Completely naked, Freya sat at the kitchen table, her bare skin cool against the wooden chair. To her right, Erik was engrossed in a stack of papers, his brow furrowed in concentration. To her left sat Tor, who, just minutes ago, had been passionately entangled with Sigrid at the same table. Freya was the only one entirely undressed, save for two leather cuffs around her wrists and a buttplug nestled inside her, which Tor had inserted earlier. The sensation was impossible to ignore, stirring with every slight movement she made.
Curiosity got the better of her. “What’s next?” Freya asked, her voice tinged with anticipation after Erik had instructed her to finish her tea for the “second round.” She didn’t expect a real answer, but Erik’s mysterious glance caught her off guard. “I believe there’s still a plug in your backside,” he remarked calmly, his tone almost teasing.
Freya averted her eyes, taking a sip of her tea to hide her flush. The plug was far from forgotten—it seemed to pulse with life every time she shifted. She drained her cup and set it down, her heart racing. She knew the plug would soon be removed. Would Erik do it? Would he take her anally afterward? The thought sent a shiver through her.
Erik remained composed, pretending to read his report, though his attention was elsewhere. He was waiting to see if Tor would take the lead and guide Freya upstairs. When Tor hesitated, Erik wondered what held him back. Was Tor, an experienced Dominant, intimidated by his presence? Or was it something else—shame, perhaps? Unlikely. Maybe Tor just needed a nudge.
“Go upstairs,” Erik said to Freya, his voice steady but firm. “Sit on the bed and wait.” His calm gaze met hers, carrying that commanding edge that made her pulse quicken.
Freya lowered her eyes and stood, feeling the weight of his authority. Erik had a way of shifting from warm and approachable to stern and unyielding in an instant, leaving her both intimidated and intrigued. She left the kitchen and climbed the stairs, the plug’s presence amplifying with each step.
“Let her wait a bit,” Erik said to Tor once she was gone. “It’s good for eager subs like her. How did it go upstairs? I left that plug out to tease her, honestly. I didn’t expect you’d actually use it. Did it go okay?”
Tor nodded faintly. “I blindfolded her and cuffed her wrists, but then I froze. My eyes landed on the plug, and… well, it just happened.”
Erik understood. “There’s no manual for being a Dominant,” he said with a reassuring tone. “I only plan how to start a session. After that, it’s all instinct. If I’m stuck, I ask what she wants. Subs often have great ideas.”
“Are you talking about your wife or Freya?” Tor asked, curious.
Erik shrugged nonchalantly. “Does it matter? Maybe I’ll let them come up with something fun for each other.”
Sigrid laughed. “That’s a delicious idea.”
Erik ignored her, focusing on Tor. “Think you can take it from here?”
Tor shook his head slowly. “I’ve never done this before,” he admitted.
“Neither has she,” Erik replied calmly. “I can give you tips or guide you, but you need to take the lead.”
Tor met his gaze, uncertainty flickering. “I don’t know where to start. How do you approach it?”
Leaning back, Erik’s tone was relaxed but deliberate. “Start by removing the plug. Push it, pull it gently. Let her enjoy it, help her relax.”
Tor nodded thoughtfully. “Then grab some lube and… go for it?”
Erik considered this. It was a straightforward approach, but Freya’s nervousness might cause her to tense up. “You probably won’t even need lube,” he said. “She’s wet enough, trust me. Fuck her pussy while holding the wand to her clit. When she comes, she’ll practically push you out. That’s when you slide into her ass.”
Tor hesitated. “Can you do it?”
Erik grinned. “I could, but I won’t. How did it feel putting the plug in?”
Tor thought for a moment. “It was spontaneous. I was careful, and it went fine.”
“Fucking her ass will be easier,” Erik assured him. “Just make sure she’s not overthinking it—right before or after her orgasm is best. She’ll be wet enough to go without lube.”
“You’ve got this,” Sigrid added, giving Tor’s knee a gentle squeeze. “Go on, she’s waiting.”
Upstairs, Freya sat on the bed, nerves buzzing. Why were they making her wait so long? She suspected Erik was coaching Tor, laying out plans for what they’d do next. They’d remove the plug, she was sure of that. Would they tie her up and take her ass afterward? Her fingers fidgeted as her mind raced. She was both anxious and bored. How long had it been—five minutes? Fifteen? It felt like forever.
Just as she considered peeking into the hallway, the door opened. Tor stepped inside and, to her surprise, closed it behind him. Was Erik not joining them?
“Are you ready?” Tor asked, his voice bolder than he felt, masking his nerves.
