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Amelia and Kayla laid together in bed, still sleeping off the evenings activities. I had dozed off for a while but decided to get up and work on a few documents for work in my study. I dressed and left for my study.
It was boring, tedious work compiling information and consulting various database entries. It was well past midnight but I didn’t feel like I could sleep more.
There was a nagging worry in the back of my head. The way Amelia had responded when Kayla kissed her, it was like she was overcome with some intense feelings I didn’t know the source of.
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of soft feet on the wood floor behind me and I turned to see Kayla in the doorway. She stood there with her arms behind her back, leaning against the door frame. She was still naked, her skin still glowing in the soft light of my study lamp.
She looked nervous. “I can’t sleep.” she said.
“I know the feeling. Come, sit with me.”
Kayla walked into the room and settled onto the hardwood floor a few feet away from me. She watched silently as I worked, never interrupting. When I looked over at her, she appeared content just to sit the
“Aren’t you cold?” I asked her.
“A little.” She said. “But I’m fine.”
“Stay here.” I said, standing and walking to the closet in the foyer. I grabbed a robe and brought it back to the office, offering it to her.
Kayla stood and took it, slipping it over her body. She walked to my desk and sat on the floor, right next to me.
“May I speak?” She asked, rather shyly.
“Of course.” I said, “First, I think we need to establish something.”
She nodded at me and waited.
“You don’t have to be afraid of us. Like, I get the whole master-slave role thing going on between Amelia and you. And I guess myself as well. But at the same time even Amelia wants you to have a mind of your own. A sense of autonomy.”
“I don’t want one, Adam.” Kayla said in response.
I was a bit uncertain, not really understanding but she continued.
“I’m not just playing along with you both, this isn’t a kink that I’m fulfilling. I truly, truly just want to serve and be used.” She was sincere. And that worried me.
I thought back to the events of the evening, recalling how she responded to Amelia’s advances. All the things she seemed to want – the collar around her neck and how she reacted to it.
“Kayla.” I said, “There has to be something more you want in life as well.”
She shook her head.
“I’ve always felt a bit different, if I’m honest.” She said. “I have a hard time finding pleasure in doing things for myself… but serving others. It’s like I’m free, it’s ecstatic.”
“I don’t really like that perception – serving others. And, the idea of a slave…” I said, “They feel so antiquated, so inhuman. Beyond indulging Amelia’s fantasies, I mean.”
“Pet, servant, slave. Whatever you call me, that is what I am.” She said, a shy smile crossing her face.
“It doesn’t sit right with me, I guess.” I replied.
“It’s not inhuman to me.” She said. “I only ask to be treated how I want to be treated.”
I sat back, looking at her. I nodded.
“As you wish.”
She smiled and sat her head on my thigh.
“What I was going to say…” She said, hesitating. “Thank you for taking me in, you and Amelia. I think this is the first time in my life that I actually feel like I’m where I belong.”
I reached out and started caressing her hair, the dark red strands soft under my fingers.
“I worked in a coffee shop. I started when I was in high school. Taking orders, fulfilling them – it was a new experience for me. It was like I found a missing piece of myself.” She said.
“I always felt like I was missing something, some connection with people. I just never really felt like I was a part of the world. But in the coffee shop I felt like I was different. I found a sense of belonging.”
“You know, I kind of see that.” I said, “I was a bit of a nerd growing up. I didn’t exactly fit in anywhere.”
“My parents weren’t abusive, or anything like that. They loved me. But they never seemed to see me, they made me feel like I was invisible.” She said, looking up at me. “While I was working at the coffee shop I started talking to another barista. We weren’t dating, but we had a little fun together every now and again.”
She looked up at me, her eyes sparkling. “She was my first.”
“Everyone remembers their first.” I said.
She nodded and then hesitated, taking a second to choose her word.. “She used me… And it was the first time I felt seen. My body was hers. I gave into her every desire. I wanted to be used like that.” She looked down again. “It was the first time I felt in control.”
I felt like I could understand – the coffee shop and about her life before coming here. It made sense. Giving up control, her autonomy, was the only way she actually felt any sense of control.
“When I met Amelia, when she first spoke to me, it was like she knew me. Like she saw me.” Kayla said, her voice cracking. “I wanted to fulfill her wishes, to serve her. She told me that I was different, that I was special, that I was made to serve her. It was like a missing piece finally fell into place.”
She was quiet for a few minutes.
“I feel like I finally found my place in the world.” She said, standing up. She climbed up on my lap and put her arms around me, kissing my neck softly.
“We shouldn’t play without Amelia.” I said, “I don’t know how she’d take it. At least not yet.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, Adam.” She said, sitting back.
“Pet!” Amelia’s voice called from across the study. She was standing in the door wearing a nightgown.
Kayla stood immediately, a look of abject horror on her face.
Amelia smiled. “That is my husband, child. Ground rules.” She looked at me and then back to Kayla. “You are to serve whenever you are told to. Night or day. With or without me. Understood?” She must have overheard our conversation.
“Yes, ma’am. Thank you.” Kayla responded.
