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Danse was nervous as he paced in front of Arthur's door. While the two had been best friends for a long time and he'd been to the man's room many times, he knew that this was different. This wasn't a usual visit; he'd come to talk to him about something that he wanted to do for Sole. Something that would involve being on a much more personal level with one another.
He knocked, feeling his heart pounding.
"Enter."
The sound of Arthur's voice hit him like a hammer to the chest and he almost turned and ran off.
You're being ridiculous; he's your friend. Even if it's a no he's not going to judge you.
Pushing his fears to the side he made his way through the door. Arthur looked up at him in surprise.
"Good evening Danse; did I forget we were meeting tonight?"
Arthur, as the Elder, was always so busy. Sometimes they would make plans and then Arthur would be surprised that Danse was at his door. Or sometimes they were just drunk at the end of the night and made plans that he didn't remember. The man was never disappointed to see him however.
"Oh, no. Nothing like that Arthur. I was just stopping by to talk to you about something. If you have the time that is."
Part of him hoped Arthur would dismiss him saying he was too busy. He wanted an excuse to put it off for a bit. Something to help him dodge what he could only perceive as rejection that would come from this request. Another part of him was desperate to talk about it.
It wasn't that he didn't want to be there asking. Far from it actually. He was throbbing in need as he pictured what they would be talking about. He was also dizzy with the idea that this might change their friendship forever. He only hoped he'd read Arthur right about this.
He realized as he came back to the moment that he was still standing in the open doorway staring at Arthur behind his desk. Arthur was observing him with concern.
"No it's no problem. Come on in and close the door. You know it's never an issue to make time for you."
He walked in only barely registering the sound of the door closing behind him. He moved forward on what felt like auto pilot and shaky legs. He hoped that he wasn't raising alarm with Arthur as the man studied him.
"Danse, you look pale and out of sorts, what's wrong?" Arthur had come from behind his desk now, approaching him as he found a seat on the couch.
"Well, this isn't just a social call. I've actually come to talk to you about something…personal. A request."
"Would a drink help?"
Arthur was still standing next to the couch looking down at him. The pierce of his icy blue eyes made him freeze for a moment in response. He'd always thought that as the Elder he could be intense. Now standing over him as just Arthur there was something more than intensity as his friend seemed to look through him.
"Yes, actually I think it might."
He watched Arthur in the simple act of making them a drink. It was something he'd seen the man do a thousand times, but today was different. He noticed the strength in his hands as they wrapped around the clear glass, the way his Adam's apple moved in his throat as he swallowed…the way he carried himself as he approached with both their drinks in hand.
He took the glass as Arthur moved to sit next to him, eyes focused on him as they both sipped their whiskeys.
"So, are you going to tell me what it is that you're requesting? If I'm honest I'm worried."
He swallowed hard. "Yeah, me too. I guess it's best if I just get on with it. "
Arthur nodded but remained quiet, encouraging him to continue.
"So, I know I don't have to tell you how much I love Sole. How proud I am of her and how much she's accomplished. How much I respect her, right?"
Arthur smiled. "No friend, you don't have to tell me any of that. I've seen it radiating off of you for the last year or so. I know how happy the two of you are together. I'm happy for the both of you, but…well, what does that have to do with what you're here to ask me?"
He knew that Arthur was trying to get him to stop beating around the bush. He swallowed again, taking another, larger, sip of his drink.
"Something that I haven't told you…or anyone about…is that sometimes, she likes role play."
Arthur almost spit out his drink when he said this. He could see the heat crawling across the young man's face and part of him couldn't help but think that it was a cute look on him. Arthur's eyes met his, after he finished coughing and he continued.
"Sorry to just drop that on you but well, I guess it's something you'll need to know for me to ask you for your help."
Arthur looked still as stone, his eyes big and open as Danse looked to him. He wasn't sure what it was that his friend was thinking but he knew he couldn't stop now. There would be no turning back.
"She likes it when I'm…rough with her. Not just pin her down and go hard rough. She likes…force. Playful of course, but not playful in the moment. Like…well…" he found himself tripping on his words as he tried to explain something he was only beginning to understand to his friend.
"She likes it when I pretend I'm not me…and I take her, by force. Like tie her up…abuse her, to a degree and make it feel like I'm…"
"Raping her?" Arthur finished, his eyes still big and wide but now much darker. He could see that the blush was still there on the younger man's cheeks, but also that his breath had picked up.
"Yes. The way I understand it is that it's ok because she trusts me. I…enjoy it, far more than I thought I would. There are rules, of course. Things we've talked about like how I can tell if she's not ok and when to stop." He felt himself still red in the face as he looked down to the drink in his hands.
