me with small smiles and sex glazed eyes.
“I, um……..”
“What did you want to talk about?” she says as I get all thoughts of the three of us together, out of my mind.
“What sort of relationship do you two have?” I point between them.
“Mason found out about the lifestyle a few years back and started visiting a club that I used to frequent. He approached me after he’d watched me scene with my then sub, I was willing to take him on, if he’d remain free from drugs. I offered him my help to detox and after a few failed attempts, I told him that until he was clean I didn’t want anything more to do with him,” Stella starts.
“I filled you in on how she knocked me out and sent me to rehab.” Mason cuts in.
“Okay, but what’s your relationship now? I mean it’s been a while since rehab and I can see that you two are quite close. I suppose, I just want to know where my place is in this relationship so I can get it right in my mind.”
Stella stands and takes four steps to reach me. She sits on my lap and with delicate fingers she runs them over my hair and the back of my neck. With her touch I instantly relax, there’s something about her presence that I can find peace and contentment.
All my darkened memories vanish when she makes contact with me. My fears fade away and my shattered soul slowly glues back together.
“Do you need a name for us to work?” Her hot breath reaches my ear.
“I just want to know my place,” I say as I accept her affection.
“You don’t know where you belong in this life, Ryan. We need to figure that out first.” She nips on my earlobe then leaves my lap to go sit beside Mason again.
It takes me a few moments for the haze to lift and for me to regain my senses.
“What do you and Mason have then?”
“We have an arrangement and an agreement. Nothing more. We’re sexually compatible and we both give each other what we need and want,” Mason says.
“So you’re not in love with each other?” I ask.
“We’ve talked about this, Ry. I told you, it’s not like that for us. We have a strong friendship, and we’re both attracted to the other, but neither of us are in love. Do I love Stella? Yes, of course. But I don’t see her as my wife, as she doesn’t see me as her husband.” I look at Stella and she’s nodding agreeing with Mason’s words.
“Then how do you put that barrier up to stop that connection happening?” I quiz them both.
“We provide each other a service, and companionship,” Stella steps in and answers.
“Then what happens if either of you find your perfect partner and you want to be with them?” I look at both of them as I ask.
“Ryan, I’m thirty-four and Stella’s thirty-six, we’ve been doing this for a couple of years. The one thing that works for us so well is how open our communication is, without honesty we would’ve fallen apart a long time ago.”
I nod my head just listening and trying to soak up all the information.
“Have you had two subs before, Stella?” Instantly her face lights up and a huge smile takes over her face.
I look to Mason, and see he’s the same too. I assume that’s a yes.
“Yes I did, but it was only for a short period of time. Mason told me he wanted two women together, so I organized to borrow a sub from a Dom that I know. The sub was fantastic, she fulfilled Mason’s fantasy and I got back into being able to taste a woman.”
Back into being able to taste a woman?
She’s bi sexual?
Fuck, my cock’s getting hard again.
Just imagining Stella sitting pretty on a bed, with a brunette between her legs as she laps at Stella’s sweet arousal from her velvety slit. Shit!
Damn, stop thinking with my cock.
“Um.” I clear my throat. “What do you mean you borrowed? Does that happen often?”
“Exactly what it sounds like, I borrowed a sub from a Dom. Every D/s relationship has their own rules to suit them. Sometimes they try things and it doesn’t work so they agree not to
“I, um……..”
“What did you want to talk about?” she says as I get all thoughts of the three of us together, out of my mind.
“What sort of relationship do you two have?” I point between them.
“Mason found out about the lifestyle a few years back and started visiting a club that I used to frequent. He approached me after he’d watched me scene with my then sub, I was willing to take him on, if he’d remain free from drugs. I offered him my help to detox and after a few failed attempts, I told him that until he was clean I didn’t want anything more to do with him,” Stella starts.
“I filled you in on how she knocked me out and sent me to rehab.” Mason cuts in.
“Okay, but what’s your relationship now? I mean it’s been a while since rehab and I can see that you two are quite close. I suppose, I just want to know where my place is in this relationship so I can get it right in my mind.”
Stella stands and takes four steps to reach me. She sits on my lap and with delicate fingers she runs them over my hair and the back of my neck. With her touch I instantly relax, there’s something about her presence that I can find peace and contentment.
All my darkened memories vanish when she makes contact with me. My fears fade away and my shattered soul slowly glues back together.
“Do you need a name for us to work?” Her hot breath reaches my ear.
“I just want to know my place,” I say as I accept her affection.
“You don’t know where you belong in this life, Ryan. We need to figure that out first.” She nips on my earlobe then leaves my lap to go sit beside Mason again.
It takes me a few moments for the haze to lift and for me to regain my senses.
“What do you and Mason have then?”
“We have an arrangement and an agreement. Nothing more. We’re sexually compatible and we both give each other what we need and want,” Mason says.
“So you’re not in love with each other?” I ask.
“We’ve talked about this, Ry. I told you, it’s not like that for us. We have a strong friendship, and we’re both attracted to the other, but neither of us are in love. Do I love Stella? Yes, of course. But I don’t see her as my wife, as she doesn’t see me as her husband.” I look at Stella and she’s nodding agreeing with Mason’s words.
“Then how do you put that barrier up to stop that connection happening?” I quiz them both.
“We provide each other a service, and companionship,” Stella steps in and answers.
“Then what happens if either of you find your perfect partner and you want to be with them?” I look at both of them as I ask.
“Ryan, I’m thirty-four and Stella’s thirty-six, we’ve been doing this for a couple of years. The one thing that works for us so well is how open our communication is, without honesty we would’ve fallen apart a long time ago.”
I nod my head just listening and trying to soak up all the information.
“Have you had two subs before, Stella?” Instantly her face lights up and a huge smile takes over her face.
I look to Mason, and see he’s the same too. I assume that’s a yes.
“Yes I did, but it was only for a short period of time. Mason told me he wanted two women together, so I organized to borrow a sub from a Dom that I know. The sub was fantastic, she fulfilled Mason’s fantasy and I got back into being able to taste a woman.”
Back into being able to taste a woman?
She’s bi sexual?
Fuck, my cock’s getting hard again.
Just imagining Stella sitting pretty on a bed, with a brunette between her legs as she laps at Stella’s sweet arousal from her velvety slit. Shit!
Damn, stop thinking with my cock.
“Um.” I clear my throat. “What do you mean you borrowed? Does that happen often?”
“Exactly what it sounds like, I borrowed a sub from a Dom. Every D/s relationship has their own rules to suit them. Sometimes they try things and it doesn’t work so they agree not to
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