Lucy Ch. 02

Finally, he couldn't take any more, and his head rolled back onto my shoulder, an anguished cry escaping his lips.

"Please, please," he begged, but unsatisfied with his lack of vocabulary, I remained silent, only pushing him even harder down onto the dildo, causing him to groan again, his mouth hanging open as I fisted him swiftly.

"Please Miss, may I, may I come?"

He was virtually whimpering, his body shaking with need, and I smiled evilly at him, content to let him suffer the pounding his arse was taking for a few more minutes.

"Yes, love, come for me," I whispered at last, and Nik cried out, falling back against me as he impaled himself hard on the dildo.

With the hand that had been on his hip now braced on the ground behind us, I pumped his throbbing cock with the other, and within seconds, his thick, creamy seed shot from him, his body wracked with spasms as his arse clenched on the invading object. Stringy ropes of come covered my fingers as my lover lost himself to sensation, collapsed against me. I waited, coercing the last drops of semen from his slackening member for him to recover, and when he did, it was with a shudder.

"Was that good?" I asked softly, and he lifted himself off my body.

He was shaking; his hands still gripping the lip of the bathtub as I'd commanded, but he was leaning forward on his arms now, his head resting on one arm. He was waiting for me to remove the toy for him; he obviously lacked the strength in the aftermath of his orgasm.

"Relax," I said, and with the hand not covered in his come, I gently unstuck the phallus from the tiled floor, and pulled it from his spent body.

Nik moaned pitifully, and dragged himself to his feet. His come was cooling and drying on my hand, and after tossing the dildo into the bathroom sink, I offered it to him. As he'd done so many times before, my lover licked my fingers clean, his soft tongue gently tickling me. His eyes were still half closed, but as soon as he was done cleaning his come off my hand, he checked the water in the bath, and offered me a hand getting in.

We sat together in the large bath for almost an hour, Nik gently tending to me before lying back with a washer over his face. As soon as I couldn't stand the silence any more, I pressed a finger into his side, and he caught my hand under the water, stilling it against his chest.

"Nik?"

Nik took the washer off his face, and looked at me expectantly.

"You're more silent than usual," I said, trying and failing to stop my bottom lip from pouting.

He gave me a small smile, and brought my hand to his lips.

"You exhausted me," he explained, placing soft kisses all over the back of my hand. "Do you still want to go dancing?"

I did, but I didn't want Nik any more exhausted than he was already, so I shook my head.

"No. I want to lie in bed for a while. We should discuss what we're going to do about Sebastian," I said instead.

Nik must really have been tired, because he couldn't hide the relief that showed when I said the word 'bed'. He nodded, and slowly raised himself out of the water.

As soon as we were dry and nestled together in bed, Nik's living dead state instantly lost it's liveliness. I lay there, watching his even breathing, the worry lines on his face smoothing into a serene expression.

I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, the room had been thrown into darkness. Panicking, I checked the clock. We had less than an hour before Sebastian would arrive!

By the time Nik had dressed me in a red cocktail dress and black satin pumps, and thrown on his own white cotton shirt and black leather pants, it was ten to six.

"No time for souffle," Nik said, smiling as he walked away toward the kitchen.

The doorbell sounded then, and I skipped to the front door. Peering through the keyhole, I saw Sebastian standing there under the front door light, rocking on his heels. He'd changed into a pair of stone-wash jeans and a blue polo shirt. He turned around to admire what he could see of the front garden, and I opened the door.

"Hello, Sebastian," I said, smiling as he turned and the full effect of my outfit did a number on him. "Please, come in," I continued sweetly, gesturing the young man inside.

"Wow," he said gazing around the hallway with wide eyes, "Your house is massive!"

I fluttered my eyelashes, still smiling demurely, and led him to the living room. Nik was already sitting, a tray of drinks on the coffee table in front of him. I bent over, giving Sebastian the perfect opportunity to admire my assets, and picked up two glasses of clear liquid, careful to hand him the one laced with Dexedrine.

"To red dresses," Nik proposed, raising his glass and winking at me wickedly.

I smiled back, that familiar blush gracing my cheeks.

"Hm. To broken computers," I added, and then we both turned to Sebastian, who just blinked at us.

"Oh," he said, staring at his glass. "To, hm. To working visas," he exclaimed, and raised his glass.

"Cheers," I added, and Nik and I downed our glasses of water in one mouthful.

Still wide-eyed, Sebastian followed suit, gulping down dexamphetamine laced, fifty percent vodka that instantly burned his throat.

