Is She Smiling at Me? Pt. 08 Ch. 01

Matt and the girls are back for a special two-chapter Christmas installment of the "Is She Smiling at Me?" series! As always, this story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. I love hearing feedback from my readers; please feel free to leave comments or contact me with your thoughts or suggestions.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

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"I'm dreaming of a white Christmas..."

Bing Crosby's smooth, mellow baritone filled the air as it poured from the speakers like liquid gold, rolling across the room in rich, gentle waves. A tall, pine Christmas tree festooned with decorations twinkled merrily in the corner, complemented by strings of luminous garlands adorning the spiral staircase and railing of the second-floor mezzanine that was our bedroom. The aureate light of hundreds of tiny LEDs reflected against the frosted glass panes of the huge, industrial windows of the loft, creating an illusion of depth and warmth extending beyond the confines of the apartment. Just outside the glass, thick, fluffy flakes of snow fell, catching the illumination and glowing against the dark sky as they made their lazy descent to earth.

It was Christmas eve, and Alex, Liz, and I had just finished a nice, light dinner; kind of a warm-up round before the feast I had planned for the next day. The three of us were snuggled together on the couch, half-watching old Christmas movies and drinking rum and eggnog; heavy on the rum. With no reason to venture out and brave the cold, we had spent a lazy, relaxing day at home and even now were still in our pajamas from the morning.

Alex on my right wore an oversized black t-shirt that fit her like a nightgown; her long, alabaster legs were exposed from upper-thigh right down to a pair of cute, black ankle socks. She was smiling happily as she sipped her coffee, her long, mahogany hair loose around her shoulders, framing her beautiful, freckled face. Liz was cuddled up to me on my left in her pink flannel bottoms and a tight, white tank top that hugged her ample bosom delightfully. Without a bra to obscure them, the imprints of her nipples had tantalized me all day, clearly showing through the thin material. In a quest to out-cute herself, she had her brunette hair tied back in pigtails with loose fringes falling around her big brown eyes.

"Did you want to give Matt his present, baby?" Alex asked, reaching over me to squeeze Liz on her upper arm.

"I was getting worried you forgot." Liz smiled brightly as she lifted her head from my shoulder.

"Wait, what?" I asked, surprised.

"We wanted to give you one of your gifts early," Liz explained, kissing me on the cheek before sliding off the couch and heading for the presents under the tree.

"I thought we agreed on presents tomorrow?" I hadn't picked out anything to give the girls tonight, and I was caught off guard.

"Don't worry about it, it's kind of for all of us," Alex replied with a mischievous grin just as Liz returned with a box wrapped in glossy red paper and a silver ribbon tied into a bow.

Raising an eyebrow as I looked back and forth between the girls, I accepted the package from Liz. The bow came loose with a light tug, unfurling and falling away as I tore into the paper, finally lifting the cardboard lid to peek inside. My first impulse was to laugh out loud at what I had found. It was a padded collar and a matching pair of cuffs, much like the set we frequently used to tie up Liz, except that they were black, whereas hers were pink, with a length of chain coiled in the bottom of the box. Immediately, I understood the implications of the gift, but it took me a moment longer to determine how I felt about them. An ambivalent range of emotions flashed through my mind; mild embarrassment, amusement, apprehension, curiosity, to name a few.

Alex was definitely at the top of the sexual power dynamic hierarchy in our relationship; I had no illusions about that. In terms of versatility, she and I were a fairly even split when it came to who was fucking who, but she was certainly the more dominant and aggressive of the two of us. While I had never thought of myself as submissive, I did love it when Alex took control and used me for our mutual pleasure. Her strength and confidence aroused me in ways no woman ever had before, driving me mad with hopeless lust for her big, gorgeous dick. Reflecting on those thoughts, I couldn't help but get a little excited and I felt my cock shift inside my pajamas.

"What do you think?!" Liz blurted out excitedly, studying my face for a reaction.

"It's... Nice?" I replied hesitantly, trying to play it off as though I wasn't suddenly turned on.

Alex didn't appreciate my unenthusiastic reaction and let me know with an eye roll and an exasperated sigh. She fished the collar out of the box and leaned in close to wrap it around my neck.

"What the fuck?" I laughed as she fussed with the buckle.

