—The Control—
Andy looked over at Milo, ''nothing is happening.'' At least not tonight, she added in her head. When she looked back towards Lu they were a lot closer together than she had realized.
The spell seemed to be broken for Lu as well. ''Yeah, I should probably head home.''
''Didn't you just drink half a bottle of wine?'' Milo asked, taking it from her. ''You can sleep in the guest bedroom if you want.''
Lu agreed to this reluctantly and made the call to Jonas that she wasn't coming home tonight. It wasn't long before all three of them called it a night. Andy watched Milo yawn as he made his way over to the bed, and closed the door behind her. ''Now, where were we?''
''You still want to do that with Lu in the next room?'' He asked.
The thought of Lu in the next room certainly didn't hurt. ''What Lu doesn't know won't hurt her,'' Andy said, pushing him down on the bed like she had done earlier.
In the two seconds she took to remove her skirt and underwear he moved up the bed, sitting up against the headboard as she straddled him. He hadn't planned on going through with this after what had just transpired, but Andy grinding against him ever so slightly was making it difficult to remember why he'd ever object to this. ''Let's just be quiet,'' he said.
''I prefer it when you make it hard to stay quiet,'' Andy whispered in his ear. She nibbled on his earlobe as her hands roamed around his torso. A giggle escaped her as she could feel Milo's tongue on her neck, teasing her there. ''What do you want me to do?'' She asked him as her hand snaked down between them until they were in his boxer shorts.
''Hmm?'' He was watching her, looking at what she was going to do next as she sat still.
''Tell me what you want me to do,'' she said. Her hand was resting on his cock and she resisted the urge to stroke it, wanting Milo to direct her. It was different from what they usually did, and a small part of her hoped that the walls were thin enough that Lu would hear everything he said. Lu. Lu who was going to sleep in the bed they had had sex in just last night as a part of christening the apartment.
''Touch me,'' he said, his voice hoarse.
She took him in her hand, ''touch you how?'' She asked teasingly. Her fingers were stroking him ever so softly but she knew it wasn't the way he liked it.
His hand landed on hers, and he looked deep into her eyes as he moved her hand up and down. They moved in sync for a bit and it wasn't long before he was hard as a rock.
As soon as the first groan came out she took her hand away, and his eyes which had been close to closing, opened. He watched her face as he flicked her clit just once in retaliation. Torturing each other was more fun anyway. He could feel her leg twitch against him and smiled. ''Two can play at that game,'' he said.
He touched her again, a bit longer this time. ''You're so wet,'' he said, feeling the slickness on her fingers.
''All for you,'' she said. She positioned herself above his cock, rubbing slightly against the tip.
''Who else?'' He asked and regretted it almost immediately. He didn't want to say anything that could possibly make her think about the woman in the next room.
She shushed him as she sank down on him, waiting just long enough to kiss him that his loud groan had already come out.
Ever since that time in the car six months ago, this had been their favorite position. It had never been as good though. The way he claimed her as his own that night. The way his hand had slapped her ass until she couldn't sit comfortably for a week. She had never loved him more. And it hadn't been the same since.
She had asked him to spank her many times since then but it hadn't been the same. That night it had been a punishment. He had given it his all and she had felt it. He never wanted to hurt her- often being too gentle for her liking in the process-, but that night he hadn't cared that much. It wasn't with the same amount of conviction when he did it now. It didn't hurt as bad, it wasn't as intense, it wasn't as good.
She had more than once been tempted to remind him of Lu to egg him on, but she didn't want to hurt him either. Their sex life was still solid, she certainly wasn't complaining, but the knowledge that it probably would never be as good again as that night was disappointing.
Nothing about what had happened with her and Delgado had been completely intentional, but while it was happening the thought that maybe it would spark something in Milo had crossed her mind more than once. To maybe piss him off just enough that he would take her, be a bit more aggressive than his usual calm self. And it had. For one night. One freaking night.
She sat still on him. Waiting to move until he begged her to the way she had begged him to use some force on previous nights.
''Andy…'' He drug out her name, grabbing her ass, ''move.''
