Quaranteam Ch. 40

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Chapter 40

He desperately wanted to get to bed, but there was work to be done before he could sleep, and his brain was still moving a mile a minute. It generally did, but his conversation earlier in the day had been rolling around in circles over and over again. Phil was one of the smartest people he’d ever met, but Andy knew everyone was capable of making mistakes.

There was something they were missing about all the information Phil had presented to them. Phil’s plan had all the things it should, but there was so much that Phil hadn’t had time to tell them. He wasn’t sure what he thought he might glean from it, but he decided to let it keep running on cycles in the back of his brain for the rest of the night.

He hoped maybe it would just come to him.

Different people in his household went to bed at different times, and typically, Piper and Sheridan went to bed not too long after dinner. He glanced at his watch, seeing it was just past 10:30, and he figured they were probably crawling into bed about now, since both were early risers.

Niko was probably also heading to bed about now, so she could be up early in the morning, in case Lexi woke up before most of the house was up. Niko tended to be an early riser as well, as did Lauren and Taylor, so they were also probably also turning in for the night.

Hannah and Asha were typical college students without classes, so they’d be up past midnight gossiping, and Taylor was probably more than a little sad she couldn’t join them, but as she’d told Andy at dinner, she was taking her responsibilities over at 49ers HQ very seriously.

Fi and Moira were trying to get adjusted to West Coast time, but the jet lag hadn’t fully let go of them yet, so Andy guessed they were probably starting to get ready for bed as well.

Em and Sarah kept their own schedules, but since Em planned to talk to her family in the morning, she had likely turned in also, and where Em went, Sarah usually followed, so he was fairly certain they were both snuggling up in bed, bemoaning the lack of him there, but knowing that he would join them when he was ready.

Tala and Jade had formed a surprising friendship and had spent most of the day getting the pool house further converted into a workspace for the curvier woman. Jade was used to teaching, so he suspected she probably had also turned in relatively early.

Aisling, however, kept her schedule in tune with his, and so he knew she’d be up, and willing to watch a bit of television before turning in for the night. He’d found that she’d never seen Farscape so as of late, they’d been making a point to watch an episode or two before bed every night, and in between they’d chat a little bit about their respective days.

He was going to head down to the living room that was furthest from the bedrooms, which had sort of become the default theater room of the house, but found Ash in the kitchen, sneaking herself a pickle from the fridge, so they sat around the kitchen island to have their chat before their nightly television binge.

This particular night Andy walked Ash through what Phil had asked of him, and as he talked through it, she asked pointed questions, most of which he didn’t have an answer to, but eventually, she asked one that he hadn’t even thought of, and it all snapped into sense for him.

“So why not just use this Evie as the test case, instead of asking Jenny to do it?” she said to him.

“What?” Andy asked, as if it hadn’t even occurred to him.

“Look, she made it here safely, right?”

“Right.”

“That means she was imprinted, and if Evie’s being asked to be imprinted to Nate, that means she was already imprinted to this McCallister prick, and you can use that to analyze her blood and the effect it’s having on it. Shit, you could smear a little of McCallister’s precum onto her skin at first, check that it causes a rash, then give her a little from the guy who’s supposedly a de-imprinter, then have Nate imprint her and take her blood again. I mean, if this Evie wants to get out from under her husband, ex-husband or whatever, then she’s gotta to be willing to show she believes in all of this.”

“I don’t tell you that you’re brilliant often enough, Ash,” he said, leaning into to kiss her, which started tender but definitely amped up in intensity a bit before she pulled back, a wry smile on her face.

“You don’t, but it’s okay,” she said. “You say it lots, and lots is brilliant. Before we head to bed tonight, though, mister, I was given a request this morning, so we’re going to go and fulfill it, you and I. The request was made to me, because they were worried you might take offense to it, but I want you to know, in advance, this is what everyone wants, they’re hoping you’ll lean into it, at least a little, and the safeword, should it be needed, is limoncello. Okay?”

She was pulling him to his feet, that playful expression widening on her face, as he waggled his eyebrows. “You girls certainly do love testing me,” he told her.

“This rus escort one’s not me at all, love,” she said, sliding her arm around his waist. “It’s more of just a thing to show you what you can be capable of when it’s asked of you, and this particular play partner wants even more than you gave her last time.”

