Kapitel 195: Chapter 26: Master ll
"Look at that cock ... Uh-huh ... Isn't it beautiful? Ungh ... So big ... So thick ... Stretching me open," Peyton crooned. "Fuck-yeah ... Are you ready? Huh? Are you ready, honey?"
Her entire naked body covered in sweat, busty redhead Natalee nodded silently before moaning "Yesss..." softly while staring rapturously at the point where my dick rhythmically disappeared into and reappeared from Peyton's juicing wet cunt. Kneeling upright, Natalee's torso undulated forward and back as she rode Annette's face, the Swedish blonde lying beneath her with a mouthful of redheaded snatch while reaching up to fondle Natalee's mouthwatering 34DDs. "I'm ready," Natalee added in the same entranced tone.
"Are YOU ready?" Peyton asked, grinning up at me. The Tri-Delt President reclined on her elbows, with her butt at the edge of the bed and her legs wrapped around my waist while I stood on the floor and pumped her, reveling in the way the blonde's pussy gripped and caressed my cock.
Breathing hard but breathing steadily, I weighed the situation for a moment before nodding. Although worried about the mood as well as Natalee's emotions when I'd first walked into the room, those worries had been washed away over the last thirty minutes or so beneath successive waves of spectacular orgasms and inhibition-lowering rounds of alcohol. Adrienne, alone, was capable of doing so very much to improve my mood, and I was certainly feeling pretty good by the time she bent over to smother my face in her massive tits, screaming her orgasm while I barely managed to keep my control and refrain from blowing a load into her pussy too early in the evening.
By then, all five of us were more or less naked, although Adrienne, Peyton, and Annette kept the ribbons in their hair and Natalee was still wearing her stockings, garters, and heels. Annette also had not removed her push-up bra, although one of her perky breasts had come free enough to expose a pale pink nipple.
Peyton had passed out a round of tequila shots, and while I downed mine she poured hers over my crotch and proceeded to lick it off my cock and balls. Adrienne quickly followed suit, and by then I was too bemused to stop either Natalee or Annette from doing the same. Sure, Annette had a boyfriend, but while I'd arched my eyebrow as both question and warning, the lissome blonde merely giggled and tongued my balls clean before staring up at me with glittering pale blue eyes and sucking my entire dick into her mouth.
Peyton and Adrienne had then teamed up to give me a dual-blowjob to end all dual-blowjobs, with one girl working my shaft while the other polished my knob. They switched off without a word a couple of minutes later, and then changed positions to lick both sides of my shaft at the same time, all the while communicating with nothing more than a look. The two of them worked in tandem in a way that didn't seem possible given that they barely knew each other, or so I thought. When the pair of smoking hot blondes started French kissing each other, I commented on their apparent harmony and the girls giggled before Adrienne revealed, "We actually hooked up a bunch of times when I was still a student."
Adrienne then gave Peyton a final kiss and instructions to take good care of me before leaving to reacquaint herself with Annette and Natalee, with whom she'd apparently ALSO hooked up back in the day. I wondered aloud, "Was there anyone in the sorority you didn't fuck while you were here?"
Adrienne giggled over her shoulder and replied, "I'm sure there were a couple, but not many! You gotta realize, Tiger, that I've bedded more of the Tri-Delts than you have. In fact, my total 'number' of girls is almost certainly higher than yours."
I shook my head, and Peyton suddenly started kissing me while pouring a shot's worth of tequila out of her mouth and into mine. At least she fed me a lime while returning down to sucking my cock.
So Adrienne got sandwiched by the Swedish blonde and the redhead. I moaned around my lime while rapturously watching the three of them slither over each other's bodies, rubbing and caressing and kissing and licking every inch of exposed skin they could find, and shoving their fingers and tongues into every cavity as well. Leaving my hand on top of Peyton's head while it bobbed up and down in my lap, I groaned watching Adrienne fingerbang Annette while sucking on Natalee's right breast and Annette and Natalee exchange sloppy wet kisses with their tongues extended before pivoting and coming up with some new combination of lesbian three-way loving. It was like they were playing a sex version of twister: Swedish blonde's right hand to supermodel's left breast, redhead's tongue to Swedish blonde's ass crack, supermodel's big toe inside redhead's pussy. And spin again.
Yeah, I was now in the mood.
Sensing that, Peyton pulled off my cock with an audible [pop]. Smiling, she jacked my shaft a few times before climbing onto the bed with her butt at the edge and her legs spread invitingly. Smiling, I stepped onto the floor between her knees and planted my hands on the mattress as I leaned over her, sealing my lips over hers for that plutonium bomb kiss I loved to give the sexy Tri-Delt President. Our mouths were still joined when I shifted forward with my hips, nudging my cock into position without needing my hands for guidance. And once I felt my mushroom head center at her entrance, I shifted my weight onto the balls of my feet and pushed in.
Peyton groaned and broke our kiss to tilt her head away, inhaling deeply as I filled her up. I turned my lips to her neck, kissing for a moment and then sucking hard to mark my territory with a rose-colored bruise she would still have in the morning. And then I started fucking her.
Meanwhile, Natalee and Annette pushed Adrienne flat on her back beside us, Natalee's face in the supermodel babe's crotch and Annette working her upper body. And I got into a little competition with the girls as we each tried to give Peyton and Adrienne more orgasms than the other.
