Easing back onto the sofa, I stared at the space they had occupied. I couldn’t remember a time I’d had so much fun simply talking to someone. I secretly wished my mother and I could have conversations like that. Well, maybe not exactly like that. Unfortunately, my mother was too opinionated and I’d become too standoffish for that to ever happen.
Something else I’d enjoyed about the last two days was seeing how people who were immersed deeply within the lifestyle interacted. It was no different than in the vanilla world. Mostly. There was the fact that Mel asked permission or King gave it freely before she did just about anything. It seemed she needed his direction in order to be content. And he didn’t seem to mind giving it. But for the most part, they were normal, everyday people.
I wasn’t sure how my expectations had been skewed or why I thought it would be drastically different, but I had.
It was definitely easier to relax when your expectations were set. Knowing that Master and Sir would command me in the event they wanted something specific, my only responsibility, as in any relationship, was to be attentive to them.
“What’s on your mind, pet?” Master asked when he joined me in the living room.
I smiled up at him. “Just thinking how great today was.”
“It was nice, wasn’t it?”
“Absolutely. Your parents are wonderful. It was an honor to meet them.”
“Funny, my mother said the same about you.”
He took a seat beside me, balancing his drink on his knee.
“Can I ask you a question?”
Master nodded.
“Was it weird growing up in a house knowing that your parents were in a…nontraditional relationship?”
He stared at the tree. “Until I was a teenager, I didn’t recognize there was really a difference. They were my parents and I wasn’t familiar with things being done any other way.”
Well, that made sense. “But once King told you?”
He smiled. “Sure, it was weird. I don’t think there’s a kid out there who wants to know what their parents do in the bedroom. Hell, I still don’t want to know.” Master chuckled. “However, my father laid it out for us in technical terms and he managed to relay the information in a way that didn’t make us uncomfortable. Not too much anyway.”
“Did you know you wanted to be like your dad in that regard?”
Master shook his head. “It made sense to me as I got older. But it wasn’t something I questioned.”
“So, did you look to him for answers?”
“On some things, sure. I was able to get information from him on discipline and such.”
So, they really did use King as a mentor.
We sat like that for several minutes before Master got to his feet. He held out his hand and I instantly took it, allowing him to help me up. He led me out to the balcony that overlooked the water. Sir joined us a few minutes later.
Both men set their drinks on a small table near the cushioned chairs, then turned to face me.
I swallowed hard, seeing the intent in their eyes. Whatever they were thinking was likely going to result in me being naked and probably enjoying an orgasm or two.
“Slowly remove the top,” Sir instructed, referring to the bikini top I’d kept on when we returned from the beach, with a skirt over the bottoms. “As though you’re unwrapping a gift just for us.”
I would never tire of him saying things like that. The command in his tone alone was enough to have my heart rate increasing and my thighs trembling.
I leaned my back against the railing, then reached behind my head and untied the string. Rather than free my breasts instantly, I slowly ran my fingers over my shoulders, down my chest, keeping the ties firmly in my hands. When the fabric dipped just below my nipples, I lifted it slightly, watching them as I did. I could tell they were enjoying the show, so I revealed one breast, allowing my fingers to play over my nipple, making it pebble. I then did the same with the other before reaching behind my back and releasing the bottom clasp.
Neither man moved and I waited with bated breath for what they instructed me to do next.
Eight
I COULD FEEL MY ANTICIPATION growing as my two masters stared back at me, heat making their hazel eyes sparkle.
“Now the bottoms, but not the skirt,” Master instructed, his voice slightly rougher than before. “I want you to turn around and show us your pretty pink pussy as you lower them down your legs.”
I’d never performed a strip tease for anyone, but I was definitely enjoying this. It was a rush to know that they desired me, that they found my body appealing.
Turning away, I spread my legs apart, then lifted my skirt in a flirtatious move as I glanced back at them over my shoulder. Feeling goose bumps rise on my skin from the heat I saw in their eyes, I slowly closed my legs, pushing the bikini bottoms down as I remained bent over so they could still see my most private parts, then shimmied out of them. After discarding the bottoms, I spread my legs farther apart and shook my ass playfully.
