DITW 15-27: Here We May Reign Secure

The rhythm of the undulating bedding-hump ignited an unsettling passion. She touched her neck and licked her lower lip. Hyun fingered herself, her hips rolling up and down and around. And the sound. She said to the hump, “Are you a voyeur? A little peeping Tom, getting off on other people and the things they do in secret?” This particular line of interrogation would sometimes reduce Hyun to a curled and quivering jelly-hatchling. Hyun’s breath hitched, and the frenzied hip-rolling under the covers accelerated.

“You’re a little mouse, Hyun. Scurrying around in the dark, trying to steal pleasure-crumbs for yourself.”

Hyun’s breaths came in shorter gasps now, her body tensing like she neared climax. Kimmy leaned in even closer, her voice barely a whisper. “You’re just a plaything, Hyun. A little toy to use. Come for me, little toy. Show me how much you like being used.”

Hyun’s body convulsed, the pillow muffled an agonized cry.

But they weren’t done yet. That wasn’t the real orgasm.

“Did you see Josh and me?”

Hyun’s breath hitched again, and the hip-rolling faltered for a moment before resuming.

Kimmy leaned in, murmuring, “I know you were watching, Hyun. Did you enjoy seeing us like that? Did you enjoy seeing me with my husband?”

Hyun whimpered, her rump lifting high.

“Did you like what you saw when you watched us? Did it excite you?”

Hyun scrunched up her features and shook her head no.

Kimmy’s eyes narrowed, not in anger, but in intense focus. “Did it thrill you, watching us together? Did it make you feel something you shouldn’t?”

This time Hyun didn’t answer, her movement slowing, a sound in her throat others would call agony.

“Are you feeling something you shouldn’t?”

Hyun agreed through the sniveling communication of twisted and agonized human suffering, and now Kimmy changed gears, the awful traction of her words biting into hot, lurid soil. “I want you to suck Josh’s dick. What if I wanted to watch that? Would you suck his little dick for me?”

More anguished cries into the pillow. This was Hyun’s greatest fear.

“I’d like to see your perfect little mouth suck him off.” She leaned in closer, sending breath over Hyun’s ear, her words a seductive purr. “I want him to come in your mouth, Hyun. I want you to swallow every last drop. Would you do that for me? Open your mouth for me, show me your little tongue.” She reached out, one finger tracing the upper curve of Hyun’s mouth. “Come on, Hyun. Show me. Let me see that little tongue of yours. Let me see how you’d suck him off.”

She peered over Hyun’s shoulder, watching her face, pulling back the edge of the blanket so she could see Hyun’s mouth better. Her mouth was open, the lips parted as she gasped. Hyun knew Kimmy watched, and soon her reluctant little tongue appeared, slick and small and so pink and shining with her wet.

“That’s it,” Kimmy sighed, biting her lips a moment and riding a swell of her own lust. She said, “Suck your thumb for me. Show me that pretty little mouth of yours all pouted and wet.”

Hyun’s body tensed, her breath hitching at the unexpected request. She remained still under the blanket, her face turned away from Kimmy.

“Come on, Hyun. Show me. Let me see you suck your thumb like a good girl.”

Hyun hesitated for a moment. She turned her head, putting her face toward the side of the bed where Kimmy sat. She couldn’t meet Kimmy’s gaze, keeping her eyes narrowed. Her hand emerged from under the blanket, her thumb tentatively approaching her mouth.

“That’s it, Hyun. Now open that pretty little mouth and suck. Show me how you’d suck Josh’s little dick for me.”

Hyun’s lips parted, and her thumb slipped into her mouth. Kimmy imagined it as Josh’s dick, and the horror Josh would endure having his cousin’s ex-wife suck his cock. Hyun began to suckle on her thumb. Hyun was the darkest of treasures.

“That’s it, Hyun. Just like that. You’re such a good girl for me. Now imagine it’s Josh’s cock in your mouth. Would you suck it just like that? Would you make him come in your pretty little mouth?”

Hyun’s eyes squeezed closed, brow furrowing, body squirming under the blanket while she sucked her thumb and fingered herself. She whimpered and shook her head no again, her thumb still moving in and out of her mouth, her breaths coming faster.

“Open your eyes, Hyun. Look at me while you suck that thumb. Imagine it’s Josh’s cock filling your mouth, his cum shooting into your throat. He would come so fast for you. It wouldn’t take long. Would you swallow it all for me, Hyun? Would you be a good girl and take every last drop?”

Hyun’s eyes opened, her dark gaze locked onto Kimmy’s face. She nodded this time, eyes warbling with such exquisite pleading. I don’t want to suck Josh’s cock. Please, don’t make me.

Kimmy smiled, saying in a low, sultry purr, “That’s my good girl, Hyun. Now keep sucking. Show me how much you want to please me, how much you want to please Josh. Show me how much you want to be our little slut, our little plaything. Show me, Hyun. Show me everything.”

This horrified Hyun and her eyes widened into unambiguous terror. But she fingered herself harder and faster. The squelching of her little digits in her pussy seemed so loud she worried Josh would hear it all the way in the master bedroom and come to investigate. Hyun had to stop sucking her slippery thumb so she could gasp for breath around it.

“When I’m not here, I want you to tease Josh, make him want you, make him fuck you. Wear those little shorts I like, you know the ones, nothing underneath, and he can see just enough of that perfect little pussy that drives me crazy and all Josh can think of is bending you over the couch and fuck you so hard.”

This was something Hyun would never do, and thus, it was rocket fuel to her tormented sexual psyche.

