CW: Polyamory, jealousy, D/s, bondage, humiliation, toys, spanking.
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I poured three gin and tonics and set them on the black lacquer tray on the kitchen island of the airbnb we rented in Banff. My figure, clad in a little black apron, towering heels, and a pair of nipple clamps attached to a thin chain, reflected back to me in the darkened floor to ceiling windows. I hope someone outside could see me, I thought, pouring myself an extra shot of gin. It'd been three days since Allison had joined us and I was starting to feel wasted on the pair of them.
I carried my tray slowly, careful not to trip in my heals. There was giggling in the bedroom and the faint smell of cigarette smoke. It was winter in Banff and it was hard to persuade Allison to smoke outside. At first Rick had speculated loudly the previous renters must have also smoked inside judging by the smell but had since taken to suggesting Allison follow him outside for a cig, which was the only time she would do so.
I set the drinks on the bedside table. Allison was naked except for a leather harness which crossed under her tiny breasts, buckled twice around her waist, and then circled each thigh twice like a garter. She stubbed out her butt on the ashtray besides her.
"Pass me my drink, Selene?" Her voice raised at the end to soften the order but it was an order. I passed her the gin and tonic. Allison had gotten used to ordering me around and at first it was almost sexy but trapped in the chalet with her like we were, it had started to wear on me.
Rick had locked away the clothes I'd packed and insisted I only wear the thin, flimsy lingerie he'd packed for me.
"What if we go outside?" I'd asked him.
"If we all go, I'll pick something out for you," Rick told me. "But we have everything we need. You should always be underdressed and ready to serve, don't you agree?"
I had agreed until yesterday, when Allison got on my last nerve by snuggling possessively with Rick on the couch while I tottered around in my heels making everyone dinner. Rick finally shook her off and joined me in the kitchen while Allison helped herself to another drink. Any time I tried to start up a conversation, Allison would roll her eyes and tell me "how interesting!" with a withering and unconcealed sarcasm.
"Selene," Rick said, taking a pull of his drink. "We left your collar in the kitchen, didn't we? Follow me and I'll put it on you. You'll need it for what comes next."
I rolled my eyes but neither of them noticed. I got up and followed Rick into the kitchen. He had the lid off the gin and was pouring me a double.
"Drink this," he whispered conspiratorially. "I need you to be really slutty for me tonight, Will you do that, Selene?"
I threw back my gin, unable to conceal my exasperation. "What do you think I've been doing?"
"Do you like fucking Allison?" Rick studied my face.
"Yes," I admitted reluctantly. "It's about the only thing I like about her."
Rick grinned. "Okay, we're going to have one last hurrah and then call this experiment. What do you think?"
I couldn't believe it and I said as much. "Why now?"
It was Rick's turn to shrug. "Not too compatible. She doesn't do it for me like you do. I'm not married to her, this was never meant to last forever. She doesn't know what she wants but it's not you and it's not really me either."
I stared at him. Two weeks ago he was unstoppable when it came to Allison. Now he wanted to call it off out of nowhere.
"There it is!" Rick called loud enough for Allison to hear from the bedroom. More quietly he turned to me and tightened the black leather collar around my neck. "I don't know, the bloom is falling off the rose, Selene. She's all right, but she isn't you. This can't last forever, let's end it while it's still mostly good. Are you with me?"
"Always," I said, somewhat more enthusiastically than I had when he'd first entertained this idea.
He poured me another half measure of gin and tipped it down my throat. "Come on, Selene, let's put you to work."
He led me into the bedroom by my collar like a misbehaving pet. He pushed me down on the bed between Allison's legs and clipped my collar to the harness between her legs. There was no give, I was practically attached to Allison's pussy. She giggled and threw her legs over my shoulders.
"Oh Selene!" She purred. She only said my name when her clit was in my mouth. Luckily Rick imposing this movement restriction turned me on, and it turned him on too. He stripped off his robe and began stroking his cock as I made Allison murmur and writhe.
Rick moved behind me and pushed the tip of his cock into my damp pussy, twisting the plug he'd ordered me to wear while we were in the chalet. He pushed himself roughly the rest of the way inside me as my body struggled to adjust. "Good girl, Selene. Good slave. How does it feel to have my slave's mouth tied to you like that, Allison? Does it feel okay?"
"So good!" Allison's eyes were squeezed shut, her back arches and her mouth slightly open as she thrust her clit up against my tongue in a mindless frenzy.
Rick began to thrust into me in earnest, the calloused heel of his hand rubbing against my own swollen clit. I moaned against Allison and she thrust me back into Rick's cock and I moaned again. I was already close but so was Allison. I could tell Rick had just enough to drink to numb himself enough to turn this encounter into a marathon. He wouldn't come in me right away but that was a good thing. Allison's sweet pussy and tender moans were my favorite thing about her. I hoped desperately that she would squirt when she came.
I felt the head of Rick's thick, hard cock push my past my puffy, wet pussy lips and I gasped.
