Sasha's Portrait (16 page)

Sasha cried out at the first feel of the braided leather strips; the instant fiery sting leaving her panting.

“Quiet or I’ll gag you.”

Sasha cringed, not wanting the ball gag. When he struck her a second time, she managed to hold in her cry, but it became more and more difficult as he whipped her with slow steady strokes meant to punish. Just when she thought she couldn’t hold back her cries any longer, he stopped, and Sasha breathed a sigh of relief. Her buttocks felt on fire, but she soon discovered she didn’t mind the pain in the least. She was kneeling before Derrick; and, at that moment, there was no place she’d rather be.

Chapter Twelve

“Can I ask you a question?”

Melanie laughed. “You don’t have to ask. I told you yesterday to feel free to ask me anything.”

The men were spending the afternoon golfing, and Sasha and Melanie were lounging on recliners by the pool clad in nothing but thong bathing suit bottoms. Daniel and Melanie’s yard was almost an acre lot and enclosed with a six foot rod iron fence. While their neighbors weren’t real close, they were near enough to get an eyeful if they happened to be out, which they often were. As Melanie had informed her when they first came out, both Daniel and Derrick thrived on others seeing what they owned. As long as their pussies were kept covered, they were pleased to have others look at them. Thank God Derrick had exposed her often, Sasha thought. She now found being nearly naked in front of strangers very enjoyable and absolutely no hardship.

“How did you end up living the way you do?” Sasha envied the ease with which Melanie lived as a submissive. Sasha wondered if she would be with Derrick long enough to get to that point.

“Well, it started with the loss of my virginity at age nineteen. I was very naïve, even at that age, and wasn’t very smart when I picked who was going to get the privilege of popping my cherry.”

Her mischievous grin had Sasha smiling. Melanie was a fun, laid back woman that she found easy to get to know and be herself with. “I lost mine in the back seat of a car the night of my high school graduation.” Sasha rolled her eyes. “Needless to say, we didn’t see each other again.”

“Exactly, only the guy I picked was self-centered and a bit rough. After that, I decided there was something to be said for celibacy. Thankfully, my college room mates refused to let me off that easy. I was a complete mess by the time they met me over a year later. I was flunking school; I couldn’t keep a job, and my social life sucked. Trish and Andrea decided I needed someone to help me get my life under control. So, one night, while in a state of drunken bliss, they challenged me to go to a BDSM club with them.”

“Just like that? Don’t you need an invitation or be a member or something to get into those places?”

“Depends on the club. We went to one that had a small gathering room. Those doms and subs that don’t have anyone meet in there on Friday nights and usually hook up with someone at least for the weekend. That’s how I met Mistress Cindy.”

“Mistress? But you’re not gay,” Sasha blurted out, too surprised at Cindy’s disclosure to hold her tongue.

“You should see your face!” Melanie laughed so hard she was holding her waist and her breasts were jiggling, a sight Sasha couldn’t seem to look away from. “I’m not now, and I didn’t think I was then; and, even though I spent a year as Mistress Cindy’s sub, I don’t think I was ever completely one sided. At first, Mistress Cindy showed me a softer side to sex, and I loved it, even the pain of her spankings couldn’t diminish the pleasure I got from her fingers and mouth. Soon, I craved the punishments as much as the sex and that’s when she introduced me to dildos and vibrators, large ones, showing me that a man could easily give me what she could if I was brave enough to go for it.”

“But, you didn’t want to.”

“How did you know?” Melanie asked, surprised at her insight.

“Because it takes the right person to make you set aside your fears, at least it did me. Is this where Daniel comes in?”

“Yep, and you’re right. I couldn’t have made that step with anyone but him,” Melanie sighed as she recalled the first encounter with her husband. “We were at a club, and I was sitting at Mistress Cindy’s feet, completely naked except for my collar and leash when he walked in. He says he took one look at me and knew he wanted me. From the determined look on his face as he approached us, I believed him.

“He stopped in front of us, staring down at me out of those chocolate eyes; and, for the first time in my life, I got wet for a man.”

“I can see why,” Sasha said. “What’d he say?”

“He simply turned to my Mistress and asked how much.”

“He bought you!”