The girls actually won, but that's because after her first orgasm Peyton pulled me down on top of her and did her level best to fuck ME instead of the other way around. She planted her feet on the mattress and rapidly thrust her hips up to meet me while clawing at my back and cramming her tongue down my throat. I lost my head for a minute, enjoying the feverish hunger in her touch and kissing back with just as much passion. I fondly remembered the near-instantaneous chemistry we'd had after the whole Rutledge thing and simultaneously wondered about what could have been if she hadn't pulled away from me just as fast. I guess those memories affected the way I was kissing and caressing her, because after a little while, instead of fucking we started making love. But after crooning out her second sweet climax, Adrienne returned to us and broke the spell, giving me her own nuclear kiss while Annette and Natalee climbed into their present positions on the bed beside us.
Natalee moaned, "I'm ready."
Peyton asked, "Are YOU ready?"
And after a moment to weigh the situation, I nodded.
A few position changes later, I found myself in the same spot at the foot of the bed but with a different nubile coed in front of me. Quivering in anticipation, Natalee looked up at me while I traced my hands along her pale thighs, interrupted by the material of her stockings. Reaching all the way to her feet, I grabbed hold of her stiletto heels and used them as grips to hoist her calves over my shoulders. And then palming both of her ass cheeks, I guided the busty freckled redhead's body in front of my hard cock and briefly rubbed my mushroom head along the fuzziness of her red landing strip.
"Please..." Natalee whimpered, reaching up to hold onto my forearms.
And then she was full of me. Number 85, check. Hell, I just might catch up to Adrienne yet.
But still, fucking Natalee's pussy wasn't what she'd asked me to do.
"Yesss ... Yesss ... Yesss..." Natalee apparently came from the school of stereotypical porn star exclamations, but I knew she wasn't faking it as she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to absorb the sensations of my cock repeatedly drilling into her stretched asshole. With her body pressed flat on her belly beneath me, I sodomized her more or less vertically while she clutched at the bedspread and howled her pleasure.
"Fuck ... I'm cumming again. I'm cumming again!" the busty redhead squealed excitedly. "Yes! Fuck my ass! Yes-yes-yes-fuckme-fuckme-FUCKME! Aaaaahhhh-URP!"
Natalee Kirby's last scream abruptly cut off as my left hand suddenly clamped down around her throat, squeezing firmly but not so hard as to bruise her. She shuddered just once before going still with anxious tension, and I could feel her throat muscles working as she struggled to breathe. But when I started rotating my cock counterclockwise at full depth within her colon, the sensations flooding her brain along with the panic-attack of being momentarily asphyxiated caused her entire body to start twitching and spasming as if she were having an epileptic seizure. And when I snuck my right hand beneath her pelvis and hooked two fingers into her cunt while rubbing her clit, her entire spine recoiled so hard I was worried for a moment she might snap her damn neck.
But she didn't, and I silently counted to myself.
One.
Two.
Three.
Touchdown.
I let my PC muscles relax and groaned as I felt the flow pour out of me, filling the redhead's suddenly relaxed anal cavity with creamy jism while I let go of her neck and let her lifeless body flop limply to the mattress.
Hey, she asked for the Assfuckxiation, didn't she?
"Holy SHIT!" Annette breathed in amazement beside me after watching her friend pass out from the incredible orgasm. Moments later she clenched her eyes shut and squealed out her own orgasm from Adrienne's agile tongue behind her.
"Well, Natalee DID ask for it," Peyton laughed.
That's what -I- said!
Shut up, you.
Breathing hard, I bent forward and planted my hands on the mattress to either side of the redhead's slumbering body. I watched the way her back rose and fell, reassuring myself that she was still alive. And I gave my cock a slow 360 rotation around the walls of her somewhat loosened bunghole before sliding my knees beneath me and retracting out.
"See? Told you you'd enjoy that," Peyton smirked.
I grinned wolfishly. "I did. And now it's your turn."
Peyton's hands quickly went up defensively. "Me? But I--"
Adrienne suddenly grabbed onto Peyton's arms, pinning them behind the girl's back. Leaning forward, she growled into the Tri-Delt President's ear, "You asked for the Lamborghini. You're gonna GET the Lamborghini."
I grinned, clapped my hands together, and rubbed my palms gleefully, the same way Adrienne had done at the beginning of this session. "This is gonna be FUN."
"Angf-angf-angf..." Adrienne wasn't trying to say anything per se; that was merely the sound she made each time my cockhead nudged into her throat as she lay on the bed with her head hanging upside-down off the edge. I pulled out and grinned down at her, smirking to see her eyes wide as she caught her breath and smiled back at me. And then I crammed my cock into her mouth again, throat-fucking her a few times before pulling out and aiming higher to re-insert my cock into Peyton doggy-style while she bent over tonguing Adrienne's snatch to complete the sixty-nine.
"Cum on her ass, Tiger," Adrienne urged while watching my dick thrust back and forth just inches above her face. "Pull out and hose down her cheeks so it runs down her crack and I can lick it all up. Can you do that for me? Please? Pretty-please with a cherry on top?"