Freya glanced at the door, half-expecting Erik to barge in. “Is Erik not coming?” she blurted out.
Tor approached the bed casually. “Is my cock not enough for you anymore?” he teased, no hint of jealousy in his tone—just playful banter.
“A little variety is always nice,” she shot back, smirking. “He’s so deliciously dominant.”
“And I’m not?” Tor stepped closer, standing over her. He fought to keep a straight face. This was a game, and she wasn’t craving her gentle boyfriend right now—she wanted to submit.
“Different,” she replied, her voice softer.
Tor placed a knee on the bed and gently pushed her back. She yelped in surprise as she fell onto her back, instinctively pulling her legs up to meet his gaze.
“Shall I take that plug out?” he asked.
Freya nodded. “Please,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Recalling Erik’s advice, Tor brought his hand to the plug. Freya held her breath, bracing herself. Instead of removing it, he pressed gently, pushing it deeper. She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan. “That feels so strange,” she murmured.
Tor tugged at the plug, watching as its curve emerged, only to push it back in. “Good strange?” he asked. “Or should I stop?”
“Don’t stop,” she breathed, moaning again.
He continued moving the plug slowly, noticing her muscles relax. Could he slide himself in once it was out? He pulled the plug free entirely, and Freya sighed with pleasure, her eyes fluttering open. Sensing her nerves, Tor followed Erik’s advice.
“Easy,” he said soothingly. “I’m not going in your ass yet.” He knelt by the bed, his tongue finding her clit. She moaned, closing her eyes as she surrendered to the sensation.
She was soaking wet. He slid two fingers into her pussy, and it felt like she was pulling him in. Her head fell back, and she moaned again. “Fuck, Tor,” she gasped. “That’s so good.”
Tor savored her taste, alternating between sucking and licking her clit while his fingers worked inside her. She grabbed her breasts, squeezing them hard as her moans turned to gasps. “Can I come?” she asked, struggling to speak as the pressure built.
But Tor pulled his hand away and stood. She groaned in frustration. “I was so close!” she protested, only to gasp as he thrust his cock deep into her pussy.
“You complain too much,” he teased with a grin. “Maybe that’s why Erik got that gag. I might need one for you.”
Freya moaned as he began thrusting, her eyes closing as she let herself sink into the pleasure. His cock slid deep, withdrew, then plunged back in. “Fuck, this is amazing,” she whispered.
Tor pulled out, his cock glistening with her arousal. Her lips parted, wet and inviting, and her asshole remained slightly open from the plug. He thrust back into her pussy, pounding harder.
“Fuck!” she cried, lost in ecstasy. “I’m so close! Can I come?”
“No,” Tor said, though he doubted she could hold back. Her pussy grew wetter, making it harder for him to stay inside. Taking a deep breath, he pulled out, positioned his slick tip at her asshole, and pushed forward. With surprising ease, he slid in and began moving slowly.
Freya gripped the mattress. Had he meant to enter her there, or was it a mistake? It felt strange but not painful, so she said nothing, letting herself enjoy it.
“Is it good?” he asked, still moving inside her.
She nodded, eyes closed. “Really unique,” she replied.
“God, you’re so tight,” he groaned, her wetness making it smooth. “I should’ve done this sooner.”
Freya smiled, gazing up at him. “Better than my pussy?”
Tor gripped her thighs. “Different,” he said. “Your pussy’s wetter and probably tastes better. Play with your clit.”
Surprised by his command, she hesitated. She wanted him to do it, but his look told her to obey. “Play with your clit,” he repeated, giving a deep thrust. She moaned loudly, grabbing his wrists.
Tor didn’t flinch. He pulled out, ignoring her protests. “Turn over,” he said.
“Okay, I’ll do it,” she said quickly.
“Too late,” he replied. “Turn over.” She met his gaze briefly before flipping onto her knees at the bed’s edge. “Stay like that,” he instructed.
She heard him walk away, open a drawer, and take something out. What was it? A whip? She didn’t think he’d go that far. When he returned, he slid back into her ass. “Your ass is addictive,” he said approvingly.
“No punishment for not touching my clit?” she asked, leaning on her hands and knees, moaning as he thrust again.
“You’re addictive,” she countered, smiling.
Tor leaned forward, pressing a wand into her hand. “Put this on your clit,” he said.
She brought the wand to her pussy and turned it on, the vibrations intense. “Oh fuck!” she cried.
“Harder,” Tor commanded.
She pressed the button, and the wand’s intensity increased. “Fuck, I can’t take this!” she gasped.
