Patrick
Home. Jon’s apartment was home for me now despite my apartment waiting for me a few blocks away. It was Lydia’s too now that she had finally moved out of her tiny apartment in Queens. Home meant a lot of different things for me, but the thing that was making me antsy to return was knowing that my kitten would be waiting for us expectantly with an implement of her choice in hand and an excited smile.
That was all I could think of as Jon and I rode the elevator up to his floor; Lydia all dolled up and waiting for us. Needy and wanton… Fuck, I had to stop letting Jon get me worked up with no release, it turned me into a walking ball of horniness that never seemed to end.
“You’re practically vibrating over there,” Jon remarked.
“Shut up, I’m just excited.”
“That’s still my baby,” he replied in a sing-song voice.
“And she’s still my wife,” I sang back.
“Fiancée.”
“Wife-to-be.”
“Fuck off.”
I laughed in surprise and bumped our shoulders together. Some days were easier than others, especially when we could all have our own time to relax, unwind, and just remind ourselves that things didn’t have to be difficult. Today was a good day. A very good day if Dia was naked and waiting for us.
The second the elevator doors opened, I snatched Jon’s keys out of his hand and took off for the door at the end of the hall. Jon shouted for me and I just ignored him. I slammed into the door and fumbled with the keys in the lock, struggling for the right one and mentally cursing him for having what felt like a hundred keys and junky little plastic things cluttering up the chain.
I was shoving another into the lock when the air was knocked out of me and I was crushed against the door with a strained grunt.
“You had her all weekend to yourself,” Jon growled out. “Don’t think for a second that I’m letting you get to her first.”
“Neither of us is getting any if you don’t let me open the fucking door.”
Jon scoffed and pushed himself off me. I cast him a glare over my shoulder and took my time unlocking the door just to piss him off.
When we stepped into the foyer, we were greeted with the smell of something savoury from the kitchen. I wiped my feet and tossed my jacket on the railing. Is this what it’ll be like? I wondered idly as Jon dropped the gym bag on the floor. Coming home together to Lydia? It was nice, better than just coming home to my staff. Much better.
I could hear laughter from further inside and smiled to myself as I followed the sound of it through the living room and back down the hall to the kitchen. Dia was at the island with Anne, Jon’s older housekeeper, and the two of them preparing dinner together, one chopping veggies while the other prepped chicken.
Dia’s hair was pulled into a loose ponytail at the nape of her neck and she was still wearing the black dress she had gone out in, the only change was that she was shoeless now. Her heart-shaped necklace from Jon glittered against the velvet material of her dress, and her ring, the one-of-a-kind engagement ring shone like a beacon on her hand. She was covered head-to-toe in pieces of us. Inside and out.
Anne glanced up from her task and smirked. “I think someone’s here to see you,” she told Lydia with a nudge.
Dia turned and grinned as she held out her hand to me. “Nah,” she said to the other woman. “He’s just excited for potpie.”
My face suddenly felt like it was on fire and I tried to hide it by wrapping my arms around her waist and burying my face in her hair.
“You enjoy that while you can, the honeymoon doesn’t last forever,” Anne advised.
Lydia giggled and reached up to toy with my hair. “I think we’ll be fine.”
“That’s the joy of young love, right Anne?” Jon stood leaning against the doorjamb; he rolled his eyes conspiratorially with the older woman.
“That it is,” she agreed with a chuckle. “Now why do I get the feeling I’m about to be given the night off?”
He took the tea towel from her and threw it across his shoulder. “Probably because we’re becoming predictable,” he replied dryly.
She sighed and dusted off her hands. “As long as predictable means I’m still getting paid.”
“Always and forever,” he assured with a disarming smile. “You’ll let Kathleen know as well?”
“Yes, yes.” She waved her hand dismissively and made her way toward the hall. “Try not to get anything on the couch, the material is difficult to clean.”
Jon put his hand to his forehead and nodded despondently. “Thank you, Anne.”
“No problem, hon.”
