked what I saw and I saw the edges of her lips curl into a tiny little smile. 

It was that look that fired me back up. I finished walking up the stairs and approached Sasha. She stood there, staring at me, not sure what to do. I decided to help her out. “Put your hands behind your back and spread your legs shoulder width apart,” I said with what I hoped was a stern voice.

She snapped to attention, presenting herself to me for her first inspection. I ran my fingers over her soft skin as she stared at me, biting her lip. “Do you want to stay here, Sasha?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Do you want to try to make amends with me?”

“Yes, Master.”

“And you’re willing to do anything I ask? At any time. Without hesitation or argument?”

“Absolutely, Master,” she said with what seemed like a genuine smile. 

“Good. Then there’s going to be some rules. First, you will wear high heels at all times, understand?”

Her smile froze slightly. Sasha didn’t like high heels. She felt awkward in them. She used to wear a pair of sneakers to parties and then switch into heels when we got there, leaving me hiding sneakers in a plant by the front door more often than not. “Yes, Master.”

“You’ll keep yourself shaved nice and smooth just like you are right now, understand?” I asked as I ran my finger along the moist gash between her legs.

She gasped at the touch but managed a long, “Yesssss,” which I accepted. 

“Follow me, slut,” I said as I walked away. She scampered after me as I walked into my bedroom and opened one of the drawers. It was the drawer with sex toys in it. I rifled through and found what I was looking for. I pulled out three objects, holding them up one at a time. The first was a thick leather collar with the word “slut” emblazoned across it in faux diamonds. I walked around her and placed it around her neck, snapping it into place and making sure it was tight but not constricting. “This is what you are to me. Understand?”

“Yes, Master,” she said. I could hear the sadness in her voice. “It’s what I am, Master.”

“We’ll see,” I said as I picked up the next item, “Now bend over you dumb cunt.” I placed my hand on her shoulders and leaned her forward as I gestured towards Victoria standing in the hallway. “Victoria, come prep this little bitch for this,” I said, holding up a big butt plug. It wasn’t Carly’s biggest but it was up there. It was a long, fat rubber plug with a red crystal in the base. Victoria walked forward and wordlessly dropped to her knees behind Sasha. She took one look up at me and winked before putting her face into Sasha’s tight little ass. She licked my ex, causing her to squirm and struggle under the most intimate of touches.

When she’d gotten Sasha all nice and wet, I took the plug and slid it along her exposed cunt, further lubricating it before sliding it fully into Sasha’s ass. She moaned, arching her back and letting out a little whimper as the rubber invader filled her completely. “Thank me, slut.”

“Thank you for stretching my ass, Master. Thank you for generously preparing my ass for the anal violation I deserve. I don’t warrant such kindness,” she said the last in a soft whisper. 

“It’s not all about my pleasure, slut. You need to learn that,” I said as I slid the last item into her. A remote controlled vibrator with two small protrusions that wrapped around her clit. “I’m going to be cruel… and demanding,” I said as I flipped the vibrator on its lowest setting. Sasha gasped as the sensation hit her. “But only because you deserve it. Not because I like it. What I like,” I paused as I flicked the vibrator to its next setting. Sasha dropped onto the bed, sitting on the butt plug and driving it further into her. She yelped and started massaging her breasts roughly with her hands while I watched. “Is for the sluts around me to be enjoying themselves. I like to be the source of a slut’s pleasure. That’s all I ever wanted from you,” I said, taking a step forward and cupping her chin, forcing her eyes to look at mine. “And it’s what I’m going to demand from you, understand?” I turned the vibrator suddenly up to full strength and she collapsed onto the bed, shaking and twitching. 

Without warning, I cut it off suddenly. Sasha whimpered and let out a forlorn moan. She lay there squeezing and rubbing her thighs together to try to get that wonderful sensation on her clit to return. I held the remote up, “Remember, slut. I’m the source of your pleasure. You aren’t allowed any unless I say so. Understand?”

