Patrick and Jon
“I saw that Christine is here,” I said as I shut the bedroom door.
Jon shot a foul glare in my direction as he lit his cigarette, waving the match erratically to put it out afterward. “Nice to see you too, Patrick,” he retorted haughtily.
I rolled my eyes and took the spot across from him on the terrace, only the glass table separating us. “Did Lydia meet her?”
“Unfortunately.”
“Did she like her?”
“No.”
“Do you even know which one I was asking about?”
“It doesn’t matter, Christine doesn’t like Lydia, Lydia isn’t keen on her at the very least.” He shrugged as if it didn’t matter and I groaned, rubbing my hands over my face and staring up into the night sky.
“Look,” I began. “I’m not trying to start anything; I just want to know how it went.”
Jon huffed, but I could see the lines of stress making themselves noticeable on his face. “All you need to know is that I have around twenty or so texts from Christine sending me pictures of child-brides and articles of men having affairs with their assistants.”
I smirked and looked away. “Is it really an affair if you’re separated and your wife is living with another man?”
Jon groaned and stood up, his chair making a hair-raising sound against the tile floor. “Shut up.”
He’s really not in the mood tonight. I sighed and got up, following him over to the railing. The reflection pool glimmered below us, little fountains shooting jets of multicoloured water every few seconds. It was stunning, and I was mostly surprised that the effect was left on considering how few people were at Plaisir this weekend.
“Did you follow the rules?” I asked absently. I already knew he didn’t, I wasn’t stupid, but I wanted to know if he would be honest with me.
“I’m not a child, Patrick,” he snapped.
“So, I’m assuming that’s a no.”
“Why didn’t you tell Lydia there were ‘rules’?”
I shrugged at him and stole the smoke case from his pocket, he huffed but handed me the matches too. “I wasn’t testing her,” I said simply, smoke slowly rising from my mouth. “I’m surprised you didn’t say anything about what she said earlier.” Take the bait, Jon.
He froze and I felt a surge of angry triumph. He must have said something to her this week, I knew I wasn’t crazy. “What was there to say? She tells you she loves you pretty often, it’s not unusual.”
“Cut the shit,” I told him, dropping all pretense. “She wasn’t just talking to me, and I think you knew that. What happened this week?”
I wanted to be furious, and a week or so ago, I might have been but seeing the way his face lit up and watching him quickly turn to hide it made me smile. He was happy, I hadn’t seen him happy like this in a long time, not since before Christine moved in with another man.
“I’m keeping a distance between us, okay? I’m not encouraging it, and I’m not trying to piss you off—”
“What happened this week?” I demanded, probably more harshly than necessary.
“I told her I loved her. We went on a few dates, I showed her my playroom, and she slept in my bed every night…” Jon sounded almost amazed as he spoke as if he was shocked that it had happened or that he was admitting it out loud.
“Did she say it back?”
“No.”
Oh. That’s…odd.
He sighed and turned to face me. “Not right away. She did say it, just not at the same time.”
That made a hell of a lot more sense than her not saying it, no matter how much I hated knowing that she didsay it anyway. “I’m still her Master,” I replied after a minute. “She’s my submissive, not yours.”
He smirked and took the half-finished cigarette from my hand and tossed it over the balcony. I glared at him but he just grinned wider. “You say that, but she still calls me Daddy.”
I shoved him, he barely moved but I pushed harder and he suddenly took a step back. We were nearly the same height, and if I straightened my back as much as possible then I could look taller and more intimidating despite his obvious brute strength.
Jon lost his smile and seized my wrist, twisting it and making me hiss in discomfort as he pulled me closer.
“You’ve been a Dom for five minutes,” he warned. “Don’t act like you’re something special.”
“You were a submissive for how long again?” I taunted. “Ten years at least. Does Lydia know that now?”
“Not the details.”
The tension between us was palpable, I could feel it in my arm with every ounce that he squeezed and as his eyes darkened I knew he was thinking the same thing. I was suddenly very thankful that Lydia was sound asleep inside and that we had shut the doors. I’m not sure who moved first, just that he didn’t let go of my wrist as we kissed and my tongue sought his.
I had never thought of kissing Jon, though I knew he had kissed other men and I fucked around in college – the other man never had that sort of appeal for me. But as I shoved him away and then pushed him to his knees I started to smile. He wasn’t in charge anymore, there was no more of me being the second choice, the second in command because he was on his knees for me. I felt like I was drunk on power as I stumbled toward him, my cock straining at my jeans and inches away from his widening eyes.
“Unzip me,” I said quietly.
Jon’s head snapped up at the sound of my voice, anger flashing in his eyes even though he didn’t move to stand back up. We stared at each other for a long minute. I wasn’t backing down, he could submit to me or he could get up and I would leave. Leave Lydia, leave our fucked up little polycule, leave the company. It was in his hands.
