Vacation: Part 9

Welcome back to Vacation! We’re excited to share with you our next installment following Ivy and Mark on their cruise. If you missed it, start back here, and here’s a short summary to remind you of what’s happened so far:

Mark and Ivy decide to book a cruise and get away for a while. When they arrive in the room, he surprises her with a new leather collar. After some fun in the room, they head to a show at the ship’s theatre and meet Stephanos, a bartender who is happy to help Mark tease Ivy. They use a remote control vibrator in her panties to make her cum during the show. Afterwards, Mark takes her out on the deck underneath the stars and makes her take her top down before fucking her. As they wrap up, they hear someone calling, “Hello there!”


It was Stephanos.

Ivy breathed a sigh of relief, her bare chest heaving. “Stephanos, you scared me!” she hissed.

He smirked at her and shrugged. “Sorry.”

Mark pulled out of her and pulled his pants back up, “Good evening, Stephanos,” he said with a grin. “Enjoying the show?”

“Of course. There have been a lot of nice things on display tonight, but this has been the most,” he hesitated, “titillating.”

Mark smirked, putting one arm around Ivy’s waist. “We were about to head back to our room. Would you like to join us?”

He glanced at his watch. “I don’t see why not. You two are a lot of fun, and I can only imagine how much more fun we could have in private.”

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Vacation: Part 8

It’s the last Saturday in March, and you know what that means! The A to Z Blog Challenge is just around the corner! We’ll be taking a month-long hiatus from Vacation so we can focus on our A to Z Blog stories. You won’t want to miss it!


“Pull your top down,” he said. “And it’s not going back on until I cum as well.” He gave her that smirk, knowing it wasn’t an entirely reasonable request, but one she’d go along with anyway.

A thrill of nerves shot through her, knowing that anyone could come along at any time. She hesitated only a moment before she pulled her top down as he’d instructed. The neckline on the shirt was deep enough that she was able to pull it beneath her breasts, where it stayed with minimal fuss. She was glad she hadn’t worn a bra. “Yes, Sir,” she murmured, but the words were carried away by the wind.

He pressed up behind her, grinding against her ass. His hard cock hot against her even through the fabric. He reached around, one hand going to roughly squeeze her breasts, the other closing lightly on her throat. “Hopefully it won’t take that long,” he whispered in her ear. “You have been teasing me all night.”

She moaned and thought about saying something about how HE was the one teasing HER, but she didn’t want to mouth off to him at all. She liked being a good girl. She reached behind her, fumbling a little as she freed his cock from the fabric. She pulled her skirt up in the back, pressing back against him, feeling his hot cock against her. Her thong was snug between her ass cheeks, though, and the vibrations from the small toy were driving her wild. She was going to orgasm any moment.

He laughed low in her ear, “Eager little whore. So addicted to my cock that you can’t wait to fuck me? I’m sure anyone else who comes up to look at the stars will appreciate the view. Or are you just such a nasty slut that you’d rather get fucked right here than somewhere with a bit of privacy?” His cock was drooling warm precum against her asscheeks.

“Master,” she moaned, trying to keep her voice low but not being particularly successful, “I need you. I need to feel you inside me. Pleeeease.” She thrust her hips back against him again, but with the thong in the way, he wasn’t slipping inside her.

He reached around, pressing on the vibe again, “But then this’ll have to come out. I thought you were enjoying it.” He slid his cock down between her thighs, the tip less than an inch from her pussy. “And I’m pretty sure it makes you cum much faster than I do. Do you really want my cock instead?”

“Why can’t I have both, Master?” she whined, desperate.

“Greedy little slut,” he said, slipping his fingers into her panties. He took hold of the vibe and slid the thong down, holding it there against her clit, while his shaft rubbed the now bare slit of her pussy.