“Yes, Master.” Her face looked so beautiful and obedient. I couldn't’ help but lean down and give her a quick kiss.

“So here’s the rules. This is your dress code. You obey everything I or any other woman in this house tells you. You’re a slave. A helpful tool. Nothing more… at least not until you earn it.”

She nodded, “Thank you, Jay. I want to make it up to you. I want to show you how good and obedient I can be.”

“Good, now get down on your knees. I”m going to fuck your mouth. Keep your hands behind your back, understand?”

She dropped to the ground and opened her mouth obediently. I stepped forward, sliding my cock down her willing throat. My fingers found the button on the vibrator’s remote and pressed it once. “When you are obedient. You get pleasure,” I said as I pumped slowly in and out of her mouth. She looked up at me, not breaking eye contact as I used her mouth for my pleasure.

“And when you’re disobedient, you get pain,” I said as I pulled my cock out of her mouth and smacked her face, just hard enough to surprise her. She gasped and looked up at me with a look of awe. Her whole face and neck were flush and her breathing was heavy. “Did you like that, slut?” I asked in my most condescending voice.

She nodded and I gave her another smack. “Thank you, Master. Thank you for reminding me of my place,” she said, still panting with arousal. I knelt down lower and pulled on her ponytail, yanking her head back to look up at me. Before she could do anything other than gasp, I spit on her face. She blinked in surprise and then her eyes rolled. 

“Your place, bitch?” I roared, “Your place is wherever the fuck I want it. At my feet. Running a train at a frat house for money. Cleaning out the cum of my latest fucktoy… whatever,” I said, slapping her tit hard, “I fucking,” slap, “Want!” I said and grabbed her nipples, pinching them hard. Sasha gasped and stuck her tits out, relishing in the abuse. I pulled her to her feet by her nipples and she scrambled up, practically panting. “Is this what you wanted you dumb cunt?”

“Yes, Master,” she moaned as I twisted her nipples hard in my hand. “Ohhhh yessss,” she said. I released her nipples and turned the vibe up to 2/3rds speed. 

“Good,” I said, giving her tits one last hard smack each. “Then you can finish cleaning up here then go clean the pool… AFTER you put on some high heels, got it?”

She stood there, gasping for air and shaking with arousal as she nodded. Her eyes snapped down in embarrassment. I wasn’t sure what the reason was but I cupped her head in my hand and said, “Don’t hand your head, slut. Today has been a promising start to your life as a piece of fuck meat.” Despite the harshness of the words, my tone was soft and tender.

Her eyes brightened and she smiled at me. A warm, genuine smile. “Jay?”

I cocked an eyebrow at her, “Jay?”

She looked away but continued, “Sorry… It’s just… Carly told me she only calls you Jay when she wants you to know how serious something is… and… I… Well…”

“Spit it out, Sasha,” I said, folding my arms. This was it. The moment she was going to back out. She was standing there with red tits, spit running down her face, gasping from pleasure and looked on the verge of tears. Maybe I’d pushed it too far…

“It’s just… Master… Jay… whatever… I want you to know that the last five minutes have been the most aroused I’ve ever been in my life. If you did this to me everyday… never fucked me… never let me cum… I’d… I’d…”

“Not be able to take it?” I asked with a smirk.

“Noo!” she said, holding up her hands and momentarily forgetting the buzzing in her cunt, “No… I’d never complain. This was so hot and if this is all I ever get, I’ll be happy… Is that… fucked up?”

I chortled and looked out the window, pausing as I tried to think of the right words, “No… well… yes, it is. But not in the way you mean. I’ve already learned a lot about women and the one thing I realized that Carly and I have that you and I never did is the ability to talk… about ANYTHING.” I turned back to Sasha and now she was crying as she nodded. She realized I was right. “You and I never had that… if we had, we’d have probably never broken up.”

“I know,” she said, sobbing slightly.

