When we arrived at their home, I could feel my body shake with nerves. What was I doing? Nerves of excitement or fear? Unthinkingly, I followed them here to test myself, to see if I could do it. Drank to silence the many voices in my head to the point where logic wasn't present. I've never been with a man or woman, and now both want me simultaneously. How do you know who you can have until you have them? How do you know what you can do until you do it? Losing my virginity while having a threesome?
"Ivy?" Callista broke my train of thought.
"Sorry," I apologized.
"Are you alright?" she asked, touching my thigh.
"Was lost in thought," I reassured with a sigh.
Her worrying eyes turned into narrow hungry slits, "Do you want to leave?"
"No," I exhaled.
Callista took my hand, pulling me up the stairs to a bedroom. It was very dark with the blackout curtains pulled over the French doors, so seeing what it looked like was nearly impossible. The light from the hallway revealed a king-red satin-covered bed on a black floating platform. There was a dresser against the wall with a television on top. The room was massive and could easily fit a dozen people.
"This'll be your room whenever you come here," Dimitri spoke.
I turned; my puzzled expression spoke louder than words.
"You don't necessarily live near us," he added. But you can sleep here, and you'll be safe."
"Where do you both sleep?" I asked.
"We sleep alone," Callista interjected, "It's my one rule."
Making her way over to me, I could feel my heart pounding in my ears. Instead of approaching me, she pulled back the curtains. The moonlight hit the room at just the right angle, glistening the walls.
"This leads out to the backyard," she gestured.
I veered out to the most breathtaking sight. The pool was massive, surrounded by grey concrete and several lounge chaises. A glass fence separated the area from the grassy fields beyond. There was so much space, you wouldn't believe we were in the city.
"You have clothes here if you ever need them," she continued.
Turning, I saw her across the room, opening another door. Instinctively, I followed suit to observe what she was presenting to me. It was almost big enough to be another room—the overpriced clothes and accessories with the tags still hanging from them. My eyes locked onto the far wall, unsure of what I saw. The objects revealed themselves in clear focus as the distance between us disappeared. I first saw a black leather pair of cuffs hanging from the wall with makeup residue inside. Next to it was a black leather whip with some strands broken and dangling.
"I don't think you're ready for this just yet," Callista whispered in my ears, sending a shiver down my spine.
"How many women have stayed in here?" I cleared my throat before turning around and walking out of the closet.
"Do you want the answer?" Callista asked.
"Yes," I confirmed, "Those objects were often used. How many?"
Callista glanced over to Dimitri.
"Twelve," he answered.
The saliva in my mouth began to dry up, "How long has it been? Since the last woman?"
"Six months," he stated, "Are you honestly curious about this?"
"Yes, if I'm going to be your toy, I have the right to know what I'm getting myself into," I explained, "How long do they usually stay?"
"Typically, a night," he replied.
"How long do you fuck them until you get bored?" I clarified
"When they start falling in love with my husband," Callista spoke.
My eyes darted between them, "Has that happened often?"
"We've had twelve for a reason," Dimitri exhaled, "Let's discuss this topic at a more reasonable time."
Before responding, I felt a pair of hands brush along my hips. One hand slid up the arch of my back, gently slipping the shoulder of my dress off. The cool breeze from the opened French doors tightened my exposed nipple. Her gentle lips caressed my neck as her other hand slid down my thigh and pelvic bone crease. Firmly, Callista applied pressure, sending a shiver of heat rushing through my body.
"Ugh!" I moaned while leaning forward. Her firm yet gentle grasp held me.
"It's a pressure point," she whispered in my ear. Her breath was hot upon my neck.
I raised my hands to unclasp the necklace when she stopped me.
"Wear it," she whispered again.
Her hands shifted, caressing my every curve until they hit the pressure point on my hip once more. My knees buckled slightly, and she pulled at my other sleeve, exposing my other breast.
"Ugh!" I moaned louder.