"She rarely asks me to stop. She's encouraged me to be…more aggressive. The more invested I've gotten in this, the more she admits her fantasies to me. I can't lie; I love it. Even if it still scares me a little."
He still hadn't looked up from his drink but he could feel Arthur's eyes on him. Burning through him.
"How…often…have you done this with her? Does it…really make her that hot? I mean…sorry...I shouldn’t have asked that question. It's not my business it's just that I've never…even heard of a woman wanting something like that." It was Arthur's turn to trip over his words.
Danse finally looked up from his drink to see his friend, beyond turned on now it would seem, staring at him. He could also see the shame in Arthur's eyes feeling like he had over stepped a line. Danse gave him a small smile.
"No, you're actually more than ok to ask those questions. Any questions you want really. I'm ok with it…We're ok with it." He made sure to make it obvious that this was something that Sole had given him permission to talk about.
"So she knows that you're…telling me this? Why?" Arthur still couldn't speak higher than a whisper.
"Well it has to do with what I came here to ask you."
He could see Arthur trembling a bit. " We've done it a few times. The first time was right after she was promoted as Paladin. As a gift, she asked me to 'sneak' into her room and tie her up. Rough her up and take her. Asked me to talk dirty to her, treat her like a whore and make threats. So…I did."
"How…how did that feel? I mean…fuck. I just can't imagine."
The desire in Arthur's voice was thick and he couldn't lie and say it didn't excite him too. Though he wasn't sure what exactly it was that excited him; the idea of retelling the first time he did something so hot and depraved to Sole or knowing that it made Arthur hot to hear about it. Doing his best to slow his own breathing he continued.
"It was…strange. I was afraid I would do something to upset her. That I would hurt her and she would be scared of me. It took some mental prep and remembering the way she'd looked at me when she asked, for me to get over myself and do it.
It was hot in a way I had never felt before. Crawling into her bed and pretending to be someone who wanted to take her…to force her under me. Binding her and making her feel like she had no control…playing with her body and telling her I was going to knock her up and keep her with me. It was all overwhelming and it made me feel like an animal. And it felt so fucking good to feel that way."
He was breathing heavy as he remembered his first time with her. He'd enjoyed everything that they had done but that first time had been something so special, for both of them. It was where he discovered not just a new side to her but a new side to himself as well.
Arthur looked like he couldn't breathe and had moved closer to him as he spoke. He hadn't noticed while he was talking and he wasn't even sure if Arthur had known he'd done it. They were now only a few inches apart on the couch, their legs almost touching.
"And…how did she feel? Did she like it?" It seemed Arthur had no shame anymore as he asked, his eyes blown wide in desire.
"Yes…she loved it. I was afraid of taking it too far. Something in me wanted to break lose and it scared me. I wanted to ravish her, to fuck into her like she was meat…to lose myself to the idea of having her helpless under me. Another part of me, needed to know that she was ok. Despite having a safe word and her never even breathing it, I needed reassurance.
As soon as we were done I held her, kissed her told her how much I loved her and how proud I was of her. I needed us to be…us again. Ya know? Like the people we were before that weren't us. It's hard to explain."
"I've actually read up on the topic. I, um…have some interests that I don't speak on often. I just never dreamed I would hear about them in actual life. Doing that is called aftercare." Arthur told him with a sly smile.
"So you know about things like this? How?" He was taken back but suddenly feeling a bit better about the topic.
"Like I said, I have interests. It’s not like I'm going to get a lot of chances to experiment as the Elder. There are things that are expected of me…but well I'm a young man and I like to know what's out there. So I read. Anything I can get my hands on.
Around two years ago the scribes found the remains of an adult store. While most of what they found was destroyed and unusable there were some magazines. Quinlan wanted nothing to do with them, as you can imagine. I told him to hand them over to me and I would assure they were disposed of properly." Arthur's eyes were playful now, a look he'd rarely seen from the man since he was appointed Elder.
"I'm guessing that as the upstanding Elder you are you made sure to get rid of them in a way that no one else could be corrupted by them?" Danse looked to him with a grin.
"Yes. You know me well friend. Anyway…I have some information on the subject. But…as enlightening and….entertaining as this conversation is, I still fail to understand what this has to do with me." Arthur still sounded like he was on the edge of desire in his tone.
Being brought back to the topic at hand Danse downed the rest of his drink in one go. Letting out a deep breath he thought to himself 'well here goes nothing.'
"Sole and I were talking. Her birthday is coming up and when I asked her what she wanted, she told me about another fantasy she's had for a long time. One that involved being taken by more than one man."
This time he was sure that he saw Arthur's eyes trying to escape his sockets for the way they bulged out of his head. He didn't speak for a moment as he allowed what he'd said to wash over his friend. Once he watched Arthur calm, slightly, he went on.