“But here’s the thing, Sasha… my little fucktoy dumb cunt,” I said as I hooked a finger in her collar and yanked her towards me, “I’m never doing that again… with anyone. You’ll hear exactly what I want and what I think from now on. And, when I ask for your opinion, I expect the same from you. That’s the big condition for staying here, understand. Complete submission and complete openness.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good girl,” I said and gave her another brief kiss. “Now… did you enjoy this?”

“Yes, Master. So very much.”

“What did you like?” I asked as I mauled her tits roughly in my hand.

“When you… uhmm… smacked me, I guess.”

“Really? When I smacked your face like this?” I asked and smacked her again, just a little harder than before.

“And my tits, Master. I liked that a LOT, Master,” she said. I smacked her tits three more times which took her breath away. When she recovered, she managed to stammer out, “B… b…. But the thing I liked the most… was… was…”

“What, slut? Remember… complete honesty.”

“When you spit on me,” she said quietly. Soft enough that I could barely hear her from two feet away.

“Why?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“It felt so… degrading… like I was just beneath you as a person and an entity. Like you were… uhmmm…,” now it was her turn to look out the bedroom window into the ocean. I gave her a moment to collect her thoughts before pinching her nipple and pulling her face back to mine. “Uggghhhh… Like you were finally going to dominate me completely… Like I was nothing but an extension of you for your pleasure.”

“You like that?” I asked, surprised.

She nodded furiously, “SOOooo much, Master. I’ve been fetishizing and fantasizing about it for months… since I found out you were getting married, actually.” She stepped closer to me, a bold move all things considered, “I make bad decisions, Master. I always have. I want you to make them for me and I don’t want you to worry about what I enjoy. Just use me to make yourself happy. In whatever way that manifests.”

I smiled at her. A wicked smile that made her recoil involuntarily. “Good,” I said as I turned the vibrator up to full. Sasha collapsed to the ground and moaned in ecstasy. “Get some heels. Clean up upstairs. Clean the pool. You have two hours or else the punishment will be severe, bitch.”

“YYYY… yyy… yes, Master.”

“Also, if you cum there will be problems.” She nodded but her eyes were already glassy. “God you’re such a dumb cunt. Can you do this, bitch?”

She looked at me and tried to focus but it was clearly taking effort as the pleasure from the vibrator was taking over. Finally, she shook her head no and I saw tears coming down her cheeks. “Sorry, Master,” she said with a sob.

I turned the device down slightly, “Good girl… nobody could do that. I wanted to see if you were going to be honest with me.” I took it all the way down to zero which caused her to gasp yet again from the sudden lack of pleasure, “Besides, you haven’t earned it yet. You only get pleasure when you please me, slut.”

She nodded and instantly went into the closet to find a pair of shoes. She and Carly were about the same shoe size but I made a mental note to get her a pair of her own. She found my favorite pair of Carly’s though. A five inch heel with a little ankle strap. They looked amazing even as she walked awkwardly on them. “Good choice,” I said and turned to leave.

“Thank you, Master,” she said as I walked downstairs. It was a pretty good start to her time at our place.

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A few nights later, I was sitting on the couch watching TV with Kyrsten on one arm and Carly on the other. The two beauties were gently stroking my chest while Victoria knelt between my legs lovingly sucking my cock. “What do you want to do for our wedding, Kyrsten?”

“Nothing, Master.”

“Nothing?” I asked in surprise.

“Well… I mean the legalities are what they are… and Carly just selfishly took you away for a whole week and that hardly seems fair to the other girls,” she said. Carly reached over and pinched Kyrsten’s perky tit playfully.

“Hey… Master got plenty of new pussy on that trip.”

“But wife number two wants to start out the marriage with him getting some nice local pussy,” Kyrsten said, smacking Carly’s hand away. “Besides, we’re basically living in paradise right now. If Master wants to do something nice for me, maybe our five year anniversary can be somewhere special.”

“I still think we should do something,” I said to Kyrsten as I stroked her shoulder. “Even if it’s nothing big… just a little something to celebrate.”

Kyrsten shook her head, “Are you going to call me your wife?”

I nodded, “Of course.”