I chuckled and nodded before realizing she couldn't see my head, what with my balls in her mouth while she tongued them like they were hard candy. So I reached down with one hand and patted her cheek to let her know I understood.
Meanwhile, Natalee was just starting to wake up while Annette gently caressed her best friend's body and watched the threesome in front of her. On impulse, I decided to wait for the freckled redhead to fully come around. Wouldn't want her to miss the finale, after all. And after watching Natalee's eyes flutter a bit and finally open for good, I put a little more oomph into my thrusting while reaching down with both hands to tweak Peyton's pleasure points.
"Are YOU ready?" I growled, parroting back Peyton's original question to me.
"Ready for wh-AAAAAAAA!!!" Peyton's reply abruptly converted to a scream as I swiftly exited her cunt and slammed my dick up her ass. Previously content to lie down on top of Adrienne in the sixty-nine, she now shot up on all fours and threw her head back in surprise, feeling me push and push and push until every inch was fully imbedded in her rectum.
"Ready for THAT?" I chuckled before adjusting my grip on her hips and resuming my thrusts.
"Fuck no I wasn't ready," Peyton groaned as she hung her head back down. But as her entire body rocked with each thrust, she moaned, "But don't fucking stop, either. Don't fucking stooo-oo-opppp!"
"Not until the right time," I promised, patting Adrienne's cheek again and guiding my adoptive "sister's" face back into Peyton's crotch. It had been a while since a Tri-Delt got the proper "Big Ben AND A.D. Experience" in this house, and I thought it fitting that Peyton be the first.
"Ohwaaahh..." the dirty-blonde babe groaned as I sped up and started hammering her ass harder. She clenched her inner muscles, tightening the tunnel surrounding my shaft and whimpering whenever Adrienne's tongue hit a particularly good point. Peyton's upper body started wriggling while I tickled her underboob and the sensitive nerve bundles I found there. And she growled like a not-quite-tamed lioness when I grabbed onto her hair and pulled her head back again to really lay down the lumber.
"FU-UCK!" Peyton yelled as her back arched and she gnashed her teeth. She'd already been quite close to orgasm when I switched holes, and probably would have gotten there if I hadn't. But even so, it didn't take very long to bring her back to the precipice. Plus, having a supermodel's tongue slithering up her snatch probably helped.
"Mmmph!" Adrienne mumbled into a mouthful of pussy, gripping Peyton's ass with both hands and pinning the Tri-Delt's crotch against her face.
"Fuck me ... Oh, fucking FUCK, Ben. Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Fuck my tight asshole! Fuck me and fill me and bathe me in your fucking cum! Fuck meee-ee-eee!"
I did as she asked, hammering her harder and harder and harder. "Ngh-Ngh-NGH!" I grunted from the exertion, rapidly approaching my own climax as well.
But I couldn't cum first. No way, no how. Bearing down with my inner muscles, I held my ejaculation at bay while using my hands and fingers to work Peyton's body like a musical instrument. And just when I started wondering if I could hold out any longer, Peyton shrieked as her head suddenly pulled up from Adrienne's crotch. At the same time, she thrust back with her hips, shoving her butt back to meet my next thrust and holding me there as her colon clamped down on my cock and proceeded to try and wring it dry like one of those chamois cloths you'd use to dry your car. And then she howled out her excruciatingly awesome climax.
"FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK!!!!"
She nearly succeeded in wringing me dry. The heavenly sensation of Peyton's colon working my cock like it had a mind of its own pretty much pulled my second load out of my balls, but just before it did so, her own climax started to wane. I didn't even have to cover her mouth; Adrienne's tongue and finger work proved enough extra stimulation to blow her mind. And just before I lost my load, Peyton slumped forward, unconscious and going limp.
As promised, I pulled my cock free of the Tri-Delt President's still spasming asshole. Taking my shaft in hand, I jacked my rod while pressing it down, angling my explosion so that I fired spray after spray of semen right into the blonde's asscrack. And just when I was finished creating my pool of creamy cum, the first trickles finished their journey down her crack and onto Adrienne's waiting tongue.
"Holy SHIT!" Annette breathed beside us, her eyes wide as saucers.
Adrienne giggled, slurped up a glob of cum, and looked up at me. Briefly, her eyes darted to Annette and back to me, a naughty twinkle sparkling in her golden irises. "Two down, Tiger. One more still to go."
Fuck. Why not?
"Holy SHIT!" Annette Bergstrom squealed, her fists bunching up the bedspread while my cock finished its maiden voyage up her previously virginal pathway. Yes, a member of the Tri-Delt Royalty and the Pledge Mistress to boot was actually an anal virgin (well, she HAD been up until a minute ago), but that was only one good reason in retrospect why I shouldn't have done it. The fact that her boyfriend certainly wouldn't approve was the other very good reason, but while I don't want to blame my poor decision-making on alcohol and sex-lust, the fact was that I DID have a lot to drink that night and I WAS getting off on the power trip of sodomizing all three of the Tri-Delt babes. And Adrienne's encouragement to "Go get 'em, Tiger" wasn't really helping.
Oh, well. Too late. It wasn't like I could UN-fuck her virgin asshole.