"Oh god!" he coughed, spluttering and shaking his head.

"Good, isn't it," I commented, letting my amusement show.

"What the hell?!"

"Vodka, direct from my hometown," my lover explained, an edge of annoyance in his voice.

"Takes some getting used to," I added, kindly.

"Jesus, I'll say," Sebastian replied, struggling not to cough.

"Want a beer?" Nik asked, standing.

"Yeah, please."

Nik left the living room, and Sebastian gave me an incredulous look.

"Is that how you always greet guests?" he asked, his voice still raspy.

I smiled and placed a hand on his knee.

"Always."

Sebastian shifted uncomfortably and looked around.

"So where's this computer?" he asked, standing and edging away from me.

"Upstairs," I replied, as Nik returned, two bottles in hand.

Giving one to Sebastian, he knocked the necks together, and raised his.

"Budmo."

Sebastian smiled, albeit uneasily, but brought the bottle to his lips and took a swig.

"Ah, much better," he said, smiling in earnest now.

Nik nodded toward the staircase.

"Still want to check the computer?"

"Yeah, definitely," the young man replied.

"Head on up. I just need to check the souffle."

I picked up the tray of now empty glasses and made to follow Nik to the kitchen, but stopped as soon as Sebastian was up the stairs and out of view.

"Did you double dose him?" I asked, pushing the tray into Nik's waiting hands.

He nodded, frowning.

"He spat more than half the first one out," he said, emptying his beer down the sink. "It won't hurt him," he added, seeing my concern.

"Well, you'd better get up there," I replied, letting Nik try to soothe the wrinkles between my brows. "Before it kicks in."

Nik nodded, and left me, taking the stairs two at a time. I counted very slowly to one hundred, and then followed. At the doorway of the study, I saw Sebastian sitting at the desk, his eyes concentrating on the screen in front of him, and Nik leaning close over his shoulder. Small beads of sweat lined the young man's brow, but he seemed too focussed to notice my lover's close proximity.

"You're still going on that one," I said, breaking Sebastian's concentration.

He stared at me, and then followed my gaze to the half empty bottle of beer. It was then he realised that Nik was leaning over from behind him.

"Oh, yeah," he stammered, frowning to himself, and took another gulp. "I've cleaned up the disk space, and deleted a few rogue programs, so you should get a better run out of it, now," he said, and finished the bottle. "Is it warm in here?"

I smiled and shrugged.

"I don't think so. Nik why don't you check the thermostat, just in case?"

Giving Nik a meaningful wink, I watched him leave the room, a smirk on his sweet lips. But it wasn't his sweet lips I wanted. I crossed the room quickly, just as Sebastian stood up, and then closed the gap between us. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, I pressed my lips against his. I licked my way through his surprised, pursed lips, and eventually, he began to kiss me back, drinking me in.

"Wait," he gasped, pulling out of my arms.

He stared at me in shock. We stood there, barely a foot apart, and I stared into his bright, cerulean eyes, which stared back just as curiously.

"I've wanted to do that since the moment we met," I said softly, giving him a coy smile.

"But," he stuttered, glancing at the doorway of the study, "what about your husband?"

I raised my eyebrow, but continued to smile at him sweetly.

"Sebastian?"

"What?"

"Kiss me."

My young Canadian needed no further encouragement, as he pulled me into his warm arms to taste me again.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?"

Sebastian pulled away from me in a flash, his cheeks flushing even more. I glanced at my lover shyly, still wearing the smile I'd donned for Sebastian. He was standing at his full height, his long brown hair fanned out behind him, his dark eyes narrowed purposefully at Sebastian.

"I didn't, she, but," the young man started in complete fear.

"Downstairs. Now," Nik said, dangerously soft. "You," he added, pointing at Sebastian, "stay here."

Without looking in either man's eyes, I slipped silently from the room, but with no intention of going downstairs, I leaned against the hallway unnoticed, to listen in. Nik didn't wait for Sebastian to start apologising before laying into him.

"How dare you touch her!"

"I didn't mean to-"

"Don't interrupt! What were you thinking? I invite you into my house, and this is how you repay me?!"

"I'm sorry-"

I heard a sharp smacking sound, followed by a gasp, and realised Nik had just slapped Sebastian, hard.

"You will be."