"You're my best friend. I…trust you. With my life…with hers. I know she finds you attractive; I've seen her looking. I was hoping that…we could talk about you possibly…helping me with this."
Arthur was stone still as he finished. He wished he knew what his friend was thinking. Suddenly his heart was almost leaping out of his chest. His words came out in a rush.
"If this is too much, too strange, too personal, I can leave. We can pretend this never happened and I swear I'll never bring it up again. I don’t ever want to lose you."
He was snapped out of his spiral when Arthur reached out and put a hand on his leg. "Danse, calm down. I'm…honored. I'm not upset by this idea…in fact I'm very interested in talking about it. I do have some questions, naturally."
He let out a long held breath and smiled. Then he noticed that the hand on his leg was warm. Arthur was gripping his leg slightly. They had touched before; hugs and hands shakes. This felt…different. More intimate. Moving slowly he brought his own hand over Arthur's as he looked to him.
"I'm so glad to know we're ok. Of course you'd have questions. Ask away."
He watched Arthur look down at their two hands touching and then up to him with eyes on fire. There was an intensity between them that seemed to hit them both hard. They each pulled their hand away affected by the moment that had just passed.
"Well I guess my first question is, how do you feel knowing that she finds me attractive? You're my friend. I would never want to do anything to hurt you, even by accident."
He felt a warm flush run through him when he thought about Sole liking Arthur physically. It turned him on both because he liked the idea of seeing her react to someone else on that level, someone he trusted, but also because he himself had thought the same of Arthur a time or two.
"I'm…more than ok with that. The idea turns me on." Danse looked to him, choosing to withhold the entire reason behind his acceptance but wanting Arthur to know he meant it.
Arthur blushed. "ok…so…would you be ok with me being there with both of you, possibly naked? Would it bother you to see another man naked?" Blue eyes searched his, looking for the answer to an unspoken question. There was a blush still present on his cheeks as he looked to Danse.
"No, it wouldn't bother me in the least to see you…"He trailed off, the nerves in his throat making it almost impossible to finish that sentence. "Would you mind…seeing me?" His last question was whispered, his gaze moving back down to the glass in his hands.
"Danse." Arthur called his name in a way that demanded his attention. When he looked up he saw nothing but wild passion in his friend's eyes. With a somewhat trembling hand Arthur touched his face. The contact was warm and almost felt natural.
"I don't have any issue with seeing you…or you seeing me. In any shape or stage. I trust you."
Once again the intensity found itself between them. Arthur's hand remained on his face as they both drew in a shaky breath. After an exhale, Arthur dropped his hand away but they remained close on the couch.
"Ok…well since we have that out of the way…how do you feel about doing things with Sole?"
Arthur's breath caught in his throat. He closed his eyes and swallowed. "I…have no issues with her either. I am…very attracted to her. Did she…request that you ask ME?"
Danse shook his head. "No. She simply told me what she wanted and said that if I was ok with it, I could find the other man. She said that she didn't want to know anything about it. She counted on me to pick someone and make sure they understood the rules."
Arthur looked a little let down at that. It was Danse's turn to reach out to him. He put his hand on his friend's shoulder and looked into his eyes as he spoke.
"But Arthur, come on. Who else was I going to ask? You're my best friend and she knows that. It's likely she asked with you in mind. You're not a random request, I promise."
Arthur looked like he felt a little better at that. Then a look crossed his face. "What would you do if this didn't work with me? Would you have asked…someone else?"
Danse took a moment. Would he really have asked anyone else? "No. I think if it didn't work with you I would have told her we had to do something else."
Arthur grinned a bit. "Ok…so…what is it that you would like me to do? I need you to be very specific so I know what is wanted of me. I'd also like to make sure I know about her preferences and safeties. I don't want to go against either of your wishes."
Danse found himself even more excited now. "Well, of course, your comfort counts here too. Promise me you'll tell me if something doesn't feel right to you."
Arthur nodded. "Of course."
"The way she put it to me she wants both of us to take her off guard, tie her up and talk to her like she's a dirty whore. She likes to be called names and she likes when you pretend you're someone who doesn't care at all about her wellbeing. In this case she said she would enjoy it if it was strangers taking her. She likes body praise in the form of saying how good she looks or how tight she is. She likes feeling like she's being forced into something while she pleads and cries."
Arthur seemed to be thinking over what he was saying. While he could see that the man was still clearly turned on, he could also see that he was really considering his words. He expected nothing less.
"Here's the thing that threw me at first; she's really good at sounding like you're upsetting her. She doesn't hold back. She fully acts like you're assaulting her and she hates you for it. She yells and cries. The more she enjoys it the more believable her actions are. It's just that…if you didn't know better…"
"You'd think you were REALLY hurting her?" Arthur asked with his brow cocked.