“When it comes to you, I’m very greedy, Master,” she groaned, and she thrust her hips back against him once more. The angle was right, her pussy was dripping, and there was nothing between them as he slipped inside her. He wrapped one arm around her chest, pinching her nipple, and pressed hard on the buzzing vibrator. She felt herself crest into the orgasm, her back arching, her body straining. She wanted to scream but didn’t want to draw attention to herself, so instead, she bit her lip hard enough to draw a little blood before she stopped. She wanted Mark to put his hand over her mouth so she could scream into his palm, but then he would have to let go of her nipple or the vibrator, and she didn’t want either of those things. So she held on, her pussy clenching around his cock as she orgasmed.

He started thrusting into her, twisting her nipple hard and holding her tight. He felt powerful as she writhed in his arms, half naked on the deck of the ship. He was so deep inside her he could feel her cervix, and with how she had teased him all night and how her cunt pulsed around him now, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. “Take the vibrator, slut,” he growled in her ear.

She took it from him and held the small toy as it buzzed in her hand. He moved his hands to her hips so he could really fuck her, thrusting deeper and deeper inside her. She leaned forward, her hands against the railing on the side of the ship, gripping the toy for dear life, trying not to let it fall.

Mark’s orgasm wasn’t far behind, his hips grinding hard against hers as his cock throbbed. He bit down hard on her shoulder, growling and moaning, using her to mute his own sounds. She gasped, still doing her best to hold the sounds of her pleasure as his thrusts slowed and panted against her.

And then they heard something. A voice. “Hello there!” Mark froze inside of her, both of their hearts pounding in their chests.


Come back Saturday, May 1st to find out who is calling out to Mark and Ivy!

Part 9 is now available here!

Double Trouble

Two shorts for you this week. One loosely based on a true story, and one a little more out there.


“More please,” he said, wriggling his foot under the afghan.

She rolled her eyes, “You’re lucky I love you,” she said. She opened the hope chest, pulling out a heavy quilt and draping it over him. He smiled but gave another little wriggle.

“And you have to promise to tell me if you get too hot,” she said, looking down at him with her hands on her hips.

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Vacation: Part 7

We’re home from our mini-vacation, and wishing we could be somewhere as extravagant and fun as Mark and Ivy. Let’s see what they get up to this week!


Chapter 7:

Sometimes Ivy worried that post-orgasm, her arousal would wane so much that it wouldn’t be sexy anymore. She glanced around at the people in the dark theater, but no one seemed to notice. She took stock of how she was feeling. Her pussy was still clenching, the plastic of the vibrator pressing into her folds. But she was still horny. She wanted more. It was all she could do not to climb on top of Mark’s lap in the theater, but she knew better than to do that.

The rest of the show, she waited, wondering when Stephanos would turn the vibrator back on, but the last notes rang out, the curtain fell, the lights turned on, and they stood up, still clapping. She turned to look at Stephanos and found that a different bartender was behind the bar. She didn’t have long to wonder where he went when she felt a hand on the small of her back. It wasn’t Mark’s hand.

It was Stephanos. His hand pressed into her back as he leaned around her, reaching out to shake Mark’s hand. The smirks on both of their faces made Ivy raise an eyebrow.

“That was fun,” Stephanos said.

“It was,” Mark agreed. “Thanks for lending a hand.”

“Any time.”

A look passed between them that Ivy could see but didn’t understand.

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Posture Practice: Part 2

Doms scream, subs scream, we all scream for ice cream.


“Ready for your dessert?” she asked, taking his dishes with hers and walking them to the sink. She paused for a moment, then placed them in using her arms as much as possible and her waist as little as she could.

He stepped into the kitchen, leaning in to whisper against her ear. “I think it’s more of a second course,” she shivered. Which only made her whimper. “We’ll have dessert at home. I think you’ll have earned a treat by then.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir,” she said, gratefully accepting his hand on her back as he guided her towards the door. There was a sweatshirt and a pair of loose sweatpants already folded there, which he helped her get into. It didn’t hurt too much.


“You know, your sneakers might be better since they give you support, but getting them on would be hell.”

