If you missed chapter 13, it's because it was in noncon because Starla's fantasy is to be raped but to not talk about it. Jay found a solution where she uses red/yellow/green as safewords but they didn't talk about it to get there. Check it out if you're comfortable with the subject matter. If you're not, everything above is all you actually need to know (other than Sherry was a bit disobedient when she saw Kyrsten and Jay... okay... now you're caught up).
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After we fucked one last time, Kyrsten and I spent the entire night talking about what had transpired with Starla. I was still really unsure about the whole thing. It was hot but also really weird and dangerously close to that dark line I'd set for myself in the past. Kyrsten was similarly conflicted though for entirely different reasons.
"I fucking love being with you, Jay," she said as she rested her beautiful red curls on my shoulder. "But watching you fuck her drove me absolutely crazy."
"In a good way?" I asked, lazily stroking her shoulder with my left hand.
"Yes? No. Maybe. I don't know. You fucked me in the end and that made it better. But that won't always happen will it?"
I thought for a moment, "Probably not, babe. Maybe not even often. I'm not really sure."
"I know. And I appreciate the honest response. I really need to think about it. And, if I'm being honest, I probably need one of those nights where you DON'T fuck me after. Just so I can learn what it's like. Maybe I'll be so deliciously amped up and horny that I won't even care. Maybe I'll want to scratch the bitches eyes out. I don't know."
"What did you want tonight?" I asked, looking into her beautiful eyes. The emerald streaks contrasted so starkly with her deep red hair that it was hard to notice anything else.
"Tonight I was just in awe. The whole scene was so hot. You... you know... raping her actually made me not really jealous of her. So I was free to enjoy watching you."
"That's good. But it's so weird. It really SHOULD bother me, right? I mean her whole fantasy..."
"I think you wouldn't be the man I thought you were if you weren't bothered a little. But you're also not the man she needs if you're not turned on by it too," she stopped and looked at me. God those eyes were gorgeous. "So are you a little turned on by it?"
"I don't really know," I said, unable to meet her gaze. I felt her hand trail down to my groin and stroke my shaft.
"I think you do, Master. I think you enjoyed taking her in the most primal way. Ignoring her pleas to stop and just... fucking her... using her for your pleasure. Raping the prissy, bitchy tease," she said. My cock twitched a valiant effort to conjure up a fourth erection in 90 minutes.
I grabbed Kyrsten's hand, "She's not the only prissy, bitchy tease."
"I know, Master. Maybe you should rape it out of me too," she smiled at me with a lascivious grin.
"I don't think I could handle a steady diet of that, honestly. I really have to be in a certain headspace. And if I'm being honest... I'd worry about doing that with you... " Kyrsten hugged me at that and I continued, "Thank you by the way. Tonight wouldn't have happened without you."
"Maybe, maybe not. She just might not have gotten exactly what she was looking for. By the way, she's absolutely stunning. I didn't mention it but... next time... uhmm... I'd really like to, uh, participate."
"Really? It got you that hot?"
Kyrsten nodded, "I kept thinking how hot it would be for you to be shoving her face into my pussy while you fucked her. Or taking a giant strap on to her cunt and making her choke on your cock."
"Well sure... when you put it that way... " I said with a smile.
We slept again that night tangled up together. As I drifted off, I reflected on the weirdness in my life lately. Things were so different with Kyrsten than with Carly. Where Carly and I shared almost completely overlapping interests, Kyrsten and I were very much the opposites attract type of couple. She was this unbelievably gorgeous former cheerleader. It was hard not to think of her that way a little still. She could easily have done modeling if she really wanted to but instead she gravitated towards sales, a job in which I'm certain her fantastic looks served her well. She was a bit of a health nut, I wasn't. She'd been waking up each morning to swim in the condo pool before running a couple miles. I barely wiped the cobwebs from my eyes in time to make coffee. And yet, somehow we had a comfort with each other that worked really well.
I think it's the sex and submission that actually made it work for us. Where other couples with polar opposite interests might become strained, her willingness to submit to me made conflicts irrelevant. And I had so many women I was juggling, I didn't feel compelled to dominate her time the way I dominated her body. And so we fell into a rhythm that was actually quite nice and rewarding.
"What are we doing tonight, Master?" she asked in the morning once I'd woken up.
"We're going to go over to Sherry's dorm room and hang out."
"Yeah? Is that weird, by the way?"
"What? Hanging out with my girlfriend's slutty little sister?"
Kyrsten laughed delightfully, "No... hanging out in the room of some college freshmen. You don't feel like a dirty old man?"
"Fuck you!" I said and whacked her with a pillow. "I'm only 28."
"That's not what I mean," she said grabbing the pillow and flinging it back, "It's a larger than normal age gap is all. Half plus seven means... you know?"
"You trying to convince me only to fuck women my age?"