“Are you going to treat me with love?”

“Absolutely,” I said.

“And still dominate me and fuck other women?” she said with a coquettish grin.

“Was there any doubt?”

“Then just put the ring on me. Weddings are silly. Marriage certificates are silly. We know what we are, right? Master and submissive. Husband and wife. That’s what I want.”

I stood up and jogged upstairs, coming back down with a little box. “Here you go, lover. It’s a copy of Carly’s, the only difference is the inscription. Will you wear this for me, Kyrsten? Will you be my wife?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” she said. She put the ring on and gave me an excited hug before turning and giving both Carly and Victoria huge hugs as well.

Carly said, “About time! K… I love you almost as much as Jay and I’m so happy that our baby,” she said, gesturing in a grand way that encompassed everyone in the room, “is going to have two mothers who love each other. I know it’ll be weird but we’ll figure it out.”

I kissed Carly and then Kyrsten before the two of them gave each other wet sloppy kisses while Victoria and I watched. Watching my beautiful, lithe Asian wife make out with my beautiful, voluptuous redhead wife was not likely to get old anytime soon.

Before the festivities could continue, however, there was a ring at the door. Sasha rushed to the door while the rest of us hurried to put some clothes on. We’d already learned to make sure there were always some robes downstairs in case unexpected guests came by. Sasha looked through the side window and said, “It’s Louise, Master… she’s with someone. A girl, Master.”

I thought about it for a second then decided that anyone Louise would bring me as a surprise would have to be someone okay with our lifestyle so I gestured to Sasha to open the door. Sasha had already opened the door for the pizza delivery guy and the mailman like this so she didn’t even hesitate. She opened the door and stepped to the side. The woman with Louise was older, maybe mid 30s. She had long brown hair and beautiful, piercing eyes. Those eyes were currently narrowed and pointing at Sasha but they quickly snapped over to me.

“You must be Jay Simpson?” she said as she gently guided Louise into the house. Louise was obviously drunk. Very drunk. She staggered forward and I rushed to catch her. She stank of alcohol.

“What the hell Louise?” I said.

“I love you, baby. Isn’t he so dreamy?” she stammered.

“I’m your neighbor, Michelle Hughes. She was staggering around drunk after some rager.”

“Party!” Louise screamed. Carly and Kyrsten laughed as I tried to calm her down.

“You’re lucky… a friend of mine was the cop that picked her up. She had your address written on the back of her temporary licence and thought she might live with me. I picked her up and said I’d bring her home.”

“Thank you… that’s really nice of you… uhmm… Won’t you come in?” I said gesturing to the nearest chair. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at me then I saw her looking around.

“You having a party here too?” she asked.

“Uhmm… no… uh… officer?”

“ADA,” she corrected, “Assistant District Attorney.”

“Uhh… sorry… no ma’am. No party. Just the inhabitants of a home enjoying a quiet evening.”

“You all live here?” she said, now very suspicious. 

“Uhh… yes?” I said, not sure of what the right answer was. Michelle glared at me again and I realized this conversation wasn’t going well. “Uhmm… yes…  My name’s Jay Simpson… this is my wife, Kyrsten,” I said making another gesture with my hand and earning another glare.

“I thought you were Louise’s boyfriend?”

I blanked, not really sure how to explain anything. If she had a problem with that part, the rest was going to go rather poorly. Fortunately, Kyrsten stepped up to the plate. “She’s kind of OUR girlfriend,” she said, gesturing between the three of us.

“Yeah… that’s right… This little hottie eats pussy so fucking good,” Louise said in her drunken unhelpfulness. 

I handed her to Victoria and said, “Get her some water and put her in your room.”

“She lives with you too?” the ADA asked. 

“Uhhmm… yeah. She’s my assistant.”

“And her,” she asked, pointing at Sasha who was still standing naked by the front door. 

“She’s… Uhmmm.. She’s,” I started but this time Carly stood up and came to my aid.

