Part 3-2

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"Oh hah-hah. The short girl calling my apartment small. Kettle black much?"

"Who better to know it than me?"

"Fair enough," I laughed. "These fit nicely under my bed."

"Safely hidden out of sight by your dust ruffle," she gave me a coy look. "I just assumed that space would be consumed with all your vibrators."

"A mountain of vibrators under my bed? What does this tell me about what you've got hidden under your bed, I wonder?" I returned her smile with a mischievous one of my own, "Actually, you're not that far from the truth, but it's that dresser next to my bed. The bottom drawer has more than enough room for ALL my toys. Speaking of which, have I ever told you the story of how I got my rainbow dildo?"

Our flirtations drew laughs from everybody around us. I was struggling to keep up with everybody's names - I'm pretty sure the pair closest to us chuckling and eyeing Nicole up were Madison and Kate. Both single, one Dom and one switch tending towards submission, they were negotiating a scene with Sam and Nicole for the play party. Malcolm also laughed, becoming distracted from his shot and throwing up an airball. He knew the story I was talking about and loved hearing me tell it.

Most of the conversations had a sexual slant to them. As the party got closer, everybody got more flirtatious, and there were active negotiations aplenty. All the scenes and couplings that would take place at the party would be pre-arranged. I'd assumed before there would be more spontaneity. Not quite an orgy exactly - I'd pictured something like college parties with music, booze and dancing where couples would sneak away to get laid.

Apparently, I was wrong on all counts. Alcohol and power exchange play especially don't mix. Malcolm had described Jeff and Natalie's parties as something like sexual performances. Some, like Sam and Nicole, liked showing off for an audience. They would come onto a stage while the rest of us mingled and watched. There were other, more private areas, of course. Not everybody was an exhibitionist. But it seemed that enough were that there needed to be a schedule with timeslots for each scene.

It was hard to imagine myself in that position. Between locker rooms and casual hookups, dozens of people had seen me naked before. But it was apples and oranges. Having sex with Malcolm was so emotional and intimate for me, I would feel much more exposed than simply being seen with no clothes on. Maybe I'd like showing off the bond I shared with him? Maybe having everybody there would steal the intimacy away and ruin the experience?

Either way, Malcolm and I were only going to watch and socialize. We'd designated ourselves that way early on, along with a few other monogamous couples, so the hunters and flirts knew to leave us be.

Well, everybody except Nicole, of course. She and I had talked, and she respected that I wanted to be monogamous with Malcolm. Still, flirting was in both of our blood, and I was glad that it was comfortable for both of us without any expectation of it going further.

Before I could start my story, Vivian ran to get the ball Malcolm had sent flying. Watching her, Nicole said softly, "Did you know she was hiding that rack under those camisoles she usually wears?"

I shook my head. Vivian, dressed a black tank top with matching black yoga pants, was attracting more than a few looks and murmurs, even though she was among us non-play-participants. The outfit went well with her dark hair and light Asian features, but it contrasted sharply with the outfits we'd seen her in at the last three events. Most notably, it hugged her top and showed off what I guessed were either large C or small D cup breasts.

"She must design her wardrobe to hide them," I guessed, seeing how she reddened slightly and looked away when she saw somebody looking.

Nicole noticed the same thing. "Should we rescue her?"

"Yeah, let's." I shot the ball, which arched beautifully up and into the hoop with a satisfying swish, and followed Nicole.

"Hey guys!" Vivian greeted us. "Sorry I was late. You're really good, Devyn!"

"Nah, I'm really rusty. I keep missing easy shots."

"Humble brags from somebody who only makes half of her three pointers," said Nicole.

"Missing threes with nobody playing defense is bad!" I complained.

"Tell that to everybody else," Vivian nodded back towards the court, where Madison had just missed and somebody - Jason? - had to go chasing her ball. "Nope, Jason is over there talking to Autumn," Vivian laughed and pointed when I asked. "That's Bruce chasing the ball."

"Damn! I suck so much at names."

"You remember mine! That's something. Learning so many at once is hard. I actually made note cards to remember everybody's."

