Green Bush Erotica Collection Volume 13

My Submissive Pair

 

Elliot Silvestri

 

Chapter One

 

I was riding on top of Dean’s cock with my eyes closed, just feeling him inside of me, enjoying the sensations. I don’t consider myself a size queen, but Dean was big enough to fill me up and think there’s no way I could ever get a bigger cock in my pussy. Just because I like to ride on top of my lover doesn’t mean I’m not concerned about their pleasure. I’d already had two tiny orgasms and decided to ramp up Dean’s intensity.

I arched my spine and twisted my hand down behind my back. It only took a second to find his manhood going in and out of my pussy, and then I let my hand drift lower and cupped his balls. He shaves them. I like that. Dean grunted just a little when I gently squeezed his sack.

“Not yet,” I whispered to him.

“Uh-huh,” he agreed. He was so easy to control when his cock was inside me. He was even easier to control when I was holding his balls.

I opened my eyes and looked down at him. Dean wasn’t model-handsome, but he was easy enough on the eyes. Dark curly hair, just a hint of a five o’clock shadow, and enough muscles to look good even for a guy who spent most of his time behind a desk plowing through terribly boring accounting problems. He had just the right scattering of hair on his chest that trailed down to his trimmed pubic hair. His job was boring and tedious. I was his distraction from all that.

He thrusted his hips up at me and I twisted he balls in retaliation. “No. You know the rules. I’m fucking you. You lay there and take it.”

“Yes, Gail.”

His words surprised and angered me. He was probably close to cumming and had forgotten himself. I let go of his balls and slapped him across the face. “What did you call me?” I asked him sharply.

The moment my hand met his lightly stubbled face his eyes snapped open in alarm. And possibly a bit of pain. I don’t play gently. “Yes, ma’am. Yes, mistress,” he quickly corrected himself.

“You don’t have my permission to cum yet,” I told him as I resumed holding his balls.

“Yes, ma’am,” he repeated and hissed slightly in pain as I squeezed. I moved my hips up and down a minute to enjoy his length within me.

“Do you want to make me cum?” I asked him.

“Yes!” he cried out.

“Do it then.” I stopped moving my hips but didn’t let go of his balls. He anxiously started thrusting up into me. I loved it, but I couldn’t let him know that. When I’m riding a man and I’m in control it all goes to my head so quickly. Before I knew it I was cumming. I let out my customary whimper and satisfied groan. Once my orgasm had passed I spoke again. “You may cum,” I said, giving him permission for the moment he had been waiting for ever since we had pulled off each other’s clothes inside this hotel room and gotten into bed.

And he came. He came in great gouts of hot cum erupting inside my pussy. Each time his cock pulsed I had another little orgasm. That’s why I like fucking men who cum inside me. The little deaths are the best part.

I let go of his balls and trembled against his warm body for a minute as I enjoyed the steady pulse of his cock inside of me. He slowly shrank and eventually slipped out of my cunt ending our coupling. “I love you,” he murmured in my ear.

I sat straight up and glared at him. His eyes opened and when they did I slapped his across the face again. “What the fuck!” he exclaimed and struggled to move his arms to stop me from slapping him again. He didn’t have anything to fear. I wasn’t going to hit him again.

Besides, he could barely move. Before we had started fucking I had taken our usual precaution of putting leather manacles around his wrists and then tying them together underneath the bed. It was effective in keeping my favorite submissive lover restrained, but also gave him enough freedom to move the way I liked. Though it is sometimes hell to have to carry two leather manacles and a five foot length of clothesline in my purse. Luckily I have a big purse.

“What did you say?” I asked him as I climbed off the bed and began searching for my clothes.

He blanched. He had broken one of my explicit rules. “I said I loved you,” he mumbled.

“That’s not fucking allowed.”

“I know.” Dean closed his eyes and laid his head back on the mattress. Resting like that—arms bound and eyes closed with his thick, wet cock lying on his thigh—I started to get wet again. Not that I wasn’t already wet enough for another fuck.

“I should just walk out of here and never get in bed with you again,” I told him. I kept a hard edge on my words but truly I didn’t mean it. I would have fucked him right then and there—again—if he could get his cock up.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he apologized. “It’ll never happen again.”

“Damn right it’ll never happen again.” I found my bra but not my panties. First things first. I pull it on, hooked it, and twisted it around my torso, placing the cups just so. He said nothing; Dean just watched me. He was easily distracted by a pretty face and decent body like most men were. “We have another problem as well,” I said walking to the bathroom giving him a good look at my ass.

“What’s that?” he called.