I waited until I could hear the door shut to her room before saying anything. “That stain was yours and you deserve to be embarrassed.”
Dia was laughing while the two of us bickered pettily until she finally offloaded some tasks onto us. It felt good for us to be together like this again, even if our vacation had been nice, I still missed Jon, I missed how much easier things seemed when it was the three of us together.
Even making dinner seemed less like a chore when I had the endless excitement of my fiancée on one side of me and the calmness of my former colleague and boss on the other. And despite all of the fear, anger, and resentment that had plagued me from the beginning of our relationship, I felt good right here with them.
My hand pressed to Lydia’s back and she leaned in to kiss me gently on the cheek. I tightened my hold on her waist and ignored her squirming when she tried to pull away.
Jon set the patio table for us and lit the fireplace to keep the chill away. My apartment overlooked the Central Park Zoo, Jon’s overlooked the East River, the view from his balcony was gorgeous if a little cold at times. I finished setting the salad bowl on the table and glanced back out onto the dark water.
“Pat,” Lydia whispered as she touched my arm. “What are you doing?”
I shivered unintentionally and turned away from the river. “Nothing, just waiting for you.”
She smiled and brushed her thumb across my cheek. The lights of the city cast strange shadows across her face and the harsh wind made her hair wild. I guided us away from the railing and pulled the thick curtain across to block out some of the cold while we ate together.
Lydia told us about her day with some mild irritation towards her publishing team, mainly Jordan and his desire to have juicier gossip in her novel. We told her it was her choice to write a book but our personal request was to keep our relationship purposely vague and for nothing to be mentioned about Jon and I specifically. Everything else was up to her, with the small exception that we respect the privacy of others. The team had been understanding of this until they realized that we would be taking an active role instead of a passive one. I don’t think they really understood that Lydia being with two lawyers meant that we would be checking everything.
Jon caught my eye from the other side of the table and smirked at me. I looked away quickly, hiding my own smile behind my glass while Dia continued chattering happily. We would have to remind Jordan that his position was replaceable if he wanted to continue upsetting our girl. I would be happier if her editor was a woman anyway, but I wasn’t about to voice that complaint to Dia.
Jon downplayed his day to Lydia when she changed the subject, suddenly wanting to know what we got up to. He didn’t mention his meeting with Edward and myself or his interview next month at NYU. I knew he was anxious about it, but it irritated me that he wasn’t mentioning it to her.
“Edward wants us to come to his anniversary party,” I cut in. “We talked about that when we met with him today.”
Jon stilled but Lydia seemed to perk up. “Oh! That guy you’re trying to work with?”
I nodded and held up my hand to finish chewing. “Yeah, Edward McNamara. He helped Jon get an interview at NYU as well.”
Lydia gasped and smacked Jon’s arm. “Shut up! Really?”
He nodded reluctantly. “Next month…”
“Why didn’t you tell me? That’s such great news!” She leaned over and wrapped her arms around his neck in an awkward hug from that angle.
He shrugged and offered her a nonchalant smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I just didn’t want to stress you out, I know between the book deal and planning the wedding that you’ve got a lot on your plate. Have you two even found a venue yet?”
Oh, you bitch. Bringing up the venue was a low blow. Lydia’s withering gaze instantly turned on me and I wanted to sink down through the floor. I tried to will her not to be angry with me but I already knew it was fruitless.
“No,” she said briskly. “Someone keeps turning them down.”
The asshole already knew that, she didn’t need to tell him. “I don’t want to get married in a church or a hotel. I don’t care how nice the hotel is, it feels cheap to me.”
She groaned and brought her hair over her shoulder, angrily twisting it around her fingers. I pulled her chair closer to mine and her legs up onto my lap. We put her through the ringer emotionally, it wasn’t fair, and I always felt that twinge of guilt afterward.
“I love you,” I murmured into her hair. “I’ll keep an open mind when we go see that new place.”
“That’s all I want,” she replied. “Just to feel heard.”
My hand skimmed up her leg, pushing the hem of her dress higher until I felt the tops of her stockings. “Did you get something ready for me and Daddy?”