"Yes. She's very convincing. I backed off a few times at first, thinking that I'd done something wrong. She never got mad. She said that she wants me comfortable the same as I want her to be. She's always been ok with stopping if I didn't feel right about it. How…how do you think you would feel about that?"
Arthur was quiet as he thought it over. "I like the idea… her being so into it that it almost feels real. I want to say that I'll have no hang ups with it but in the moment, I'm not sure. I know that she's been patient with you but I would hate to ruin something we put a lot of work into all because I'm taken off guard."
That was a reasonable thought. He knew that it had taken him time to be ok with it and know that she was alright. The only reason that worked was because he had been with her a few times and knew what it was like. He was sure the first time would be jarring. Then he had a thought.
"Well, I'd have to bring it up to her but maybe you could…sit in? Like on a time when I take her that way so you could see it for yourself."
He could see his friend get excited at the thought. "I would like that but wouldn't that give away who it was you were asking?"
He nodded. "I could blind fold her. She likes that anyway. She would know you were there but we would act like you weren't. Also, it might make things more comfortable…between you and I."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that we've never seen each other naked or…fucking. I know we've been friends for a long time but this goes beyond it. Maybe if you see me first…it won't be so awkward when we're all together."
Arthur blushed but his voice was full of lust as he spoke. "I could…be naked as well, touching myself, if that would be ok with both of you. Help the uh…awkwardness?"
His breath caught. He could picture it; balls deep in Sole telling her how good her pussy was milking him while he locked eyes with Arthur. Arthur who would be naked and touching himself to the sight of them. He hadn't expected the thought to turn him on so much but now that it was in his mind, he couldn't help the way it took him over.
"Yes…I would really like that." He was eye to eye with his friend now and he could swear they were sitting impossibly closer.
Does he feel this too? The flushed look on his face and desire in his eyes told him that he probably did. They both stared to each other, caught up in the moment and unsure what to do or say.
"I…um….think maybe you should have that talk with Sole." Arthur broke gaze, the intensity too much for both of them. To his disappointment Arthur got up then. Fast and moving quick like he HAD to put distance between them.
Arthur's distance allowed him to snap out of the haze he was in. His core still throbbing at the thoughts he'd just been having. He felt hot and dizzy.
"Yeah, I'll take care of that and let you know." With that he stood up himself, moving to leave.
"Danse." There was that tone again; Arthur calling for his attention. He looked over to where his friend stood, silently wishing he would close the distance again. He did. He got as close as he dared without actually touching him and smiled.
"Thanks for trusting me with this. It means a lot." The words were a breathy whisper and for once in a long time Danse could see the youth in his friend's face as they studied each other closely.
"Of course." was his own breathy reply. It felt lame but he didn't know what else to say. Then before he could have another thought he turned himself away and made his way out of Arthur's door. As soon as it was closed behind him he leaned against the wall catching his breath. He was glad that it was too late for anyone else to be out to see his condition, his thoughts running wild.
One week later….
"You're sure about this?" He asked Sole as they stood in the hall late in the evening, a blindfold in his hand.
"Yes." She smiled to him. He knew that tone. The excitement…he could feel it building in him as well.
"Ok, just remember you're to act like he's not there at all. Don't hold back on his account. He needs to know what he might be up against to make sure he'll be ok to do this."
She winked to him, her eyes bright and her thighs already pressed together in arousal. God she's hot like this.
"Oh I won't. Don’t worry."
He reached to put the blind fold over her eyes when she grabbed his wrist. He stopped and looked into her eyes.
"Just so you know, I'm proud of you and this is so hot. But I need you to look me in my eyes and tell me that you'll stop the very moment something bothers you. Please."
This was a first; her needing reassurance from him. Just like it was a first for him to be the one to say, without hesitation, "I promise I'm MORE than ok with this and I'll tell you if I'm not. I love you."
"I love you too."
Giving him a quick peck she put her bound hands in front of her and closed her eyes getting herself into the role as he put the blind fold on her. He could see the way her face was already twisted, like he was pushing her around. He felt himself twitch in his pants. Grabbing her roughly by the back of the neck he opened her door and thrust her inside.
He knew that he too was supposed to ignore Arthur. He was supposed to be pretending that it was just him and Sole, doing what they do. He intended to. Then he walked in to see Arthur there, silent in the corner, eyes locked on them, already down to nothing but his boxers as he watched Danse push Sole forward, snarling at her. The way his eyes were wide and piercing hit him like a train.
His breath caught in his chest. Despite the low lamp light in the room he could clearly see that Arthur was already hard and at attention. It made him want to go the extra mile and show how it could be. He shuttered at the thought of his friend seeing him just as hard and needy as he stood before him in his white tee shirt and camo pants.