"Interesting choice of words for Jason and Autumn - 'talking'," Nicole commented, making quotation makes with her fingers and looking at the pair Vivian had indicated first. "Talking is pretty charitable for what they're doing. Any closer and they'd be making out." We watched as Autumn reacted to something Jason said, grabbing his arm and laughing. Having spent a little time talking to Jason, I doubted whatever he said was actually very funny.


"You still betting they'll couple up for the party?" Vivian asked Nicole.

"Hell yeah! Look at them, she's all over him and he isn't known for being choosey. You're the only one betting against them."

"I think she's trying to make Michael jealous." Michael, on the far end of the court away from us with another clique, did keep glancing over in their direction.

"You might have a point there," I said. "Think about it, Nicole. Jason is fucking miserable to be around."

"You didn't even remember him a second ago," she teased me.

"It's just the names I forget! Everything else is easy. He's a Dom in his mid-thirties and a disciplinarian. Got a slight southern drawl and absolutely nothing interesting to say." As I was speaking, Michael broke off from his group and walked up to join them.

"See!" Vivian exclaimed.

"God, this is worse than high school," Nicole complained.

"You're here gossiping with us," I pointed out.

"It does make a great spectator sport," Vivian agreed with me.

We continued like that, speculating about who would hook up with whom and in what roles, for a little while. Even though Vivian and I were new and didn't know all the past drama stories yet, it was fun to try unraveling the layers upon layers of love polygons playing out around us. Nicole and Vivian got into it, debating fiercely over whether Russell and Marisa, a married couple twice our age, would invite Lilian to join them.

I nodded along with their conversation, looking out over the court. Malcolm stood under the hoop waiting for somebody to shoot and miss so he could rebound their ball. I had thought about trying to organize an actual full court basketball game, but this was better. People seemed to be enjoying the casual atmosphere of shooting around, and it gave them the opportunity to step in and out of conversations easily.

Malcolm caught a ball and dribbled it out. This was one of the many things he was naturally good at, far better than he should have been given how little he'd practiced. He was almost graceful, dribbling between his legs without slowing down at all while his focused gaze rested on the hoop. I liked watching his hands, strong and firm yet gentle and precise, as he griped and released the ball. In a fast smooth motion he pulled up and jumped, legs and arms fully extending in perfect form to send the ball straight through the hoop.

'In a few hours, those hands are going to be tying rope all over me.' I felt my smile extend and a sexual thrill thinking about it. We hadn't done any rope bondage play before, but I liked the way rope marks looked on models and it was part of the theme I wanted. I was going to completely lay my emotions open to him. Doing it while my body was tied as helpless as possible before him seemed fitting symbolism.

"—She's doing it again."

"What? Oh, yeah! Let's give her a moment." I realized both Vivian and Nicole were grinning at me.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Nothing!" Nicole lied, trying and failing to look innocent.

"What was I doing?"

"You do this thing when you're thinking about Malcolm sometimes," Vivian explained. "You kind of glow."

Color rose in my face. Too late, I realized that blushing probably proved their point.

"Don't get embarrassed," Nicole laughed, "It's actually really cute."

"You're just jealous!" I shot back at her.

I'd meant to insinuate that she was jealous of Malcolm for my attention. She expertly spun it around on me, eyeing Malcolm appraisingly. "I suppose he is looking somewhat dashing today. This is the first time I've ever seen him without one of his dress shirts. I half suspected he didn't have forearms." I spluttered at that.

"-What does that even mean?!-"

"Still, though, that flat chest and all that hair on his legs?" Fuck that, you can keep him. I'd rather have my Mistress any day!" With a wink and a grin, Nicole started off towards where Sam sat on a bench.

At that moment, a ball bounced off the court towards us. Vivian caught it, the mischievous gleam in her eye that meant she was thinking about a prank.

"Would you like to see how much attention Mistress Sam has been giving her Firefly lately?"

Before I could react or ask what she was going to do, Vivian tossed the ball. Fast and deadly accurate, it soared through the air and hit Nicole right in the butt. She squealed - actually squealed! Like a princess who'd found a mouse in her food- and jumped a good three feet in the air.