"Oh, fuh ... fu-uhhh ... uckk ... me-ee-eeee..." Bent on all fours in front of me, Annette groaned while pressing her belly toward the mattress and arching her neck backwards so that her face turned up toward the ceiling before letting her head fall to the side. Her entire body rocked back and forth in time with my steady thrusts, her knees spread to the sides which lowered her ass to just the right height for me to grip her hips and really lay down the lumber while I pistoned in and out of her lewdly stretched anus.
"Stay down, slave," I commanded, reaching forward to the back of her head and roughly shoving it back down into Adrienne's crotch. "You're not done with your meal!"
"Fuck yeah, eat me, bitch!" Adrienne ordered, pressing Annette's head against her crotch with both hands.
"Mmph!" the lissome blonde mumbled, rooting around for a moment by sense of touch before finding the supermodel's clit and wrapping her lips around it. It was the only way she could find it, what with her blindfold and all. Don't ask me to explain the blindfold. It was Peyton's idea, calling up some intimate knowledge she had of Annette that somehow made the Swedish blonde more willing to go along with her anal deflowering, as if being blindfolded meant that what was happening was not her choice, and she therefore couldn't be held responsible for her actions.
Hmm, maybe I needed that excuse.
No. We've done the blindfold thing enough already.
"Here, another shot," Peyton offered, holding up some more tequila for me to pound while squeezing lime juice all over her erect nipple.
"Mm-hmm..." I soon mumbled around a mouthful of Peyton-boob, desperate for the lime juice to wash out the bitter tequila taste but enjoying the texture of sorority babe nipple in my mouth, too.
Meanwhile, I continued slow-dicking Annette while she got used to the unexpected invasion of her heretofore never-used hole. I'd at least gotten her warmed up by fucking her pussy and giving her a starter orgasm, but even with my deliberate pace, her body was still tense and I was having a hard time stimulating her senses to distract her from the pain. So after another minute, I wrapped my arms around the slender girl's waist and rolled us over so that I was on my back and Annette was reclining on top of me, my cock still up her ass but her face and tits pointed to the sky.
"Adrienne!" I barked.
Adrienne didn't need further verbal directions. She simply circled around and shoved her face into Annette's crotch. At the same time, Peyton poured out the tequila all over Annette's perky tits, the runoff dripping onto me and down to the bedspread. And then she and Natalee each took a side and began sucking teat.
"What the--? Ohmigawd," Annette whimpered, still going out of her mind from having my cock up her ass and Adrienne's tongue up her cunt. Getting the sensual assault of Peyton and Natalee as well only overloaded her nervous system even further, and the distractions seemed to work as Annette's grunts of pain quickly turned into whimpers of pleasure. She moaned a quick climax with Adrienne fingerbanging her and suckling clit before the girls rotated and Natalee took over cunnilingus duties while Peyton and Adrienne worked over the rest of her body. And together, all FOUR of us brought Annette to a screaming, consciousness-losing climax before I filled her colon with my third load of the night.
"UNGH!" I grunted, firing both barrels into her de-virginated bowels.
"OHHHHHWAAAAAAuuuuugghhh..." Annette screamed, her voice trailing off as darkness overtook her consciousness.
In the end, the lissome Swedish blonde slept on her side, my cum dribbling down her pale buttcheek while I gasped for breath on my back. Adrienne soon loomed over me with a smirk on her face and said, "Hey it's been a while since we did that kind of trifecta: three Tri-Delts and three assholes."
I took deep breaths and grinned back at her. "Well there's more than a trifecta here tonight. Did you forget? You're a Tri-Delt too."
"That's right she IS," Natalee agreed whole-heartedly.
"Three down," Peyton announced triumphantly. "One more still to go."
"Yesss ... Yesss ... Yesss..." Natalee moaned, rocking her hips back to meet me as I pounded my way up her ass once more. But then she started whimpering, "Noooo..." as I pulled out and took a big step to the right.
"Fuh-UCK!" Peyton barked and grit her teeth as I slammed up her asshole instead, hanging her head and swaying on all fours to fuck back at me as well.
"Ohmig-- Ohmig-- Uhh-ngh!" Annette squeaked two minutes later when I pulled out of Peyton and re-introduced my cock to her deflowered rectum.
"Fuck yeah, Tiger!" Adrienne cheered me on two minutes after that as she relaxed her anal muscles and easily accommodated my entry, and then closed herself back up to maximize my pleasure as I started thrusting away.
Four Tri-Delt babes knelt on all fours in front of me, their lubricated assholes paving my way. Now on my fourth erection as well, I knew I could last a good long while, but even so my abs were starting to burn and the alcohol buzz wasn't helping my physical stamina. Still, for sheer ego if nothing else, I made sure that each of the four girls had a brand new orgasm with my dick up their ass, and once they had, I finally dismissed Peyton, Annette, and Natalee and focused on Adrienne instead.
Sitting down on the armchair in Peyton's room, I had Adrienne mount me reverse-cowgirl and she cooed while feeling my cock burrow back up her butt. "Never stop fucking me, Tiger," she crooned, twisting her head around to look back at me
"Then never fucking leave me again," I shot right back while reaching around to cup her tits and tug her against my chest while nibbling on her neck and giving her a hickey to match Peyton's.
