Sliding my hands along the rail behind me, I reached out and accepted Ashley’s saturated fingers into my mouth, sucking and licking hungrily at Kim’s juices for several moments before Ashley pulled them away again. She climbed out of the water to whisper something in Kim’s ear, then returned to face me in the tub.
“Come here.” Without hesitation, I was next to her. “Get up there and put your cock in her and hold still.” My heart felt as if it would escape through my mouth as I climbed up behind Kim and slid carefully into her. She was tight, but I still cut through her almost effortlessly, as slick as she was. I buried myself and waited for instructions, my hands at my side.
Ashley in my ear, “Can you feel that, Dean? Answer me.”
Without looking at her, “Yes.”
“Doesn’t that feel good?”
I closed my eyes. “Yes.”
“Do you want to fuck her now?”
“Oh, yes.” I was beginning to shake in the overwhelming intensity of it all.
“Say it.”
“I want to fuck her now.” I desperately did.
“Good.” I twitched inside Kim, and she squeezed me in response. “Now get off her.” I couldn’t move; she felt so good. “Now.”
I backed out of her, my prick springing free and my chest aching in disappointment, and I stepped back down into the water. I looked down at Ashley as she moved to put a soft hand on Kim’s back.
“Okay,” she said, “You can relax now.” Kim fell to the wooden floor so quickly I thought she might hurt herself.
Ashley then pulled me into her and kissed me. My erection was pinned between us as she moved her face around my mouth, feeding Kim’s sex to me. She was covered in it, and I couldn’t get enough. Eventually, she pulled me from her by my hair and said, “Now sit down.” I complied immediately, to which she cheerfully said, “Good boy!”
Kim had rolled onto her side, and Ashley took her iced tea to her. “Here you go , Sweetie.”
Kim started to sit up. “That was fucking awesome,” as she took the glass from her lover.
Ashley turned to me, “Would you like another beer? I brought you one.” Without waiting for me to answer, she picked up the beer she’d left on the other side of the jacuzzi and handed it to me.
I was speechless.
“Close your mouth, Dean.” Kim was looking at me. “That’s the second time today.”
I tried to apologize. “I’m sorry. Just… Wow.”
Kim again, “You’re an idiot, Dean.”
I took a big swig from my beer and said, “I know.”
XIX. Ashley snuggled up next to me and said, “I wonder what time it is,” as Kim reset the jacuzzi timer and slipped back into the water.
Taking a leap of faith, I answered, “Does anybody really know what time it is? Does anybody really care?”
Ashley punched me softly on my arm. Another surprise from Ashley; they just kept coming. I put my arm around her.
Kim just said, “Someone does.” I wasn’t too disappointed.
Ashley squeezed my shaft to find me stiff as a board. She said, “Well, Dean, I bet you wish you’d fucked her when you had the chance.” She was looking at me now in serious contemplation.
I took another drink. “That I do. That I do.” I knew Kim and I would have sex pretty soon. Still, having me slip into her then pull me right back out again was cruel, perhaps also for Kim. I decided I’d have to keep an eye on Ashley.
Kim said, “We need some music.” Ashley was still concentrating on me, and I was trying to figure out what the hell she was looking at.
Finally, she exclaimed, “That’s it, I can’t take it anymore.” She stood up, took my beer from me, set it down, grabbed my hand and said, “Come with me. Kim, you come too.”
Kim and I exchanged puzzled looks as Ashley dragged me into the kitchen, where she pulled a folding footstool from the cupboard and said to me, “Sit down.” Then, to Kim, “Get his cuffs.” Kim went silently to the den as I sat down on the top step of the footstool.
She just looked at me, apparently waiting for Kim’s return, and the erection that had just started to go away came knocking again. The muscle was starting to ache, and I realized that I hadn’t had such an active twenty-four hours in a long time.
Kim called from the den, “Which ones?” I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of my inventory.
Ashley got a little frustrated before calling, “Just bring the bag.” Seconds later, Kim arrived and set the bag down on the floor. Ashley asked me, “Do you have two pair of handcuffs?”
I looked at her incredulously and asked, “Are you kidding?”
She pretended to be unamused, though I saw the sides of her mouth try to turn up in a smile. “Okay, funny boy, get them out.”
I started digging, shunning myself not for the first time for not having devised a system of organization for my bag, yet. It didn’t take long for me to produce two pair, and I handed them to Ashley.
She fastened each arm to its respective side of the stool, then frowned. “Kim, get his ankle cuffs.” I suddenly felt that I needed to sit down with her and tell her what the proper names for these devices were if she were going to continue using them. Kim recovered the leg irons, and Ashley secured my legs to the stool. I just sat there smiling.
Once finished securing me, Ashley stood up, sighed, and said, “Okay… Kim, go get your mother’s clippers.”
I tried to jump up, failing miserably. “No fucking way.” She was going to cut my hair off, and I was not too pleased about it.
Kim asked, “For real?”
“For real,” Ashley confirmed. “Go get them.”
Kim made her way quickly into a hallway as Ashley began trying to convince me that it was a good idea. “Dean, your hair is too long…”
I interrupted. “For what?”
Again, “You hair is too long; Kim and I both agree.” She continued, “Now, if I’m going to keep looking at you, it has to go.”
“Oh, you have got to be shitting me.” I was getting really concerned, but at least my erection was rapidly deflating. “Please don’t do this, Ashley.”
She held my head against her naked chest as she tried to comfort me. “Dean, it’s going to be alright, you’ll see.” She released my head to look at my face. “Have I lied to you?”
I looked her dead in the eye and said, “Yes. Fuck yes, you have, Ashley.” I couldn’t say it enough. “Yes you have. Yes you have.”
She paused for a few moments in realization. “Okay, my bad.” She was really trying. “But I’m not lying about this.” Kim returned with a small bag, but she kept her distance from us, obviously extremely uncomfortable.
I just glared for a while at Ashley in silence, knowing there was no way out of it. “You know, Ashley, I should really stop letting you chain me up.”
“Dean,” she started, “You’re going to look so much better, I promise.”
I was tired of arguing. “Fuck. Just fucking do it.” I’d never been fond of arguments, preferring diplomacy whenever possible, but she had crossed the line. And now, I was done. “In fact, take it all. Just shave it all off.” Both girls stood there, continuing to look at me, perhaps contemplating the likelihood of their safety. “Well? Fucking do it.” Still, they just looked at each other, and I reached the end.
I looked back and forth between them before coming to a decision. I took a deep breath, and said to the floor, “Uncuff me.” No-one moved, and I looked up at Kim. “Seriously, uncuff me.”