"You can pretend all you want," Alex hissed in my ear, "But we both know you're going to love this."

She wasn't wrong. I felt my excitement build, and her words sent a shiver down my spine. Alex got the collar fastened and slipped a couple of fingers in between the padding and my neck, pulling me into her for an intense kiss. I melted instantly at her forceful handling of me while her tongue invaded my mouth as if she owned it; though really, she kind of did. Then, just as abruptly as the kiss had started, Alex broke it off, leaving me slightly dazed.

"It suits you." She flashed a sultry grin as she sat back to admire her work.

"What do you think, Liz?"

"I'm so fuckin' turned on right now." Liz grinned happily with her eyes locked on the collar, prompting a laugh from Alex and me.

"Are you going to make me get drinks and stuff now?" I turned to Alex with a smirk.

"I'm not going to make you do anything; that's not how this works. I'm going to tell you what to do, and you're going to do it because you already want to, whether you know it or not. But yeah, since you mentioned it, drinks would be good." Her brilliant green eyes twinkled with amusement as she returned my smirk.

"Yes, ma'am." I chuckled, shaking my head as I rose from the couch.

"Mmm, I could get used to that," Alex said with a grin, leaning forward to deliver a light slap against my ass.

As I put together another round of drinks in the kitchen, I glanced over at the girls to see Alex leaning into Liz and whispering something in her ear. The younger girl wore a bright smile and was nodding enthusiastically at whatever Alex was telling her. After a moment she got up and scampered out of sight, climbing the stairs to our bedroom. Another wave of arousal came over me, wondering what sweet torment Alex had in store. Judging by Liz's excitement, whatever it was promised to be memorable.

When Liz returned, I was back on the couch, sitting next to Alex, sipping a glass of Jameson. She was now fully nude, save for her own cuffs and collar, already fastened around her wrists and neck. As I was admiring her petite frame and the enticing bounce of her generous breasts as she descended the stairs, I noticed she was carrying a bottle of lube in one hand. Alex let out a catcall as the younger girl wound her way down, making me grin while Liz giggled and blushed, smiling brilliantly.

"All right, you," Alex turned to me, "Lose the shirt."

"Yes, ma'am." I smiled, pulling my t-shirt over my head.

"Mmm," She purred, "Good boy."

Alex dug my new pair of cuffs out of the box, gesturing for me to offer her my wrists. I complied, extending my arms and watching her as she fastened the restraints around my wrists. Her movements were unhurried and methodical, but after she had gotten the first cuff buckled, our eyes met, and I saw a fire raging behind her beautiful, emerald irises. The fleeting look burned into my soul, exciting me terribly and making the hairs on the back of my neck stand straight out as another shiver ran down my spine. The power she had over me at that moment would have been frightening if not for my absolute and total trust in her, but the look passed as quickly as it had come when she turned her attention to my other wrist.

"Wait, wait!" I laughed, downing my whiskey as she produced a short length of chain.

Leaning back to attach the chain, Alex clipped it onto the rings on my cuffs, binding my hands behind my back. Next, she took a longer length of chain from the box, complete with a leather handle on one end, and clipped it to my collar, letting the links of cold metal dangle freely against my chest. Satisfied with her work, she grinned and turned her attention to Liz on her other side.

"How come Liz gets to have her hands out front?" I asked, watching Alex clip the two cuffs around our lover's wrists together.

"Liz can be trusted not to touch herself if I tell her not to," Alex explained matter-of-factly, flashing a wink and a smile over her shoulder at me.

She was right again, I realized. Alex's dominant tendencies were an interesting display of will and intuition. There was nothing cruel or degrading about the way she asserted herself over either Liz in the past or me now; instead, she had a certain understanding of us that she used to her advantage. It was as though she could reach deep inside and pull those submissive, subservient desires to the surface. She made me genuinely want to be a depraved slut for her, and she did it with a warm, loving sweetness I could never have truly understood had I not experienced it firsthand.

"Stand up, baby." Alex had turned her attention back to me after linking Liz's wrists together and attaching her leash.