Something changed in his face and he glanced down at my groin again, something like curiosity in his eyes. He reached for the zipper, not with shaking hands or any uncertainty, but with the determination of someone who wanted to be there, and who had done this many times.
As he got my jeans undone, he pulled them down my thighs, my cock sprung free and bobbed lewdly in front of him. My stomach fluttered and I struggled not to look excited as he reached for it, my heart was pounding in my throat and I worried that I would be undone the moment he touched me. My fear didn’t matter, the instant he wrapped his hand around my cock I moaned and stepped forward, Jon leaned back slightly, his eyes massive as he watched the head get closer to his mouth.
“Come on,” I ordered, losing patience. “Jerk me off.”
His hand moved slowly, tentatively, our lack of lube was evident, and he wasn’t willing to spit on it. After a few painfully slow minutes I rested my hand on the back of his head and urged him toward my cock.
“Suck my cock, Jon,” I teased him, unable to hide my wide smile or blatant amusement. “I know you know how.”
He glanced up at me briefly, his eyes flashing a dark, deadly blue in warning. I just kept grinning and pulled him closer. As if he made up his mind, he surged forward and dragged his tongue roughly up the underside of my cock. I moaned shamelessly, letting my head loll back as he licked and sucked it all while his other hand worked the skin over the head back, exposing me to cool night breeze. He knew what he was doing, and honestly, between him and Lydia, I wasn’t sure what mouth I liked better.
My fingers sunk into his short hair, it wasn’t as soft or silky as Lydia’s, and there wasn’t nearly as much to pull, but I still grasped at it while I started to fuck his mouth. He grabbed my thighs and I pulled him further down my length, he struggled and gagged slightly before I had my entire cock in his mouth but I just felt triumph soar through me as I stared down at him. Jon’s eyes were squeezed shut and I smirked.
“Look at me,” I ordered. “Keep your eyes on me while I fuck your throat.”
Jon hummed around my length and I swore under my breath, it felt so good I shivered. Our eyes locked, and that was the end of my control. I tightened my hold on his hair and fucked his mouth with abandon, listening to him gag, feeling his tongue lap and swirl on the underside of my cock – somehow finding the most sensitive areas and making my toes curl in the process.
“You like seeing Lydia acting like a slut but here you are getting your throat fucked,” I said with a nasty sneer. “Are you going to swallow too?”
Jon glared at me and sucked harder. Fuck me. My knees buckled and I clutched his head to my groin, groaning and shuddering as I came straight down his throat. He kept going and all too soon I became overly sensitive, I shoved at him and he fell backward. The other man just laughed quietly and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. I watched him with morbid fascination, frozen to my spot while he surged to his feet and forced me up against the wall with his tongue in my mouth. I could taste myself on him and it was different than I could’ve expected but I didn’t push him away.
“That is the only fucking time you’re going to see me like that,” he snarled, pressing his bulge against my softened cock. “You need to quietly go to the bathroom and wait for me. Is that understood?”
I had never done anything submissive. Not with a woman, not with a man, not even when I first started exploring BDSM or when Jon had started showing me the ropes of being a good Dom to the girls here. But if I felt safe enough to do it with someone, it was him. I couldn’t explain it but I nodded and went back inside, shedding clothing as I tiptoed into the bathroom. I caught Lydia sprawled on the bed, the sheets tangled up around her waist, her tits exposed, and hair a messy golden halo on the pillows. What would she think of us right now? I hoped that when this eventually came out that she wouldn’t be upset, or worse – disgusted.
Once in the bathroom, I started the shower. I wasn’t a complete idiot, I knew he didn’t want to brush our teeth together. In the drawer, I found a bottle of lube and brought it with me into the stall. I left the glass door opened so steam spilled into the rest of the bathroom, making my head just a little dizzy in the heat. Is this even real?Until Jon came into the bathroom, I half convinced myself that it was some fucked up dream.
Jon’s hands slid over my shoulders, down my arms and over my abs. “You made a lot of assumptions,” he said quietly, pulling me back so his chest was pressed against me.
“Somehow I didn’t think you just wanted to brush our teeth or shave together.”
Was this how Lydia felt when I touched her this way? Small and vulnerable and weirdly delicate? I hoped she liked that, I mean she must have because she kept coming back for more, but I had to admit that it was foreign, and I was more than slightly nervous. Jon must have felt the way I tensed up because his touch became softer even as he moved further south to my still spent cock.
“You know this is usually a lot easier if you relax,” he teased.
“That’s pretty easy to say when you’ve had a dick up your ass,” I snapped.
Jon laughed and pushed me against the wall so that my hands were braced on it with my feet spread. I had never felt so exposed like this before and now I was doing it in front of him and I knew my face was beet red.
To make my embarrassment worse I felt his fingers glide between my cheeks, teasing my ass slowly. My chest heaved and I fought to control my breathing when he started kissing his way down my back. There were a lot of things Jon taught me; navigating business, controlling volatile clients, how to handle a whip or a cane, how to hold myself in a scene and maintain control – but this was not a lesson I expected to learn.