Maybe it wouldn't have been a big deal amongst other company. Normal people might have thought it was just surprise and the impact of the ball that caused her over the top reaction. Not us. We all knew first hand what a spanked ass felt like afterwards, and we knew how Nicole the Firefly got her nickname.

The court erupted. Sam, who had been looking right at Nicole when it happened, keeled over sideways laughing. Vivian tried her best to look innocent, with about as much success as Nicole herself had moments before.

Let it not be said that Nicole was ever shy in the spotlight. When she realized what had happened, Nicole smiled too. She gave everybody a theatrical bow and shook her fist at us.

"I'll get you my pretties! And your little dog too!" She cackled, owning the uncharacteristically high voice she'd just squealed with by impersonating The Wicked Witch of the West. Turning to Sam, who was still holding her sides, she waxed dramatic. "Et tu, Brute?"

"—Like a cartoon character who sat on a pin!—" Sam choked out between gasps. "Wish I had a video."

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The Hamilton Inn isn't a large place. It actually isn't a wings or a barbeque place at all, it's just one menu item they happened to do quite well. For as popular as it is, it's actually quite small. Nicole's reservations for their group consumed basically a third of the seating area and meant everybody needed to split themselves up between several tables. Vivian followed her sister Susan, her sister's boyfriend Dean and some of their friends to a table near the windows.

Vivian had been thinking a lot about what Malcolm said online. "The activities are just an excuse to get everybody together." The more she thought about it, the more it rang true to her. Everybody genuinely liked each other! Sure, they gossiped about each other and paired off and there was drama, but that was the case with every group this size. The activities were just a sort of social lubricant. Take them away and they'd still be a bunch of people who all liked each other.

And She was one of them. It was amazing to her. After just three munches - four now - she really felt like she was a part of the group. These people whose talk was so sexually charged, who saw her for the filthy deviant that she was, had embraced her. Susan had said it would feel different than what she was used to. They didn't look at sex the way the sisters had been raised to.

Despite being warned, Vivian was still astonished by it all. It had started right off the bat at the first munch in the way everybody introduced themselves to her. She smiled to herself, remembering. Name, role, relationship status. The first was Jeff Valmont, dominant and rigger with his wife Natalie, submissive and masochist rope bunny. All the rest, all in a row, smiling and shaking her hand.

She was Vivian, submissive slut, taken. That had been embarrassing to say out loud. She probably couldn't have done it if so many of them hadn't said similar things first, without any hint of shame or judgement.

But there was something else she wasn't used to. All these couples clearly bonded over sex. This entire group was founded on sex. She'd expected them to be little more than a bunch of perverts and that wasn't the case at all. Something about them seemed to be deeper.

For one thing, they were all hugely supportive of one another. Malcolm, for instance, was buried up to his eyes in legal readings for his internship. Nevertheless, he made the time to come all the way from Brooklyn to play basketball with his girlfriend. Or, Vivian smiled wider looking across the table, Sam. From the look of Sam's perfect nails and soft hands, she'd never picked up a ball in her life. She'd still come to watch Nicole.

They didn't treat it like some chore they needed to go through the motions of doing for the sake of the sex. They did it because it made them happy. She wished Master Paul was there with her. More than that, she wished they were that kind of couple. They would get dinner together sometimes and maybe watch some movies together, but that was about it. Once again, she resolved to change them. They could be like this!

"Thinking deep thoughts?" Susan asked.

"Not really. Or, yeah. I don't know, It's hard to explain," Vivian said. She tried to articulate it to her sister. Susan listened, nodding along, seeming to understand what Vivian struggled to put into words.

"Yeah, it isn't what we're used to. It turns out that these are rare and mystical creatures called 'Normal People' who all have 'Healthy Relationships'." She articulated the emphasis with her voice and Vivian laughed at what she thought was her sister's sarcasm.

"You mean normal couples tie up and spank each other?"

"Well," Susan amended. "As normal as you and I are likely to fit in with."