Grinning widely at the sudden silence, I couldn't help but sneak a peek into the study, and peered with one eye over the door frame for a split second. The vision in front of me was astounding. Nik had one strong hand around Sebastian's throat, almost holding him up by the jaw, the other on the young man's shoulder. But it wasn't their position that amazed me; Sebastian's bright blue eyes had glazed over completely, as though in a trance.

I leaned my head back against the wall, pressing a hand over my mouth to stop an excited squeal. I should never have doubted my love. Nik always keeps his promises.

"Down on your knees."

The words were soft, as though Nik knew the effect his hand at Sebastian's throat was having.

"But-"

More silence followed, and then I heard the unmistakable sound of a fly being unzipped, and I almost did squeal my excitement. Every sound they made was going straight to my pussy. I was sure I was so wet I'd soaked through my lace panties. I closed my eyes, waited patiently, and listened to Sebastian's sucking, slurping noises, and Nik's quiet murmurs of encouragement. The muscles of my pussy were clenching with every sound, my nipples tickled hard by the clinging satin dress.

"Mmm, Miss."

Nik's moan was nearly inaudible, but it pierced my ears with intent. I stepped back into the study doorway confidently. Sebastian's back was to me, but Nik's eyes were on the door, waiting for me to rejoin them. His hands were on either side of the young man's flushed face, and he helped Sebastian's bobbing head push his engorged member past his lips.

Silently, I approached them until I was within an arm's length. I watched, fascinated, as my lover's long, stiff cock slid quickly into Sebastian's willing mouth, and back out again, until just the head was encased behind his lips. Sebastian's eyes were closed; he was either enjoying this too much, or he didn't want to visually admit to what he was actually doing.

Nik moaned again, and he closed his eyes as his strong hands forced Sebastian to glide his mouth along the length of his straining cock.

"Swallow," Nik ordered, and Sebastian grunted, but I couldn't tell if it was in agreeance or denial.

With one hand behind the young man's neck, and the other holding his face, Nik pushed his cock deep down Sebastian's throat, then threw his head back and gasped as the hot, wet flesh surrounding his cock convulsed, clenching around his member. He cried out as he came, keeping Sebastian's head in place, forcing him to swallow every drop. Sebastian continued to struggle, but it was in vain, and he went from gurgling and sucking desperately to smacking his hands against Nik's thighs.

Smiling devilishly, Nik pushed the young man away, and zipped himself up again. Sebastian fell back on the floor at my feet, gasping and coughing. He glared up at Nik, and didn't notice me kneeling down behind him. Before he could react, I had him in my arms, and cradled him against me.

"Ooh, there, there," I cooed happily, "did you enjoy that?"

Thoroughly confused, Sebastian looked back up into my face, his cheeks red, his lips bruised.

"What?"

I smiled and fluttered my eyelashes at him.

"You missed a bit," I added, and picked up a drop of cum from the corner of his mouth and licked my fingertip.

"I think I should go," he said, and escaped out of my arms, but Nik was too quick for him.

He pulled the confused Canadian from the doorway and into his chest, pinning his arms to his sides.

"I think you should stay and make Miss Lucy happy," he whispered coarsely.

"I don't- what- Miss?"

Sebastian turned around in Nik's embrace, and my love let him go. I stood up and brushed my skirt of non-existent dust, then waved my ring-free left hand and smiled innocently at them both.

"You're not married?" Sebastian asked, looking from Nik to me and back again.

"I never said we were," I replied, raising an eyebrow at him.

"But that, you, you!" he exclaimed, pointing at Nik. "I thought-"

Nik chuckled, and I smiled at him.

"You thought what we wanted you to think," he said softly, smirking at the poor boy.

"And I still haven't had my fun, yet," I pouted at both of them, but Sebastian seemed lost.

"I don't understand."

I dropped the act and stepped toward him, letting the leer vanish from my face.

"I wasn't lying before, when I said I'd wanted to do that since the moment we met," I said, approaching him carefully. "But that's not all I wanted to do with you. Won't you stay and play with us?" I asked.

Sebastian was shaking his head, but with Nik standing in the doorway, and me closing on him slowly, he had no where to run to. At that moment, I wondered if he would demand to be allowed to leave, or worse, call the police.

"I'm not into guys," he said, and Nik snorted. "I'm not!" he insisted, glaring at him.

I pressed a hand onto his arm, but Sebastian didn't shy away. His skin was warm, still, and he looked at me with his intense cerulean eyes.

"Best way to break away your inhibitions. Play with just me, then," I soothed, and took his clammy hand.

