“Yours weren’t any better.”
“Hell yes, they were. I beat you out of the kitchen that day, didn’t I?”
Brie rolled her eyes. “Well, now I can cook several authentic Italian dishes, but because of what you just said I’m not going to cook them for you—ever.”
“Thank God,” Mary said with sarcastic enthusiasm.
“I’m shocked they let you in the kitchen.”
“I’m perfectly capable of prepping, and…I provide release for several of the chefs.”
“Ah, your true worth revealed.”
Mary grabbed a large knife and waved it teasingly at Brie. “Unlike you, I have many talents.”
Brie held up her arms in mock surrender. “Look, I’m not into knife play, but if you insist…”
Mary dropped the knife back onto the counter just as a fine-looking cowboy strutted into the kitchen. He took one look at Mary from under his wide-brimmed hat and tsked disapprovingly. “You’re to treat the instruments of this kitchen with the respect they deserve.”
Mary immediately picked up the knife and carefully slid it into the wooden block, looking sheepishly at him. Brie loved it. For all her bravado, Mary was still as much of a goof as she was. It was comforting to know.
“Yes, let’s head upstairs now, Miss Bennett,” she said in an official tone, leading Brie out of the kitchen under the intense stare of the sexy cowboy.
“No way. There’s an upstairs to this place?” Brie asked in amazement.
“Of course. It’s my favorite place to play because of the view and exposure.”
They climbed a long spiral staircase that led up to a row of separate play rooms. The first had a medical theme, complete with examining table, a wall of medical equipment, and scrubs. Brie shuddered and quickly made her way to the next room. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the variety of floggers and the binding post. It appeared each room had its own theme with corresponding instruments and furniture to match, very similar to The Haven.
“Nice…” Brie complimented.
Mary smiled mischievously as she led Brie into the third room. Brie stopped short when she saw the wall of knives, needles and piercing equipment.
“Here we can enjoy blood play all we want. No restrictions whatsoever.”
Brie slowly backed out of the room. “I think I’ll pass.”
“You’re such a baby.”
“And proud of it,” Brie stated happily.
“But this isn’t the best part,” Mary told her, dragging her out onto the balcony.
Brie caught her breath. The view overlooking the lake was magnificent, absolutely stunning. The beauty of the snowy peaks surrounding them was reflected in the still water. “Oh, wow…”
“There are four balconies up here, each facing in a different direction,” Mary informed her.
Brie did not miss all the binding equipment stored in the glass case on the balcony. Before she could ask about it, the cowboy from the kitchen appeared beside Mary.
“Remove your panties, go to the railing and kneel facing me.”
Mary instantly obeyed, as if it were Faelan who’d commanded her. After removing her thong, she knelt with her legs spread apart in an inviting manner, the shortness of her skirt exposing her blonde pussy to him.
The Dom grabbed nylon rope from the case and took her wrists, binding them together before securing them to the railing so she was immobilized.
“Open,” he commanded, tilting his hat back so he could observe her.
Mary obediently opened her crimson lips, glancing up at the man with a sexy look of fear and anticipation—the perfect submissive.
He unzipped his pants and pulled his erect cock from his jeans, easing it into her mouth. “Deep-throat it, darlin’.”
Brie remembered Mary’s skill at sucking cock, and was impressed yet again as she watched her friend take the length of the man’s shaft down her throat. He fisted her long blonde hair and thrust deeper, then began pumping vigorously as if he were taking her pussy. Mary took it with grace, never losing eye contact as he fucked her mouth. It was actually beautiful to watch, but it was his grunts of satisfaction that deeply effected Brie.
She felt a trickle of excitement travel past her clit jewelry and down her leg. It was definitely going to be hard living in the commune for the next few weeks, knowing she would be a witness to all kinds of kinky fun with no outlet for release. Sir had specifically ordered her not to masturbate while they were apart. Damn…
The cowboy pulled out and caressed Mary’s cheek. “I could fuck your lips all day.”
She smiled up at him. “I would be happy to service you.”
He shook his head. “Unfortunately, there’s a filly that needs breaking. I’ll have to be satisfied with this for now.” He rubbed the head of his cock over her lips before taking her mouth again. This time he grabbed Mary’s head with both hands and pumped forecefully into her, crying out when his orgasm finally hit.
Brie swallowed hard, looking out over the lake as she tried to concentrate on the beauty of the scenery rather that her own sexual need.
Missing you, Sir.
After he finished, the cowboy untied Mary and helped her to her feet. He tipped his hat to her. “Tomorrow, same time and place.”
Mary nodded demurely.
The Dom kissed her well-used lips, all smeared with red lipstick, before leaving the girls alone on the balcony.
“So that’s a common occurrence?” Brie whispered.
Mary wiped her mouth with her forearm, a smirk on her lips. “Any Dom can take you at any time. It makes daily life on the commune most enjoyable for a sub.”
“Are you allowed to say no?”
“Naturally, but why the hell would I?” Mary pointed to a charming bridge in the distance. “I need to clean up. Why don’t I meet you down there?”
“Sure,” Brie answered. She admired the view from the other three balconies before following a second spiral staircase down and heading outside. The blueness of the Montana sky reminded her of Colorado and made her think of Lea.
“Girl, I think you would go nuts here,” Brie said out loud, laughing to herself.
She followed the dirt path to a footbridge that crossed over a stream which fed into the mountain lake. She soaked in the sounds of rushing water as jays chirped above her in the pine trees. It was truly a relaxing environment…
“Strip and present yourself to me.”