She released me, my body gently slinking upon the red satin sheets. Her hands were gentle as they pulled my arms free from the dress, freeing me from its restraints. I rolled onto my back with a gentle nudge, my skirt rising over my now-bent knees. She leaned over me, pressing her lips firmly upon mine, causing a groan to erupt from the back of my throat. Her hands quickly caress my breasts before going to my underwear. I felt the tip of her finger rub slightly over my opening.
"Ugh!" I gasped for air.
"Shh," she hushed, "I won't hurt you."
My eyes opened to see her kissing my breasts while removing my underwear. I felt my hips shiver as I was exposed in the moonlight, all of me—nothing hidden. With the movement behind her, my gaze locks upon Dimitri's. He stood there with his white undershirt halfway unbuttoned, untucked and rolled sleeves. His eyes were full of hunger and desire, matching my own. Callista very gently rubbed over my opening repeatedly, causing me to twitch and jerk in response. With a slight arch of her fingertip, she was inside of me.
"Ah!!" I cried out. My shoulders dropped upon the bed. The burning hot sting of her intrusion left my mind spinning. I felt her whole finger slide inside me, gently curling back and forth, the burning sensation still present.
"Does it hurt?" she growled.
I shook my head from side to side, "Something I've never felt before."
Her pace quickened, and she began moving it in and out of me, hitting something inside of me that made my toes pound. My hands grabbed at the bed sheets for some form of relief. Her thumb rubbed along my clitoris, making me want to cry out and beg for her to stop.
"Are you alright?" she asked.
I nodded in response as she kissed the inside of my thigh. She kissed me briefly before moving down.
"What are you do-"
Before finishing my sentence, her tongue rubbed where her fingers once were. She explored all of me while down there, her fingers rougher than ever. The tips of my toes tingling yet throbbing in an overloading rush of sensations.
"AHH!" I cried out, my legs tensing.
A fiery rush throbbed throughout my body, causing me to shift uncontrollably around her head. My hand pressed into the bed, pushing myself away from what I was experiencing.
A pair of firm hands pressed my shoulders into the bed. My eyes flew open in response; it was Dimitri. He didn't say anything, and his burning desire emanated within him, calling me out. His lips locked onto mine. Hot, invasive, demanding, intrusive, the complete opposite of Callista.
He broke the kiss and leaned into my ear, "Try to experience her."
In response, I gave the nod. After pulling her by the nape of her neck, my hands positioned her upon her back as she had me moments earlier. I kissed her tender, soft breasts, very smooth compared to mine. My hand slid down right to her opening. The kissing stopped as I gazed at her face to examine her reaction. Would I be any good? Would I please her?
My hand instinctively slid into her wet entrance. The tight, warm head engulfed my fingers, and there was the sensation of small ridges gliding along with my finger. It was damp and slick, so moving my fingers in and out was easy. When she squirmed, her body tightened around me. It was so intoxicating and intense. I looked to Dimitri for assistance, and he gestured his head down. It was salter upon my tongue, slick and wet as well. She bucked and kicked below me as I mimicked her instructions from earlier.
"You're a fast learner," she gasped in ecstasy.
Dimitri came up behind me before I could react. He pulled me up upon Callista, where our lips met. He caressed my hips as Callista did earlier and hit my pressure points.
"Ugh!" I cried as he slid one of his dry, rough fingers inside me. His fingers were much thicker and longer than Callista's. I felt a familiar throbbing sensation in my toes as he slid his fingers in and out of me, "Ugh!"
"I need one of you, now," he demanded.
My eyes opened to see her expression, and the look of fear and excitement encompassed her face. My body reacted, rolling her on top of me, exposing her ass to him. A slight look of hurt took over, but it diminished within a flash. He began pounding into his wife, and her fingers slid inside me again. I willingly latched onto her body, receiving all of her. A smile was on her face when I broke our kiss for a brief moment.