“Get back to bed. Adam works too hard, and you’re distracting him.”
“She’s fine here with me, if you’re okay with it.” I said.
Amelia nodded, stretching her arms over her head in a yawn.
“Alright dear.” She walked over to me and kissed me. “Don’t be up too late.”
She turned to Kayla, her eyes twinkling. She leaned down and grabbed Kayla under the chin and lifted her face into a kiss.
“Make my husband happy, pet, and you’ll get a reward.”
Kayla smiled at her and nodded. Amelia stood and walked to the door.
“Touch yourself until he’s ready for you!” She said, laughing as she walked through the foyer and up the stairs to our bedroom.
I stared after Amelia, listening to her laugh fade. I turned back to Kayla who was looking at the door too. She turned to me slowly, not looking up at me. In the dim light of my lamp I could see her blushing but she smiled softly and looked up at me, her eyes not quite able to hold mine.
Slowly, she sat back and extended her legs out from under her, spreading them slightly. She still had the robe on but she pulled it up slightly, revealing her long legs. She lay further down, her head resting beneath my legs as I sat at my desk.
She started to touch herself, wrapping one arm around my leg, pulling herself close to me. Kayla let out soft sighs of pleasure, her slight moans and labored breathing filling the room. I watched her in the dim light, her eyes closed and her body writhing slowly against my leg, her hand slowly working between her legs, gliding softly. She moved up and down, rubbing herself, moaning softly.
I could feel myself growing hard and I shifted in my chair, my erection growing hard against my pants. I closed my eyes and leaned back, feeling the futility in trying to work. Amelia had done this on purpose.
Kayla began undoing the robe, her body laid bare as she continued playing with herself. She pulled the robe open to her waist and continued to rub her hands up and down her body. She moved her hands up to her breasts and began to slowly massage them, her nipples growing hard as she rolled them in her fingers. She let out soft, quiet moans.
She reached down and pulled her hips forward, her fingers working between her legs. Her hips began to move slowly, grinding against her hand as she continued rubbing herself. Her eyes closed and she bit her lip as she continued to tease herself.
She began to thrust her hips forward more strongly, her hand dipping lower. Her legs spread further apart as she continued grinding against her hand. I watched, her soft moans filling the air. I stood up, my erection bulging against my pants.
“To your room, Kayla.”
She blinked, momentarily lost, but then stood quickly, leading me out of the room, robe swishing around her.
I followed her into her room and closed the door behind me. She stood there, watching me apprehensively. I walked up to her and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. She let out a soft gasp. I pressed my lips against her neck, kissing softly.
She moaned and pressed her body against mine. I felt her fingers moving against my belt and I growled slightly, pulling her hair more.
“You’re not in control here, Kayla. Be still.” If she wanted me to use her, if she truly felt fulfilled that way, I would oblige.
She stopped, her fingers stilling at my belt. I kept kissing her neck, my teeth playing at the curves of her jaw. My teeth found her ear and she shuddered, her body pressing against mine. She moaned as I breathed into her ear.
I continued kissing her neck as I moved my hand to her legs, sliding up her thighs to the warmth in between. I brushed my hand across her, sliding further up and across her belly. It was firm and toned. Her hips began to rock against me, her body begging silently. I pulled back, staring down at her, her teeth biting her lip.
Even with all we had already done this evening, I hadn’t kissed her yet and I could see her gazing between my eyes and my lips, asking for it.
I pulled her close, one hand around her waist, the other behind her neck and brought her face close to mine. She tried to push forward into a kiss but I grabbed a handful of her hair and held her back, eliciting a soft cry of frustration.
She tried to lean forward into me again. I held tight. “Ask me properly.”
“Please kiss me, Adam.” She said, her voice barely a whisper. “Let me taste you.”
I pulled her into a passionate kiss. She moaned against me, her soft flesh contouring against mine. Our tongues entwined, her hands moving over my back as she pressed herself against me.
I pulled away and stared into her eyes. “Let’s see what you can do, doll.” I said.
“Yes, Adam.” She said, her eyes gleaming. Her gaze met mine and she leaned forward, pressing her lips against mine again. Her hands slid over my shirtless back, searching.
She pulled her robe off completely, tossing it aside. She reached for my belt and unclasped it, pulling my pants down to the floor. I sat back on the bed and watched as she straddled me. We kissed again and she pressed herself against me, grinding soft, warm circles against my flesh.
Amelia was right. It was nice, forgetting about work. I didn’t have to concentrate, I didn’t have to think. I could just feel.
Kayla moved down my body, kissing my neck and working her way down my chest. Her lips worked over my nipples and felt the pleasure shoot through me. She moved lower, kissing down my stomach, her lips brushing against my groin.
My cock was standing, twitching against my stomach. Kayla looked up, her eyes meeting mine. She looked down at my cock and gave it a longing glance. Then, in one smooth motion, she took me in whole.
Like before, it was ecstasy, her tongue sent waves of pleasure through my body. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation. My hands found her hair and I ran my fingers through her soft locks.
