Group Addition

"I did. But if I may be honest, it sounds like you're still emotionally invested in Lisa. Can you tell me why you two aren't together?"

"It's complicated."

"I don't know of a relationship that isn't."

"True," she sighed. "We were together for over a year. Three months in, I told her I loved her. I did... I do... she said she loved me too. I couldn't get enough of her. Lisa was like an addiction. She gave me what no other relationship had."

"There's a 'but' coming," Grant prompted.

Meghan took a deep breath and toyed with her food. "Her husband came back into the picture. She said she still loved him, and wanted to try and make it work. She claimed we could still be together. Supposedly, her husband accepted that side of her sexuality, but I couldn't do it. I couldn't imagine sharing her with someone else. The thought made me insanely jealous. I'd never felt that possessive before. I drew a line in the sand. Him or me. Not both. She said I was being childish. I got angry. We argued. It didn't end well."

"So how long ago was that?"

"Two months. It's still a little raw, as you can tell."

He took a sip of his iced tea and resigned himself to the fact that he probably looked nowhere near as sexy as when she sipped hers. "Why did you agree to have dinner with me?"

"Jen said I could trust you. That you were safe, gentle, and thoughtful. She said you wouldn't take advantage of me."

"That was nice of her. Remind me to give her 50 bucks for providing such a good reference."

"That wasn't all she said."

"Oh?" Grant's eyebrows raised with the question, "was there a negative review?"

"No," Meghan said, leaning across the table and lowering her voice. "She said that I needed a good fucking. And if I wanted it, you'd give me a fuck to remember." Meghan sat back in her chair, and continued in a normal tone, "I'm just wondering if that's true, Grant."

Maximizing his prodigious skills of masculine intuition, Grant took a chance that Megan might be open to his advances and decided to take his shot.

"The first time I heard your voice, I wanted to hear you moan my name. Then when I saw you for the first time, I wanted to stare into your eyes while I brought you to orgasm."

She smiled and then squirmed in her seat. "That sounds like a 'yes'," she whispered seductively.

"It was more like a 'Hell, yes!'"

Chapter Three

Grant paid the check and they left abruptly. They made it to her condo without even kissing. He had a feeling that once something started, it wouldn't stop. Meghan fumbled with her keys and let him inside. The place was mid-century modern and immaculate.

"What would you like to drink?" she asked as she closed the door.

Instead of answering, Grant put his arm around her waist and pulled her toward him. He looked down into her eyes and smiled. There was a slight pause as he savored the anticipation. Then his lips met hers. It was tender for a second, and then became ferocious. Their mouths attacked each other. He pushed her up against the door. The weight of his body capturing hers, like a butterfly pressed between glass.

Even though Grant's attraction to Meghan was overpowering, he felt in control of himself. By contrast, she seemed lost. Both submissive to him and ravenously hungry for him. Her hands clawed at his back, as if wanting to pull his body into hers. His hands slipped down to her ass. Her cheeks were firm, and didn't seem to be covered by anything other than the fabric of her skirt.

"Undress for me," he said commandingly.

She looked hesitant.

"I want to see you naked, right here, right now."

Grant took her hand, and swiveled her away from the door and toward the center of the living room. Meghan faced him. The hesitation was gone. She pulled the top over her head, revealing a black lace bra. Keeping her eyes on him, she reached behind to unzip her skirt. Then slowly pulled down the garment over her deliciously ample hips. Underneath was a black thong that matched her bra. As she kicked off her black pumps, Grant couldn't get enough. Every part of her was perfect. Standing in the middle of the room wearing just enough to cover herself, was incredibly sensual. His gaze traveled up and down her body, taking in her long, tanned legs, the bit of fabric that disappeared between her thighs, her tight stomach, and breasts that were barely contained by the bra. She licked her lips. Was it nerves or anticipation? He searched her eyes. The glittering green sparkled and spoke of expectation and hunger.

"I'll follow you to the bedroom," he said huskily.

Immediately she took his hand, turned, and started walking, leaving her clothes scattered on the floor. He squeezed her hand in his and savored the view of her ass. The taught pale globes swayed seductively as she walked. He couldn't wait to enjoy all of her. The bedroom was dark. Grant stopped outside the door and heard Meghan fumble for a light. It was a lamp on the night table beside the bed. Grant blinked against the sudden illumination. He was glad for it. He wanted to see everything.