“Yeah. When I heard him offer for me I almost ran out of there screaming. But, Mistress Cindy must have seen something in both of us; some connection because she simply handed my leash to Daniel, kissed me on the lips, and said good luck. She walked away without looking back. We were married six months later, and she came to the wedding. That was five years ago, and I’ve never regretted my decision.”

As love stories went, that was the most unorthodox and most romantic Sasha had ever heard. “Cool.”

“Yeah, I know. Now, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, but I don’t know what I can tell you that you don’t already know.”

Melanie looked her in the eye and asked simply, “Would you be offended if I told you I was attracted to you?”

Sasha had not been blind to the glances Melanie had been stealing at her, especially when her look lingered on her breasts or pussy. Of course, those looks made more sense now, and she found she was truly pleased by her interest. She had never even considered indulging in a lesbian encounter, and still didn’t, but it was flattering to be desired.

“I’m not offended at all. As a matter of fact,” she added honestly, “I think I’m flattered.”

“But it’s not something you reciprocate.” Melanie’s smile told her it was okay.

“I’m sorry. It’s not that, it’s just something I’ve never given any consideration to. I wouldn’t even know how to…you know,” she finished lamely.

“Have sex with a woman? It’s easy, and I’ve got lots of experience. Do you mind my asking what you’d do if Derrick wants you to be with me?”

Sasha hadn’t thought of that, but she should have. So far there wasn’t much Derrick hadn’t expected of her, and she knew before arriving here with him that these few days with his friends were going to be spent in furthering her education by including others. “I don’t know,” she replied candidly. “Like everything else, I’m taking this one step at a time. But,” she added teasingly, “if it helps, I haven’t refused him anything yet.”

Rising, Melanie said, “Good, then there’s hope. If we don’t get dinner going, we’re going to get our butts whipped.”

Sasha stood, grabbing her towel, more conscious of her nudity now with Melanie’s revelations. “And that would be bad because?”

Laughing, they both went to shower and met back downstairs to fix dinner. Sasha thought it would be awkward being completely naked, working side by side with her in the kitchen; but, to her surprise, she felt totally at ease. It wasn’t her nudity, or Melanie’s attraction that she found uncomfortable, but what Derrick might want her to do about it that had her on pins and needles.

Derrick and Daniel were starving by the time they returned from an afternoon of golf. When they sat down to eat, Derrick sensed Sasha’s awkwardness when Melanie knelt at Daniels feet, content to be fed a bite here and there from his plate. He ignored it, letting her deal with it on her own. She had done a remarkable job of handling everything he had subjected her to thus far, and he was confident she could handle what was coming.

He hoped so, because his dick was hard as a rock picturing her and Melanie together. Melanie still loved having sex with women, and Daniel indulged her quit often, thus indulging himself. The painting he had spoken to Derrick about was to be a woman/woman scene; and, hopefully, Sasha would be that woman.

Daniel bent down and kissed his wife before rising from the table. “Join us quickly, girls. We missed you today.”

Derrick followed him to the den, poured himself a drink, and sat on the sofa. The furniture was arrayed in a semi-circle in front of a fireplace that was rarely used due to mild winters. It still made a cozy and intimate setting. When Sasha and Melanie joined them, he grabbed Sasha’s hand and pulled her down on his lap. Melanie, having already received permission from Daniel, stood before them, waiting expectantly.

“Sasha.”

Sasha looked from Derrick to Melanie and knew what they wanted. Even knowing this was coming, she was nervous and scared. She didn’t want to be the cause of anyone’s disappointment. Melanie knelt in front of them; her hands soft on Sasha’s waist as she waited for her acquiesce.

Derrick moved Sasha’s hair aside and ran his lips up her neck, trying to ease the stiffness in her tense body. “Just let her kiss you, baby. That’s all for now. See if you like it.”

Sasha simply nodded; her throat too dry to speak. Melanie leaned forward and placed her lips against Sasha’s; her tongue running over her until she opened for more. Her lips were soft, so unlike Derrick’s, and her tongue was small, but, oh God, she felt and tasted so good. Sasha couldn’t believe how exciting, how sensuous it felt to kiss another woman; and, without further hesitation, she sank deeply into the kiss; their lips wet and clinging; their tongues caressing each other intimately. When Melanie started to pull back, Sasha groaned, slipped her hand behind her head and continued feasting on her mouth.