I took a minute, wet a washcloth and wiped between my legs to remove most of his cum. Doubtless I’d be leaking it all out the next hour, but that couldn’t be helped. On the way out of the bathroom I found my panties and pulled them on. “Have you told your wife yet?” I asked him. My shirt and skirt were tossed on the other bed. I pulled them on and started looking for my shoes. How could I just throw off my clothes without a care in the world but stop to think enough to tie up my lover before getting in bed with him? Sometimes I didn’t understand how my brain worked.

“No,” he admitted.

“We’ve got a real problem there, don’t we?”

“Do I really have to tell her?”

I rested my hand against my hip and looked at him, helpless on the bed. He was cute but he needed to follow my rules. That was the role of a good sub. “Yes. We agreed on that. I’ve been fucking you for…what four months now?...I don’t mind having sex with married men—I love it in fact—but I’m not going to have you lie to your wife.”

“You have strange rules,” he told me.

“They’re my rules. If you don’t want to follow them, you can stop calling me.”

He nodded and looked away. “I’ll do it,” he promised.

“That’s what you told me a month ago.” I shook my head. “No, I need to force the issue.”

“What are you going to do?” he asked watching as I started hunting around the room for his clothes. Eventually I found his pants and pulled out his cell phone. “Hey, don’t go through that!”

I ignored him. It only took me three guesses to find his password. “3-7-4-6? Really?”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“It’s your wife’s name. Easy guess.” I scrolled through his contacts until I found Erin’s number and transferred it to my phone. “I’m giving you forty eight hours for her to contact me,” I told Dean. “If she doesn’t call me by the deadline, I’ll call her. If she doesn’t call me by then, you don’t get back into my panties for a long, long time. Maybe never again.”

He looked at me, wide-eyed. Stunned. We had met at one of those inter-agency conferences that are dreary and boring. I can sniff out a man who likes to be dominated. Dean was a near-perfect sub…except he was married and wouldn’t confess his proclivities to his wife. She should be the one dominating him, not me. I was doing them both a favor while simultaneously losing myself a good fuck. Such is the lot in life of the female dominant. I could tell he was going to do everything possible to avoid telling his wife he wanted her to dominate him. I needed to force the issue. “I’ll do it,” he told me.

“Uh-huh,” I agreed absently and dug through my purse.

“Are you going to untie me?” he asked. “It takes me too long to do it myself.”

I found a black Sharpie marker. I usually had a few rattling around. “Hold still a minute, this won’t hurt.” I got on the bed and straddled his hips. For just a moment he thought we were going to fuck again but he knew something was wrong the moment I put the marker to his chest.

“Wait! Don’t!” he protested.

“Let me do this or you will never get in my cunt again!” I warned him. He settled down and I carefully wrote in my most feminine hand possible “Erin—Call me—555-2342—Gail.”

“I can wash it off,” Dean told me as I climbed back off him and found my shoes and jacket.

“You certainly can,” I agreed. “You know the penalty if she doesn’t call me.” Then I silently untied the rope and removed his manacles. Then, without another word, I walked out of the hotel room door.

 

The call came the next evening. I was honestly surprised. I had guessed that Dean would wait until the last possible minute to resolve the issue. Then again, maybe my temporary tattoo had forced the issue into a fight the previous night.

“Hello?” I didn’t immediately recognize the number on the ID but I made a good guess as to who it was.

“Gail?”

“Yes.”

“This is Erin. Dean’s wife.”

The moment I heard those words I was in immediate dominant mode. Her voice was think and weak and unsure. I was ready for a screaming argument or a strong, confident woman who didn’t mind sharing her husband. I wasn’t ready for a scared little girl. That didn’t matter at the moment. I slipped into my other skin.

“I’ve been waiting for your call. What took Dean so long?” I demanded.

There was a pause before she answered. “We had a…disagreement last night.”

“I see. I don’t like conducting this sort of business over the phone. I’ll text you an address off a coffee shop I like. Be there tomorrow at four.” I disconnected the call.

I had trouble sending her the text because my hands were shaking so hard. It isn’t always easy being the dominant.

Still, my pussy was wet when I was done.

I went to my bed, lay down, and had a nice masturbation session to fantasies of what was about to happen.

 

I got to Madeline’s fifteen minutes early. I wanted to be there and be ready for her. It took me a few minutes to take on my domme persona and ordered a simple cup of tea. I always got a strange look for ordering tea in an overpriced coffee shop. I had learned to ignore the looks and then relish them later on.