The bed was a queen, a size smaller than he preferred. It was covered with decorative pillows of every shape, size, and color. It looked as if there wasn't room for one person, let alone two. Without saying a word, he started undressing. Meghan watched for a moment, and then stirred to action. She began sweeping the pillows onto the floor, pulled back the comforter, and turned to him.

Keeping her eyes on his, she reached down, unhooked the latch, and let her bra fall onto the floor. Her breasts were perfect, natural D-size cups topped with small pink nipples. Then she slipped her fingers underneath the little elastic band and pushed her thong down her tan thighs until they fell onto the carpet and she stepped out of them revealing her smooth vagina. Her outer pink lips were red, wet, and swollen.

"Jesus," he muttered appreciatively.

She giggled. "Not bad, huh?"

"You're... God... you're perfect."

"Thank you. Now, get to it boy," she said playfully.

Grant continued undressing until he was down to his boxers. The 'tent' in the front was prominent. He watched her gaze traverse his body.

"I'm naked. Shouldn't you be?" she teased.

Grant smiled. "I could look at you forever."

"You're stalling, and I'm getting impatient," she quipped.

"Not at all. I'm... admiring."

With that, Grant pulled down the last article of clothing. His cock sprang to attention.

"Much like a divining rod," he said, moving slowly toward her, "I tend to go in the direction little Grant points...and he is very much drawn to you."

Her eyes were fixed between his legs. "Little Grant isn't that little," she said hungrily.

Their eyes met and he took her outstretched hand, looked her up and down, and then drew her close. Together they swayed to music that wasn't playing. Her nipples brushed against his chest. His member rubbed against her belly. It was not an unpleasant sensation. They shared a slow, passionate kiss and he felt an urgency from her. She pushed her hand between their bodies and grabbed his erection. It wasn't a sensual caress, but more of a search and seizure.

"Mmm, you're so hard," she moaned, "you feel so good."

Ending the kiss sooner than he wanted, Grant simply lifted Meghan off her feet. She released her grip of his cock, wrapped her arms around his neck, and allowed him to lower her onto the bed. He shifted her toward the middle, and then stood over her, his eyes feasting on her body. Meghan spread her legs invitingly. Grant moved between them, kneeling on the bed. At first he considered holding down her hands, and using his weight to restrain her. Instead, he planted his arms on each side of her body, leaving her hands free.

Lowering his lips to hers, he resumed their kiss. She returned it vigorously, gently biting and pulling his bottom lip with her teeth. He could feel her fondling her own breasts with one hand, and caressing his chest with the other. Eventually his mouth moved down to her chest. She proffered a breast to him. He nuzzled its roundness, kissed the circumference. She impatiently rubbed the nipple against the stubble of his cheek. He grabbed her hand and held it down, and then sucked the nipple into his mouth. He teased it roughly with his teeth, while his fingers found the other nipple and tweaked it firmly. He heard Meghan gasp.

Grant tried to gauge what she wanted and how she wanted it. Hard, fast, and rough seemed to be winning over gentle, slow, and tender. But he wasn't sure. He released her pinned hand and slid slightly downward. His belly rubbed against the hot wetness of her pussy. Her fingers pushed into his hair as he kissed down her torso. Then he stopped, resting his weight on his hands and knees, he hovered over her body.

"Do you know what I want to do?" he asked.

"Just do it... take me... take what you want," she moaned.

It wasn't a rhetorical question. He wanted to taste her. He wanted to lick her into ecstasy. He wanted to look up at her face while he made her cum. When she didn't answer immediately, he lowered his head and returned to kissing down her torso. In response, she grabbed his cock and began to rub it against her clit.

At first, Grant thought she was trying to get him inside her. But then he realized that was not her intent. He held his body in position over her, steady and still. Her eyes were closed. Her mouth open, her breathing rapid, and with a tight grip on his cock, she used the tip of his hardness for her satisfaction. He stayed immobile. Part of him felt pleased, while another part was irritated. She rubbed the bulbous head of his phallus up and down her wet slit. The sensation kept him rock hard, while the curiosity kept him from coming. She never opened her eyes, but he could see in her face and feel in her body that she was about to climax. He watched with fascination as she reached the edge of the cliff and went over the edge. It was beautiful, it was sensual, and it was the opposite of intimacy. Something in the way she went about this made him feel non-existent.

