NAHTANIEL

“Hold the smoke in your lungs,” She told me, and she demonstrated with her own cigarette.

It was a rush, smoking in my room. Especially when I was only sixteen. My best friend, nineteen, was a total catalyst for the corruption that every teenager went through at some point. She had brought alcohol that we hadn’t touched yet, and the January breeze coming in through my opened window made her sit nearer to me than she normally would.

I pulled in on the cigarette, forgot what I was supposed to be doing until it was too late, and let the smoke out of my lungs anyway.

“You goof,” Lauren laughed, and held her cigarette up to her lips. “Here. I’ll inhale, and blow it into your mouth, and when you inhale, don’t exhale right away.”

I nodded, and she perched up on her knees, taking a drag and pressing her lips to mine; I sat stone still when she opened her mouth against mine, until she pinched me, making me gasp in pain. She moved as though she were kissing me, but only smoke fell out of her mouth into mine.

I giggled softly when she pulled away.

“That’s just some pseudo-excuse to kiss me,” I jested.

“Morgan,” She sighed, exasperated. “If I wanted to kiss you, I’d just kiss you.”

“Oh,” I said, raising an eyebrow, but I didn’t have to pretend as hard to be upset this time. “So you don’t want to kiss me.”

Someone was whimpering in the room, and it was almost hard to tell exactly who it was, with the three of us all tangled up on the small twin-sized bed. Fire ran along my spine, stretching over the skin over my ribs, my hips, my shoulders, and my neck. Someone’s teeth bit into the crook of my shoulder, and I was torn between whimpering in pleasure and shrieking in pain.

“Morgan’s never been whipped before.”

Someone’s rough hands pushed hard enough on my hip to get me to roll over onto my stomach. My shirt had been taken off already – all of ours had – but my bra was still there. The same rough hands – Jonathon’s, since he was the only guy there with Lauren and I – held my hands above my head.

The sharp lick of Lauren’s cat-o-nine-tails kissed the skin right above my pant’s waistline. My flesh was screaming, and so was my mind, and so was I. My back was already raw from Lauren’s nails, and Jonathon’s teeth, and the pain brought me back to my own mind long enough to recognize that this was wrong. God hated bisexuals, and there were two right here. He hated adultery, and here was Lauren and her boyfriend, seducing her younger brother’s girlfriend.

The words had barely left my mouth when hers stole them from me. She pushed me back against my headboard, and the cigarettes found their own way into the ashtray that I had taken from the living room. Her hands were on my face, in my hair, pulling and tugging until she tore a moan from my mouth.

“You like pain, huh?”

Her voice was a hiss in my ear, and my head bobbed up and down in a nod. She grinned wickedly, and her teeth grazed over the pulse in my neck until I squirmed underneath of her. Fire shot through my veins the second she took my skin between her teeth, and I bit down on my lip at the same time she bit into my nerves to keep myself from crying out and waking up my mother.

“Scream for me,” She hissed before pushing her hand under my back and dragging her nails down my spine.

I cried out, my sounds muffled by the pillows on Lauren’s bed. The whip cracked a second before it bit into my skin, and I shrieked again. The whip stopped attacking me, and nails pulled at my skin until I squirmed away from them. The hands on my wrists tightened, and one of Lauren’s hands pulled my head up by my hair.

“Oh, my, Nathaniel.” Her breath was hot against my neck, which she immediately scraped her teeth along. “Your masochism might just get you beaten to death.”

Jonathon laughed huskily; I knew he was enjoying watching his girlfriend and her girlfriend in their acts of lust. Or love. Whatever we wanted to call this. I did love her. And I knew that she loved me, too. She was even in love with me. But she had said that that weekend in January was all that we were allowed to touch each other. And now, almost four months later, she was using her sadism and my masochism to her advantage.

“You’re mine,” She hissed in my ear. “And I will show you that you’re mine.” She looked over her shoulder at John and whispered something.

As suddenly as he had placed me on my stomach, I was laying on my back, and my arms were being tied to rings screwed into the headboard on Lauren’s bed; I hadn’t noticed them before. She reached up over my head, and pulled a spiked collar off the wall, but instead of putting around my neck, she put it around my mouth and attached a short leash to it.

“You’re going to beg me to finish you when I’m through with you,” She hissed with a wicked smile.

It didn’t make much sense, but I was far enough gone not to care.

“You’re like Nathaniel, you know.”

Lauren and I were lying back against my headboard and I was snuggled into her side. She was flipping through one of the Anita Blake books that lined my bookshelf, and she smiled softly.

“You are Nathaniel,” She mused again. “And I’m Anita.” I looked up at her questioningly and she explained. “You’re very much the submissive. You need to be needed, and you need to need. And I… need you. I need you to love and to hurt and to dominate.”

I purred happily as she stroked my hair.

Cold air sent my body into convulsions, but I couldn’t figure out why I was cold. I looked down, and I saw that my pajama bottoms were gone. I should have said stop, but I didn’t. I couldn’t.

Lauren took my lower lip away from the collar, biting into it until it would swell. She kissed up my jaw until she got to my ear, and she pulled down sharply on the lobe with her teeth. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I sighed around the leather. She jerked my head to one side with the help of the leash and fed on my flesh with her teeth.

Something cold touched the inside of my right thigh, and I jumped before I realized that Lauren was moving the fabric of my red, Victoria’s Secret thong to one side, and I was squirming under her touch.

John handed her something, and it was oddly shaped, but also in a shape that I recognized. It was purple with a white base, and only with the sounds of the vibrations started did I realize what it was.

“Cover her mouth,” Lauren hissed, and John’s hand covered the collar around my mouth.

White hit my eyes immediately when she pressed the small, moving square against the most sensitive part of my folds. I was squirming against her hand, whimpering against John’s, and I almost passed out from the heightened sensations when Lauren shoved the spinning length of the vibrating dildo inside of me. Her head disappeared, and I only knew what she was doing when the cold air hit me more sharply than it had just seconds ago.

“Do you want me to continue?”

I nodded, and she laughed wickedly as she dragged her nails down the inside of my thigh.

“I love you, Morgan,” She cooed as we rolled over to sleep. “My wonderful, lovely Nathaniel.”