I almost feel faint when our lips meet again and I feel Baron’s hand run lightly over the material of my dress, his touch light as he caresses my shoulder before heading to my nipple and down my stomach and then even lower…teasing me with his light touches.
Captain seems to enjoy this new dynamic, his kisses becoming even more fervent than before. I sense no jealousy coming from him, and I give in to their dual attention.
I stiffen, however, when I feel Baron’s hand sneak underneath my panties.
“Relax,” Captain whispers as he slips his fingers under my panties, as well. I instinctively spread my legs wider, inviting both men to continue.
Soon, I am moaning in pure pleasure, my pussy aching as it builds toward climax while I alternate kisses from one man to the other.
It is pure decadence to have these two men pleasing my body at the same time, and I give in fully to the experience, crying out in pleasure when Baron tells me to come. I hold my breath as my orgasm reaches its zenith, extremely turned on by having both men play with me.
My back arches of its own accord as my body finds release in a beautiful crescendo of sensual pulses, each one taking my breath away in its intensity.
I lay there afterward, repeating to myself, “Wow…just wow.”
Captain stares at me tenderly. “You are beautiful when you climax.”
“Agreed,” Baron answers, kissing my wet mound in appreciation before kissing me on the lips.
I am such a spoiled sub…
“This is where I leave,” Captain states, standing up stiffly, his erection outlined in his pants.
“Let me relieve you of this,” I tell him playfully, looking at his hard cock trapped in the tight material.
“I’m fine,” he insists, holding out his hand to Baron.
Baron stands to shake his hand but he, too, is sporting an impression erection. I feel both proud and humbled. Proud that I have had that effect on them, and humbled that they chose to please me and not themselves.
“Let me see you out,” Baron insists.
Captain turns to me, “Stay here, pet. There is something I need to discuss with Baron.”
I nod my consent and dutifully stay behind, but the nerves from before suddenly kick in again as they talk quietly at the door. After Captain leaves, Baron returns and sits beside me on the couch.
“I told you there was something I would like to focus on tonight.”
I nod, my heart racing because I know it has something to do with Liege.
“You once shared that Liege hurt you while having anal sex.”
My eyes widen. That experience is something I never want to repeat, and it’s not a scene I would willingly choose.
“I see by your expression the damage he has done.” Baron strokes my cheek tenderly. “Anal sex can be quite sensual and pleasing for both partners. I want to return that to you.”
I can’t hide my fear, but ask, “How?”
“The two of us would enjoy some extensive foreplay to ready your body and mind, I would apply plenty of lube, and we’d start with this.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a jeweled butt plug. “As you can see, this one is small and will go in easily.”
He hands it to me. I’m charmed by the pretty gold and pink jewel. Baron is right, it isn’t big enough to be intimidating.
“Once your body is primed with this, you will be ready to begin, and I promise to take it as slow as you need. My primary goal is to bring you pleasure tonight.”
I frown. “But isn’t that my job as a sub?”
“It is, and tonight your pleasure is my pleasure.”
I let out a nervous sigh. Although I trust Baron, this is a hard limit for me because of my experience with Liege. “What happens if, despite all you’ve done, it still hurts?”
“Then we stop. The last thing I want to do is hurt you.”
I nod my head calmly, but there are conflicting emotions running through me. I know the decision lies with me. Although it scares me, I also know this is something Captain would never challenge me with. He likes to spoil me, not test me.
I could walk away from this offer and never have to face it again. Or…I could trust Baron and possibly erase that memory of Liege forever. The idea of that proves too great and I agree.
Baron kisses me on the lips, his eyes flashing with excitement. “To be the one to change your experience is an honor, Candy.”
The fact that Baron cares so deeply about this only heightens my confidence in him as my Dom. Knowing my safeword is my way out, I eagerly comply when he tells me to undress.
“You are a cute little thing,” he says as he picks me up in his arms and carries me to his bedroom.
Laying me on his bed, he tells me with a smirk, “Foreplay begins with eye candy, Candy.”
I giggle, watching as he unbuttons his shirt and pulls it back, exposing his dark skin and those toned chest and stomach muscles. I very much appreciate his eye candy.
Baron then unbuckles his pants, pulling his belt out of the belt loops and letting it fall to the floor. The sound of the metal buckle hitting the floor sends a pleasant shiver through my whole body. Slowly unzipping his jeans, Baron pulls them down, along with his boxers.
His erection is quite impressive, but the look in his eyes has me totally captivated.
Once fully undressed, he comes back to the bed and lies beside me. “Let me tastes those lips again.”
I melt into Baron’s embrace, swept away by his comfortable dominance. His kisses excite me and his hands tease me until I’m trembling with desire.
That’s when he orders me to sit on his face while I suck his cock. I purr in delight but, because of my small size, it’s a challenge for us. With my pussy positioned over his mouth, I can only reach the head of his cock with my lips, and I have to stroke the rest of his shaft with my hand.
Baron doesn’t seem to mind, going down on my pussy as he orders me to please him. The stimulation of being eaten while sucking his cock sends jolts of electricity through my body. I never knew how sexy sixty-nining could be, but my enthusiasm proves too much and he orders me to stop several times.