When she opened her eyes, she smiled at him. Grant didn't smile back. He felt expressionless. But he was also horny and wanted to possess this beautiful woman.

"Now, it's your turn," Meghan said breathlessly, "I want to feel you inside of me."

Grant didn't argue and wasn't about to stop now. Yet, he also began to feel like there wouldn't be anything between them beyond this night.

"And Grant?"

"Yes?"

"If you don't have protection, there are some condoms in my drawer," she said, gesturing toward the nightstand.

Grant raised up and a string of precum dripped off the purplish helmet onto Meghan's left calf. He leveraged himself off the bed and slid open the drawer of the nightstand. The condoms weren't immediately apparent. Instead he saw a pair of fur-lined handcuffs, a vibrator, a variety of bottles, and a large black dildo. He rummaged around until he spotted several packages of condoms. He separated one from the pack, and turned toward Meghan.

"Put it on for me," he said, holding out the blue foil wrapper.

She took it, opened the wrapper, and slowly rolled it over his hardness. He savored the sensation. She placed the empty wrapper on her nightstand and laid back on the bed.

"How do you want me?"

"Does it matter?" he said while trying to keep a little of the disgust out of his voice.

She gave a surprised look. "I mean, do you want me on my back, on my knees, on top?"

"All of those sound good, but let's start with you on your knees."

Obediently, she flipped over, grabbed a pillow, and rested her head on it. Then she raised her ass in the air, presenting herself to him. Even though he was pissed, Grant couldn't help but become more aroused. The sight of her wet pussy and her secretions which were now dripping onto her inner thighs was powerful beyond belief.

"Put your hands behind your back," he directed.

Meghan hesitated, but then slowly lifted one hand and then the other until they rested on the small of her bare back. The weight of her head pushed her face further into the pillow, and she rocked back on her knees slightly to reduce the pressure.

Grant gripped both wrists in one hand. With the other, he opened the drawer and picked up the cuffs. He inspected them to make sure they had a release lever. Then he quickly snapped one cuff on her right wrist, and before Meghan could react, he attached the left one as well.

"What are you doing?" her voice was muffled by the pillow and contained a note of alarm.

"I found these in your drawer, and I want to use them. Do you want to know why Meghan?"

She was quiet and Grant wondered if she was afraid. "Don't worry, I'm not going to harm you. At least, I won't cause you any more pain than you desire."

Grant reached between her legs and ran his fingers along her pussy. It felt like a warm, wet swamp. "It felt as if you used me. That I was nothing more than a human dildo, a sex toy. You treated me like I was something you pull out of your drawer and then put away after you get what you want. I'm not just a means to an end. So now I'm going to possess you, control you, use you as I wish. Do you understand?"

Meghan nodded vigorously, but remained silent. Her breathing was rapid and shallow in anticipation of what was to come.

"Whatever pleasure you feel will be because I allow it. And since I want you to know that you are safe, I will give you a way to communicate. It's very simple. Think traffic lights. Green means everything is good, and you consent to what's happening. Yellow means slow down, caution, you aren't sure if this is what you want. Red means stop, you don't want to continue. Is that clear enough Meghan?"

She nodded again.

"I want you to use the signal now, Meghan. Tell me how you feel about my plan."

"I'm... it's... green," she whispered. "I think... or at least I feel... that I can trust you."

"Good girl."

Placing his hands on her ass cheeks, Grant spread them apart, bent down and breathed in the aroma of her sex. Extending his tongue, he pushed the tip between the folds of her labia. Meghan's knees slightly buckled. He probed more deeply, adding his saliva to the juices that were flowing from her glistening slit. As he pressed closer, the tip of his nose touched her tight, puckered rectum. He felt her tense up and her asshole constricted.

"Oh... God... please," she murmured.

Straightening again, Grant rubbed his throbbing member up and down the lips of her pussy and over her anus. Slowly he moved himself from one end to the other. He did this to tantalize rather than satiate her desires. Meghan squirmed and pushed her hips back in an attempt to impale herself on him, but he kept her at bay.

"Meghan, I'm in control of you. You're completely exposed to me. I can do whatever I want to you. Do you know what's going to happen?"

She quickly nodded.

"I'm going to fuck you, that goes without saying. But before I do, I'm going to penetrate your ass with something in that drawer. Do you want to know what?"

"Yes," she whispered.

Grant reached into the drawer and produced the large black dildo.