Sole, for her part, had decided that she wanted to be fully dressed so that he could strip her. She loved it when he left her in parts of her clothing. She also loved it when he ripped things off of her. He loved it as well. Bringing his attention back to Sole he pulled her to his mouth as his hand bared down on her neck.
"Got you slut. You didn't think I was going to let you get away from me, did you?"
She gasped and cried. "Please, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I didn't know you were really interested. I thought we were just having a bit of fun. Look, I've got money. I can pay you. I can give you weapons. Please just let me go, don't hurt me."
She was doing as she always did, making it sound like she really believed herself to be in trouble. The 'story' tonight was that she'd been out at a bar and cock teased the wrong man. He could feel himself growing harder at the idea of Arthur being there to witness them. He glance to his friend briefly to see how her cries were affecting him. The man looked ravenous looking to her snatched up in his hands.
He and Arthur had discussed what would happen if either of them became uncomfortable. If Arthur was bothered or couldn't handle it he simply needed to say 'RED' and they would stop. This would, of course, give away who he was but it was better than upsetting anyone. He could do the same if something was wrong on his end. Sole had said she knew she could call it off if she wanted but she wasn't at all bothered at the idea of someone else watching. Given the he would be the only one doing anything to her she felt confident in letting either of them make the call.
Bringing himself back he pulled her sharply to him, his hand moving to the front of her and reaching under her shirt to cup and play with her bra covered breast. "Oh, you think caps and weapons will make me forget the way you got me excited about taking your little cunt? Hmm? Answer me!"
He squeezed her breast hard and earned a gasp and cry from her as she shook her head. "No…no I'm sorry…please…please don't…." She tried to close her legs, to pull herself away from him but he held her back, this time slipping an arm under her neck to hold her firmer.
"Stop struggling…you're only making this worse for yourself. Now…let's see what else you got. You look so pretty I bet you feel amazing." With that he slipped his hand down the front of her pants, under her jeans and into her panties. He could feel her soaking her underwear already.
"Mmmm….looks like you really want me. You're such a slick little whore. I can't wait to get my mouth around that."
She tried to close her legs on his invading hand but he just laughed. "Stop…don't touch me like that…"
He grinned, bringing his hand out of her pants and pulling her over to her desk. "I'm going to touch you however I want, for as long as I want. You're mine you whore, you hear me?"
She tried to fight him as he bent her forward over her desk, one arm still around her neck and the other moving forward to open her pants. "Get out of those shoes bitch."
She shook her head, knowing he couldn’t fully take her pants off if she didn't. "That wasn't a fucking request." Reaching under her shirt again he found one of her tits and pulled at her nipple through her bra. He pinched it hard enough that she cried out.
"You want me to stop?"
She nodded her head, still crying out. He grinned and pinched harder, increasing her scream. "Get out of those shoes…now."
She did as she was told, with him pinching her nipple the whole time until she complied. Once she had pulled her boots off, he toed out of his and shoved them to the side. He dropped her nipple then whispering loudly in her ear, "Good girl. See not so bad when you listen, is it?"
"Fuck you." She spat at him, still trying to wiggle away from him.
"Oh don't worry baby, you will. God you smell so fucking good…" He moved his other hand back down and pulled at her button and zipper. Soon her pants were undone. Pulling them down her legs he left her standing in her panties and shirt as he kicked them aside and off of her. She was wearing a bright red thong,
"Fuck…look at that. You really were going to take someone home tonight wearing this. See I knew you really wanted to get fucked."
"Maybe I just wasn't trying to fuck YOU." She threw at him as his hands moved to play with the thin material of her underwear and roam her ass.
"You should have thought about that before you started wiggling this pretty ass of yours against me on the dance floor. You got me all worked up and then tried to walk away. How did you think that was going to go?"
He pulled his own pants down, letting them fall to his ankles. Pulling her back to him, he ground himself into her ass through his underwear. He could feel himself leaking already.
"Oh…no, stop. Get off of me!" She tried to fight back at him but she couldn't move her hands far with them being tied. He simply kept bumping into her ass and laughing.
Pulling her up from her bent position by her hair he used his hand to rip down the middle of her shirt, opening it to expose her bra, her tits half out of the cups. Pulling her back to him, her back to his chest, he turned to move her to the bed. Looking across the room he held her open and back so that Arthur could get a good look at what he was doing to her. He could see the desire in Arthur's eyes as well as the fact that his hand was now in his boxers, stroking.
He bit his lip. Fuck that's hot. He breathed heavy dragging Sole to the bed and throwing her down roughly. Climbing up on top of her he looped her arms through the bed post so she couldn't move, leaving her open for both of their view. She wiggled around trapped where she was. It made her tits come farther out of her bra cups. He crawled down her body and moved between her legs holding them open as she fought him.