The third time, he gives up and rolls me onto the bed beside him, chuckling as he looks at me. “There’s only so much a man can take.”
I grin. “But it’s so much fun, I don’t want to stop yet.”
“We can start up again, but we must do something first.”
Baron leaves the bed for a moment and returns with a bottle of lube and the pretty butt plug. I stare at it warily as he covers it in lubricant.
“No need to fear it,” he assures me. Baron orders me on all fours before rejoining me on the bed. I bite my lip when I feel his hand, slick with lubricant, caressing the rim of my ass. It suddenly becomes real for me and I start breathing fast. I have to block out the memories of Liege. This experience is not the same, and I want to know what Baron can teach me.
“Relax. You’ll like this,” he assures me in that sexy baritone.
After he has thoroughly coated my ass with lubricant, he places the cold metal of the butt plug against it. “I’ll only press lightly. It will be your body that invites it in,” he tells me. “All I need you to do is bear down.”
I close my eyes as I push with my inner muscles, and the most amazing thing happens. The toy slips inside with no pain whatsoever. I look back at him in surprise.
He just smiles and asks, “How does it feel?”
The sensations are so new, I have to think for a moment before I answer. “It feels good, but strange. I like the feeling of fullness.”
“And your ass is that much more adorable with that jewel,” he compliments, as he wipes his hands off with a hand towel. “Are you ready to sixty-nine me again?”
I am eager to, and feel a little kinkier with the toy inside me.
I climb back into position and grasp his thick cock. This time, however, I lick the head of it like a kitten—with light, but rapid, strokes of my tongue.
“Oh,
hell…what are you doing? It feels too fucking good!”
I take that as permission to continue and return my attention to his cock. Baron groans loudly before pressing my pussy against his mouth and teaching me the mastery of his tongue.
I feel the tension building to dizzying heights, and I momentarily stop as it overtakes me and I come against his tongue, the toy lodged in my ass. I find it exciting and mew softly afterward, overwhelmed by the intensity of my orgasm.
I grasp his cock again and stick out my tongue to catch the precum glistening on the head of his shaft.
“Not another lick,” he orders.
Before I can protest, Baron lifts me off himself. He stares down at his raging hard-on and tells me, “I’m ready if you’re willing.”
My pussy contracts in pleasure and fear. I remember the pain when Liege did it, but nothing I’ve experienced with Baron is remotely similar and I’m aching for more.
In answer, I get on all fours and look back at him.
Baron’s hazel eyes glint with desire as he positions himself behind me. “You’ll need to relax as I pull the plug out.”
I close my eyes as I concentrate on relaxing. For some unexplainable reason, my body resists the toy leaving, and I have to focus on relaxing my muscles enough to let go.
Baron immediately replaces the toy with his lubricated fingers, stroking the inside of my ass to further lubricate and prepare me for his cock. My whole body is tingling in excitement and anticipation, but the fear lingers.
“Do you want to call your safeword?” he asks.
It is in this moment when I fully submit to Baron, trusting him enough to cross my hard limit.
“No, I want you to take me.”
I wait, my breath coming in short, quick gaps as he lubricates his shaft before positioning himself behind me.
Baron places one hand on my right butt cheek to help guide me and says, “Rock against me gently so your body can adjust. You are in control. I will not move.”
Being in control at this moment is exactly what I need to hear, and I turn to look back at him as I begin to rock, the head of his cock pressing against my sensitive hole.
Because of the butt plug, my muscles are less tight, and I find it’s not painful as I take more of the head of his shaft. Remembering the trick with the toy, I bear down and am surprised when the entire head slips inside. I freeze for a moment, shocked by the fullness of his cock inside my ass, but Baron is right, I feel no pain.
When I feel I’m ready to continue, I begin rocking against him again, taking more and more of his cock.
“It’s sexy to watch my dark shaft disappear into that tight ass,” he comments.
His words turn me on, making me even wetter. I keep up the motion, stopping from time to time to let my body adjust. True to his word, Baron never moves, letting me decide on the depth and pressure.
There comes a point when his hard shaft is deep inside my ass that I choose to give up control. I look back and gaze into those hazel eyes. “Take me, Baron.”
He lets out a manly growl of satisfaction as he grabs my buttocks and slowly pulls out. My body resists his leaving, squeezing his cock tightly in protest. He them pushes back inside, centimeter by centimeter. All the nerve endings in my ass fire off at once, making me shiver in delight.
Baron lowers himself, wrapping one arm under my stomach in an intimate embrace as he begins rolling his hips—each stroke slow and sensual.
I am completely under his erotic spell. I purr in pleasure, delighting in this kinky but intimate exchange.
Baron’s claiming is slow and gentle. When he finally orgasms, I join his cry of passion as he coats my ass with his come.
Afterward, as we lay together I can’t stop smiling.
“What?” he asks in amusement.
“I never thought it could be like that, Baron.”
He kisses me on the forehead. “Now you know.”
I look at him in wonder. “You’re amazing.”