“I’ll be fine in my sandals, Sir.”

The one block walk to the ice cream shoppe was the biggest challenge yet. Every step sent twinges of pain through one part of her or another. Even with his arm to hold on to, it was hard to keep steady footing across the uneven ground.

“I’ll get it; you just find a good spot for us to eat,” he said. “Teaberry and rainbows?” he asked.

She started to nod her head, gasping before she had tilted it much. “Yes please…”

He walked over to the line while she slid over to a countertop on the side of the building. It looked just the right height… it was! She had to stand up on her toes a bit, but it was worth it to lean in and relieve the pressure. Thank God. She glanced at the stool next to her. It’d hurt to get on, but it might be more comfortable in the long run… And that was when a kid ran by, knocked into the stool, and it hit her hip. She sucked in a long breath, managing not to scream at him and get them kicked out when a dish of ice cream appeared in front of her face a moment later.

“No cone?” she asked, surprised. “I thought you liked watching me eat my ice cream that way.”

“I do,” he said, taking a long, slow lick of his cone. “But I thought this would be easier, and even I only have so much sadism for one night.”

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Vacation: Part 6

Hey everybody, guess what? We’re on vacation! And we’re having almost as much fun as Mark and Ivy!


Mark reached over, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. “Ready for the show he asked?” with a smirk. As he did, the dancers stepped out from the wings, prompting a round of applause from the audience.”

“Yes, Sir,” Ivy whispered in his ear. Her heart was pounding with excitement that had nothing to do with the dancers or the applause.

A moment later, Mark felt her squeeze his hand as Stephanos cranked the vibrator up all the way. He was clumsy with it at first, ramping it all the way up and down while he got a feel for the app and controls.

She stifled a moan, but barely. It was so sexy. Her whole body trembled.

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Posture Practice: Part 1

Hey everybody! Richard here with your weekly solo story. This one’s a two parter, so make sure you stop back next week!


“Excited to see what you got those for?” he asked.

“I don’t need a reason to follow orders, but I am curious, Sir,” she said, reaching down to tweak her nipple ring and shivering a little, then repeating it with her hood piercing. “You kept me in suspense until they healed. It was very hard to be patient for six months, but I tried to be good for you.”

“Mmmhmmm,” he said, opening their toy chest and pulling out lube, an anal hook, hairbrush, and some thin chain.

She craned her neck to watch what he was doing, “Oooh, looks like a fun night.”

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Vacation: Part 5

Here we are with the next installment in Mark and Ivy’s high seas adventures. Everyone excited to meet a new character? Find all the rest here!


Once Ivy was all set with the vibrator attached to her panties pressing right up against her clit, they were ready to go out onto the ship. They had discussed some options and decided to get a drink at the piano bar. Ivy was wearing four-inch heels, and as the ship swayed, so did she. She held onto Mark’s proffered arm as they exited their room. “I can’t even see the end of this hallway,” Ivy said, squinting the length of the ship.

Mark laughed, holding onto her a little tighter. “Maybe we need to get you glasses, slut. Work on some sexy librarian kink.” He reached down, slipping a hand under her skirt and tracing along her thong to feel the wet spot in the front. “Come on, let’s go have a drink.”

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Choked Up

Did you ever have one of those days? One where your boss was an asshole, your were stuck at work an hour late, and nothing goes right. What do you do? Eat a whole pint of Ben and Jerry’s? Take a nice bath? Push your Dom until he snaps and slams you into the wall?


I walk into the apartment, dropping my bag before the door was even fully open. Whatever was in it, books, I think, skid out across the floor as I stumbled inside with a groan. I blink a few times, spotting you coming around the corner, dishrag over your shoulder. A ragged smile comes across my face.

“Honey, I’m home,” I mumble, taking another slumping step forward.

My eyes are already half-closed when I bump into you. I don’t even bother to say anything, just lean in. I feel your arms wrap around my back. Mmmmm, warm. Safe. Your lips are on the top of my head, brushing through my hair to kiss my skin.