“She’s his ex. Kyrsten and Jay like sex… as you’ve probably guessed. Jay’s ex came crawling back because she missed the sex and they’re playing games with her until she makes everything up to him.”

“Okay… I’ll buy that for now… and you are?” 

“My name’s Carly… it’s probably best to just call Jay, Kyrsten and I… friends.” 

“Friends… and Louise too?”

“Very much so,” Carly said before running her left hand up Kyrsten’s spine causing the red head to shiver. Carly gave Kyrsten a light, but very obviously intimate, kiss before turning back to the ADA. “We do appreciate what you did for Louise,” she said, extending her hand to the woman who accepted it, albeit again with a look that could have killed. “She’s young. We’ll talk to her. Make sure this doesn’t happen again.”

“I can’t cover for her everytime,” Michelle said as she looked between the three of us. Her eyes darted around, taking everything in. Something about her glances and her overall demeanor set the hairs on the back of my neck standing. 

I shook it off and said, “We really appreciate it. We promise she’ll do better.”

The stunning brunette walked out, giving Sasha a very long look on her way. I turned to Louise and said gently, “Are you okay?”

“I’m just fine, Mr. S! I’m ready for the part-ay! Woohoo.” Yes… she actually woohooed. Ahhhh… drunk people.

“Sasha, get her a big glass of water,” I said as I kissed Louise’s forehead and handed her off to Victoria, “Victoria, will you take her upstairs to the guest room and let her crash there.”

“Sure thing, boss. You don’t want to giver her the party she wants?” she asked with a twinkle in her eye.

Louise was currently bending over looking at something on the table. Her short skirt was showing off almost everything. The look was pretty tempting but I shook my head, “She’s so plastered, right now. I’m not worried about whether she’d have some crazy regret in the morning. I know that wouldn’t be an issue. I’m more worried about her vomiting all over everything once she got a little jostled.”

Victoria nodded, “I get that, boss. You do like to… jostle… people.” She smiled at me and took Louise’s unresisting hand, leading the girl upstairs. Sasha followed right after her, two huge cups of water in her hands. 

I collapsed back down on the couch, “Well that was interesting.” 

Carly kissed me on the cheek, “You handled it very well, Master.”

I laughed, “No I didn’t. You and Kyrsten were the cool, calm ones. I was stammering like an idiot.”

“You were caught a little unawares,” Kyrsten said, kissing my other cheek.

“Still…,” I said. I was kicking myself for my lack of control in the moment. 

“You didn’t blow up at the lady. You didn’t say anything dumb. You were a little surprised and unprepared. That’s expected. It’s allowed,” Carly said in a reassuring tone she rarely used with me. 

“I guess,” I said. “Will you go check on them, babe?” I asked Carly.

“Sure,” she said and shucked off her robe, revealing her long slender figure and her belly that seemed to be growing daily. I watched her nice tight ass recede up the stairs before turning back to Kyrsten. She was smiling at me with a grin that seemed to radiate happiness.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing, Master,” she said then gave me a quick kiss.

“Seriously, why are you grinning like the Joker on meth?”

She laughed and kissed me again. I wasn’t exactly going to complain. “It’s just…,” she said, pausing for moment as she tucked her fiery red locks behind her ear. Her eyes snapped to mine and held my gaze, “You introduced me as your wife… and… I swear to God I’ve never been happier than that moment.”

I smiled back and squeezed her hands in mine. “It made me happy to say it. It felt right.”

She gave me a third kiss then snuggled up to me. I put my arm around her and pulled her tightly to me, allowing one hand to rest right on her breast where I could circle her nipple with my free finger. “I could really get used to this, Jay. This life. These women. Carly and Victoria are amazing. I almost feel like a big sister to Louise and even Sasha is kind of growing on me.”

“Are you getting used to the idea of sharing me?”

“Let’s just say I’m starting to appreciate the perks a bit,” she said and we laughed together. 

The rest of the night proceeded as it normally did. My cock buried inside one of my women while the others teased, edged and pleased each other. When the morning light broke through the house in the morning, I was woken up by a severely hung over Louise.