I gasped unintentionally when he bit my ass cheek, grazing it with his teeth and making me shudder. But then he spread me wide, I felt his tongue exploring me and I whimpered. I balled my fists up and bit my tongue, not wanting him to hear how he affected me. He kept up, loosening me up with his fingers and his mouth, I thought it was impossible for me to get hard again so soon but after a few minutes, I felt myself rising to the occasion. Jon pulled away and chuckled, reaching around to give my cock a quick tug before he got back up.
“Remember that she’s out there and you need to be quiet,” he warned directly in my ear, nipping at the shell and dragging another subdued moan from my throat.
“Shut up and fuck me before I change my mind,” I mumbled, pressing my forehead to the shower wall.
Jon snorted and I heard the cringe-worthy sound of the lube squirt into his palm. I tensed again and he seemed to predict it because it was only his fingers that found my ass, easing me open. Suddenly, I had a lot more respect for Lydia taking it up the ass from both of us and made a mental note to thank her for being so open and willing to try pretty much whatever we wanted.
His cock probed my ass and I grit my teeth in preparation. Inch by inch he pushed into me, spreading me wider and making groan in an almost high pitched whine. Full was the only way I could describe it, like a pressure against the sweetest spot I had ever felt and all I wanted was more. More cock, more pressure, more fullness, more everything that he had to give me.
“Fuck me,” I begged him. “Fucking hurry up and fuck my ass.” My voice sounded foreign even to me, needy and quiet and not in control.
“Is fuck the only word you know?” he asked, and I could hear the smile in his voice.
I wasn’t going to say please, it just wasn’t going to happen. He probably knew that though. Without another word he started to fuck me slowly, pulling out and easing back in with a slowness that made me crazy. I pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with an eagerness that I never thought I’d have. My cock bobbed with every thrust, and every time he bottomed out inside me he hit the spot that made me gasp and my cock throb. I let my head drop and moaned louder with each hit of his groin on my ass.
I could’ve grabbed my cock and jerked myself off, but I was reasonably certain that if Jon kept up fucking me like this that I would come without touching myself. I could hear his breathing speed up and he started fucking me harder, his hands falling to my hips and pulling me back on him. The rainfall water washed away my sweat, my hair hung in limp sopping tendrils where it wasn’t plastered to my face and I was beginning to wish that I was gripping a nice set of sheets instead of the slippery shower wall.
I was so hard it hurt, my balls were heavy and my cock ached. I went to grab it and Jon slapped my hand away, taking it in his fist instead and pumping to each thrust. “Oh fuck,” I gasped.
“Are you going to come with my cock in your ass?” he growled, raking his teeth over my shoulder.
I couldn’t talk anymore, just moaned and pushed back on his cock and tried to get him to fuck me harder. Pleasure started to coil deep in my abdomen and I knew I was close, the tension couldn’t hold forever but I didn’t want to come before he did.
Jon groaned and his hand tensed on my cock for second, suddenly his motions became frantic and almost jerky. His grip became tighter with every thrust, combined with him railing me as hard as he could I started to come. My cock jerked and throbbed, it wasn’t nearly as powerful as the first, but it felt fucking good. Jon’s arms came around my torso and he cried out as he held me in place. I could feel him inside me, his come was hot and my eyes rolled back at sensation.
There were a few awkward minutes after that where neither of us knew what to say and we just kind of stood in the shower without looking at each other. Now that I wasn’t hypnotized by lust I could feel just how sore my ass was and I wasn’t confident that sitting was something I could do for the next little while.
“What do we tell Lydia?” I asked after a minute. My voice was quiet and a little hoarse.
“Nothing. If she asks we tell her the truth, but I don’t think it’s that important.”
I turned and gawked at him. Was he serious right now? “Is that your motto? It’s not lying if you just don’t tell her?”
He laughed and rinsed the last of the conditioner out of his hair. “It isn’t lying—"
“It’s not telling the truth either,” I snapped, losing my patience. “She doesn’t deserve that, Jon.” He was silent and wouldn’t meet my eyes. I sighed and grabbed the towel as I got out of the shower. “Sooner or later we need to talk to her, I’ve got enough shit that I can’t tell people about and I don’t want this to be one of them.”
“You can’t hold the NDA against me,” he called back. “I warned you and you didn’t listen, so it’s not my fucking fault, Patrick.”
I shook my head and left the bathroom. Lydia was still as we left her on the bed, I slid in beside her and gave her cheek a quick kiss.
“Hi…” she mumbled sleepily. “Where’d you go?”
“Just to talk to Jon, go back to sleep, kitten,” I murmured, pushing the hair out of her face.
“Mm.” She snuggled into me and sighed. “You smell good…”
I chuckled and kept stroking her hair while I watched her doze back off. She would find out about Japan sooner or later, hopefully, she wouldn’t hate me for it, maybe she’d even be willing to come with me.