"You got a deal..." she whimpered and stretched out her long legs to plant her feet on the floor as she humped her body up and down.
"Peyton, get down and eat her out," I ordered, snapping my fingers and pointing at the Tri-Delt President.
"Aye-aye, sir!" the dirty-blonde saluted smartly and knelt between Adrienne's legs.
"Natalee, Annette. I think these two puppies need your attention."
"Ooh, yeah..." the freckled redhead grinned. The Swedish blonde merely smiled and sauntered in.
Thankfully, it didn't take much longer, although I was too tired to put in the effort to knock Adrienne out. Still, she had a nice screaming orgasm, and once she finished she dismounted me and knelt in front of the chair. And then to the other girls' surprise, Adrienne ducked forward and sucked my cock into her mouth.
"Holy SHIT!" Annette squealed again. "That came straight out of your ass!"
Adrienne simply smiled and continued sucking me, working me with her mouth and lips just the way she knew how to get me to blow.
When I felt it coming, I snapped my fingers again and pointed before me. "Peyton, kneel down next to her. You too, girls."
Obediently, the other three joined Adrienne on the floor. With dramatic head bobs, Adrienne deep-throated me a few times before Peyton reached in with one hand. My "sister" handed me off, letting Peyton aim my cock and then – to my surprise – Peyton gave me a few deep throats as well. And drunk and delirious, of course Natalee and Annette had to get in on the act, too.
By the time my dick got passed back to Adrienne, I was primed and ready for launch. Sensing this, Adrienne didn't take me into her mouth but instead jerked my shaft with both hands, twisting her fists in opposite directions while urging me on by saying, "Cum for us, Tiger. Spray down our faces with your tasty sperm. Show the new girls that even your fourth load will be one of the biggest they've ever seen. Hose us down and drown us in your-- WHEE!"
I groaned as I did just what Adrienne wanted, and she directed my cannon as it belched out several healthy globs that painted the girls' faces. I wouldn't say it was the biggest load they'd ever seen or anything, but I still had a good six shots that splattered around like a runaway law sprinkler and did a pretty good job of spraying them. Adrienne started licking cum off Annette's face while Peyton started licking cum off Natalee's face, and then Adrienne started going after Peyton's face, and the whole thing turned into one big gigglefest.
In the end, Peyton laughed herself out as she splayed on her back across the floor, catching her breath and asking, "What's next, Tiger?"
I arched an eyebrow. "Did you just call me 'Tiger'?"
Peyton grinned and shrugged. "I like it. Unless that's something special between you two."
I looked at Adrienne, who was sitting upright on the floor not far away. She shrugged and gestured at me, so I turned back to Peyton and replied apologetically, "Actually, it is pretty special."
"No worries. I can dig it," Peyton replied as she sat up and pivoted into a kneeling position. Pulling her shoulders back, she thrust her naked tits forward and clasped her arms behind her back before bowing her head and saying, "What's next, Master?"
I flinched and arched an eyebrow. "Not sure I like the term 'Master' any better."
Peyton giggled. "Why not? -I- think it's got a nice ring to it. I'm so used to being in charge, it's kind of a relief to sit back and let someone else take command of me. You know what I mean, AD?"
Adrienne smiled and nodded. "Oh, yeah. Know exactly what you mean."
"So the question stands. What's next, Master? You've already sodomized all four of us. Got one more in you? I've got a private shower up here and while it don't think it'll fit all five of us, we can certainly try."
I was still shaking my head. "No-no. Stop calling me that."
"But--"
"Stop calling me that!" I bellowed abruptly.
Peyton blinked, only now sensing my shift in moods. She turned and stared at Adrienne as if wondering whether the other woman could explain to her what was going on.
Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and sat up straight. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you. But please don't call me that. I'm really not a Master. I'm not even a Dominant type."
"Psht," Natalee chuckled from her spot on the bed. "Tell that to my sore asshole."
"No kidding," Peyton added with a laugh. "Not a Dominant type my ass, literally. The first day I walked into your house you completely rocked my world without even penetrating me. 'Tarragon' ring a bell? I spent the next week trying to break you down only to have you break ME down. And then that stunt you pulled with the five freshmen in front of all of us?"
"Fucking HOT," Annette moaned where she was still lying on her back, looking completely wiped out.
"And every time I've ever been with you since," Peyton continued. "So confident. So in-charge. Master of your harem. Putting ME in my place and making me wait a week for our date while threatening me to be on my best behavior. I told you: no man had ever gotten the better of me until you."
"That stuff was different. All that stuff was related to sex."
She thought about that. "I guess. But the capability is certainly there. All I can say is that I'd love to have YOU as my 'Master'."
"No. No! Stop saying that! Sex I'm good at. It's easy to be in charge and in control in the bedroom. But in life? Well, I suck. Please don't ever call me 'Master', okay?"
"Okay, okay..." Peyton quickly held her hands up. "Didn't realize you'd be so touchy about it."
I rolled my eyes. "There's a difference between taking the lead, sexually, and being someone's 'Master'."
"Fair enough," Peyton replied. "But ... I don't think this is an academic discussion. Something's bothering you."
I waved her off. "I'm fine."
Peyton frowned and shook her head. "No you're not. Look, if you really want me to shut up, I'll shut up and not pester you. But if there's something I can do to help..."
