“Good. Besides, those were all dick recipes. Why not bearded clams or fur burgers?”
“Well, the girls’re shaved. And I didn’t think of them. You stopped me before I hit my stride.”
“Thank God for that!” he laughed.
“Yeah, fair enough. But seriously,” I added, “dinner doesn’t matter. We’ll probably be too tired to care.”
“I’ll care.”
“Then we’ll be impressed by what you throw together with the ingredients we have.”
He grinned. “Christy said you’re relentlessly positive.”
“Yeah, it’s pretty annoying.”
“Nah, it’s cool.”
“Thanks.” I tossed my chin toward the pool. “Ready for a swim?”
“I’m ready to get things going.”
“That too.”
We shed our clothes and left the cool of the clubhouse. The heat outside felt like a physical thing, a muggy blanket that tried to smother us. Carter glanced around at the patio tables.
“I thought we’d play out here,” he said, “but on second thought…”
“Air conditioning,” I agreed, “much nicer.”
“Right.”
The girls stirred at the sound of our voices as we approached.
“You’re back,” Kim said. “What took you so long?”
Carter mentioned a name I didn’t recognize. “Paul’s architect is like him,” he explained. “He talked our ear off till noon.”
“Oh. That’s too bad.”
“Then we had lunch in town. The food was excellent,” he added to Christy, which was a small exaggeration. He smiled at me with a polite request not to give him away. “Thanks for the recommendation.”
“Did you try the peach pie?”
“No, they had chocolate pecan today.”
“Ooh, was it yummy?”
“Delicious. We should’ve brought some back for you,” he added, “but I didn’t even think of it. I’ll do better next time.”
“That’s okay.”
“You want an afternoon snack?” I asked her.
She gave us a coy look. “What kind of snack?”
“The kind you have to work for.”
“Mmm, my favorite.”
Kim read Carter’s expression and perked up as well.
“Hon,” he said, “we’re going to trade for the rest of the day. Paul’s in charge. Do everything he tells you. And I mean everything. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Paul knows your safe word,” he added, “but I don’t think you’ll need it.”
She smiled and glanced at me with growing excitement.
“Same deal,” I said to Christy. “Carter’s in charge. He won’t have sex with you, but he can do anything else. He knows your safe word as well. Is that clear?”
She nodded.
“Don’t just nod,” Carter snapped at her. “Answer him when he asks you a question.”
“Yes, sir,” she said immediately. “I’m sorry, sir.”
I was a bit surprised that he’d taken command so quickly, but I probably shouldn’t have been.
“Paul’s done a good job training you so far,” he added, “but I’m going to give you some instruction. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”
“Don’t thank me. Thank Paul. It was his idea.”
“Thank you, sir,” she said to me.
“Right,” Carter said. “Now, stand up. Over here.” He snapped and pointed, and she moved like she’d been spanked. “Good girl. We’re going to work on your posture.” He paused and said to Kim, “Hon, run inside and get your toy bag.”
“Yes, sir.”
Carter returned his attention to Christy, but I watched Kim’s breasts bounce as she jogged off. They were enough to make my pulse quicken, even from behind. Carter continued critiquing Christy’s stance until Kim returned with a denim overnight bag.
“Good girl,” Carter said to her. Then he held it up for Christy to see. “Do you know what’s in here?”
“Toys, sir?”
“They’re tools, my dear. Tools to help you learn. Are you ready to learn?”
“Yes, sir. Please teach me.”
He chuckled, low and confident, and Christy swallowed hard. Then she shot a nervous glance at me.
Carter immediately swatted her ass. It was surprisingly light, much lighter than I would’ve done, but she still inhaled sharply.
“Eyes forward,” he said, deceptively calm.
“Yes, sir.”
He moved in front of her, cupped her chin, and raised it firmly. He looked into her eyes. “From now on,” he said, still calm, “you pay attention to me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
He released her and moved behind her, just out of the angle of her vision. Then he touched her hip. She flinched but continued looking forward.
“Good girl.” He caressed her ass before he gently probed between her legs. Her chest rose and fell as her excitement built, and her nipples tightened to small brown points.
“Very good,” he said, his voice still calm and soothing.
She gasped when his fingers found her pussy. He continued teasing her, and she swayed slightly before she glanced at me.
Carter reacted instantly. “Eyes forward!” He swatted her ass.
Christy reacted to the psychological impact as much as the physical one. “Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir.”
Beads of sweat dotted Carter’s lip and forehead, and his thick cock was already stiff. I couldn’t understand how anyone could be aroused by something so simple.
Different strokes, I reminded myself.
“Are you ready to head inside?” Carter asked me.
“What? Oh, no. I still want to go for a swim and cool off.”
He nodded once and then grinned. “Whatever you want. You’re in charge. But don’t wear yourself out. I still want to watch you fuck her.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” I told him. “I’m good for several rounds. Five or six, at least.”
Christy grinned and rolled her eyes, although she managed to recover her expression before Carter caught her. Still, he knew from my reaction that she must’ve done something. He swatted her ass for good measure.
“It seems we have some work to do,” he told her. “Inside. Now.”
“Yes, sir.”
He picked up the denim bag and followed her.
* * *
I turned to Kim when the door closed behind them.
“Join me for a swim?”
“Of course,” she answered automatically. She began taking off her rings and gave me a suggestive look. “Sir.”
“You can relax,” I said. “And you don’t have to call me ‘sir.’”
Her eyebrows knitted.
“Carter said you like straight sex more than being controlled.”
“I like making him happy. Um… sir.”
“You don’t have to call me ‘sir,’” I repeated.
“No, sir. I mean, no.” She frowned again. “I mean, okay?”
“That works,” I chuckled.
Her expression brightened. “Would you like me to—?”
I waited, and her frown returned.
“What should I call you?”
I relented, “‘Sir’ is fine. You seem more comfortable with it anyway.”
“Thank you, sir,” Kim said. “I want to make you happy.”
“You do. And you will. Five or six times. But let’s go for a swim first.” I took her hand and led her around the pool to the steps. We both sighed as the cool water swirled around us. Then we shared a grin.
I pulled her with me toward the deep end. She followed to the drop-off before she let go of my hand. She didn’t want to get her hair wet, and I wasn’t the kind of jerk to make her. I swam backward and enjoyed the sight of her instead.
Her breasts were still above the water, and they were amazing. They weren’t as full or large as Lily’s, but she was slimmer, so they fit her frame better. She blushed when she saw the direction of my gaze, although she didn’t try to hide from it. She watched me instead, without a hint of Lily’s teenage innocence. She knew exactly what we were about to do, and she was looking forward to it.
I swam back to the shallow end and led her with my eyes. She followed, until I stood with my back to the clubhouse and leaned against the wall. She stood in front of me, curious and a little nervous, but with a ripple of excitement just beneath the surface.