Derrick was surprised and pleased at her enthusiastic acceptance of Melanie; his cock a rigid pole and growing uncomfortable in his tight jeans. Daniel seemed to be having difficulties also, and the two men grinned at each other.

“Please, Sasha,” Melanie said, pulling her mouth away. “Let me taste you. I can’t wait any longer.”

Sasha nodded then gasped when Derrick cupped her breasts and lifted them for Melanie’s mouth. The feel of soft lips on her nipple caused Sasha to groan loudly, the gentle suckling sent tremors of need straight to her pussy. Melanie continued suckling her, her teeth nibbling, and her tongue soothing as she moved from breast to breast, seemingly unable to get enough.

Sasha held her head to her as she hesitantly reached out to fondle Melanie’s breast. Melanie was larger, fuller than Sasha, and she liked the feel of all that soft flesh and hard tip in her palm. She had always loved playing with her own breasts, and now she discovered that another woman’s breasts were just as enjoyable to touch.

“Sasha.” Derrick kissed her neck, trying to get her attention. It wasn’t easy. “I want you to lie on the rug in front of the fireplace with Melanie and let her touch you. I’m going to be taking pictures and giving you instructions. I want you to obey me, do you understand?”

Sasha cleared her mind long enough to look into his dark grey eyes. “Yes, I understand.”

They moved to the floor where Daniel had tossed several large soft throw pillows. Lying back against them as Derrick instructed, her legs spread wantonly, Sasha allowed Melanie free access to her body, no longer shy or unsure about this new experience.

Derrick got his camera and started snapping as Melanie kissed her way down Sasha’s body; her tongue licking a path to the top of her mound. Per his instructions, Melanie softly explored her pubis and damp folds; her fingers touching every square inch of Sasha before sliding between her slit.

“That’s it Melanie, start with one finger. Show me how wet she is. Good, good. Spread some of that pretty cream on those puffy lips, get them all shiny.”

Sasha was quickly thrown into a maelstrom of sensation, Derrick’s commands and Melanie’s hand driving her higher and higher until she was writhing unashamedly. When Derrick ordered Melanie to finger her and then expose her clit for her tongue, she nearly came off the floor.

Just in time she remembered to plead for her release. She was so far gone, she didn’t know what she’d do if he refused her. Thankfully, he didn’t.

“Yes, Sasha. Come for us. We’re all watching, waiting for your beautiful climax,” he said as he continued snapping pictures, Daniel speaking softly to Melanie next to him.

Under the ministrations of Melanie’s very experienced mouth, Sasha exploded, her body spinning out of control as the pleasure over took her. By the time Melanie was crawling back up her damp body, she was reduced to mild shudders of aftershock. Automatically, her arms wrapped around the other woman, and their mouths met in a heated kiss. Sasha could taste herself on Melanie’s tongue, and she remembered the time Derrick had coated his penis with her juices and made her lick it off. She now realized that lesson was in preparation for this encounter. Everything he had done thus far was preparing her for something else, making her acceptance of new adventures easier.

Sasha ran her hand down Melanie’s body, wanting to give her pleasure in return. Pulling back, she said, “Let me know if I don’t do it right.”

Apparently, Melanie had no complaints as, less than ten minutes later, Sasha had her screaming out her climax as she buried her face between her legs, her come coating Sasha’s tongue. They ignored the men, too intent and happy with each other to care about their needs. For the next hour, they rolled around on the floor, slowly exploring each other, bringing each other to orgasm time and time again.

Derrick had taken enough pictures that they could surely come up with something for him to paint. Setting aside his camera, he and Daniel decided to take back control. Stripping, they each grabbed their woman, pinned them on their backs and thrust their hard cocks into their pulsing, wet cunts.

An hour later, Sasha and Melanie drug themselves upstairs, exhausted beyond reason. As Melanie opened the door to her and Daniel’s room, Sasha noticed a large dog crate near the bed.

Curious, she asked, “Do you have a dog? I haven’t seen one.”

“No, that’s mine.”

Sasha looked from the crate to Melanie’s smiling face and shook her head. “I don’t think I want to know. At least not tonight.”

Sasha found out about the crate the next evening, their last night with Melanie and Daniel. They were again gathered in the den after dinner, conversing lightly; Sasha wondered what new exploits were on the agenda for tonight, when Daniel said quietly, “Melanie, pet, it’s time to go to your crate. Do you have to use the restroom first?”