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Vacation: Part 4

Welcome to our next serial. A vacation cruise in eight (give or take) parts. Check back Saturdays to see what kind of trouble Mark and Ivy can get into in international waters. Find all the parts here!


Chapter 4:

Ivy heard metal sliding on metal, and she was pretty sure she knew what the sound was. She couldn’t be sure which knife it was, but it was definitely one of the knives Mark kept to torture her with.

Mark undid the clasp at the bottom of the balisong and flipped it open, the metal jingling lightly. He sat down on the bed next to her, twirling it slowly, not touching her with it, just letting her hear the sound. “It’s a shame you have the blindfold on. I imagine this is much more exciting if you can see what I’m doing.”

Ivy shivered, anticipating the cold metal against her hot body. “Yes, Sir,” she said, but the words were barely intelligible through the gag.

Eventually, Mark flicked the blade fully open and slowly slid it up her thigh, “If I find a hair, I’m going to take a break from knife play and beat you. And I know you’ll be very disappointed by that…”

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Vacation: Part 3

Welcome to our next serial. A vacation cruise in eight (give or take) parts. Check back Saturdays to see what kind of trouble Mark and Ivy can get into in international waters. Catch up on Chapter 1 and Chapter 2!


Chapter 3:

Mark leaned down, putting one hand on the back of her neck and growling in her ear. “We’ve talked about this before, slut.” His voice just a hair short of sounding angry. “If you squirm too much, I can’t mark you up properly. If I miss, you won’t get the pretty bruises we both want, or I might hurt you. Do you want everyone who sees you at the pool to think your Master is careless in his beatings?”

A shiver ran down her spine at his words, “No, Master,” she said, shaking her head. The words were stunted by the gag clenched between her teeth, but he understood her perfectly.

He gave her a moment to stop shivering, then started another series with the crop. Light hits, all the way from up on her shoulders and neck, down and across her sides, and over her ass and thighs. Nothing that would leave a mark, just enough to leave her teased and tingling all over.

She tried to keep her body still, but it wasn’t easy. She wanted to buck her hips, arch her back, rise to meet every slap, making them hurt more. But she tensed her muscles, trying to keep still for her Master. She wanted to be his Good Girl.

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Trading Up – Chapter 6

Six weeks ago, I started sharing my novella, “Trading Up” with you. If you missed it, check out Chapter 1 Part 1, Chapter 1 Part 2, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, and Chapter 5 before reading this one! On Saturday, Richard and I will continue Vacation and come back next week to see what surprises we have in store for you on Thursdays!

– Jayden


Chapter 6

Chapter 6

I don’t know what transpires above me, but what I do know is that the hands leave my back, and I’m suddenly not being touched at all. I don’t know where either of the guys is. For all I know, they could have left me alone in the room. I somehow doubt it, but I’m honestly not sure. With the way the sobs have wracked my body, I honestly can’t tell. I’m not even sure how much time has passed. It could have been seconds, minutes, half an hour. I don’t know.

And then I feel them on the bed, I feel the restraints loosened, and then I hear the velcro being pulled apart, and my wrists and ankles are freed. They do it so quickly, it feels like they practiced it.

The pillow is taken away from under my hips. I’m pulled off to the side of the bed.

“Are you okay?” Nick asks me. He slips the blindfold off my face. My eyes hurt from the bright light, which actually isn’t bright at all, but it is compared to the darkness of the mask.

I squint at him and nod.

“Tell me.”

“I’m okay, Sir.”

He nods. “Don’t worry, love. We’re almost done.”

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Vacation: Part 2

Welcome to our next serial. A vacation cruise in eight (give or take) parts. Check back Saturdays to see what kind of trouble Mark and Ivy can get into in international waters. Catch up on Chapter 1!


He laughed a little as he crawled over her, the familiar weight of his body pressing her down. Trapped. Hot. Safe. Right where she belonged.