"I wonder where this has been," he said, rubbing the tip across the small of her back. "This looks huge. I can guess where you used it, but I wonder if you want it in your ass?"

Although he couldn't see it, there was a look of fear in her eyes. "Yel..." gasped Meghan, "Red... red!"

"I agree. I don't want to compete with anything that big anyway. I have something else in mind."

Grant put down the dildo and picked up some lube. After removing the cap, he applied some of the cool, clear liquid on her puckered rosebud. Slowly, he inserted his index finger into the resistant opening. Her body tensed and she let out a low, deep moan. The ring of muscle tightened against the intrusion. He persisted. Her rectum gripped his lubricated digit as he worked his way inside her.

Despite his focused concentration on the task, Grant realized his erection had lost none of its rigidity. He wondered if Meghan had ever had a cock in her ass. Either way, tonight wouldn't be the night. He had something else in mind.

Withdrawing his finger from her anus, Grant reached back into the drawer and retrieved a small, pink vibrator. It was about 5 inches long and an inch wide. Applying a generous amount of lube to the toy's already silky surface, he rubbed the excess on Meghan's puckering asshole. He held the vibrator where she could see it.

"This is what I'm putting in you next. How do you feel about that, Meghan?"

She was almost hyperventilating now and she strained to see what he was showing her. "Okay," she whimpered.

"I'll interpret that to be a green."

"Yes, green," she whispered.

He touched the tip of the vibrator to the glistening, tight opening. Grant wanted to dominate her, not hurt her. He wanted to possess her in the moment, not humiliate her. Hearing no objections, he continued. Little by little, he worked the thin, supple shaft into her rectum. He took his time. After the first two inches were inside her, there was less resistance. Eventually, only about an inch remained visible. Having never operated a vibrator before, he was guessing how it worked. He twisted the dial at the end of the toy and heard a gentle hum. Meghan groaned in pleasure.

Grant couldn't help but pause to enjoy the view. This beautiful woman on her knees, face down, her hands cuffed behind her back, ass in the air, with a pulsating toy inside her, was waiting for him. He knew the window was closing on her level of comfort. It was time to act.

"Meghan, it's time for me to fuck you. When you feel me inside you, and the sensation of this vibrator together, you're going to cum. Do you understand me?"

She nodded.

"What do you say, Meghan? I need the signal."

"Please... fuck me... Green."

Grant wasted no more time. Positioning himself behind her, he rubbed the condom-covered mushroom head of his cock over her slit. All the mingled juices and lubrication made entry easy. Her vagina was so tight and so very wet. He eased in and out of her, pushing deeper and deeper.

The vibration of the toy was like nothing he had ever experienced. Grant felt a sudden surge of desire to climax, and stopped thrusting. There had been so much stimulation and delay, he struggled to control himself. He felt the walls of her vagina grip and constrict around him. The circular end of the vibrator protruding from her ass was mesmerizingly erotic.

"Oh... God... you feel so good," she cooed.

He resumed thrusting and reached underneath Meghan to find her clit. As soon as he touched it, she moaned. With his other hand he grasped her large breast, pinched her nipple, and pulled it away from her body. She let out a deep, guttural moan. He concentrated on the rhythm of strumming her clitoris and nipple, while his cock was buried inside her.

Grant found it difficult to maintain the leverage needed to thrust into her. He released her breast and extracted his other hand from its work between her legs. Meghan made a sound of protest. He responded by slapping the cheek of her ass, harder than he intended.

"Oh, yes," she cried, "spank my ass, Daddy," she moaned.

Grant had to stop in mid thrust to keep from coming right then. He rested his hand over the red mark he'd left on her right ass cheek. Then with his other hand he slapped the other cheek even harder.

"Is that what you want?" He asked as he continued striking without waiting for an answer, her perfect bottom reddening with each slap.

"Yes, Daddy," she gasped, "I've been bad. I used you. Discipline me!"

"That's exactly what you did," said Grant as he resumed ramming his rock hard staff into Meghan's tight, liquidy slit.

He switched hands to slap the other cheek again. He could feel the heat radiating from her bottom as his cock plunged in and out of her. The force of his body had pushed the vibrator almost entirely inside her ass hole. He fumbled for the dial at the end still protruding and turned up the intensity. The vibrations transferred between her anus and vaginal walls that enveloped his member, and the impact was immediate. Grant was almost at the point of no return.