Tor grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. “Keep it there,” he said, thrusting harder. He was close to climaxing, her tight ass pushing him to the edge.
“Can I come?” she begged.
He slapped her ass, making her arch her back. “Please,” she pleaded. “I can’t hold it!”
He slapped her other cheek, then gave two more. “Come,” he said. His balls slapped against her thighs with each thrust.
Freya screamed as she orgasmed, pulling the wand away and turning it off. With a groan, Tor thrust once more, coming deep inside her ass. He rested a hand on her hip, panting. “Your ass is incredible,” he said, satisfied.
Freya collapsed onto the bed, grinning. “That was better than I expected,” she said, basking in the afterglow.
Tor kissed her back. “I’m going to wash up,” he said, leaving for the bathroom.
Later, they returned to the kitchen. Erik had shifted his chair, reading a paper, while Sigrid knelt before him, clearly pleasuring him. He looked up as they entered. “How’d it go?” he asked. Tor grinned, giving a thumbs-up. Erik set the paper down. “Well done, I’m proud of you both.” Sigrid started to rise, but Erik gently pushed her back. “Keep going,” he said calmly. “If you two want drinks, grab them yourselves. We’re a bit busy.”
“I can see that,” Tor replied with a grin, heading to the fridge. “Want anything?”
“Please,” Erik said, gathering Sigrid’s hair and guiding her deeper. “She was a bit cheeky,” he explained. “Had to shut her up.”
Tor poured drinks and set them on the table. “I had the same urge with Freya,” he said, sitting. “Though I considered a gag.”
Freya chuckled. “His cock was already busy elsewhere,” she teased.
Erik leaned back. “How was getting fucked in the ass?” he asked casually, as if inquiring about the time.
Freya took a sip of her drink. “It was intense,” she said. “Unexpected. I thought he might’ve missed at first, but it didn’t hurt. He had me hold the wand on my clit while he… fucked me.”
Erik raised an eyebrow. “You mean fucked,” he corrected. “Don’t be shy. Say it like it is.”
She blushed and nodded. “I’ll do better.”
Erik pulled Sigrid up by her hair. “We’ll finish this later,” he said calmly.
“Yes, sir,” Sigrid replied with a mischievous smile, standing.
“No need to stop for us,” Tor said, grinning. “We didn’t hold back upstairs. It’s your house.”
Sigrid sat, smiling sweetly. “Can’t risk spilling our drinks if he throws me over the table.”
“That only happened once,” Erik said with a smirk.
Freya looked at Tor happily. “We usually don’t make it out of the bedroom,” she said. “Living with my parents limits things. Luckily, my mom’s often on night shifts, so we get some freedom.”
Erik pushed his papers aside. “Go for it, here’s your chance.”
Freya laughed. “Not now, you joker!” she said. “I need to recover from earlier.”
“Was it that intense?” Erik asked, eyebrow raised.
Freya squeezed Tor’s hand. “He was more dominant than I expected,” she said. “He didn’t hold back and even spanked me a few times.”
Erik glanced at Tor, who tried to hide a proud smile. “Well done,” he said. “Soon, you won’t need us.”
“It’s exciting with you two around,” Freya admitted. “It let Tor really let loose, but it’s thrilling when you join in.”
Sigrid laughed wickedly. “I bet she’s already imagining being chained up with a cock in her pussy and another in her ass.”
Freya grinned, the thought sparking a tingle. “I’m not opposed,” she said.
Erik sipped his drink, then fixed his gaze on Freya. “So, you want to be used by two people?” he asked coolly.
She avoided his eyes, giving a small nod.
“And where does Sigrid fit in?” he pressed. “You know she’s a switch—comfortable in any role.”
“I don’t know,” Freya admitted.
Erik’s gaze was unwavering. “Next time, no underwear,” he said. “Wear a skirt or dress. I want you accessible, as you should be. And it’s warm enough, so leave your coat at home.”
Freya hesitated. “But my nipples will show,” she said.
Erik’s lip curled. “Is that a problem?”
She swallowed, biting her lip. “Okay, no underwear, no coat, just a dress or skirt,” she agreed.
“And maybe a vibrating egg to get you ready,” Tor added.
Erik raised an eyebrow. “Is that an order or a question?”
Tor straightened. “An order,” he said firmly. “No underwear, a dress or skirt, and a vibrating egg.”
Freya wavered. “What if someone notices?”
“Then they’ll know I’m lucky to have such a horny little sub,” Tor replied with a grin.