“Uh oh,” he said. “That sounds like I’m not living up to my end of the bargain.”

“Stop. No,” she said, squeezing his hip. “You did great, but the girls in question just want you to know you can and should go further.”

She led him down towards the room they’d been planning to go to anyway, the basement living room, but instead of heading for the television, Andy saw that over near where he’d usually sit, one woman was standing and another was kneeling, the room barely lit, as if the atmosphere of it was important to the ambiance of the moment.

Andy’s nighttime eyesight wasn’t great, but as they got closer, he could make out who the two people were. The woman standing was Nicolette, but she had ditched her typical French maid’s outfit for something that looked a lot more dominatrix. She wore a leather corset that was tied tight to force her tits into nearly a shelf of flesh, propped up and pushed out but still marginally covered. She also had black leather shorts, fishnet stockings and long leather high-heeled boots that came up to her mid-thigh. The heels were at least a few inches, because it made Nicolette look huge, her blonde hair done up in a tight bun atop her head.

In her hand was the end of a long leash.

At the end of the leash, on her knees, was Whitney, completely nude except for the collar around her neck, her hair done up in jetblack pigtails, her pale white flesh almost the shade of moonlight in the summer. Her arms were folded together in front of her to make her smaller breasts press together, the rosy pinkness of her nipples like strawberries, her wrists resting on top of one another, as if she expected them to be bound at some point, or maybe they already were in her mind. He could see the black curls of her pubic V peeking from between her thighs.

Ash took his hand and gave it a soft squeeze. “You did well with Whitney the first time, babes,” she whispered to him. “But you need to know you can go further, you should go further, at least every so often, and that she doesn’t just want you to do that, she’s going to get off on it. I know that part of you is in there,” she said, kissing his cheek. “We just need to wake the bastard up.”

Andy wasn’t entirely surprised by all of this, if he was being honest with himself. Early on, he thought he’d given Nicolette exactly what she wanted, and then around when all the girls had presented their friends for consideration for the house, Nicolette had told him to go even harder at her. So he had. He’d been nervous out of his mind when he’d done it, almost certain that she was going to scream for him to stop, that he was being too rough, that she didn’t want it.

Instead, she had thanked him at the end of it, and told him that she was very glad he was learning that not all of his partners enjoyed the same kind of sex, and that that wasn’t a bad thing.

His first time with Whitney had been something of an eyeopener as well, as she wanted him to go at her hard. He thought he’d done enough to satiate her desires, but apparently she wanted to take him even further. He wasn’t even entirely sure what that entailed.

“Heya Master,” Nicolette purred at him. “I think it’s time you give your little porcelain slut a real go, don’t you? She’s been itching for round two, and it’s about time you step up your game. Haven’t you, slut?” She gave Whitney a nudge with her foot, and the brunette nodded.

“Yes Master. Our first time was very nice, but you’re capable of being stronger, harsher, more forceful,” she said, not lifting her eyes. “And this slut wants to see what you’re truly capable of.”

“I’m worried your friend’s been hyping me up too much, Whitney,” Andy said, stepping closer, Aisling walking along with him, as Nicolette toyed with the end of the leash idly. “I’m not entirely sure I’m capable of what you think I am.”

“She told your slut that you bent her over a table in the hallway and pounded her slippery cunt until your cock was slick enough to jam up her ass, and then pounded her until she came so hard her knees were shaking and she couldn’t sit properly for a few days.”

“Well, I–“

“She told your slut that you grabbed a fistful of her hair and shoved her face up against the wall and pinned her there while you had your way with her, drilling her like she was just an object for you to take your pleasure from.”

Ash giggled. “It certainly sounded like that from down the hallway,” she said to him.

“Don’t you start,” he replied.

“She even told me you shoved her panties in her mouth to keep her from making too much noise, even though you like it when a slut uses filthy words, because you wanted to demonstrate how sıhhiye escort much control you had over her.”

“That wasn’t–“

“That was fucking hot was what it was, Master,” Nicolette said, licking her lips. “I almost expected you to put your hands around my throat for a bit, and that would’ve just made me cum even harder. At first, he didn’t even take them off, slut, he just tugged them aside, like they were an impediment that bothered him.”