"These tiny little panties won't keep me out. In fact all they do is make me want you more. I don't think I'm even gonna bother taking them off of you. I think I'll leave them on so I can feel them against my dick when I fuck you. What do you think of that?"
She clamped her mouth shut and continued to try and force her legs closed. Quickly he grabbed both of her legs up and tipped her to the side. Her ass looked so soft and exposed as he looked at the tiny strip of fabric between her cheeks. Drawing his hand back he laid several open hand slaps on her ass, leaving hand prints in his wake, making her cry out.
"You want more bitch?" he screamed down at her as she wiggled and cried under him.
"No…Please…please stop." She wiggled a bit more and he hit her one more time. He knew she liked it when he pushed her a bit.
"Then settle down and be a good slut for me. If you do maybe I'll be nice and easy on you." He soothed his hand over his hand prints. Both as part of their game, making her think her 'attacker' was lulling her but also because part of him needed to be a little soft to her at times for his own comfort.
"Now…where were we? Oh yeah…I think that bra needs to go. Too bad you wore a pretty one. It's in my way."
He picked up a switch blade that he'd tossed onto the bed and snapped it out loud so she could hear it. She immediately froze. They'd talked about this. When she mentioned knife play, it had made him uneasy. He could see how much the idea turned her on however, so he set up his own boundaries behind it.
His first condition was that he would NEVER use it to draw blood from her or even scratch into her skin. His second condition was that she remain completely still while he had it out. He didn't want to risk accidently hurting her. If she moved at all before he put it away he'd told her he would never draw it out again. She had happily agreed.
He ran it down the side of her face. "You're so fucking beautiful I would hate to leave you all marked up. So stay still and let me take care of things or I'll fuck you bloody." he knew he was being a little extra. Part of it was pushing the boundaries that she'd asked him to and part of it was Arthur. It excited him that his friend was there and it was taking everything in him not to look back to see what he might be doing. He wanted to watch. He was going to make sure they were in a position for him to watch soon.
She remained still, shaking in her act and whimpering for him. He felt like a monster and it turned him on. He ran the flat side of the blade down her face and over the tops of each of her breasts, teasing her with the metal on her skin as he made it to each of her straps. Carefully he cut one, then the other, moving down after that to cut the bra up the middle. He ripped it off and slung it behind him not caring where it landed.
Once her breasts were free he played with them, lightly running the tip of the knife over her skin. Moving up one of her nipples he touched the point of the knife to it, leaving it there as he taunted her. "I could cut you up right now if I wanted to. Just so you know. Now…if I put my knife away are you going to be a good little whore and keep those legs open for me, or do I have to make some marks on you?"
She nodded her head, fear in her voice. "I'll be good..I promise. I'll be good….please."
He withdrew the knife, and tossed it back down on the bed. Looking down at her laying under him in only her ripped up shirt and thong he was on fire. He got up off of her and stood by the side of the bed. Tapping her face he bent down to kiss her roughly. She wiggled against him but kissed him back. He could tell she was lost in it now.
"Stay." He growled to her as he stood up.
He was beyond turned on and had denied himself long enough. His eyes found Arthur. He could see the hunger there, the raw desire. He could also see that Arthur had pulled his boxers off and was sitting holding his very hard, very slick cock, slowly stroking to the sights and sounds of what they were doing. He nodded to Arthur who nodded to him and continued to stroke himself.
Not taking his eyes off of his friend he reached for the hem of his shirt and drew it over his head standing in only his boxers. The man looked him up and down with hunger and appreciation. Licking his bottom lip Arthur kept stroking himself never breaking their gaze.
Danse reached into his boxers and palmed himself still watching his friend. They stood in this lust fueled stand off for a few moments before he heard Sole wiggling beside him. A gentle reminder that there was something he was supposed to be doing.
He reached over and ripped her hands off of the bed post, dragging her to the foot of the bed and slipping her hands over the post at the end. This way he could face Arthur and still allow him to see what they were doing. Arthur gave a hazy smile and gestured to Sole.
He looked back down at her, taking in just how hot she was below him, dying for him to fight her and fuck her. With one more look to the other man, Danse slipped his soaking boxers down his legs, revealing his own hard excited cock. He could feel Arthur staring and he stood proud. Approaching Sole he pulled her head up towards him. He pushed his cock against her mouth, feeling her slamming her lips closed.
"Open up whore. Time to earn your life. Suck my dick."
When she still refused he used another hand to grab her pussy up and squeeze hard. She yelped and he shoved himself in. Both hands in her hair now he rammed himself into her throat, going deep and choking her.