He chuckles. “I certainly don’t mind hearing that after a scene…”
“No, Baron. I’m serious. I don’t know how I can ever thank you.”
“Enjoy a good session of anal sex every now and then. That will be thanks enough.”
When Captain returns to take me home, I see his expression is one of concern as soon as he walks through the door. “Everything went well?” he asks.
“Very well, Captain.”
His smile is genuine when he replies, “I’m glad to hear it, pet.”
Captain holds out his hand to Baron. “Thank you. I can see by the look on her face that you had a successful evening.”
“It went better than I hoped.”
Captain looks back at me. “I look forward to hearing all about it.”
I smile. What he doesn’t know yet is that tonight has not only provided me with healing, but clarity as well.
Trouper
Captain
I leave Baron’s, trusting him with Candy tonight. It’s not easy for me, knowing what Baron plans to do.
Candy carries emotional scars caused by Liege’s abuse, and while I can see Baron’s point about addressing this one in particular, it may prove too much for her.
I look back at his apartment.
I have to trust that Candy will use her safeword, if needed, and that Baron will know if things have gone too far if she does not.
I let out an uneasy sigh as I start my vehicle. Rather than return home to dwell on it, I head to the pet shop where Candy and I met for our first scene together. I have fond memories of our encounter and prefer to think back on that, instead.
Like Candy, I enjoy watching young animals play. Their innocence and boundless energy can provide countless hours of entertainment.
I notice an Australian Shepherd pup with the characteristic one blue eye and one brown. It reminds me of Trouper. I credit that dog for saving my life at a time when I had lost all hope.
After recovering from my injuries enough to be discharged from the veteran’s hospital, I went down a dark path. I had no friends, no family, and no reason to live other than the debt I owed to my men who died that day.
I became a hermit, living off the money I’d saved during my service, only leaving the apartment at night for food and supplies. The lack of human contact began to have a negative effect on me as I sank into a deep depression.
Plagued by memories of the battle, I relived it day after day, wishing I had been more aware, more cautious, more anything that could have saved my men. I was drowning in the guilt I carried, and even the desire to honor the lives of my men was no longer enough to make it through each day.
That’s when Trouper entered my life in the most horrifying way.
The terrified shrieking won’t stop. I can’t make it stop.
I shake my head, trying to force the sound out of my mind. It takes a few moments for me to realize the sound is coming from outside my apartment.
It’s the desperate cry of a wounded animal. The shrillness and terror in its shrieks pull at my heart, and I’m driven to find this poor animal and put it out of its misery.
I race outside to find a crowd of women and children gathered beside the busy road. A dog lies in the middle of the street, surrounded by a pool of blood.
The poor animal is nearly hit again as cars swerve around it, trying to avoid the creature. I run into the street, holding my hand up to stop the traffic.
I call out to the dog as I approach, trying to reassure the wounded animal that I am here to help. As I draw nearer, I see it’s an Australian Shepherd and its teeth are bared. One of the dog’s hind legs has been crushed and is bleeding profusely. I know I have to act fast or the animal will die right here in the road.
However, the animal is in extreme pain and growls ominously as I get closer.
“I’m here to help,” I tell him in a calm voice. “You can bite me, but it’s only going to hinder your rescue, pup.”
I look to confirm all the traffic has stopped
before kneeling down beside the dog. I explain to him what I’m doing, just as I used to with my wounded men. I keep my tone soothing and steady as I speak, wanting the dog to know my intention is to help, not harm.
I slowly lay my hand on his shoulder as he continues to growl at me, but the dog does not try to bite me. Slipping my arms under him, I try to lift him. But the moment I lift him off the ground, he begins shrieking again.
“I know it hurts, buddy, but you need to be brave…”
Picking up a wounded animal is a risk, but I can’t leave him in the road. Gritting my teeth, I lift the shrieking dog and carry him off the road and over to a soft patch of grass. I gently set him down, praising him for not taking a chunk out of me.
Knowing I have to stop the bleeding, I rip off my shirt and fashion a makeshift tourniquet around his hind leg.
The crowd gathers around me to watch, and one of the women speaks up. “It happened in front of the house while the kids were playing. Some boy in a Jeep came racing down the road. He didn’t even stop when he hit the dog. He just kept going. What if it had been a child?”
The other women in the crowd mumble their concern, but instantly turn silent when the dog yelps in pain.
“There’s so much blood…” the woman murmurs.
A little boy asks me, “Is he going to be okay, mister?”
I look up to assure him, saying, “I’ll do everything I can.”
He stares at me with his mouth wide open, gawking at the scars that cover half of my face and chest. I see that glimmer of fear in his eyes as he backs away from me, running to hide behind his mother.
I’m suddenly aware that everyone is staring at me.
I ignore them, concentrating my efforts on the dog, instead. “Easy, boy. You’re going to be okay.”
“Is this your dog?” another woman asks, breaking the uneasy silence that has fallen over the crowd.
“No, I don’t have any pets.”
Since the animal is not wearing a collar, I ask the group, “Does anyone know who owns this dog?”
An older girl avoids looking at me, but answers. “I think it’s a stray. I’ve seen it running around the last couple of weeks.”