“Your slut finds all of that very attractive, Master, and if she might be so bold,” she said, turning her icy blue eyes upwards to look at him, “she very much wants to meet that man.”

“You can do this, Andy,” Aisling whispered into his ear. “And both Nicolette and I will be right here, making sure you don’t chicken out and/or go too far, whichever you’re more afraid of.”

He inhaled a deep breath, and Whitney suddenly turned her eyes back downwards, as if she were a child caught looking at something she wasn’t supposed to. “Before I start this, I want to confirm something. Aisling told me your safeword is limoncello. Is that correct, Whitney?”

“It is, Master.”

“And you will use it if I cross a line?”

“This slut does not think you’re capable of that, Master.”

He stepped closely and reached forward, his fingertips pinching one of her nipples hard between his thumb and forefinger, seeing her wince even as she moaned a little bit. “No one knows what a man is capable of, Whitney, especially when he’s pressed too much or too hard.”

“Yes Master,” Whitney said. “Your slut apologizes Master.”

“Now answer my fucking question,” he growled. He wasn’t setting out to hurt her, but at this point, it had been made abundantly clear to him that he had a part to play, and if that was what Whitney wanted from him, it was what he intended to deliver.

“If Master his slut beyond what she is capable of withstanding, Master, she will say the word and ask for relief,” she said quietly, licking her tongue out over her bright red lips. “But until then, she implores you to have at her without mercy or reservation.”

“What limits do you have, Whitney?” he said, unbuckling his belt, grabbing the metal buckle, a simple square with a single stem in it, pulling on it to force the leather to come slowly slithering through his belt loops.

“For you, Master? None at all. Your slut will do whatever it is you ask of her.”

He snapped the end of his belt out and then bent it in half, holding it on the ends as he pushed the belt together, forming a giant circle between two lines of leather, then yanking them apart to make a loud crack as he snapped one against the other. “You seem awfully confident of that.”

He wasn’t sure who moaned the loudest at that motion, Whitney, Nicolette or Aisling.

“She is at her best when she is fulfilling her purpose, Master,” Nicolette said to him, a hint of amusement in her voice “Pleasure and pain are kissing cousins in our world.”

“Did I ask your fucking opinion?” he said sharply to Nicolette, and he felt like he must have done so very convincingly, because he could see her breath catch a moment, although he knew it was excitement he saw behind her eyes, not fear.

“No Master. Sorry Master.”

He looked down at Whitney, towering over her, as she remained perfectly still. “When Nicolette came to me and asked me to bring you into my home, Whitney, she told me of your previous partner, and how the relationship you and he had was one of total dominance and submission. That you did nothing without his permission. That you enjoyed being commanded, being told exactly what you did and did have his consent to do, and that you found freedom in surrendering your own initiative.”

“Yes Master,” Whitney said.

“I can fulfill that role for you, but it will take some adaptation on your part, because as much as you may want to surrender complete and total control to someone else… I don’t want complete and total control over someone else. Not all the time, anyway.” He traced a fingertip along her cheek, and he could feel her leaning in towards his touch, as if she took comfort from the very contact of his skin against hers. “I’m probably capable of giving you what you want. I can push and pull you into place, slap your ass while I’m thrusting my cock into one of your holes with the kind of roughness from the more disgruntled pornography I’ve seen. I think I’m likely perceptive enough to know when strikes have crossed from pleasurable pain into pure pain, at least most of time. I think I can live up to my end of the bargain on this, but there are a handful of rules that are non-negotiable, you understand?”

“Tell your slut of your rules, Master, and she will follow them,” Whitney said, pressing a kiss to his fingertip.

“They aren’t much, but they’re important to me. The first is that you will need to be in charge of your own voice, and that if you aren’t using it, I will start to doubt myself, and think I am doing something sincan escort unwelcome. Nicolette told me you’re unaccustomed to speaking without being ordered to speak, but this is a rule I’m afraid I’m going to have to insist upon. You will speak whenever you think is appropriate or even might be welcomed. If you think I am at all doubting my actions, and you want more instead of less, you will need to provide the carrot, understood.”