“I know that look, my sloppy little slut,” he said. “I remember when just having me on you was all you could handle, but I’ve spoiled you for too long. That look is, ‘What is Master going to do today?’ And lucky for you, the answer is quite a lot.” He reached over into the toy bag, grabbing a bite gag and sliding it between her lips. “Bite down,” he ordered. “Hard.” He reached behind her head, tightening the strap so she couldn’t do much to wriggle around it.

She looked up at him, trusting him to know her, to care for her. There was no way she could say anything to him now, but she trusted that he would break her down to nothing and build her back up. It was the way they had always been, and she loved it.

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Trading Up – Chapter 5

Five weeks ago, I started sharing my novella, “Trading Up” with you. If you missed it, check out Chapter 1 Part 1, Chapter 1 Part 2, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, and Chapter 4 before reading this one! On Saturday, Richard and I will continue Vacation and come back next week for the conclusion to Trading Up!

– Jayden


Chapter 5

Once Nick and Brandon have me strapped in face down again, I wonder what will be next. I’m squirming on the bed, and I can feel the wet spot I left when I was on my back. The puddle is just going to grow more.

“You’re so sloppy,” Brandon says.

“I’m sorry,” I say, but there’s no apology behind the words.

“You should be,” he says, and I can hear the mocking tone.

Someone slaps my ass, and I’m sure it’s Nick. It feels like Nick. Nick spanks me softly at first, and then harder. I want to say that I dislike it. My head wants to say that I don’t want to be spanked while I’m strapped down like this, except my body is very clearly responding to it. I start moaning and practically humping the bed.

And then I get my confirmation that it’s Nick because I can feel Brandon pressing his cock into my hand. He’s semi-hard already, but when I wrap my fingers around him and start to stroke him slowly, he’s instantly hard. I keep stroking, slowly, not wanting to make him cum. He groans, “That feels good. I can’t wait to get your lips around my cock, though.”

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Vacation: Part 1

Welcome to our next serial. A vacation cruise in eight (give or take) parts. Check back Saturdays to see what kind of trouble Mark and Ivy can get into in international waters.


Ivy and Mark walked up to the cruise terminal, their bags whisked away onto the ship. Ivy knew how to cut through the red tape to get them fast passed through the lines. It takes a surprisingly short amount of time to get onto the ship. It’s vast and ornate; every little detail is taken care of. Glasses of wine were handed to them as soon as they got onto the ship, and while most of the rooms were blocked off, Mark and Ivy’s was ready for them. 

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Trading Up – Chapter 4

Five weeks ago, I started sharing my novella, “Trading Up” with you. If you missed it, check out Chapter 1 Part 1, Chapter 1 Part 2, Chapter 2, and Chapter 3 before reading this one! Stop back Saturday for something special in collaboration with Richard!

– Jayden


Chapter 4

“You may, my little cum slut,” Nick says. “Let go of the chain when you cum.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, Sir,” I pant, still gripping the chain between my teeth.

It has to be less than 30 seconds before the orgasm washes over me. I pull back hard on the chain, the pain of the pull arousing me more as I orgasm. And then I let go of the chain abruptly, screaming and panting.

Nick must be waiting because the chain doesn’t even have time to land on my bare chest before Nick’s picks it up and releases the nipple clamps. The pain as the blood rushes back into my nipples is excruciating. But mixed with the orgasm, it’s intoxicating.

I expect Brandon to stop, to slow down, to give me a break, but he doesn’t. He just keeps going.

“Oh god, Brandon, stop, please, oh god!” I cry, but he doesn’t stop.

Nick’s by my right ear now, his breath hot on my skin. “Do you really want him to stop?”

“Yes,” I moan. I’m bucking my hips against Brandon’s face, trying to get my clit away from his tongue and failing miserably.

“Well then you can use your safe word,” Nick teases.

