((A BDSM story in four parts))
The man stopped, looking down at the woman in his arms. "That was very nice. Thank you." He escorted her to the edge of the dance floor and walked away, looking.
A shadow crossed over the girl. She glanced up into deep green eyes and held out her hand.
They danced the rest of the evening together. At first as strangers, then as friends, then as two who wanted each other. As the last song ended he looked down at her.
"Does it end here?"
"No."
She slipped her hand into his, letting him lead her out of the building.
"Where would you like to go?" he asked.
She told him.
He nodded, leading her to his car.
As they drove off she laid her hand on his thigh, enjoying the feel of his taut muscles.
He took her hand, moving it so that she knew of his need for her and she stroked him, smiling.
"Soon," she whispered.
When they arrived he came around to open her door, and escorted her up the stairs to the front door.
Inside, he tilted her chin to kiss her.
"No, not yet, my friend isn't here yet."
"Your friend?"
"You'll see, soon." She took his hand, leading him to the stairway. "You'll like her."
As they started up he head a door open and turned.
"Hello lover," the friend said.
"What? Why are you here?"
"To have some fun." She walked to the girl and kissed her, and then turned, kissing the man. Taking both their hands she guided them the rest of the way to the bedroom.
His heart beat faster, his desire doubled, as he realized what was in store for him.
The girl put her hands on his shoulders. "Now I kiss you." She did, her tongue first tracing over his lips, tasting them, and then slipping between them, probing.
He put his hands on her hips, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss.
The friend moved behind him, slipping her hand between his body and the girl's, stroking the hardness of him.
He groaned, anticipating.
The girl broke the kiss, stepping back with a smile. "You are too covered, we should do something about that." She looked over at the friend. "Shouldn't we?"
The friend said nothing but leaned against the man's back, her hands sliding up to his chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.
The girl watched, and when the shirt slipped off him she traced one finger nail over his nipple, eliciting a hiss from him. She bit her lip as she raked her long nails down his chest, watching his eyes open in surprise.
"You liked that, I know you did."
The friend whispered to him. "She loves to leave her mark, but you'll find you like it, eventually."
"Still too over dressed," the girl said as she slid the zipper on his slacks down, freeing his rigid shaft, then pushing them down over his hips, watching as they slid down his strongly muscled legs. "Come," she said, moving to the foot of the bed, beckoning him to follow.
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