"There isn't. I'm fine."
"No, Tiger. You're not." Adrienne sat up and gave me a serious look. "This is about Kim, isn't it?"
"Of course not."
Adrienne merely stared at me expectantly.
"Okay maybe it is," I sighed, "but now's not the time to talk about it. We all just had a great time and I don't want to spoil the mood, alright?"
"Alright, alright." Adrienne backed off with her hands up and looked down, her expression clearly saying that it was too late for THAT. But a few seconds later she looked up at me and frowned while furrowing her eyebrows.
I noticed her look and asked roughly, "What?"
Adrienne blinked and looked around at the other girls while I looked around at them as well. All three of them wore concerned expressions.
"What?!?" I repeated.
"You're crying," Adrienne explained.
"What?" I reached up and dabbed at my cheek, surprised to find moisture there. In surprise I barked, "The fuck?"
Quickly, Adrienne got off the floor and slid her naked butt onto the armrest before sliding down it and into my lap. She wrapped her arms around my head and pulled my cheek against her cleavage in a maternal way, stroking my hair. "Hey ... it's okay..." she soothed.
"I'm fine," I said brusquely and pulled my head out of her cleavage.
"Tiger ... You're not."
Once again, thoughts of Kim and Viktoriya's baleful glare came to mind, but the bottle of tequila wasn't within reach. Anger at myself, frustration with the futility of my situation, and pure annoyance at the dead weight of Adrienne's naked body on top of my lap preventing me from getting to the not-quite-empty tequila bottle threatened to overwhelm my mind, but when I tried to do what I always did – bury it inside – for some reason my mental doors weren't working. I couldn't keep a lid on my emotions anymore, and this time when my flow of tears increased, I could actually feel it.
"Shit, Adrienne get off," I complained while nudging her. "I need another drink."
She didn't budge, holding me even tighter. "You've had enough to drink tonight, I think."
"Adrienne, get off me."
"Tiger, please."
"NOW!!!" I bellowed. "NOW!!!"
She didn't even flinch. "No."
The dam burst, and a flood of tears literally poured out of me this time as I hung my head and buried it against Adrienne's chest. "Fuck! How am I supposed to be a 'Master' when I can't even get you to move off my lap?"
Adrienne rubbed my scalp. "It's okay. You don't HAVE to be a Master."
"Yes I do. YES I DO! For the mother of my child. For Kim!" I croaked through my sobs.
"There are other ways of being there for her. You don't HAVE to be a Master," she repeated.
"But she NEEDS me to be. And I'm FAILING her. I've BEEN failing her!"
"Why? Because you let her stay with her father? That's what's best for her, isn't it? And isn't that the whole point? Doing what's best for Kim?"
"But she wanted ME to be there for her. To be her Master!"
"I love you, Tiger. You're a good person, a great man, and you are many, many wonderful things. But you're not a 'Master'."
I snorted and wiped my eyes, feeling the sobs begin to wane. "This coming from a girl with a leashed leather collar that says 'Tiger's Pet' on it."
Adrienne blinked. "Like you said: that sort of stuff is for the bedroom. I like that collar, and it represents so many things for me: my love for you, my devotion to you, my willingness to be whatever you need me to be whenever you need me to be it. But I don't consider you my 'Master'. The collar is symbolic, not functional. I know you're not the Master type."
"Care to explain that to Kim?"
Adrienne frowned. "I think she already knows. Seriously, you're not a Dom and anyone taking a look at the way you live your life outside of the bedroom should realize that. To think otherwise would be ... well ... stupid."
"And Kim's not stupid," I muttered, taking a deep breath and musing on that.
Adrienne nodded her agreement.
Kim's not stupid.
Kim's not stupid.
Kim's not stupid.
"Look, I know we haven't talked about the Kim situation," Adrienne began, rubbing my head again. "We both knew she was out there, but you haven't brought her up since I came back and I wasn't going to bring her up either. We talked before about you waiting until graduation and getting your shit in order before figuring her out, and I'm all onboard with that. You're not doing anything wrong."
I took another deep breath and sighed, saying, "I'm sorry, but your advice this year hasn't always turned out the best for me."
She pursed her lips and frowned. "Okay so maybe it hasn't, but that doesn't mean I'm wrong now. You said that others have told you to go down and like... 'fight' for Kim or something, as if taking her away from her family and bringing her here would be better for her or some other such nonsense. Being a 'Master' isn't about role-playing. It's a way of life, and for you to become Kim's Master would mean LIVING that role 24/7, constantly thinking about her needs and maintaining a dominant relationship over her at all times, not just in the bedroom. That's impossible to fake. Impossible to BE 24/7 unless you FEEL it deep inside your core being. A true 'Master' is someone who NEEDS to be in control, and that most certainly isn't you. A guy who needed to be in control wouldn't have survived Tri-Delt West. Give orders and expect a dozen girls to meekly fall in line? That's a chauvinistic fantasy. We are strong, capable, independent women in our own right. I know I wouldn't have put up with that shit, and neither would Peyton or the others. What makes you special is your flexibility."
I snorted. "You mean I have no backbone. I'm spineless."