“Something special for my Master?” she purred. “If I did it would be waiting upstairs.”
I smacked her ass hard and urged her to get up. “Go get ready for us then.”
She grinned and gave my cheek a light tap, pausing to do the same to Jon before heading back inside. I waited until she was long gone before turning my attention to the still mildly irritated man across from me.
“Don’t be mad, Jonny,” I teased as I got up. “There’s no secrets between us, remember?”
“It wasn’t a secret,” he snapped. “It’s a month away and I wanted to tell Lydia myself.”
I held out my hand to him, he stared at it for a minute before sighing and letting me help him up. We headed upstairs together in silence to the playroom. Whatever irritation we were feeling with each other today could be worked out on Dia’s ass instead of passive-aggressively on each other.
The door to the playroom was slightly ajar and when he pushed it open the rest of the way my heart started to race.
She had stripped and was wearing the custom harness Jon and I had prepared for her; the metal collar connected to an O-ring with four leather straps that formed the outline of a bra around her tits. Thin metal chains were attached to the straps for decoration, swooping over her breasts and mimicking the others that hung down over her stomach. The metal and leather were mixed together to make a special belt as well; wrapping across her hips and hugging her pussy, the decorative piece over her sex gave a sense of modesty despite the nature of it hiding the small vibrator pressed snugly against her clit. It was perfectly fitted to her body and without the magnetic key I had embedded into my leather cuff, she couldn’t take any of it off.
I felt unimaginably powerful when she was wearing the harness, like I was in complete control of her and her body even when I wasn’t right there with her. Even more so because I was the only one with the key to unlock it. Jon didn’t even argue with me about that, he accepted instantly that he was her Daddy, not her Master, and if I wanted something for just myself then I should be allowed that. Kitten had just been happy to feel total control over her again.
She knelt obediently in the center of the room and had left the grooved paddle on the table beside the door. It had an array of differently sized hearts carved into it, giving it a swiss cheese look with extra oomph. I picked it up and tested the wood against my palm while Jon crossed the room to her, shoving her hard until she was laying back on her arms.
He crouched over her, bringing his knee down beside her head as she gazed up at him with wide eyes. “Open your mouth.”
Lydia obeyed without complaint and less than thirty-seconds later Jon had his cock down her throat. Muffled moans came from her while I watched, amused, and unzipped my pants. Her hands came up to reflexively push him back when he thrust too deep and his eyes flicked to me, I nodded once and grabbed the pink leather cuffs off the sofa. When I came back, he pulled out long enough for me to push her back into a sitting position and secure her hands behind her back.
She huffed and twisted in my grasp to which Jon just snickered.
“Where do you want her?” he asked, standing back up.
“Bend her over the bench seat.” I pointed the paddle at the black padded bench. “It’ll be easier there.”
“I like the couch,” Lydia said as we picked her up.
I smirked and grabbed her hair, marching her to the bench. “And it’s cute that you think we care.”
I gave her a push down across the padded material and reached down to secure her collar to the hook. The bench forced her to bend straight at the hips, if her abdomen hadn’t been a sensitive area I would have had her bend over it properly, but for right now it was better for her to rest her cheek on it.
The thin chain that ran down her back secured the rest of her bodysuit. I very carefully undid the back, giving myself more of her body to play with while Jon went around to the front of her.
“Come on, baby, you can do better than that,” he urged, shoving more of his cock into her mouth while she gagged.
I waited, watching them until I was sure that he was completely sheathed in her throat pressing my thumb into her ass. She squirmed, hips twisting with discomfort. Jon sank his hands into her hair with a long sigh.
Slowly my thumb pumped in and out while my other hand dipped lower, tugging the metal piece away from her damp pussy. It couldn’t be on every second of the day, I usually set it on a timer so that it didn’t completely wear out the batteries on each use. Today I hadn’t turned it on at all because of her meeting, but she was still clearly excited.
