‘Do you want a hug?’ he asked.
I nodded and he came to sit beside me, pulling me into a tight embrace on his knee, stroking my hair. My bottom hurt when I sat on his thigh, but it was a wonderful, glowing kind of hurt that I hoped might last for ever.
‘Was that everything you wanted it to be?’ he asked.
I looked for my voice, which came out in a breathless rush.
‘Oh God, yes. Thank you so much. It was amazing.’
‘It’s all going to happen at your pace, Keris. Whatever you’re ready for, we can do.’
‘You’re so good at this. I feel like I’ve landed on my feet with you two.’
‘Thanks,’ said Justin, and Maz joined in with a little “aww” of approbation. ‘That means a lot to us.’
The hug went on until I felt I could almost fall asleep, safe and tired and protected. But eventually, Justin cleared his throat and shifted slightly, so that I felt the rude protrusion inside his trousers.
‘Another question for you,’ he said, with an embarrassed smile. ‘How do you feel about sex?’
‘Sex?’
‘Maz and I … You know, we get quite turned on by spanking. If you like, you can go into the bedroom while we sort ourselves out. Or you can watch. Or even, y’know, join in …’
‘Oh, wow, I’m so sorry, I feel I’ve been horribly selfish.’
‘Submission is a bit of a head trip,’ said Maz with an understanding squeeze of my arm. ‘Don’t worry about it.’
‘Please, I, er, is it really OK if I watch?’
‘Absolutely,’ said Justin. ‘We love being watched. Don’t we, Maz?’
‘Too right. We even put footage up on the internet sometimes. With pixellated faces, obviously.’
‘Well, then, be my guests,’ I said. ‘Since you are. Literally. My guests.’
‘Cool,’ said Maz. ‘You get comfy there. I think the floor will do for us, if you just bung us a couple of cushions.’
Justin had tipped me off his lap and was unbuttoning his shirt. I helped Maz construct a kind of cushion-bed on the rug and retired to the sofa with my wine glass. I wondered whether to fetch my spectacles, but thought that might be bad manners. I would have to be content with a slight blur.
Maz took off her shoes and lay down, staring up at Justin as he disrobed.
‘Aren’t you going to strip?’ he asked, unbuckling his belt.
She lifted her bottom off the floor and unzipped her skirt, shucking it off with a sensual wriggle, then set to work on her shirt. Her underwear, I was quite intrigued to discover, was made of skintight black latex, including the suspender belt. Who would have known what lurked beneath the smart dinner-party chic? I felt my clit spark into life again and had to change position, tucking a leg beneath me.
Oh God, the knickers were crotchless. I began to dampen. She had been wearing crotchless knickers at my dinner table all night. Did Justin order her to? I was tempted to touch myself, but I was too fascinated by the sight in front of me, and I didn’t want to distract them.
Justin, down to his boxers, stood over Maz, nudging her feet apart with his toe.
‘Now I can see how hot you are for it,’ he said. ‘Dirty little beast with your cunt wide open all night. How much do you want it?’
‘I need to be fucked, J,’ said Maz. ‘Real bad.’
‘Don’t you? First I want you to put your fingers in that slit and show me how much.’
She moaned and moved a hand between the gap in the latex. Wasn’t that awfully hot to wear? Her skin shone, but it wasn’t clear what kind of heat had produced the sheen. I watched as her manicured fingers got slick and wet, her face pinkening with the effort.
‘Keris is getting quite a show,’ said Justin. ‘I bet she’s never seen a slut like you before, a slut who’ll do anything with anyone. You’ll have to tell her how many people have had you sometime. Mind you, she’ll catch up with you one day, I guess. I think she needs a bit of what you’re going to get. Get those legs really wide, show her that soaking cunt of yours.’