Whitney nodded. “She does, Master. Might you provide guidance as to how she should speak?”

“The filthier the better,” Nicolette said with a giggle, looking at Andy as if she was afraid he might scold her, but when she saw the smile on his face, she decided to elaborate. “I told you, Master loves dirty talk, so if you talk, whore, you should be talking dirty. Nothing clinical, only perverse. You do not have breasts, you have tits. You do not have a vagina, you have a pussy or a twat or a cunt. And although I know it goes against everything you’ve been taught for the last few years, you’re going to have to be a little proactive here, slut.”

Whitney frowned a little, sighing slightly. “That… makes this slut nervous, ma’am,” she said, turning to look up to Nicolette. “How will she know when it is right to remain in her place and when it is right to act unbidden?”

Andy reached down and turned Whitney’s head to look at him. “You’ll act on instinct, much like you’re entrusting me to do. And I do not expect perfection. You will make mistakes, and, frankly, I think you’ll probably enjoy being punished for them, so maybe I expect some of the mistakes will be intentional and some will be accidental, but very little in this life is truly unforgivable, Whitney, and I think we’ll both do well to remember that.”

“Yes Master,” she said, looking up at him with adoring eyes. “What other rules do you have for your slut?”

“When you want to see this particular stripe of me, Whitney, you will need to initiate it, you will need to ask for it, and not just subtly, but actually vocalize and express your desire for the closed fist instead of the open hand,” he said. “By you regularly reminding me that you enjoy this, it will reinforce in my mind what you expect out of our arrangement.”

“Did… did this slut not express it well enough before, Master?”

“With communication, Whitney, more is always better,” he said confidently. Ash had been right; he was capable of this, as long as he knew it was being requested from him. “Nicolette told me that your old Master, Bill, was too heavy handed with the pain for her tastes, and that while you could accept pain as part of the scene, it wasn’t something you wanted. But I’m starting to suspect that isn’t entirely true either, is it? I saw that shiver run down your spine at the crack of my belt. You like pain, but Bill overdid it, I’m guessing?”

“It’s… it seems improper to speak ill of the dead, Master.”

“Whitney, as unfortunate as it is, the man is dead, and now you and I are working to establish the new normal. If I do not know where to find the peaks and valleys of your sexuality, I will be unable to provide adequate comfort, and that will bring shame upon me. Now do you want me shamed?”

She looked up suddenly, shaking her head in abhorrence. “No, Master! That is the last thing your slut wants!”

“Then speak to me about what your tastes are when it comes to pain and pleasure.”

The kneeling woman bit her lip just for a moment, as if she was fighting against some long standing tradition, but Andy held his ground, his eyes looking into hers unflinchingly. “Ah… yes, Master, this… your slut does like some pain, but her old Master could, from time to time, take it too far for her liking. When the nerves are singing, it is glorious, but when they wail, your slut finds it difficult to think clearly, and is not able to fulfill her purpose to her own satisfaction.”

“Then I’m going to give you a second safety word, Whitney, a sort of yellow flag, so that you not only have a ‘stop’ code, but an ‘ease off’ code, so you can tell me that you’re nearing the point where the pain is starting to redline and you would prefer it be eased off. Since your stop code is ‘limoncello,’ why don’t we say your ease off code also be a form of liquor. Let’s say ‘galliano.’ Agreed?”

“Your slut understands and agrees, Master.”

He shook his head, clicking his tongue three times disapprovingly. “The word, Whitney. I want to hear you say it.”

She nodded. “Should the pain Master inflicts–“

“Or his partners,” he added. “The word should be applicable to Nicolette here, or anyone else I choose to lay down with.”

Whitney grinned a little bit. “Yes Master. Should the pain Master or any of his partners inflict cross from pleasurable pain to damaging pain, your slut will say ‘galliano’ as a call for easement of the pain, so that all parties remain enjoying their experience.”

“Good,” he said. “And the initiation?”

“As nervous as it may make her, Master, when your slut wants the closed fist instead of the open hand, she will implore you to tap into your most domineering streak and let that side of you run rampant all over her pliant and willing body.” She seemed uncomfortable looking directly at him for too long, but was doing her best to remain looking up at him. “Any other rules she needs to know, Master?”

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