Again, I complied, rising to my feet to stand before her. I watched as she reached for the draw-string on my pajamas, the bow coming free as she tugged at a loose end. The sudden slack in the waistband allowed the pants to fall low on my hips, exposing the uppermost edge of my short tuft of brown pubes. Alex kept pulling, dragging my pants down over my ass until they fell to the floor, leaving me nude and exposed as I stood there with my hands bound behind my back. She leaned in a placed a soft, lingering kiss on the top of my flaccid shaft, my cock responding with a twitch as it slowly began to swell.

"That's better." Alex smiled, her eyes scanning me up and down.

"Now get on the floor."

Without the use of my hands to brace myself, I kneeled gingerly, trying not to lose my balance as I sank to my knees. I felt a little awkward; naked, restrained, and vulnerable as Alex ordered me around, and I obeyed without hesitation. At the same time, I also felt excited and aroused, eager to please her however she wanted to be pleased. My desire to be used and enjoyed was fighting against my ego, but the desire was definitely coming out on top. Sitting down low on my knees, I looked up at her attentively, ready for whatever came next.

"You too, sweetie," Alex instructed Liz with a gentle, loving tone.

The younger girl slid off the couch and sunk to her knees next to me in a smooth, practiced motion. She glanced over at me, a brilliant smile illuminating her cute features as I watched her eyes drift over my naked, kneeling body. I couldn't help but smile back, feeling slightly self-conscious that she seemed so taken with my submissive posture.

"You two look so fucking hot right now." Alex purred, looking back and forth between us.

Liz and I exchanged a quick look, grinning at each other before turning our attention back to our lover.

"Okay," Alex continued, reclining back into the armrest of the couch and lifting her pale, naked legs off the ground to hang her feet from the cushion in front of us, "You're going to show me how much you love my feet. Take my socks off."

Liz began to move, lifting her hands to our lover's ankles, but Alex promptly stopped her.

"No, no, baby. I want Matt to do it." Her eyes flashed over to me and I saw that startling flame flare-up behind them once again as she grinned mischievously.

Without the use of my hands, I knew she meant for me to use my mouth instead. I looked at her cute feet, the dainty black ankle socks adding to the allure and fueling my arousal as I considered how I might remove them with only my lips, teeth, and tongue. Leaning in, I kissed her toes through the soft material, taking them in my mouth and trying to pull the fabric away from her skin. My concentration slipped as the light smell of her feet wafted into my nostrils and reached deep inside, arousing me to the pit of my soul. It wasn't a stink or even an odor, it was much more subtle than that; a sweet je ne sais quoi that had an effect on me far more powerful than the actual experience of it. With her toes still in my mouth, I inhaled her scent and let out a wavering sigh as my cock swelled.

"You didn't know you were into feet before you met us, did you, Matt?" Alex asked, clearly having noticed my reaction.

"Mm-mm." I hummed with a shake of my head as I tried to find purchase on the material.

"You know what I think it is?" Alex asked rhetorically as I tugged at the tip of her sock with my teeth, to no avail.

"It's the pheromones. Your subconscious picks up on it and you get turned on without ever really knowing why. The feet become a symbol of sex, hardwired into your brain."

Despite my distraction as I struggled to liberate her foot, her words hit home. The realization clicked like the flick of a switch, catalyzing a shiver of delight, and suddenly I was lost in a wave of arousal. The tension in my cock grew until I was fully erect and crazed with lust, desperate and determined to get the sock off her. I decided to try a different approach, moving up to her shapely ankle to slide my tongue between her smooth skin and the edge of the fabric.

My eyes met Liz's when I shifted position; she had been watching my struggle intently with a look that seemed a mix of pity and amusement as I lifted the material enough to get my teeth onto it. From there, it was easy. I pulled the edge of the sock over Alex's heel and slipped the whole thing off her foot in an effortless motion. Feeling triumphant, I shook my head side-to-side violently, like a puppy with a new toy, and tossed the sock to the side.

"That was fucking adorable!" Alex exclaimed with a brilliant smile, while Liz giggled cutely.

With my technique figured out, the other sock was off in seconds and I buried my nose into the curvature of the bottom of her toes, licking a long, wet trail up the center of her sole as I smelled her. Alex gasped lightly when my tongue washed over her, looking down at me with adoration while I worshipped her foot, reveling in the ever-so-faint taste of sweet, salty sweat. Liz took it as her cue to join in and began to hungrily devour the other foot, moaning lightly as she sucked Alex's perfect little toes. Any sense of self-consciousness I had left was gone to the wind and I moaned my own expression of lust as I slipped my tongue between each toe, pulling them into my mouth and greedily sucking before moving on to the next.