Erin walked in exactly on time. She was a small thing, barely five feet tall. Thin. Almost too thin with an elfin face and short thin blonde hair. She was pretty enough but walked with a lack of confidence. She obviously didn’t know what I looked like even though I was familiar with her face from the pictures on Dean’s phone. I raised my hand and signaled to her.

The moment she spotted my hand I could see a shiver of nervousness run through her body, but still she allowed herself to come over and sit down at my table.

“Hello Erin.”

“Um. Hi. Uh. Gail.”

“Call me Abigail.”

“Oh?

“It’s my full name.”

“I see.” She put her purse on booth seat next to her and then rested her hands on the table. They were shaking. It wasn’t that cold outside. I reached out and rested my hands on top of hers.

“Settle down,” I told her. “Are you scared or nervous?”

“Both,” she admitted.

“What do you have to be nervous about?” I said to her. “I’m the one fucking your husband.”

At that moment the waitress came over to take Erin’s order. Perfect timing. I sighed and Erin was completely distracted. I’m sure she didn’t understand what she ordered.

When the waitress left I repeated, “I’m the one fucking your husband.”

“I know,” she said casting her eyes down at the table.

“And you aren’t upset by this?” I asked her. Then I realized she was upset and she was spiraling into a depression because of it. Shit. “Oh, my mistake. You are upset. Honey, don’t worry. I’m not going to steal your husband away from you. He’s a good lay and all, but I’m not going to marry him.”

She shook her head. “I know that. He told me you like to dominate him in bed.” She shook her head again. “No, he said he likes to be dominated. He wants the woman in charge.”

I nodded in sympathy. “And I like to dominate men. It’s my kink.” I patted her hand again. “I wanted to meet with you because I want to tell you how you need to take control of your husband.” I smiled sweetly at her. “I don’t want to wreck your marriage. I want to make it happier. And you can do that by dominating him.” I thought the last statement was a helpful one. Hi, I’m just here to fuck your husband. Nothing to worry about. You can have him back when I’m done.

Tears started to well up in her eyes. “I can’t.”

I froze my smile. “Of course you can. He wants it. You can supply it. It’s a marriage made in heaven. Almost.”

“I can’t. I…I…I want him to treat me like that.”

Now I was confused. “Treat you like what?”

“I want him to dominate me.” She shyly lifted her eyes up at me. “It’s my secret. I’ve never told anyone. I didn’t even tell Dean when he told me about you.”

I sighed. “You should probably tell him. This isn’t going to work with you two.” I grabbed my purse and was about to get up and leave when she quickly reversed her hand to be on top of mine.

“No. Wait. It can work.”

“Ah. No. You need to find a nice man who will be your dom.”

“I don’t want a man to dominate me. I want you to do it.”

“What?”

“I want you to dominate me and Dean. At the same time. We’re both subs. You can be our dominant.”

“Ah. No. That’s a nice idea, but no.”

“Why not?” she asked. She wasn’t letting go of my hand which was annoying because I was trying to make a graceful exit. “Is it because you don’t do couples?”

I’ve been in more three-ways than you have fingers, lady, I thought to myself. “No.”

“It is because I’m a woman? You don’t do women?”

First time I had sex in high school was with a girl, I thought. Best lover I ever had was a woman…while her boyfriend watched. “No.”

“Then what is it?”

I opened my mouth to answer but didn’t have one.

“I’ll even pay you,” she said. “I know a lot of submissives have to pay their dommes.”

The money was tempting—even if it only was a token of the relationship, I’d taken money I didn’t need from a few men who wanted me to dominate them—but it didn’t change the situation. “No, I don’t need or want your money.”

Her tears started to appear again. “Then what is it?” she pleaded. “If I can’t find someone to dom me and Dean we’ll wind up getting divorced and…” she trailed off.

Being sexually miserable in a relationship was a certain road to ruin. And I felt a certain amount of guilt for being the impetus of the coming dissolution of their marriage. I sighed again. Guilt was always a powerful motivator for me. “I’ll consider it. Tomorrow is Friday. I’ll come by your place at six and we’ll try it out. Tell Dean everything. If you’re going to be my sub you need to learn to obey my commands. You both need to be ready.”

 

Chapter Two

 

I waited as they stripped off their clothes, neatly folded each garment, and piled them on the entry hall table. Now that she wasn’t crying Erin was a pretty little thing. I gave her nude body the once over. “Acceptable,” I proclaimed. Her skin was smooth and flawless. No tattoos. That was nice. Her pubic hair was groomed, shaped and trimmed, but I needed to exert my authority immediately over her body. “Next time I see you all of your pubic hair will be removed. Shave it or wax it.”