She leaned closer to Hyun, whispering now the big secret: “I showed Josh the video, Hyun. The one where I stroke Devlin.”

Hyun grunted, her hips rolling faster, the blanket a tumultuous sea. “I hate that video,” she groaned, her voice thick with both pleasure and unambiguous disdain.

“You love it, Hyun. You love watching me with him.”

“I hate it,” Hyun insisted, her voice a desperate whine. “He’s so gross, Kimmy.”

There was nothing more exquisite than hearing Hyun utter her name when she was tormented this way. Hyun battled between revulsion and desire. It was a battle they both knew well, a game they played in the shadows. She leaned in closer, her voice a sultry purr. “But you’re watching it, aren’t you, Hyun? You’re right there on the edge, imagining it’s you I’m touching, you I’m pleasing, my hand slipping down the front of your pajamas.”

Hyun grunted, her whole body tightening, squeezing out this beautiful utterance as the orgasm triggered: “He’s the devil.”

Hyun’s hips bucked. She was close, so close. Hyun’s body seized for a long moment, then convulsed under the blanket. Her ass rode up and down in stomach-squashing pleasure. She couldn’t see much, but she didn’t need to. She reached down, gripping the edge of the blanket, pulled it up, revealing Hyun’s small, perfect feet. Her toes were scrunched, the nails painted in the oyster shell she’d picked for her at the salon. She grinned, her eyes never leaving Hyun’s feet as they curled and uncurled, the toes wiggling as Hyun rode out the waves of her orgasm.

Hyun’s eyes fluttered open a moment, the squinched shut in mortification.

“Good girl,” Kimmy cooed, a finger tracing the arch of Hyun’s foot. Hyun shivered at the touch, her body still sensitive from her orgasm, and her feet pulled away under the safety of the blanket once more.

“Devlin is nothing,” she whispered, sitting upright again. “A big dick and no—”

“I hate it when you say that,” Hyun said, expression harrowed and worn out.

Kimmy smiled. “I know. I know you do.”

Hyun swallowed, her mouth worked around, some thought coalescing. She said, “You touched me.”

“Your foot? I supposed I did.”

The rules were clear: they wouldn’t touch each other unless Josh was out of the province. Not just the house, not just the town. He had to get on a plane and land somewhere else before she’d suck Hyun’s delicate nipples, before she’d do any of Hyun’s favorite tongue-related tasks.

They wouldn’t even kiss.

But she’d touched Hyun’s sole without thinking, the urge compelling her, and that was the way it would be. She stood now, moving to the door.

“You’re going?” Hyun sat up a little, swiping the tangled hair from her face.

Kimmy lifted the laundry basket and returned. “Will you sleep with these?”

Hyun’s brow crinkled, and she peered into the basket.

“I changed the sheets after. I want you to sleep with them.”

Hyun’s lip twitched. “Will you kiss me?”

“I can put them in the laundry,” she said, resigned, as if she were ready to leave.

“I’ll sleep with them.”

Kimmy upended the basket, and Hyun pulled out the sheets onto her bed. With one more hopeful plea, Hyun said, “Would you touch me?”

“He’ll smell me on you.”

Hyun pleaded one more time: “But you’re mine.”

Kimmy smiled, stayed standing above Hyun, and remained that way for a long, tense moment. Then she said, “Good night, Hyun.” A long pause, a warm smile. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Hyun whispered, settled for now, and as Kimmy left the basket at the door and went to leave, she wished Hyun good night once more, Hyun hugging the sex-dirtied sheets, pulling them under the blanket with her.

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The dream began as though he was waking.

Josh stirred from a deep sleep, Colleen’s gentle warmth on his chest. Her small breaths steadied his restless mind. A soft glow from the bedside lamp cast shadows on the walls. The faint rustle of fabric and the clinking of a cup reminded him where he was. He blinked away the sleep still clinging to him like a hot blanket, and his eyes adjusted to find Kimmy standing bedside, drying hair on her shoulders, a mug of tea cradled in her hands.

Josh smiled sleepily. “Hey,” he murmured, voice hoarse but softened with affection.

Kimmy set the cup down on the nightstand before kneeling beside him. “I didn’t mean to wake you,” she whispered, brushing her fingers against Colleen’s cheek, her expression softening. “But I missed you both.”

He adjusted his hold on Colleen, sitting more upright. “I fell asleep while watching her,” he said. “She’s so peaceful.”

“I love seeing you with her,” she said. “You’re such a wonderful dad.” She cupped his cheek, her hand hot from the tea mug. “I’m so lucky to have you back in my life, Josh. I’m so lucky to have both of you.”

His heart swelled at her words. A wave of warmth enveloped him, and he pulled Kimmy into bed, wrapping an arm around her while still holding Colleen. “I never imagined we could be here again,” he said. “But look at us.”

“It’s like a dream,” Kimmy said, nestling her head against his shoulder.

In that moment, nestled in the dim light of their shared space, everything felt right. In place. He gazed at Colleen, the miracle they’d created, and then at Kimmy, the woman whose love had always been a desperate need, now in his bed. That bleak and lonesome motorcycle trek felt further away than it should. Distant.

He might have doubted their future before, but lying with his two women this way, there was a new beginning, a clear path ahead, one filled with endless potential.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you, too,” she replied, looking into his eyes, pure sincerity illuminating the future.

With Colleen between them, the three of them protected from the world outside, he saw how this was all he’d ever wanted. A sense of belonging, of purpose.

He couldn’t wait for tomorrow. Or the next day after that.