My fingers glided along her slit, through the dewy patch of dark hair, spreading her wetness across her skin. Her feet were inching apart, further exposing herself to me. No doubt trying to get me to play with her clit.
I smirked to myself and slid my hand back, gliding the other one across her ass. I struck hard and felt chills wash over me as the sound rung through the mostly quiet room. She choked on Jon’s cock but he refused to let up, thrusting faster into her mouth while I watched her nails eat into her palms.
The tension in my shoulders had melted and I started to feel lighter as I moved around them, stripping her further and pulling his shirt off. I was standing straight now, the weight in my chest completely gone as I watched my kitten’s eyes water and tears begin to seep down her cheeks. My own cock was aching, throbbing and begging me to just shove it into her cunt and enjoy myself.
I forced myself to ignore it for now and picked the paddle back up. I noticed Lydia’s gaze following me around the room, watching me in the mirror as I lined it up against her cute little butt. The hearts would leave fun welts and bruises for her to navigate tomorrow. Jon was breathing heavily and I waited a moment, listening to him degrade her, calling her every filthy name he could think of while she was forced to stay silent.
I waited until he pulled out almost completely, just as he was calling her a brainless slut, and struck hard. Kitten made a strangled sound and lurched forward from the impact. Jon laughed and I just grinned down at the pretty red lines it had left on her sensitive skin. I didn’t give her time to prepare before I hit again, this time on the other cheek, and then twice more.
The sound of her cries was music to me that had heat coiling low in my stomach and my gaze focusing on her very wet cunt. She could scream or cry when we used different toys but her pussy couldn’t lie and by now it was dripping down her inner thighs. I groped roughly between her legs, probing her delicate sex until I found her clit, swollen and sensitive, making her jump when I tweaked it between my fingers. Muffled squeals made Jon moan and tighten his grip on her hair.
I wished I could have been as rough with her nipples as I was with her clit tonight, but I knew those were more sensitive than usual right now and considering the last time I did that I nearly got punched in the eye, I wasn’t keen on a second attempt. I could, however, take that desire out on virtually any other part of her.
Grinning, I sank to my knees behind her and dragged my tongue over her slit, feeling it part easily for me. Pushing two fingers into her, I felt her pussy tighten for a moment before her body relaxed. She knew I wasn’t going to let her come yet, but she was still obviously happy to have me touch her.
I slowly thrust my fingers into her again and again, lulling her into a false sense of security, while my tongue swirled around her clit. My kitten squirmed and mewled loudly – her mouth no longer occupied. I glanced back and saw Jon lounging on the couch while he jerked off, watching us intently. My eyes went to his cock for a moment but I quickly forced myself to focus on the gorgeous woman currently at my mercy.
She was gasping and writhing with pleasure when I raked my teeth over her over-sensitive clit. Lydia yelped and tried to twist out of my grasp. I only stopped when I felt the tension in her muscles mounting, not wanting her to come yet.
Bruises were starting to surface on her ass when I stood and Lydia’s legs trembled, nearly buckling while she fought to stay upright. I ran my hands over her lower back, bending to press gentle kisses up her spine and listen to her sniffle.
“What’s wrong, kitten?” I asked softly, feigning ignorance. “Are you crying, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “I need to come, Master – please. I’ve been good all day.”
“You wore your stockings?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You let Daddy pick your outfit?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You sent us pictures?”
Silence. She knew her routine, she knew that she was supposed to send us photos every day; one to Jon proving that she wore whatever he picked out for her, and one to me proving that she hadn’t worn any panties. When she was in a rush she would forget, but that wasn’t my fault, that was hers.
“I’m sorry, Master,” she whispered.
I chucked and walked around in front of her. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I jerked her head back to look up at me with watery gray eyes. “So, you weren’t a good girl then, were you?”
Slowly she shook her head and more tears seeped down her cheeks. Her pupils were dilated and her mouth swollen from Jon’s assault on her poor throat. It was getting easier to get her into this headspace where for small chucks of the day she had nothing else to worry about other than what she could do for us.
