Anya had been back at the Lodge four days. After the first two days were spent together by ourselves, we had a double date with Karen Gillan and Elizabeth Olsen on day three, and then had Kristen Stewart over on day four. Things were in a constant state of intense, and frankly both of us felt we could use a break, to slow things down before we burned ourselves out.
Day 5 began with the two of us sleeping in even later than usual. I woke up laying on my stomach, with Anya's arm draped over me. When I shifted slightly, I heard her murmur in her sleep and then pull me closer. I was content to fall back asleep, since the blinds were pulled and the feeling of Anya's skin pressed against mine was the most relaxing thing I could think of.
When I woke for the second time, Anya was still in bed, just sitting up against the headboard. She had already made coffee for the morning, and was now reading quietly next to me. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the sight of her legs laying on top of the duvet. When she first noticed I was awake, I received a smile, and then Anya began to run her fingers through my hair. I scooted over and down in the bed, which put my face right up against Anya's thigh. I stayed like that a while until we got out of bed.
The day was lazy, just like we intended. By some miracle we kept our hands off each other for the most part. There was a close call in bed before we got out of it (Anya's legs were too tempting not to touch at least a little) and again while preparing breakfast (there was music on, Anya was dancing, I was staring, it was close). But overall we carried on with the day being focused on other activities. Today in particular we ended up out back by the pool.
Now, I don't know if you guessed this looking at Anya's porcelain skin, but she was not exactly one for the sun. Oftentimes when we wanted to do some kind of outdoor activity, it ended up being one in the shade. If we wanted to go for a walk or a hike, we generally did it through the woods that surrounded the Lodge so there was shade no matter which direction we went in. If people were hanging out by the pool, Anya generally stayed on the deck under one of the alcoves. Today however, the sky was just overcast enough, and it was earlier enough in the morning for the sun to not be too high, that Anya wanted to have an actual swim.
Our restraint extended even to the swim itself, and by that I mean Anya wore an actual suit in the pool. Although, when she first emerged ready to go, her hair braided into one long ponytail, wearing the red one-piece that she always wore that emphasized her legs and her hips...it created another close call. Luckily I think she recognized that, and quickly said she would meet me down there while I got changed.
When I reached the pool, Anya was already in the water. The first glimpse I got was that perfect angle, watching her dive down underneath the water, which raised up her ass as she bent forward, and then showed off her legs as she sank back down. What a sight. I hopped into the water after her, slicking back my hair as soon as it was wet, and then treading in place. Anya swam to one end of the pool, and then turned around. I watched her silhouette under the water as her lithe legs paddled toward me, and then she rose up. Anya wiped the water off her face with a big grin as we treaded water in front of each other. Then she locked herself onto me with both her arms and legs.
I quickly moved us back into the more shallow end of the pool, so I could actually stand there and enjoy Anya clinging to me without needing to tread water to keep us both from sinking. Anya grinned as I did, not helping in the most adorable way by pecking her lips against my neck and shoulders. When I could actually stand up with my head out of the water, I put my arms around Anya's waist, grabbing her by the ass. That was when she actually put her lips to mine.
What felt like twenty or thirty kisses later, Anya leaned away from me, grabbing me by the shoulders as she did. She stretched her body out as I kept her supported in the water.
"Alright, so," I started. "What are your thoughts on our week so far?"
Anya giggled as she leaned back in the water, and then came back up so we were face to face.
"Hmm, well, I was kinda replaying last night in my head," Anya said.
"Yeah? Did you like how Kristen played with you?"
"Obviously you know I like being the submissive one," Anya grinned as she said it. I knew that all too well, even from the first time we were together.
"Yes," I said, chuckling.
"Yeah, well, when we were doing that with Kristen I was enjoying it. But since then I've been thinking about being on the...other side of that."
I raised my eyebrows suggestively, "You want me to be submissive?"
Anya and I generally didn't discuss what we were doing beforehand. Things just flowed between us. If she wanted to be more submissive she just would, and I would take a more aggressive position. But she was rarely outright dominating towards me. That was left to certain other parties.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Anya playfully dug her nails into my shoulders.
"Weeeell," I said with a grin.
"Hehe. No no, what I meant was that...maybe *we* could find another girl to come up. One who would be interested in playing the role of a sexy little sub for us?"
My eyebrows suddenly raised in thought, but frankly I didn't even have to think about it. Every word she used put the same thought in my head. Sexy? Yep. Little? Yep. Submissive? Yeah she was.
Kiernan Shipka was all these things and more.
"I think I know someone who might be interested in that," I said.
I was actually lying somewhat with that sentence. It wasn't so much whether or not Kiernan was actually interested in doing it, I knew she would if I commanded her to. With the game we'd been playing all summer where I give her daily orders, this was the logical conclusion. I was actually surprised that I hadn't had her come up here already.
"Who would that be?" Anya asked.
"Kiernan," I said quietly.
Anya's eyebrows instantly raised excitedly. She began to nod her head slowly. Then she bit her lip, and began to nod it faster.
"Yes, yes," Anya nodded more. "Yes get her up here like, as fast as possible."
"I left my phone upstairs."
"Goooo get it," Anya said with a laugh before she kissed me on the cheek.
I released Anya, who swam away in the water, and then climbed out of the pool. I grabbed a towel and hurried my way back to the bedroom to grab my phone. Once I had it, I sat in the window box of my bedroom that overlooked the deck and the pool area. Anya was lazily floating on her back before letting herself sink down to the bottom of the pool. She sat at the bottom for a moment, and then launched herself back up, whipping her braided her onto her back like a mermaid.
My foot was tapping in thought as I debated what to text Kiernan. I could be very forward and just say "Get up here right now" but that didn't seem to fit with the game we'd been playing. I decided to start things slow, simply typing out "Kiernan" and then sending it to her. I got a response even faster than I expected.
Kiernan: Good morning, sir. I am so happy to hear from you. You haven't given me orders in a few days. I haven't known what to do with myself.
Me: I was testing you. I wanted to make sure you wouldn't speak out of turn if I stopped giving you orders.
Kiernan: Yes, sir.
Me: I also wanted to see what you would do. Tell me what you've been doing the last few days.
Kiernan: I played with my pussy several times, sir. I had to. I was so horny without you. I tried and tried but it just wasn't as fun without you telling me how to do it.
Me: Well I have good news for you.
Kiernan: Yes, sir?
