It's not late yet, when we leave the party. The din of laughter, music and overlapping conversations fades as we cross the gravel yard from the main building to our cabin. The night air is cool but not cold as we walk, chatting as we go.
I have some time to reconsider my proposal to him, as the three of us cross the yard. It felt so natural, in the heat of the moment. She was bent over the spanking bench, her dress lifted up over her buttocks. Her panties were down around her ankles and her full, bare buttocks shook and shuddered with each slap of his hands. My cock was in her mouth, deep, and she was whimpering and moaning. It was difficult to converse over the noise of others talking, or moaning in pleasure and pain, but we managed enough.
"Damn she has a nice figure. Perfect for bending over like this," he said.
"I know. That's why I have her bend over as often as I can find the time," I replied.
He laughed, I laughed. She moaned, then gagged as I thrust my cock deeper.
He spanked her, my submissive slut, as I fucked her mouth, and at some point I slipped the question. I knew it was a little more than we had agreed on, but I had a feeling she wouldn't mind. Besides, she was mine to offer.
"Would you like to do more than spank her? In a more private setting, of course."
He looked at me for a moment, before replying with a simple: "Yes."
I had caught her eyes when she rose from the bench, tugging the leather dress down as she did so. I didn't ask a question, yet her gaze answered any I might have uttered. Yes.
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In the cabin she disappears into the bathroom, while I offer him a drink as we settle into the armchairs, opposite each other with a comfortable, thick rug on the floor between us. We chat about anything but the thing we await, as we wait.
She comes into the room, still dressed in the black leather dress, her collar and nothing else. Her bare feet make small sounds as she crosses the hardwood floor. I can tell she's nervous, but I find it arousing. She's mine, my fucktoy, and I have decided to share her tonight.
She kneels on the thick carpet between us, folding her hands in her lap. Her dress fits snuggly, emphasising the curve of her waist and the shape of her breasts. I can see his eyes settle on her, examining every curve as he studies my submissive's posture. I know she can feel his gaze as I notice her breathing quicken, her fingers curling into nervous fists in her lap.
"She does know how to make herself look... appetizing, doesn't she?"
"Yes, she does. Slut, Display."
She hesitates only for one instant, and then assumes the position. I admire the way she offers her body for our pleasure, knowing full well her spread legs hike her short dress up, baring her trimmed pussy and also knowing how inviting her full ass looks when she arches her back like that.
I stand up, putting down my half-finished glass of whiskey, and cross over to her. She holds her hands crossed behind her head, her face slightly to one side and she takes a breath as I caress the back of her neck with the tips of my fingers. He stares, eating her shapes and submission with his hungry gaze. He wants to fuck my sub.
I circle around her, examining her the same way I hade done so many times before and realize that no, he probably doesn't want to fuck my sub. He wants more than that, after working on her ass, spanking and slapping her, watching her exposed pussy grow wetter and wetter as we proceeded to use her on the bench. He hungers to possess her, and I plan to allow him.
