“Oh, no fair,” she panted. She slowly pushed herself upright again. “You’re supposed to let me do it. I’m the sex-crazed nymphomaniac, remember?”
“You won’t let me forget.”
“Mmm, I know. Now, stop talking, please. I need to concentrate.” She closed her eyes and began moving her hips.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Better. Now, where were we? Oh, right. Happy, happy fuck toy.”
* * *
“Which way?” Carter asked when we reached the main road.
I pointed.
“Thanks for letting me drive,” he said as he shifted into second. The engine revved to a howl before he shifted again. Then he stood on the accelerator, and we left the speed limit in the dust. I thought he might let off when we hit a hundred, but we raced past it like it was standing still.
At that point I began to wonder about the takeoff speed of an Audi Quattro. And part of me expected to see a couple of fighter jets on an intercept course from NORAD. At the very least, I looked for blue lights in the side mirror. The road was empty, though, and the sky too. Carter eventually mashed the clutch, let off the gas, and coasted back to double digits. Then he heaved a huge sigh of satisfaction.
“Whoo! That was fun! This is the same car they race in Europe,” he added in a calmer voice. “It’s a 2.1-liter inline five. Turbocharged.”
“It’s fast, all right,” I agreed.
“One thirty, easy. And it handles like a dream. All-wheel drive.”
I couldn’t help but think of Trip and all the “manly” things we’d talked about when he’d bought the GTI.
“It’s cute, too,” I said to Carter, who looked askance. “Very red.”
His puzzlement deepened.
“Long story. Don’t ask.”
“Right. So, the reason I wanted to come with you this morning…”
“You wanna talk about swinging. And now that you’ve had a chance to sleep on it…?”
“You know what I’m going to say.”
“Probably,” I admitted. “But you still need to say it.”
“I want you to fuck Kim. Use her, abuse her, make her write bad checks.”
“Seriously?” I laughed.
“Well, don’t be too rough, but I know you’re into that sort of thing. The girls’ve been talking. You and I have more in common than I first thought.”
“Oh?”
“Ropes… handcuffs… riding crops? Sound familiar?”
“Yeah.”
“Me too. Kim isn’t into pain as much as Christy— I only know from what she told Kim,” he added quickly. “I’d never ask her personal questions without your permission.”
“Oh. Okay. I wouldn’t mind, I guess, but… This is probably the point where I admit that I don’t know the etiquette.”
“Seriously?” He looked at me sideways. “I thought you were in the scene.”
“I’m in the lifestyle,” I said hopefully, although I wasn’t sure it was the same thing.
“But… Kim said— Ah, right. Now I get it. I keep forgetting you’re only twenty-one. Sorry, I don’t mean to keep bringing that up,” he added, “but it’s easy to forget. Although it explains why you don’t have much experience with the scene. BDSM. At least, no formal experience.”
“No. Only what we’ve tried on our own. And what we’ve read in magazines.”
“Bondage Classics? Bound to Please?”
“No,” I laughed. “More vanilla. Penthouse and Variations.”
“Ah, right. Some good stuff in those, but basic. Nothing hard core.”
“That’s what I’m starting to realize.”
He chuckled. “I know how you feel. How I felt when we started talking about swinging. Completely out of your depth, right?”
“Exactly.”
“I’d be happy to teach you,” he said. “It’s the least I can do after you’ve been so cool with swinging. Thanks again, by the way. This week’s been everything we hoped. And Kim’s sex drive’s been in high gear since we met you.”
“Ours too,” I admitted.
“I thought so.”
“Turn here,” I said as we approached the road that led to Granville’s house.
Carter downshifted and powered into the turn at a speed that would’ve sent a normal car into the ditch. The Audi’s all-wheel drive kept us on the road, and he accelerated into the straightaway. Trees whipped past us in a blur. He let off the gas and coasted. “Sorry. I can’t drive like that with Kim in the car. I shouldn’t do it at all. Not on an unfamiliar road.”
“Just don’t kill us.”
He chuckled and slowed to a saner speed. “Right. I’ll be cool. Besides, I can’t talk when I’m concentrating on the road. Too dangerous. So, how far to this guy’s house?”
“A few minutes.”
“Long enough to finish what we were talking about.” He checked the mirrors as an excuse to organize his thoughts. “I’ll tell Kim you’re in charge when we get back to camp. Total control, do whatever you like, nothing’s off-limits. Well, a few things,” he amended. “She isn’t ready for anal. I’ll train her eventually, but we aren’t there yet.”
I nodded.
“Mild pain is fine, but nothing serious. She gets quiet when she doesn’t like something, so you’ll be able to tell. Pull her hair, slap her ass, that sort of thing is fine. But this is her first time with another guy. It’s a big step for her, so—”
“Don’t make it so rough that she doesn’t want to do it again.”
“Right. I knew you’d understand.”
“I’m not really into pain,” I said. “Not for myself. I do it ’cause Christy likes it.”
“Ah.” He glanced at me sideways. “What about the rest? The bondage?”
“That’s Christy too.”
He chuckled at a thought.
“What?”
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I was a bit worried I might not have fun with her. I like blowjobs as much as the next guy, but… they’re a little tame for my taste.”
“You like the control,” I said.
“Right. Tying her up and teasing her until she begs me to let her come.” He chuckled again. “Kim enjoys it because she likes making me happy, but… it sounds like Christy’s into it for real.”
“Big time,” I agreed.
“Kim’s more like you. She’s a natural sub, but she enjoys the straight sex more than the other stuff.”
I nodded.
“Do you mind turning Christy over to me for the rest of the day? I promise, she’ll love and regret every minute. Sex is off-limits, but I can tie her up and—”
“Use her like a fuck toy?”
“Something like that,” he agreed.
“I think she’d like that.”
“Cool. And one last thing. Do you know what a safe word is? I’ll need to—”
I chuckled and added, “We’re not complete novices. We know that much, at least.”
“Good. Kim’s is ‘red.’ Like the color. Stop everything if she says that.”
I nodded. “Christy’s is ‘bacon.’”
“Right. Makes sense.” He grinned, and Granville’s house came into sight.
“Perfect timing,” I said.
“Almost like I planned it that way,” Carter agreed. He parked in front of the house and looked at his watch. “Two minutes early. Close enough. Kim said the meeting’s mostly a formality?”
“At this stage, yes.”
“Then we can run the rest of our errands. Because I am dying to get back to the girls and get things going.”
* * *
We spent two excruciating hours with Granville, nearly half of it making small talk before he even looked at my drawings. And when he finally did, he talked about his own designs, from a high-rise in Miami to a bank headquarters in Charlotte. Carter read my frustration and growing impatience.
“It sounds like you’ve done just about everything,” he said to Granville. “You could probably do the camp project in your sleep.”
“No, no,” the old man insisted. “Every project has its own unique challenges.”