Liz and I indulged in our obsession with her sexy feet while Alex giggled, gasped, and moaned. After a few minutes, I shifted over to join Liz, and we kissed, licked, and sucked all over the same foot in a flurry of adoring moans and slurping lips. Occasionally, our tongues met as we lapped at our lover, and our mouths drew closer, little by little until we were kissing passionately, each humming our rampant desire while our tongues entwined and rolled together.

"Hey!" A sharp jerk on my leash yanked my lips away from Liz's.

"You're getting distracted." Alex scolded us.

Liz and I exchanged a little laugh, but Alex wasn't amused. She pulled me in by the collar, drawing me closer to her as she slid one long, slender leg off the couch, spreading her legs so I could see the foreskin-crowned tip of her beautiful cock hiding in the shadow under her t-shirt. Sitting up as she reeled me in, our lips drew near and I thought she was going to kiss me, but it turned out I was just in for more scolding.

"You are a bad influence." Alex hissed, barely above a whisper.

"Liz would never have stopped until I told her to if it weren't for you. You're going to have to come up with a way to make it up to me."

"I can think of one way." I grinned, my eyes flashing down to the tip of her cock and back up again, meeting her gaze.

"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" She scoffed, yet the playful gleam in her eyes betrayed her stern façade.

"Yes." I smiled again.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Make me believe it."

I knew she wanted me to beg. My ego didn't want to give her the satisfaction, but my lust far outweighed my pride, and it seemed the more I thought about resisting, the more hungry I became. The idea became a desire, the desire became an urge, and the urge became an insatiable need, all in micro-time as one part of my psyche fought a losing battle against another. Alex had turned me against myself, knowing how to bring out the most lascivious parts of me without lifting a finger.

"Please, Alex? I want to taste your cock so fuckin' bad." I pleaded.

There was no sense of role-playing in my words; I spoke with absolute sincerity. I was a desperate, cock-starved slut and I knew it. Liz reacted to my plea with an excited little gasp, reminding me that she had been right there beside me watching the whole exchange. As if it were possible, knowing that she was getting off on witnessing my submission only served to heighten my arousal.

My begging had apparently convinced Alex. She pulled me into her and kissed me aggressively, her tongue darting between my lips with a moan of approval. When we parted, she peeled her shirt up over her flawless body and tossed it aside. Watching her as she leaned back against the armrest, my eyes drifted up the defined lines of her abdominals towards her perfect little breasts. Her cock was a little engorged, but still mostly flaccid, laying against her smooth, pale inner thigh, beckoning my attention. As I leaned in, salivating with anticipation, Alex offered Liz a spot on the couch to come watch. The younger girl leaped at the opportunity, letting out an excited squeal as she crawled up next to Alex and cuddled under her arm, head resting on Alex's stomach for a close-up view.

Smiling as I stared up at the two beautiful women looking down at me, I licked the length of Alex's cock from tip to base in a slow, lingering motion. Nuzzling my face into her, I felt the heat of her member against my cheek while I licked her smooth balls, delighting in the scent of her as my passion inflamed. Kissing and licking all over her, I made my way back to her foreskin-shrouded glans, gently pulling at the soft folds with my lips. Alex let out a light moan while I teased her sheath, tugging and nibbling, slipping my tongue inside to make a slow circle around her head, reveling in the sweet taste of her precum as it oozed out of her. Her cock grew with each passing second until it supported its own weight, standing stiff and proud; a rigid, throbbing monument to her power over me.

When I felt I had teased her supple foreskin enough, I wrapped my lips around her and slid down the entirety of her substantial member, feeling her stretch my tonsils as I pressed on until she was buried in my throat. Alex moaned and Liz emitted another soft gasp while I held still, Alex's neat muff of ginger pubes tickling my nose. My eyes flicked up to Liz; she was biting her lower lip as she watched me intently, a look of arousal on her face. I winked at her and she giggled; it was Liz who had helped me develop my deepthroat skills so that I could pleasure Alex as she could. Backing off a little, I felt my throat contract as the big cock that had occupied it was withdrawn, and then stretch again when I pushed back down.