Erin nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

I looked over at Dean. He already regularly shaved his balls. I never asked him why; it didn’t matter. “You too,” I ordered. “All pubes gone.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said.

There were small smiles on their lips. They were enjoying this. God help me. “You’ve made me dinner?” I asked.

They glanced guiltily at each other. “No, ma’am,” Erin finally said.

“Fine. Make me something. I don’t care what. No leftovers.”

I walked through the entry hall and into their house proper. They had one of those great rooms that combined the kitchen with a living room area and a dining room area. I went to the couch, sat down, put my feet up, and turned on the television. From my vantage point I could see the two of them consulting each other in the kitchen. “And a glass of wine,” I called.

I watched them out of the corner of my eye. It was nice to see Dean’s muscular bottom hurrying back and forth in the kitchen as they cooked. Erin had a sweet little body. Her breasts were almost too small, but when compared to her frame they were nicely proportioned. They bounced nicely as she moved. Her tiny little ass jiggled just a little bit as she worked. They were a cute pair.

They brought me wine. They brought me food. They waited respectfully as I ate and drank. I wasn’t truly hungry; I just wanted to see how far I could push them. Apparently the pair had spent some time talking and were trying to be the perfect pair of subs.

I wasn’t looking for slaves. I was looking for a nice man to be my sub. I was willing to take his wife as a sub as well, but I wanted them to have some free will. I didn’t want to play a constant game of ownership and total domination. I wanted bed a sub…or two.

“Okay, that’s enough,” I said when I was done eating. They looked at me blankly. They were cute standing there together, naked, waiting on me. I wasn’t looking for cute. I was looking for sex.

After a couple of surreptitious glances between them it was Dean who spoke first. “What’s enough?”

“I want a submissive sex partner,” I said explaining the type of relationship I was looking for. “I don’t want a pair of meek slaves. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. You don’t have to play silly games of keeping your eyes downcast and fulfilling my every request and being naked in front of me all the time.” I paused. “Though I like the nudity. You can keep doing that.”

“Oh,” Erin said softly.

“Yes. Oh.” I agreed with her. “I’m ready for sex. Where’s your bedroom?” The two looked nervously at each other and then Dean gestured toward the hallway and up the stairs. When we walked into their bedroom I was impressed. “I can work with this,” I announced. They had a king-sized bed and while not a proper four-poster bed it had a frame that was suitable for all sorts of restraints.

“Have you ever had sex with a group before?” I asked Erin.

She shook her head no. “No. I, uh, I’ve always been too shy.”

I smiled at her honest answer. In my experience everyone has the secret fantasies they are almost too shy to reveal. We live in a world of hidden desires.

“Neither have I,” added Dean.

That wasn’t entirely unexpected. I’ve been in more three-ways than I care to remember. “I can work with that,” I told them. “Just remember the safeword,” I reminded them.

“Red,” Dean said helpfully to his wife.

“You are here to please me,” I instructed. “You aren’t to touch each other without my permission. You don’t have to be afraid of a casual touch; I’m talking about caresses and sexual stimulation. I didn’t bring my crop or any restraints with me tonight. We need to get to know each other as a group first before we get to the more complicated stuff. Understand?” They both nodded. While I had been talking I had also been stripping. I was now down to my favorite red bra and matching green panties. Erin’s eyes were huge. My tits were much bigger than hers, but body size and shape encompasses such a range she didn’t need to be jealous. Her body was every bit as desirable as mine. True, she was a little thinner than I liked in a woman—and I was a little heavier than I liked—but once skin hits skin, it doesn’t really matter. “Erin, please unhook my bra for me,” I said.

She slowly moved to comply. Dean said nothing and watched as his wife helped me undress. He had seen me naked before so the exposure of my tits wasn’t what was making his dick hard. It was the idea I’d soon be having sex with his wife. I decided to tease him a bit more than necessary.

“Have you ever seen your husband have sex with another woman, Erin?” I asked my newest sub after she carefully folded my bra and placed in on the dresser.

“No,” she said softly. She looked at me. Or, more properly, she looked at my tits. I let her stare.

“Have you ever had sex with a woman?”

“No.”

I watched Dean’s cock get bigger.

“Do you want to?”

She hesitated a moment. I came to her rescue. “It’s okay to be honest. Most women have had the fantasy. You’d be…different…if you never had the desire to bed another woman. All women are bisexual. At least, those who are honest with themselves are. I wouldn’t trust another woman who wasn’t bisexual.”

“I do…but I’m scared to.”

I smiled at he