''Make me,'' she said, wanting to see what he would do.
''What?'' He looked at her confused. ''What are you doing?''
''You want me to move?'' He gave a nod, ''well, make me.'' Her hands were resting on his shoulders; she could feel his hands on her ass moving ever so slightly as if he was unsure of how to go about this. She watched him, patiently waiting.
''Make you?'' He asked her. ''Don't you want this? Why do I have to make you do something?''
She squeezed her walls around him, ''Lu didn't seem to mind, making me.'' She said, pushing all the right buttons. She was talking quietly, she didn't care if Lu heard every moan and groan, heard all the noises, but not the part where she was comparing her and Milo. ''Taking control. Making me beg her to make me come.''
She could see him silently make a decision, and gave a small smile, daring him, to push him to do whatever. ''Get off of me,'' he told her, grabbing her hips and starting to push away.
It caught her by surprise, ''what?'' She hated that he could hear her surprise in her voice. She wanted to push him to take control, sure, but she was lying if she said she didn't want to have control over the way he took control.
He got his face close to hers, their lips almost touching. ''Get off of me,'' he said.
She could feel him flop out of her as she sat back on his knees, waiting for his reaction. Andy knew she should apologize, not bring Lu up. Milo looked away and after a moment she got off him altogether, sitting down on the bed next to him.
She couldn't look at him, not like this. She replayed what had happened in her head, trying to figure out how to go about her next move. Andy was just about to reach over to him when he got up off the bed, heading to the en-suite. She couldn't help but watch his uncovered butt as he walked away; it had always been one of his best features.
Fine. If he didn't want her she could take care of herself. She leaned back against the pillows, her hand making its way downtown. A small moan escaped as she finally touched herself in the one place she had been wanting to touch all night. Rubbing circles around her clit, occasionally slipping a finger inside, she pushed everything that had happened tonight from her mind.
She could hear the bathroom door open but ignored it. Her eyes were closed, but she could feel Milo's eyes on her. Her moans were soft but getting louder, and just for good measure she decided to softly moan Lu's name. She could feel his footsteps coming closer to the bed, they sounded calm and collected but she didn't want to open her eyes to confirm that by looking at his face. He didn't want to have sex with her. That was that, and that was okay.
She moaned again, and before it was out completely she could feel her hand get slapped away. She barely had time to open her eyes and look at him before his hand made her way into her hair and dragged her forward, down on her belly on the bed, pushing her down forcefully. Her center connected to the bunched up blanket beneath her but the brief second of pleasure it gave her was ignored in favor of getting answers from Milo.
''What are you doing?'' She asked him, trying to get him to let go as he pushed her down and held her there. His other hand finally untangled from her hair and as she tried to turn around to confront him she could feel the first blow land. The loud sound of his hand connecting to her butt cheek hit her before the sting did.
She didn't mean to cry out, and certainly not as loud as she did. She could sense a moment of hesitation coming from Milo as he waited to see if she moved away or stayed in place for another one. When she didn't move he landed a second blow, harder than the first one. He continued on with a few more and with each the line between her crying and moaning became more muddled. With each she could feel the orgasm growing in her belly.
When he stopped for more than a few seconds her hands moved down to the now swollen, red area. She could hear Milo grab something but wasn't sure what it was- and didn't dare turn around to look. She thought she could hear the door opening and for a split second she wondered if Milo had left, but her mind was too muddled to check. Milo grabbed her wrist and moved one hand away, and without thinking about the other hand followed suit. Seconds later she could hear the looped-up belt whip her.
The belt whip was harder than Milo could ever do it with his bare hand. It hurt more. This time she didn't wait to see what Milo did, her hands covering herself again. It felt good, but she instinctively protected herself from the pain. Her head felt full and heavy, taking in all the sensations. The pain, the pleasure. She could feel the throbbing and knew she was close. He shooed her hands away again and she didn't resist. ''Just one more, okay?'' She could hear Milo ask, and she could feel the belt come down again before she had even nodded.