He remembered when he used to have such an issue with this. He always preferred her looming over him, sucking and licking him slowly and with love. However, what he'd come to understand was that the man taking her right now wasn't him. The man taking her right now wanted her to choke on his cock and she wanted to choke on it too.
"Deeper you whore. I know you can. I bet this is how you made the money to buy that pretty thong isn't it? Or did you just get some poor sap off so good he bought it for you? " He used one hand to pull and play with her panties as he jammed his cock farther and farther down her throat, feeling her drool and make a mess of both of them.
Smashing her into his pubic bone he ground himself against her face, making her swallow him deeper. One thing he'd never manage to get himself to do was cum in her mouth. He was too afraid she'd drown. While she respected this boundary she did say it was something she would enjoy. He thought with pleasure about seeing Arthur do it to her. Seeing her take him deep and swallow his cum. That thought almost made him lose it enough to cum down her throat but he reframed.
Pulling her off of him he heard her cough and sputter, shaking her head. He left her mouth messy, like she liked. He liked the look of it. As she recovered he climbed on top of her, moving his hands down and over her tits, cupping and teasing them. Kissing her nipples one than the other.
"You've got a body made for breeding…do you know that? A body that looks so good you wanna fuck it all day and all night, cum everywhere….and then make it big with a baby. Wouldn't you like that? Being someone I use that way? Or should I save my cum for your ass so I can keep using you over and over as much as I like? Hmm…so long as I get to keep sticking my dick in you I don't see how I could go wrong. What do you think??"
She thrashed. "No…no…I don't want you in my ass and I don't want to get pregnant. Not from a nasty man like you." She hissed at him and he threw himself over her, his cock slipping through her panties and between her wet lips, not going in but pressing against her now very swollen clit.
He looked up to Arthur as he climbed over her and could see that he was lost. He was stroking harder now, looking at her and the mess he'd made of her. Then their eyes met. He watched Arthur shiver at their eye contact.
Looking back down he growled to her. "Well those are the only choices you got baby. My cum is going in you either way….hmm…maybe I'll do both. Fuck my baby into you and then use your ass until I can do it again. I like that idea a lot."
He focused back on her and began to slide up and down through her slit. He could feel her hips moving to meet his as the tiny lacey underwear rubbed along his shaft. He knew she was getting so close. She liked being edged too.
"I feel you fucking me back. Tell me you want this cock. Ask me to fuck you." he demanded of her. She shook her head.
"No I won't." Even in her denial she was panting.
"Suit yourself but your body isn't lying. Let's just see how close I can get you."
He reached down and ripped her panties away, slipping himself back and forth over her clit. He held her lips closed around him, using her pussy like a sleeve. She moaned out of her own control. He knew she was getting so close and he pushed her on. Bucking and holding onto her lips; he could feel her getting wetter.
"Oh…Oh fuck I’m …."
Suddenly he stopped completely. He kept his cock against her but let go of her lips. She shuttered and moaned out loud, fighting back a groan. He bent and kissed the tips of each of her nipples, biting at them now making her yelp and moan.
"Oh…were you close? I thought you'd never cum for such a nasty man? Certainly I hadn't almost got you there, had I?"
She shook her head, tears coming from behind her mask. That was something else that used to freak him out. He knew now it was part of her process…the frustration was something she loved. He reached down and wiped a tear from her face. Another small way to show his love.
"Well since that's true I guess there's no harm in me having a bit more fun." He reached down again. Just the act of him grabbing up her lips made her cry out. Then he went back to slipping himself through them, slowly, teasingly. He was building her again and she was doing her best to hold out.
"Don't you cum til I say you can you fucking cunt, you hear me?"
When she didn't answer right away he reached down and slapped one of her tits so hard it bounced. She cried out. " I hear you!"
He went back to his work of teasing her, slipping through her lips and working her up. He could hear her little moans and cries.
"You want to cum yet baby? You ready to ask me nicely?"
She shook her head but her whole body was convulsing. He knew she would give in soon. He bent down and bit around her nipple into the soft flesh of one of her tits. He knew the closer she was the more pain she liked. It wasn't hard but enough to not be soft or delicate.
"OW….fuck…oh God…." She cried out and he knew she was snapping. "Please." She whispered softly. He pretended not to hear.
"what was that? Did you say something?" He kept playing with her slowly as he bent down to bite at her other tit.
"Please." it was louder this time but he knew she needed more.
He reached between them and pinched at her pussy lips as he stroked through them, still not picking up the pace but baring down a bit more.
"PLEASE!! PLEASE PLEASE FUCK ME!!!"
She was screaming now and he could feel her whole body shake. He knew then that she was there, ready. He pulled himself from between her lips and lined himself up at her entrance.
"If you insist…" He pushed himself into her all at once, hilting hard. He knew she'd been worked up enough to take it without any real pain but his size did overwhelm her that way. He liked that. A lot.