Kayla began to bob up and down, taking my cock further in with every motion. I moved my hips to meet hers, thrusting myself deeper into her throat with each motion. She would gag, her body shivering with lust, her hands grabbing my waist, pulling me up into her.
She pulled back, her hand still wrapped around my shaft. She kissed the tip and then began to stroke, her hand moving in time with her mouth. Her lips moved back down against me, taking me into her mouth again, her tongue swirling against me. She sucked hard, her throat constricting around me each time she pulled back.
I groaned at the pleasure and pulled her back up, her hips straddling me.
“Fuck me, Adam.” She pleaded.
“Show me how well you ride.” I said.
Kayla hesitated. “I’ve, uh, never actually slept with a man.” She said, looking away from me.
“What?” I was shocked.
“I’ve only ever been with women, ” she said. “The girl from the coffee shop… and, well, Amelia.” She looked down at her body astride me. “I mean we used toys, but it’s kind of different…”
I moved a hand to her face, bringing her eyes up to meet mine. I placed the other hand on her hip and pulled her against me. Her wet warmth was against my stomach and I could feel her pulse against me.
“You’ll do fine.” I said. She nodded.
I pulled her down, her body pressing against mine. I felt her wetness against my shaft. I felt her hips move, pressing against me. Her warmth rubbed against me and I moaned.
She moved again, her hips moving against me, rubbing her clitoris against my shaft. She moaned and began to move against me faster. I felt her lips slide down my shaft, she was slick with desire.
Kayla reached below her, grabbing my cock and lining it up just right. She lowered herself slowly and I could feel myself entering her. The look on her face was hard to read, switching between pain and pleasure.
She pushed herself down further and I felt her warmth envelop me. She gasped and I watched her mouth open and close with her short gasps. I brushed a strand of hair back from her face. Her face was beautiful, the look of lust and pleasure contorting her features.
I saw her relax and I pulled her down, guiding her hips. She began to move as she raised herself up and down, her hips grinding with mine. Her eyes closed and she moaned. I could feel her gripping my shoulders. I pushed myself up, my hands on her hips as I began to meet her.
She groaned as I slid into her, her tilted head back. It felt amazing as her warmth dominated me. She moved faster. I could feel her tightening around me, her pleasure growing.
Kayla leaned forward, her breasts pressed against my chest. She kissed me and I felt her tongue slip into my mouth. Still, she moved faster, grinding harder, her hips taking me deeper.
I felt her shudder and she gasped, her hips stopping as she shook. She came against me, her warmth washing over me. I kissed her. Her gasps were muffled by my lips. Her whole body was shuddering against me.
Panting, she collapsed against me. I grabbed her hips and continued where she left off, lifting her high enough to start thrusting. She gasped, her breath ragged as I fucked her.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” She repeated, her own obscene little mantra playing at her throat.
I slid into her faster and she groaned. I kissed her, my tongue licking across her lips. She moaned against me and as I continued to. Her head fell forward and she moaned, her forehead against my chest. I felt her whole body tensing around me, her gasps restricted.
We rolled and she laid on her back. I pulled her hips up to me and wrapped her legs around my back. I pushed myself back into her and she let out a breathy moan.
Her hands reached up and gathered the blankets to her, biting down on a handful of fabric as I thrust into her. I could hear her voice muffled by the blankets, forced out by the pleasure. She was beginning to lose control, her pleasured moans shifting to cries as the sensation overwhelmed her.
Kayla’s breath came out in periodic gasps now as I thrust into her, her hips rising to meet mine. Her pussy pulsed around me as I slid in and out of her. Her body trembled as she came again, her hips bucking against mine.
I was getting close to my limit and I wasn’t sure if Kayla could take anymore.
“I’m getting close.” I said.
“Cum for me, please!” Kayla cried out, her voice almost gone. “Cum inside me!”
It was enough to push me over the edge. I thrust hard into her and I felt the orgasm explode in my body. I moaned softly as I came inside her. She writhed, her body wracked by the pleasure of my orgasm.
I pulled myself out of her and Kayla collapsed, her body spent. I laid down beside her and wrapped my arms around her. She turned and lay her head on my chest, breathing hard.
I closed my eyes as she released her grasp on the blankets. I could hear her breathing slowly return to normal as she snuggled against me.
I felt her shift and then I felt her lips against mine. I opened my eyes and kissed her back, pulling her close against me.
We lay like that for a while, just enjoying each other’s warmth. I felt her breathing slow, her head settling on my chest. Her breathing became even and deep as she drifted off to sleep. I lay with her for just a bit longer and then got up, grabbing my things and closing the door behind me.
I crept upstairs and Amelia stirred as I climbed into bed with her. She rolled over and kissed me.
“How was she?” She asked, sleepily.
“She’s going to work out for us.” I said and Amelia smiled.
“I’m glad.” She said, closing her eyes, slowly drifting off to sleep.
I lay back and closed my eyes, Kayla’s wonderful scent still on my body.
The thoughts of the day filtered through my mind, and I got lost replaying them. My mind swirled with sensations until sleep overtook me.
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