"Not true," Adrienne said. "When it comes to the girls you care about, okay maybe. You value OUR happiness and prioritize that. And we LOVE you for it. But when your back is to the wall and some obstacle is standing between us and our happiness, there's no one else I'd rather be with."
"But my back IS to the wall with this Kim thing, and I don't know HOW to take action. It's easy to jump into a fight with guys trying to molest Paige on the street, but this thing with Kim and her father isn't so black and white. And so far, all anyone has told me how to deal with Kim is to 'man up' and 'fight for her'. Those are concepts, not solutions for a complicated situation. They're as concrete as 'mumbo jumbo'. It's like telling a soldier with PTSD to 'stop whining' and 'be a man'. It's not that SIMPLE."
"No one's telling you that."
"Sure they have. Not you, perhaps, but Brooke and Bert and Viktoriya and..." I shook my head. "Sure, I could've driven down to Kim's house and commanded her to come with me. Maybe she would have. What then? What kind of a relationship does she have with her father, with her family, after that? What kind of a relationship do -I- have with them? Do I continue the rest of my life telling her what to do and maintaining the dominant part of our relationship? That's. Not. Me. It never WAS me."
"You don't have to be a full-time Dominant to be in her life. But I think it couldn't hurt to take that spinelessness you just complained about and be a little firmer with me and the other girls in your life."
"I get that. I do. I'm sure I'd be better off if I had a stronger backbone and learned to take better control of my life. I know I need to stop letting life happen TO me; Brooke's been needling that one for years ... since like High School. I can't wait for things to fall into my lap anymore, even if it sometimes seems like there's a benevolent power looking out for me and helping me get laid. Tell the truth, I think that 'benevolent' power enjoys fucking with me just as much. But ... seriously ... even IF I somehow managed to get some semblance of a grip on my life, a true 'Master' I'll never be. And you know what? I think Kim KNOWS that. I think she's ALWAYS known that."
"She probably has."
"Then why ask me to be one? Why fill my head with all her hopes and dreams of me being her Master?"
Adrienne shrugged. "You got me."
I sighed and hung my head for a moment. Adrienne waited me out, letting me think a bit before patting my head and sliding off my lap. The other girls looked around at each other before coming to some sort of agreement that the "sexy time" portion of our evening had ended, and they started hunting around for their clothes.
But I stared straight ahead.
Why me? Why pick me? Did she not expect her father's reaction? Did she seriously think her Dad would just roll over and let his precious flower walk out the door to be my unmarried baby mama?
She expected you to be strong, to be a man, to be her Master. But you weren't, and she simply had to react the strongest influence in the room, and that was her dad, not you.
Be serious. This is Kim we're talking about. Sure, she's a self-declared submissive. But she's also a smart, calculating... manipulative young woman when she wants to be.
It was a set up! It was a test! Kim wanted to see how you reacted when her father opposed you two having a baby together. She wanted to see if you'd step up and take care of her the way you'd promised. It was a test!
A test?
A test. And you failed.
Or did I? Did she set me UP to fail? Again, how could she NOT expect her father's reaction? And by the same token, how could she not expect mine? Adrienne's right: to think I'm the Master type is plain stupid. And Kim's not plain stupid.
So what then? What's her end game? Has she already achieved it? The baby she always wanted even MORE than having a Master? Home with her father again, with her family again, perfectly cocooned in an idyllic existence with her every need taken care of and able to live a life without fear and STILL get her baby?
Maybe. But then maybe not.
Then what? Why? Why do all this? Why let you walk into a fucking TRAP and let you get your ass handed to you by a Dominant who really knows that the fuck he's doing? Why?
I don't know.
Sure you do.
I do?
Yes, you do.
I do...
I do...
Oh, shit. I do!
"Hmm. Figure it out, Tiger?"
I turned to find myself standing upright and Adrienne smiling at me, already fully dressed in her china poblana. Peyton, Natalee, and Annette on the other hand were still fixing up their underwear. I supposed Adrienne was used to quick-changes now after all her time spent at runway fashion shows. I nodded my confirmation.
Adrienne's smile broadened. "So what are you gonna do about it?"
"Drive down and talk to Kim. Not to her Dad. To KIM. I need to confirm that what I think I understand is actually what's going on."
She nodded and arched an eyebrow at me. "Think maybe you should put some pants on before you do that?"
I blushed and looked down at my nakedness. "Yeah, Daddy Fukuzaki probably wouldn't let me in the front door looking like this."
"Daddy Fukuzaki might not let you in the front door, period."
I mimed battle pose, bouncing a bit on the balls of my feet. "I know Kung Fu."
"Thought you were taking Krav Maga?"
"Whatever."
Adrienne giggled. "I think you're still drunk."
"Probably."
"So maybe driving isn't such a good idea right now."
I sighed as I retrieved my boxers and pulled them on. "Probably not. But everything seems so much clearer now that I feel like I HAVE to go out there and DO something!"
Adrienne laughed. "I know, I know. But seriously, I don't think either of us should be driving now, nor anyone else in this room."
"You're welcome to crash here," Peyton offered with a big smile.
"I'd LOVE for you to snuggle up with me tonight," Natalee added, her head a little wobbly.
I smiled but shook my head, now hopping into my pants. "Sorry, ladies, but I owe it to Sasha and Andie to figure out their plans tonight first."