“Holy shit am I hurting,” she said as she staggered into our room. We’d put nice thick black out curtains in the master bedroom so it was much darker than the guest room. Louise had her head in her hands as she staggered in, “How did I get here? Did I do anything stupid?”

I picked my head up and looked. Carly was draped across me and Kyrsten was already gone, probably out jogging. Victoria was curled up on the couch next to the bed and Sasha was nowhere in sight. “You got pretty hammered… almost got your cute ass arrested.”

“What? Oh God… I’m so sorry Mr. S. Did you have to come bail me out?”

“No… Our other neighbor brought you by. She’s an ADA. Knew the arresting cop. It’s all fine. No charges. Just… please don’t do that again, okay?”

“Fuck… never,” she said before collapsing in bed beside me where Kyrsten had been the night before. She groaned into my shoulder as she rubbed her temples

“I just don’t want you to make any mistakes that can’t be undone,” I turned my head and kissed her forehead gently, “I kinda like you.”

She cooed softly and snuggled closer, “Thank you, Master. I like you too.”

“That being said, I think some punishment for last night is in order.”

“MMmmm… yesss, Master. Very much so. Punish me all you want… whenever you want. You know I can be just as submissive as the others, right?”

“I know sweetie… You and Kyrsten though both strike a very different balance than Carly.”

“Is that okay?” she asked, looking up at me with a wide-eyed, vulnerable expression.

“Of course. I like variety. The best thing about Carly is that she lets me have that variety,” I said.

Suddenly I felt Carly’s lips moving in my other ear as she whispered, “I thought the best thing about me was my well bred Asian fuck hole.”

The words were like lightning through my core and my cock instantly started tenting the thin blanket that lay across us. Both girls looked down and giggled. “You’re so predictable, Mr. S.” Louise’s words were playful but still strained. 

“I’ll think of a proper punishment for you later, Louise.”

“Don’t fuck her until she gets you that date she still owes you.”

“Oh you bitch,” Louise said. Her eyes closed and playful tone amused me. The petulant tongue that stuck out from between her thin pink lips only added to the humor. 

“I think that’s a good idea. Is either of your roommates a prospect.”

“Both, Mr. S. I think both would be more than interested. Do you have a preference?”

“Tell me about them?” I said, closing my eyes and trying to remember what the two co-eds looked like from the brief encounter.

“Tennille definitely has a high sex drive and needs it fulfilled,” Louise said. I pictured the leggy young woman with the dirty blonde hair that hung down to her hips. She had a smooth, tapered waist that made you want to just grip it and fling her around. Louise continued, “I thought she was kind of a slut the first day but really she just likes talking about sex. Not sure why someone as hot as her isn’t just going out and getting pounded though.”

“You’re hot and you weren’t getting fucked daily.”

“I’m still not,” Louise said with a mock pout. 

“Then I guess you better work hard to earn my cock again, slut.”

“Yes, Master,” she said, eyes downcast but with a smile across her face. “Anyways, Tennille is definitely hot to trot, has not hangup about premarital sex and really just needs someone to make a move on her.”

“And Kimi?” I asked, picturing the lanky Asian beauty. She looked so different than Carly who was tall and had a very slight muscularity to her that made her seem strong and confident. Nor was she like the beautifully curvacious Sherry with her ridiculous hourglass shape. Kimi was much more slender and almost graceful. 

“Kimiko?” Louise asked.

“OOoohh… go for the asian… go for the asian,” Carly whispered into my ear. I knew the idea of bedding another Asian woman would get Carly all hot and bothered. As far as she was concerned, I should breed them all. 

Louise snickered which caused her to moan in a bit of pain and hold her head again, “Kimi’s really fun. She’s asked about you… a lot… She got really excited when I told her about Carly.”

“When you told her Carly was Japanese?”

“Yeah. She made a comment about ‘yellow fever’ but didn’t sound even a little upset about it.”

“Interesting,” I said. “Very Interesting.”