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Malcolm's hand was hot and sweaty in mine as we walked home. We had to keep switching sides every few blocks when we got too slick to hold each other's hands. The obvious solution, to just walk without physical contact, somehow didn't occur to either of us.

"How come you're so sweaty now but you never sweat a drop into any of your fancy suits?" I said after a swap.

"I'm a wizard, didn't you know? It's magic."

"Maybe planning sports before a restaurant wasn't the best foresight on my part."

"It turned out great. Also, those wings really were good. How come you've never taken me there before?"

"You're not here often enough to go to all the good places!" I squeezed his hand and leaned into him. "You could always stay at my place more often if you want to experience all the best of Jersey City's fine dining."

"Go to Jersey from New York to find some fine dining?" Malcolm joked, cocked an eyebrow.

"Don't go getting all elitist on me now!"

"You're a New York elitist yourself! You spend so much time at my house, I think you're trying to be a Brooklynite by association with me."

"The location has nothing to do with it," I leaned further into him, wrapping my arm around his waist. "It has everything to do with the hot body that lives there."

I still hadn't gotten any more used to the constant horniness that having my orgasms controlled by Malcolm gave me. It would have helped if it actually was simply constant horniness. I was always super horny, but then there would be a surge of arousal that would set my juices flowing and usually left a damp spot in my panties. Worse, being close to Malcolm on weekends was having a Pavlovian effect on me. My body was learning to associate him with orgasms. Knowing that this was entirely by his design didn't do anything to help fight the conditioning and, as I pressed my body into his, my nipples stiffened and my pussy started to moisten.

The bags we were both carrying got in the way of any proper PDA. Mine was filled with basketballs and was big and bulky. Malcolm's had Twisted Monk printed on it. It had attracted a number of knowing looks from the munch when Malcolm and I said our goodbyes.

"Do go on," he teased, wrapping his arm around me too and lingering over my butt. "You know I love it when you objectify me."

One of those waves of arousal I mentioned rose and crested inside of me. 'But unlike every other time, I can actually do something about it now!' I dove in quickly and planted a wet, sloppy kiss on him.

After that I took great pleasure in describing exactly what I liked about his manly assets, in excruciating graphic detail, the rest of the way home. Malcolm isn't the only one who knows how to tease! I let my mouth run wild, getting dirtier and dirtier with each passing block. It was gratifying to see and feel him react. His smile got wider and more domineering, his grip around me grew tighter and his hand found its way to my ass more and more often.

By the time we arrived, we were both in dire need of a shower.

The point of showers is to get clean. To let the purifying water wash away all your dirt, sweat and grim and leave you fresh and pure. It never seemed to work like that for us. Even while we were in public, we could barely keep our hands off each other. We'd no sooner walked through the door before we were tearing the clothes from our bodies, Malcolm liberally fondling my breasts as he removed my bra and me having my own fun with his shorts and underwear.

I wanted to fuck him right then and there. I couldn't help it! I hadn't been allowed to cum in a week and his cock was hard and hot in my hands! But I had my plan to think of, and that meant I needed to hold off until he got me tied up. Then I'd give my speech and we'd exchange our first I-love-you-s and we'd have our hot sex.

'He fucking better say it back!'

Words failed us both as we plunged into the water, our heavy petting turning into outright foreplay. Soapy slippery foreplay, Malcolm pushing me against a wall and kissing me hard, sliding his hands up and down my body. The water pouring over us and the way his fingers slid over my nipples, across my abs, over my vagina and around my ass felt both amazing and tantalizing. I pushed back against him, driving my tongue into his mouth and pulling his body into mine, trapping his cock between us.

I rubbed against it, delighting in how much of its heat I could feel! So hard against my skin, firmly pressing back against me, as though it was sliding around looking for a way inside of me. 'Soon enough, my lovely! I'll get you into me soon enough!'

Yeah, I mentally talk to Malcolm's penis. I don't care if it makes me insane, I fucking love that cock and I like to tell it so!

But as my pace increased with a fever pitch matching my passion, Malcolm slowed. He took his familiar spot just behind my head, gripping my hair and easily gaining control over me. With an easy motion, I was pulled off

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