Nik moved aside, and let me lead Sebastian from the study to the bedroom.

"I don't know," Sebastian murmured, but he let me pull him by the hand to the side of our canopy bed.

"Sebastian," I said softly, leaning into him.

I could have lost myself in his eyes forever, but it was what I wanted, not what I needed. Instead, I pressed my lips against his, and drank him in, tasting my lover and beer and uncertainty.

"Why don't you lie down?" I asked, and pushed him onto the bed.

He smiled at me nervously from where he'd landed, and I walked around the bed to the second drawer.

"What are you getting?"

I fished around the drawer for a minute, and then smiled as I found what I was looking for.

"Something special, just for you."

I pulled the cat o'nine tails from the drawer and closed it. Sebastian's eyes widened incredibly when he saw what I held in my hands.

"No. No way," he started, backing up to the headboard.

I frowned and huffed at him sadly.

"You prefer sucking cock?"

Sebastian frowned at me, and Nik walked in the door.

"Miss, if you don't mind?" he asked, walking up to the bed.

I nodded, and my lover swiftly bent over to Sebastian and held him firmly around the throat.

"You will do everything Miss Lucy asks of you, is that understood?" he asked the wide-eyed young man.

Sebastian's gaze was locked on Nik's, and he could only nod mutely.

"Good boy," he whispered, and holding Sebastian still, he looked at me.

When both men were giving me their (almost) full attention, I smiled delightedly at them.

"Take off your clothes, then get on the bed, hands and knees," I ordered, and Nik let go of Sebastian.

The young Canadian seemed shocked, but let Nik help him to his feet. Very quickly, he undressed. He was fit, his abs were only just visible, but there was barely an ounce of fat on him. I watched, amused as Nik took his shirt and folded it in his arms, then did the same with his jeans. Sebastian's eyes flitted from me to the bed, his breathing coming in short pants.

"The boxers, too," I ordered with a raised eyebrow, when he put a knee on the bed.

Clearly not wanting the hands around his throat again any time soon, Sebastian did what he was told, and shed his boxers, then knelt down on the bed.

"I don't want pain," he stuttered quietly, still eyeing the whip in my hands.

"Then you'd better make sure I'm too tired to use it," I warned.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked, trying to look up at me, but I was already moving around to his head.

Nik, his dark eyes always on me, eagerly unzipped me when I pulled my red tresses forward. Stepping out of the dress, I knelt on the bed, and sat in front of the young man's face, my clean shaven pussy less than a foot from his nostrils, my legs stretched out on either side of his hands.

"Does this answer your question? I want to know if you're as good with girls as you are with guys," I replied, raising an eyebrow and smirking at him.

"Can I lie down?"

I shook my head, still smiling sweetly at him, and waved the whip in front of his eyes.

"I'll get a better mark with this if you need encouragement."

"Okay," Sebastian said, though I thought he must have been talking to himself, because he was staring at my pussy like it was a work of art.

Very quickly, he dipped his head, and I felt his tongue dart out and press directly onto my clit, and then roughly lave downwards.

"Ah! Good lord!" I cried, and brought the whip down swiftly over his back, smacking him over his left shoulderblade. "What the hell is wrong with you?! Do you always go like a bull at a gate?"

I heard the young man curse in front of me, and brought the whip down hard on his other shoulderblade.

"Stop cussing. Start again, and keep your high school moves to yourself."

Sebastian gave me a fiery glare, which only excited me further, before returning his attention to my waiting pussy.

"Miss? May I?"

Frowning and nodding, I handed the whip over to my lover, and he stood at the side of the bed and crossed his arms, watching for any indication of irritation from me.

"Fair warning, Sebastian. I'm going to start whipping you if you don't get to work satisfying Miss Lucy," Nik said in a dangerous tone.

Instead of replying, Sebastian dropped his head to my snatch, and I felt his tongue gently snake out along the outside of my pussy. Flattening his tongue, he licked up my pussy lips, sucking gently, and I sighed at the soft movements.

"Much better," I encouraged, moaning softly as he continued the gentle sweeps of his tongue, gently dipping into my wet heat as he moved up and down along the slit. " Nik's going to whip you now," I said, and Sebastian shook his head, the sideways movements of his tongue tickling my pussy lips. "Not too hard. Bear it for me?"

Hearing a small whimper from Sebastian, I nodded at Nik and closed my eyes, content to listen to the sound of the snapping of leather on skin, and feel Sebastian's tongue jump against my clit every time the whip made contact with his back.