He knows this gets me going. The power that I have, but I’m not willing to use. The fact that I have complete control in that way and yet lay here helpless. “I don’t… I can’t…” but the words are almost unintelligible as one orgasm rolls into another. Even tied down, my hips can move, but I can’t get away from him. His mouth is locked onto me.

“Brandon, please!” I manage to get out, but he ignores my cries again.

I don’t know how long he goes for the second round. I’ve lost track after a while. I go from a screaming disaster to a moaning mess. I’m not constantly trying to buck Brandon off, but that’s about all the composure I have.

Nick strokes his fingers across my sore nipples. I gasp and try to brush him off, but I can’t use my arms, so it’s just a lot of wiggling on the bed.

“She won’t stay still, will she?” Brandon asks, coming up for air.

“Rarely,” Nick agrees.

“Hmm,” Brandon says, but that’s all he says, at least, that’s all I can hear. He slides his fingers out of me, and I think I’m getting a reprieve, except I’m not. He slides three fingers in this time, and I’m so tight, and it feels so good. He presses his fingers deep inside me, and I take them all easily. And then his tongue is back on my clit, and my whole body is tense and feels like it’s on fire. But instead of feeling overwhelmed, I feel another orgasm rising. I guess this will be the second orgasm. The first one rolled on so long, it felt like more than one.

This orgasm isn’t quite as intense as the first, but it still feels amazing. This time, when I’m coming down, panting and gasping for air, Brandon does pull his fingers out of me and leaves my clit alone.

All of my muscles relax at once, and I’m just left panting on the bed. I feel like I could probably just fall asleep if they left me alone like this, but of course, they don’t.

Brandon moves around the bed and begins sucking my nipple. I can tell it’s him because I can smell myself on him.

I moan at the feeling of his tongue on my sore nipple. It feels so good, but it hurts so much. Nick gives my other nipple the same treatment.

And then Brandon abandons my nipple to kiss me. I love the feel of his lips against mine, his tongue sweeping inside my mouth. My hips move of their own accord as the two men get me worked up all over again. I can’t help it. The kissing, the nipple play… God.

Brandon abandons my mouth and starts trailing kisses down my jaw, then to my neck. When he gets past my collar bone, the kisses become nibbles, and then the nibbles become bites on my breast. I moan and thrust my hips. Nick works in the reverse until he’s kissing the corner of my mouth. Then he kisses me, and I feel his comforting warmth.

The guys get into the bed with me, lying next to me, pressing their bodies up against mine. It feels good to be cuddled with them, even if my hands aren’t free to actually do anything. The kissing continues, and I want them to just make me cum again.

But of course, they don’t. Instead, they keep teasing me, getting me more and more worked up. I didn’t think my pussy could take any more, but it is telling me otherwise. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’m creating a puddle on the bed.

Nick’s fingers find my clit and begin rubbing in small circles. It feels good, but it’s really difficult for me to cum without something inside me, too. And that’s when Brandon’s fingers find my core and slide back inside me. He fucks me slowly, just like I like it, using his fingers to hook inside me, reaching places that just feel oh so good.

The two of them start sucking on my nipples as they fuck me with their fingers and play with my clit. I don’t see how I can orgasm for the third time, but my goodness, they’re going to make it happen. My hips are thrusting against their fingers, and my breath is coming short again. “Oh god, I’m going to cum again.” I groan, getting the words out in a rush.

Nick’s mouth leaves my nipple long enough to say, “Go ahead.”

And then he bites me, right near my nipple, his teeth sinking in deep. I’m sure it’s going to leave a bruise, and the thought of it turns me on more than anything.

“Oh god!” I scream as the orgasm rushes over me, every muscle tightening, but none are tightening more than my core. “Oh god, ohhhh.” My moans go on and on, and their fingers don’t give me any rest. In fact, they don’t stop until after I’ve begged and begged, and moved my hips away from them as best I could. It hadn’t even been my plan, but it was how it worked out.