Peyton nodded. "I can tell someone sober to drive you home."
"No worries. I'm sure I'll figure it out."
With another nod, Peyton approached me and raised her arms for a hug. I was still topless and she was still in her underwear, and the gorgeous dirty-blonde took an extra moment to rub her tits into my chest. I grinned and pecked her lips. "See you later."
"Count on it," Peyton replied, her green eyes glittering. "Tonight will NOT have been my last ride in the Lamborghini."
Annette and Natalee both followed suit, Annette's kiss brief while Natalee's lingered for an extra moment before she stepped back, breathing hard and staring at my lips for two additional beats. And then to my surprise Adrienne came over for a soft kiss, saying, "I'll see you in the morning."
I arched an eyebrow. "You're not coming?"
Adrienne's eyes glittered and she head-nodded toward Peyton. "My first time back in the Chapter House, and I've got some catching up to do with the girls. You work out a sober ride home and I'll bring the Mustang back in the morning."
I shrugged. "Sounds good."
Adrienne kissed me again and patted my ass. "Go get 'em, Tiger."
"You know, I'm actually going to stay here tonight," Andie said apologetically while leaning back into Jamie's embrace. It had taken me several minutes of asking around to learn that the pair of them had retreated to Jamie's bedroom some time ago, doing pretty much what everyone else in this house was doing behind closed doors. The girls were still naked and in bed, sweaty and happy post-coital. And I smiled bemusedly at them.
"Okay, that's cool. Just wanted to make sure you're taken care of," I replied while backing up toward the door.
"Are you taken care of?" Andie asked earnestly.
I chuckled and nodded. "More than taken care of. Don't you worry."
"Well Sasha should be waiting for you. She left the party to go home a little before we came up here. Jocelyn dropped her off."
"Oh, okay. Good to know." I frowned, wondering what would have made Sasha leave early. "Have a good night, you two."
"We will. Bye, Ben."
"Bye, cutie."
"I love you."
"I know."
"Bye, Ben!" Jamie added while reaching around to play with Andie's perky nipples.
I chuckled and added, "Bye, lovely. See you two later." And then I backed up and opened the door to go outside.
"Thanks for the ride," I said as we pulled into the driveway.
"Sure you don't want me to come with you?" Misa Ng asked coquettishly while turning off the car engine and sliding a hand up my thigh.
I chuckled and shook my head. "Sorry, but I'm really wiped out; even -I- have my limits. Besides, Sasha'll be waiting for me."
"Ooh, now you make me want to stick around even more," Misa giggled. "Sasha and I always have such a good time together."
To emphasize her point, Misa wiggled her little fingers in front of me, so I grinned, took her hand, and kissed the back of it before pulling away and stating firmly, "Goodnight, Misa."
She leaned across the center console and pecked my lips. "Goodnight, Ben."
I reached for the door handle, but just then, the headlights of an oncoming car illuminated the interior of Misa's car, pulling into the space immediately behind us against the curb. I looked back, and moments later their engine turned off and the driver's door opened. The driver got out, and I pulled my head back in surprise.
The hell is HE doing here?
Quickly and without looking around, the man headed up the sidewalk and hopped up onto the porch. He reached to ring the doorbell, and after about fifteen seconds the porch light came on to illuminate his face. Frowning, I opened Misa's car door and stepped outside. But before I could otherwise make my presence known, the house door opened and Sasha, now clad in her pajamas, stepped into the light.
"Hi, Rod. Thanks for coming," she greeted before gesturing him inside.
Sasha's ex-boyfriend Rod Vandenberg nodded and followed after her, closing the door behind him.
What the FUCK?
Turning around and bending over, I said quickly, "Thanks again, Misa. I'll see you later, okay?"
"Okay." She nodded and started up the car after I closed the door.
I turned to watch her pull out and drive off back toward the Chapter House. Then, with furrowed eyebrows, I took a deep breath and resolved to figure out what the hell Rod Vandenberg was doing in my house.
They're fucking and you know it. You weren't there for her tonight so she--
Shut up, you. You're just drunk and paranoid and I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation for her inviting him over that doesn't involve--
// Drench yourself in words unspoken, Live your life with arms wide open
// Today is where your book begins, The rest is still unwritten.
I blinked and looked down at my pocket. Already I knew the ID of the caller. She was the one who'd put me onto the song and made me make it her personal ringtone even after I changed my main one. And with a perplexed frown I reached into my pocket and pulled my phone out.
"Hey, Amber. What's up?"
"Hiii, Ben," she replied musically in a sing-song voice. "Have I told you lately how much I love you and value our friendship?"
My eyelids dropped halfway and I sighed, grumbling, "Whaddaya want?"
I could practically see Amber wince on the other end of the line. She took a deep breath, and in a subdued tone the exact opposite of her previous sing-song, she replied, "I need a favor, and it's a big one, big enough that you might turn me down."
"Don't be ridiculous." I shook my head, even though she couldn't see me. "There's no such thing as too big of a big favor, not for you. I'll do anything you need."
"But it's not just for me. I need you to do a favor for someone else."
"Someone else?" I asked in confusion. "Who?"
Amber took a deep breath and sighed. "For Cameron."
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