It was mostly just a cry that accompanied her orgasm when it finally washed over her. Her moans accompanied the aftershocks. She released her grip on the blanket beneath her, wet in one place from her tears and wet in another place from her juices.
She trusted Milo, truly. And she loved him for what he had just done, truly. But right now she couldn't turn around and look at him. Couldn't face him with the knowledge that she had come just from him spanking her. 6 months ago she could've had at least said it was mostly due to him being inside her, but not this time.
His hand was on her ass, rubbing it ever so slightly. She could feel his hands on her hips and drag her to the edge of the high bed, still on her stomach. Normally he'd wait a few seconds to make sure that she knew what he was doing, their silent communication was particularly effective when they were having sex. But this time there was not a second of it, his cock thrusting inside her from behind without giving it a second thought.
He had never been this rough before, pounding away behind her. Something about being used as a living sex doll worked for her though. She didn't give him any cues as to what tempo to use, but he soon settled on something that was more so working for him than for her.
Her hand snuck beneath her, on its way to her clit before he grabbed her arm and threw it down on the bed. ''No,'' was all she heard as he dug his fingers into her hips. Her hand grabbed the sheet instead. She tried to move a bit to at least have friction against the blanket but Milo wouldn't have any of it. She bit her lips as she could feel him move in and out of her. It was different from any other time that they had been together. It wasn't half bad.
Sure, she would never reach orgasm the way he was going about it. But knowing that he had complete control over her, knowing that he was using her just the way he wanted, it was a bit of a turn on.
One of his hands was between her shoulder blades, keeping her down and she buried her face in the sheets. She could hear him groaning and panting behind her, and every few thrusts when he hit just the right spot a moan would come from her- other than that she was just whimpering. At times it almost seemed like he was doing his best to not hit that spot, to make sure that she knew he was doing this for his pleasure not hers. He kept at it for maybe another minute before he came, his cum filling her.
He slipped out of her. She laid still, not wanting to move only to be pushed back down by Milo. She could feel the his cum dripping out of her, the warm liquid running down her inner thighs and she couldn't help but wonder how Milo felt about this. Her ass sticking up in the air, swollen and bruised, as was her pussy.
Tears were still running down her face and she wasn't sure why.
''Enjoying the show?'' The question coming from Milo confused her, and she was just about to raise her head when she heard Lu respond. Not gonna lie, she had completely forgotten about Lu staying over. Had forgotten about her plan to let Lu hear her, not that there was any doubt in her mind that she had.
It was difficult enough to let Milo see her like this, she couldn't believe that Lu had watched all of it; had seen the enjoyment she had gotten from the pain, had seen the way she had let Milo use her.
Her face was facing away from the door where Lu stood, and Andy was aware Lu and Milo were talking but the words weren't coming in. All she wanted was to roll up into a ball and be alone. She had wanted what had happened but it had been overwhelming, every nerve in her body standing on high alert.
She didn't realize how hard she was gripping the sheets until Milo took her hands, his arms encircling her, pulling her down onto the ground and against him between his legs, face buried in his chest. She didn't know how long they sat there, how long he held her; all she knew was that it helped.
Lu sat down on the floor next to them and Milo hesitated for a second before he let her pull Andy to her. Andy could feel the faded cotton shirt she had lend Lu to sleep in, against her cheek. She sat facing away from Lu, had not wanted to look at her at all, but now burying her head against the body that seemed to be molded against her perfectly, she felt perfectly safe. It wasn't the same as Milo's bare skin but she wasn't about to complain. Milo got up off the floor and she could hear him go into the bathroom.
Andy could feel Lu wipe the hair away from her face, behind her ear as she planted a few kisses on Andy's neck. One of her arms was around her stomach, holding Andy against her as she ever so slightly rocked them back and forth. Andy pulled her knees up to her chest, giving herself some sense of security, feeling less exposed to Lu despite the fact that she had already seen everything.
She could hear Milo's tentative footsteps coming back into the room and after a few seconds dared to look up at him. She knew that the question what now was written all over her face, but he didn't seem to have a shred of uncertainty on his.
He had listened to her, and he had a plan.