"Oh fuck…so much…" She moaned out as he drove himself deeper into her, lifting her legs up so the he could push farther in. He didn't move right away, just stayed where he was. He looked up to see Arthur, mouth agape and cum slipping down his very hard, very red cock.
In his mind he saw Arthur coming to them and slipping his cock inside of Sole's mouth, fucking into her face as he took her pussy. He couldn't help the groan that escaped his throat as the thought took over. He felt himself twitching deep inside of her walls.
He began fucking then, unable to hold back any more. He looked up to see Arthur matching his pace. Brutally taking himself in hand now. It made him so much hotter. As he fucked into Sole he watched Arthur. The insinuation not lost on either of them.
"How is this nasty man doing now you slut? You like my cock in you, don't you?" She shook and could only mumble and cry as he pounded into her. Her pussy was gripping him like a vice and he could feel her quivering around him. I love making her do this. Making her feel this good.
He pushed her legs back and focused down on her as he rammed into her. Taking both of her legs into one hand, he reached between them and played with her slit and hard clit.
"Gonna make you moan for me before I make you take all my cum."
As she shook her head and weakly pretended to argue with him he played with her slit and felt her tighten down even more. Then he found it; he hit her just right inside and his fingers found the right path in her slick. She was bucking hard under him, crying out and cumming loudly.
"Cum for me bitch. Yeah…that's my pussy. Tell me it's mine."
"Yours…it's yours fuck…."
He was lost then. Feeling her grabbing him and all the wetness from her he felt himself climbing. Looking up one last time he saw Arthur still stroking, still looking at them…HIM really.
They locked eyes and he barked out, "Cum for me!"
He knew he wasn't talking to Sole as he said it, but he felt her cum anyway. Watching intently he saw Arthur spasm and bite his own hand to keep from crying out. He closed his eyes and came deep inside of Sole afterward.
Laying over her, he fell on top of her body. It wasn't long before he was reaching up and untying her. He rubbed her and ran kisses down her arms and to her lips. They kissed softly, tongues caressing and passion clear between them. He forgot about everything and everyone in that moment with her. His hands were everywhere, touching her and showing his love to all the places he was rough with.
He had only just pulled from her but he could feel his cock waking up again. This time it was him, Danse and he needed to make love to his beautiful Sole. He slipped inside of her more gentle now as he touched and softly played with her breasts. His lips to hers, he whispered his love and she returned it. Their coupling was quiet now; practiced but not stale.
They both came, pretty close together, whispering and moaning each other's names. When he looked up and saw that she was still blind folded he felt bad. He'd forgotten Arthur was there. He expected to look up and see the man gone. Instead he saw his friend, still naked, still panting heavy. Arthur was still watching them, looking to them both with awe and something he couldn't quite make out.
As Danse stood up to get something to clean her up with, he drew near to Arthur. They both knew he couldn't talk or she would figure him out. He was surprised when Arthur pulled him close. So close their naked bodies grazed each other.
Arthur's deep voice whispered in his ear. "I'm more than ok doing this with you. That was so fucking hot. Thank you for letting me be here."
There was a small moment when the man's head rested on his shoulder and then it was gone as he pulled away.
Quietly Arthur gathered his things and put them back on so that he could back to his room. Danse smiled to him as he opened the door. With that he turned around and went to his bathroom to get something to clean up Sole.
Getting back to the bed, he took her blind fold off and saw her smiling. "Did our guest have a good time?" She asked coyly.
He nodded. "Oh yes. He is definitely interested. How are you?"
She looked to him with a relaxed grin. "I'm great. That was so hot. Knowing someone else was watching…touching themselves. I could hear him panting in the silence."
"Oh? Did that make you hot?" His question was breathy as he began to wipe her clean.
"Yes. You?" She looked to him now, studying his face.
He blushed. "Yes, it did."
Sole smiled to him, soft and accepting. "I thought as much. It's ok I like knowing we're both into it. I hope you know there's nothing you could ever do or say that would make me love you less, so long as we're always honest with each other."
He didn't know how much he needed to hear her say that. He choked up a little as he tossed the used rag aside and got in bed next to her. He didn't say much for a bit, trying to think how to word his thoughts.
"What if…" his voice sounded strange after the silence that had been between them. "What if I want…our guest as well? Would that be an issue?"
Sole rolled over to look into his eyes. "Not at all. Though I think I'd want that to be separate from my request, if that's ok. Like I'll still be there with you when you take your turn, but I like the idea of both of you taking me."
He smiled, relief washing over him. "I'm perfectly fine with that. I'm looking forward to it, actually.'
She leaned in and kissed him then, her heart beating hard against his chest as she pressed herself to him. "Oh believe me, so am I."