Nick gets up off the bed, and I wonder what more he wants, what he’s getting now. I can’t even imagine. Brandon stays with me. He pulls his fingers from my sopping wet cunt and brings them to my mouth. I open my mouth and suck on his fingers greedily. I don’t even love the taste of myself, but sucking my own juices off of Brandon’s fingers is hot as hell. I nip at the tip of his finger and suck gently. I can hear him moan softly. “I can’t wait to have those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”

“Yum,” I say with a little half-smile. I am not sure how I am going to have the energy to suck cock after all these orgasms, but if it’s what he wants and what Nick wants, then I’ll do it.

Brandon’s fingers leave my mouth and trail down my chest. I hate the feeling of my own saliva on my body, but I don’t complain. I never complain when the guys touch me. It feels so good to be touched. They could touch me forever, and I wouldn’t complain.

When Nick comes back, I don’t know what he has, but it perks Brandon up. I can feel the bed shift as he sits up. “Are you sure?”

I assume there’s a nod, but I can’t tell.

Someone unclips my ankles but doesn’t take the straps off of me. “Legs up,” Nick directs. I slowly lift my legs until they’re basically behind my head. “Good girl,” he says.

Someone’s holding my legs in place now, and I can only guess it’s Brandon.

And then I feel something soft and pliable sliding into my pussy. I realize swiftly what it is: a butt plug. Once the plug is nice and wet with my juices, Nick slides it back, and it pops into my ass with no difficulty. He presses against the plug, and it feels so good pressed so deep. I groan and press back against him.

“Does that feel good?” Brandon asks me.

“Yes,” I say, and my breath comes out as a hiss at the end of the word.

“Good,” Brandon whispers in my ear, though with how quiet the room is, I’m sure Nick hears every syllable. “Later, Nick is going to fuck your ass.”

“He is?” I ask. I kind of expected it with the plug, but I’m surprised Brandon is telling me now.

“He is.”

“Why are you telling me now?” I ask.

“Because I want you to be thinking about how great it’s going to feel to have Nick in your ass and me in your pussy at the same time. To be that filled at once.”

I shudder at the thought. Double penetration is one of my favorite favorite things.

“But we have so much we want to do before that.”

“You do?”

“Yes,” Brandon says.

“Don’t tell her too much,” Nick admonishes.

No, please tell me, is what I think, but I don’t say anything. I try to keep the smile on my face from growing too big. I bite my lip with the effort of not revealing how excited I am at the thought of double penetration and the thought of what they plan in between. There could be so much.

“Sorry, Sir,” Brandon says, and I can’t tell if the ‘Sir’ is placating or sincere. Brandon is rarely submissive, but Nick is always Dominant. The thought of the two of them talking and scheming is very sexy to me. But it also makes me really fucking nervous.

Nick must do something, some gesture or touch, because Brandon backs off and is no longer touching me. My legs slowly descend back to the bed. Holding them up in the air like that isn’t comfortable. No one stops me or yells at me for putting my legs down. My arms are unhooked next, and then I’m flipped over. I am so surprised at the hands on my hips turning me, that I turn without a thought. I figured they would tell me to turn over, but instead they flip me over like a rag doll. Having two strong men keeping me at their mercy is so much fun.

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Trading Up – Chapter 3

Four weeks ago, I started sharing my novella, “Trading Up” with you. If you missed it, check out Chapter 1 Part 1, Chapter 1 Part 2, and Chapter 2 before reading this one! Stop back Saturday for something special in collaboration with Richard!

– Jayden


Chapter 3

I want to cum so desperately.

But it’s not up to me, and I love that. I don’t have to worry about anything. I don’t have to do anything, well, anything except what Nick tells me to do. And by extension, what Brandon tells me to do. I am sure they’ve talked about it before, or they have been whispering about it while I’m here, tied down to the bed.

Finally, the Wartenburg Wheel stops. I’m left panting again, my chest heaving. “Thank you,” I say. I’m glad it stopped. I’m glad the pain is over. But again, the absence of touch is jarring. I want their hands on me, even if their hands aren’t giving me pleasure.

