Page 68 of Monarch
“Are you ready for me?” Lex says loud enough for it to carry throughout the room. This is not xir first time on this stage after all.
“Yes,” Anneke says in a breathy voice. “Please.”
“Please, Sir,” Lex tells her as xe rubs lube up and down xir dick, which is out of sight. I feel a twinge of pain. That’s the Dom name xe had me call xem. Unoriginal, yes, but it was ours. For a while.
“Yes, please, Sir. Fuck me.”
“You want it hard, right?” Lex demands even if what xe is saying is actually a very courteous check-in. Xe always was a master at consent, and I always remember how surprising I found that when I first played with xem when xe had a habit of blurring other rules and completely dodging others outside of kink.
“So hard, Sir,” Anneke begs, and she’s just as good. Just as perfect a performer.
“Very well.” Lex grips Anneke’s hips and lines xemself up. I hold my breath, waiting for that first thrust as if it’s my own body anticipating it. I feel Mari’s hand quicken and tighten around me. I wonder if they feel it too. All this arousal from watching Lex up there.
“Brace yourself,” Lex says in a low but loud voice. Xe looks up and I swear, I swear on all the higher powers in the universe, xe looks right at our table, at Mari and me, and then xe adds, “I’m not going to be kind to you.”
It sounds like a threat and a promise.
Lex drives into Anneke and moves her forward several inches. Her eyes widen, and a strangled yelp leaves her mouth.
“Fuck,” Mari hisses. They are holding me tight and still now, rubbing their thumb over my sensitive tip. “You’re so wet.”
Gender euphoria mixes with my arousal. I always am wet after being turned on but not getting a release. But now, I feel my orgasm inch closer and closer. I grip the sides of my chair, half-worried I’m going to levitate or float away.
Lex’s second thrust is just as hard and slow. There isn’t a single sound in the room but xem slamming against Anneke’s bare skin with every charge of xir body. Even the staff has stopped working to watch.
Slowly, gradually, Lex speeds up. But xe doesn’t seem to decrease their impact on Anneke, who moans and groans each time Lex thrusts into her. Her eyes roll back in her head. Her breasts bounce. Her hair gets in her face.
“Too much?” Lex again demands xir reassurance.
“No, Sir. No, it’s not too much,” Anneke pants.
“Is it good? Am I fucking you good?”
“Yes, Sir. So good.”
“Good girl. Now play with yourself.”
I swear, Mari’s other hand, the one not playing with me, twitches, like they’re about to obey Lex’s demand. Like that growling order was just for them.
“Mari,” I whisper, but I’m so turned on, chasing more friction, more of them, that it comes out as a moan.
They look at me, and I hold their gaze in the dim light. I can’t see enough to know what they’re thinking, what they’re feeling, but I start to imagine. I mean, isn’t that what we’re doing right now? We’re pretending we’re not really here. We’re pretending Lex doesn’t have this hold over both of us.
So I imagine Mari is as turned on as I am. I imagine that one wild day in the future, maybe Mari and Lex and I can play together. It’s a fantasy. Pure and simple. It will never happen, what with Mari and Lex’s history and the way Lex has stomped on my heart two too many times. But I indulge it all the same. I imagine Lex is up on this stage right now, showing us what xe is capable of. What xe wants to do with us.
“Roos,” Mari gasps back. “I want you to come.”
“I will,” I nod enthusiastically, my lip between my teeth
“What do you need?” Mari asks
It’s too much to explain what I’m thinking, imagining.
“Just you,” I lie. Or is it a lie? Have I not spent many days over the last three months wondering if Mari, and just Mari, could be enough for me?
Mari leans closer. “Yes, but what do you need from me?”
I swallow, find some courage from somewhere. “Be rough with me.” I grip Mari’s arm and make it move quicker, harder. “Like Lex is being.”