I knelt in front of her this time and kissed the tear tracks on both cheeks, revelling in the sound of her little whimper before nuzzling into my cheek.
“You’re lucky I’m still going to fuck you, kitten. Next time I’ll make you go to bed without.”
She nodded sadly in understanding and I got back up gesturing to Jon to help me. His cock hung out of his pants as he pulled her into a standing position and held her there while I got the swing set up across the room.
The straps and slings moved with ease as I tied back the unnecessary ones. I hadn’t really worked with these before and Jon had given me a quick guide on how to use it but this was going to be a learning experience for both me and Lydia. I checked the carabiners twice before I called them over.
He helped me lift Lydia up into it, her legs easily getting bound together for extra support in each piece, effectively pinning her shin to her thighs. Jon undid her hands and refastened them again around my neck, giving her complete support with both me and the harness. Her breathing was shallow now and her face was hidden against my shoulder, I gently rubbed her back to soothe her while her Daddy diligently spread the warming lube over both her ass and his cock.
I pushed into her first with a satisfied moan, deep into her perfect cunt. She was so wet, especially when we paddled her and it just made it easier to fuck her hard, without restraint. She moaned and kissed my shoulder as she shifted, accommodating me without complaint. The same couldn’t be said for Jon who was now scolding her for not being better prepared.
“You know I’m going to fuck your ass, stop squirming away,” he snapped.
She groaned and I couldn’t help but just laugh while I tried to hold her still for him. After a minute he gave up and lined his cock up with her rear entrance. He held her hair tightly in one fist and pushed into her, the other clutching at her hip. My kitten gasped and her back arched but didn’t protest at the intrusion.
The tightness of her pussy increased at the same time as her panting, desperately trying to get used to both of us. We couldn’t do this often, it was too much strain on her, but the sound of her sweet little moans and gasps sent electric shocks straight to my cock and made me fuck into her faster.
Jon was gritting his teeth as he forced himself into her ass over and over and I knew that he was as close as I was with the way he dug his fingers into her hips. My hold on her thighs was similarly getting tighter, but what really spurred me on was the feeling of her biting into the muscle of my shoulder and the combined rhythmic clenching as she came.
My hand brushed against Jon’s and I grabbed at him, pulling him in for a kiss and nipping at his lower lip when he finally tried to pull away. The sling made it easier to fuck her at the same time, it did not make it easier to discreetly enjoy him while I was at it.
Time seemed to hold still when we parted because suddenly Lydia was coming again and she brought me over the edge with her. I groaned and clutched her to me as the pressure that had been building released all at once, setting off fireworks behind my eyes and making me blind for a minute. I could hear Jon groaning and felt him pawing at her as well, the three of us all trying to cling to each other in a frenzy.
Things came back into focus slowly and for me with the vaguest hint of a headache. My spent cock slipped from Lydia but her hold on me didn’t loosen even a little. Jon detached himself and I helped as best I could get her untied but that was a little difficult with her acting like a spider monkey.
“You know, I’m not going to be able to carry you forever,” I warned her with a chuckle. “At some point we’re all going to be too old for this game.”
“But that day isn’t today,” she mumbled sleepily. “I need a bath.”
“And I need a masseuse,” Jon complained, rubbing his arm. “Alright come on, the faster we get cleaned up the faster I can take some Tylenol and go to sleep.”
It was still early but it wasn’t like we had anything we had to do in the morning, we could sleep and get up whenever we wanted.
I carted Lydia to the bathroom, Jon teasing us along the way that she would have to give that up once we had a baby to carry around. She ignored him, mindlessly toying with my hair until I set her on the counter and grabbed towels while Jon ran us a bath. I liked this routine; getting to relax together in our afterglow while feeling completely exposed in a good way.
Jon and I could and definitely would haze each other every chance we got, and it felt good to do it but at the end of the night we still wound up here, naked, next to each other, and soaking in a bubble bath. This was absolutely not what I pictured when I pined for Dia, but I had to admit that it was a damn nice alternative.