Okay, let’s be real for a moment: I am a pain slut. So, the pain is pleasure to me. I know that’s weird for some people, but that’s just the way I am. I’ve been that way literally as long as I can remember. I don’t remember a time before pain was equivalent to pleasure for me, at least in the bedroom. I’ve had my fair share of pain that wasn’t sexy or kinky, and I hated it. But having the option, knowing that I control when the pain stops… It’s a powerful feeling.

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Real Accident: Part 2

Welcome back! Here’s the ending to last weeks collab. It’s a little wet and wild, so make sure you’ve got something to clean up with ready when you read it.

CW: Wetting and Watersports


“You can do anything you want with me, Sir,” she said, and it would have sounded cheeky if the desperation in her voice wasn’t ringing through.

    “I don’t need you to remind me of that,” he said, pulling her legs up to his shoulders. He bored down, his cock sliding into her dripping pussy as he moaned.

    “I’m sorry, Sir,” she groaned, but as his cock slipped inside her and his weight pressed down, her eyes went wide, and she stared up at him, a touch of panic in her eyes.

    Mark smirked down at her, “Something the matter, pet?” he asked, pulling back a bit, before slipping in deeper.

    She blushed and dropped her gaze from his face. “I still have to pee, Master.”

    He reached down, grabbing her chin, forcing her to look up at him. “Aww, even when you have an accident, you still saved some for me. How thoughtful, slut.”

    Her blush deepened, “W-what do you want me to do, Sir?”

    Her Master leaned down, chuckling as he whispered in her ear. “If I tell you, how do I know you’ll listen? You already broke one of your most important rules today, bad girl.”

    “No, Master, please! I’ll do anything you say. I’m sorry, it was an accident! I want to be your good girl. Please tell me what you want me to do. I’ll do anything. Please!”

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Trading Up – Chapter 2

Three weeks ago, I started sharing my novella, “Trading Up” with you. If you missed it, check out Chapter 1 Part 1 and Chapter 1 Part 2 before reading this one! Stop back Saturday to read the second part (conclusion???) of my collaboration with Richard! Catch up on Part 1 of Real or Accident!

– Jayden


Chapter 2

I pull at my bonds experimentally. I hadn’t tested them yet, but of course, the boys pulled them nice and tight, so there’s no getting out of them. The basement room is chilly. My nipples are perked up and pointing at the ceiling. I can already feel my pussy getting wet. There’s nothing I can do about any of it, not that I want to.

I hear some murmuring in the room, but I have no idea what’s going on. I can’t catch any of their words. I want to whine at them and ask what they’re planning, but one of the hallmarks of our relationship has been that the two of them scheme. It’s adorable, actually. It’s still new, but it’s adorable. I love it. And especially right now, I am thrilled not to be the one having to make decisions.

I feel a hand on my right calf and another on my left. I’m pretty sure they’re from different guys. But then I know because Nick has started tickling me, and Brandon has started scratching me. It’s not hard enough to leave marks, but it’s hard enough to elicit a gasp of pain, which is then covered by the gurgle of laughter that escapes my throat.

So frustrating.

So hot.

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Real or Accident

Our collab piece this week is one we wrote together! We took turns, with Jayden writing most of the Ivy paragraphs, and Richard writing most of the Mark ones. We got a little carried away though, so you’ll get the second half next week. Let us know how you like it, and how it should end, in the comments!
CW: Wetting/Watersports


Mark was sitting on the couch, reading, when he heard the door open. He glanced at his watch. Ivy was home a little early today; he’d expected to have time to finish reading this chapter first. She must have made good time on the highway. He decided to let her wait, taking his time on the last couple of pages. She’d still be kneeling in her spot at the door when he got there. He’d trained her well.

Ivy knelt in the entryway, her heart pounding. She could almost hear the blood rushing in her body as she waited for Master. She wouldn’t move from this spot until he gave her permission, and that still enthralled her.

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