Kinky Fun
Brie opened her eyes and turned slowly to face the Dom who had commanded her. She was shocked to see Faelan staring at her lustfully. Although she knew such practices were common here, she’d never expected anyone to demand that of her as a guest of the commune—least of all Faelan.
She didn’t make a move.
“Are you refusing a direct command?”
Although she was still aroused from Mary’s recent encounter and her body naturally responded to his animal magnetism, she wasn’t about to submit to him.
Brie held her head high and answered with a defiant “Yes”.
Faelan’s demeanor completely changed. She’d expected anger; instead he started laughing. “Mary insisted I have a little fun with you and I couldn’t resist when I saw you here alone.” He shook his head. “That look on your face was comedic.” He continued to laugh at her expense as he leaned against the handrail beside her.
“Very funny,” she growled, not enjoying being the butt of Mary and Faelan’s joke.
“Just so we’re clear, Brie, I would have refused you if you had stripped. In this community you’re considered untouchable until you’ve gone through Initiation. You’re basically invisible to all the Doms here.”
So that explains why I’ve been treated like a ghost.
Brie was used to Doms sizing her up before checking her neck to see if she was wearing a collar. But the Doms at the commune had made her feel as if she didn’t exist. It’d reminded her a bit of her tobacco shop days—before Sir had found her and changed everythin
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“Just so we’re clear,” she told Faelan, wanting to put him in his place, “I never considered stripping for you.”
“Oh, I saw that moment of hesitation when you considered it.”
“Your arrogance never ceases to amaze me.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell.”
“There’s nothing to tell!”
He chuckled again. “It’s good to see you again, blossom. Mary’s missed you, even if she refuses to admit it.”
Brie should have protested the use of his pet name for her, but the way he said it was casual, like a nickname between old friends. It felt comfortable.
“Somehow I doubt she missed me.”
“You have more influence on her than you think.”
“She seems happy here. Happier than I thought she was capable of, truthfully.”
“Yes, I think she gains strength from being here at the commune.” Brie noticed a brief look of pain flit across his face and wondered about the cause of it. Before she could ask, Mary strolled up.
Faelan wrapped his arms around Mary and kissed the top of her head. “I heard Marcus was looking for you.”
She smiled. “Oh…he found me.”
“Good. I like having the sub everyone else wants to enjoy.”
“I like being that sub,” she replied conceitedly.
“I bet you do,” he growled, nipping her shoulder.
Brie was pleased to see how relaxed and attentive the two were towards each other. It would have been obnoxious if it hadn’t been so genuine. Despite the challenges of having an open relationship, they seemed to be flourishing in this environment.
“So on a scale of one to ten, how would you rate commune life?” she asked Mary.
Mary snuggled against Faelan. “If you’d told me life could be like this, I would have socked you in the jaw for being a f—” she looked warily at Faelan and corrected herself, “….liar.”
Faelan fisted Mary’s hair. Her old habit of flinching caused her to cower momentarily in fear, but she soon relaxed when he grabbed her chin and kissed her deeply. “Yeah, I’ve got no complaints about this place.”
“So what about you, Brie?” Mary asked. “How’s the vanilla world treating you these days?”
Brie couldn’t hide her excitement. “Sir and I are getting married in June!”
Mary rolled her eyes. “Oh God, can you get any more vanilla than that?”
Brie shrugged. “You can dis me all you want, bitch, but I’m one happy little sub.” She looked at her ring, the diamond sparkling with an allure similar to that of Sir’s eyes.
“Do what makes you happy, blossom,” Faelan replied, sounding sincere.
“Thanks. I am happy, but I’ll be even happier once I get this second documentary finished.”
“Your time isn’t going to be all work here, is it?” Mary complained. “I have a few things I plan to share with you that are much too scandalous to make it into your vanilla BDSM documentary.”
Brie ignored her teasing. “Sure. I’m hoping to spend time alone with you.”
Mary laughed. “Oh Brie, you really are a twit.”
Before Brie could take offense, Faelan spoke up. “Mary is in serious need of some girl-time. She hates to admit it, but you keep her grounded.”
Now it was Mary’s turn to be offended. “Grounded? What the f—What do you mean by that, Faelan?”
He patted her on the shoulder. “And on that note, I’ll bid you adieu.” He chuckled to himself as he walked towards the barn.
Mary stared at Brie with her lips pursed. “I don’t need grounding, bitch.”
“I wouldn’t give it to you even if you asked.”
Blonde Nemesis broke out in laughter. “Damn, Brie. I forgot you were funny. Always lump you in with Lea and her pathetic attempts at humor.”
They sat on some boulders beside the stream to talk. “Admit it, Mary, there are times you laugh at Lea’s silly jokes.”
“No…I laugh at her, not with her.”
“Someday I will get you to confess your love for Lea and her lame jokes.” Seeing she wasn’t going to get anywhere with Mary, Brie asked, “So you mentioned wanting to share something with me?”
Mary’s eyes lit up. “Oh yes! I have three guys interested in trying it with me and I want you to film the event. But you can’t use it for your damn documentary—this is for my private use only!”
“What exactly do you want me to film?”
She grinned, looking like a naughty schoolgirl. “I want to do a foursome.”
“What’s the big deal?” Brie was less than impressed.
“I want to take all three cocks at the same time.”
Brie was imagining a DP with a little oral action. “So?”
Mary leaned in close. “I want to take two cocks in my pussy and one up my ass.”
Brie looked at her in disbelief. “Oh, now that is different.”
“Yeah…” Mary said with a self-satisfied smile.
“Is Todd—”
Mary waved off the question before she even asked. “He doesn’t care to scene with other Doms.”
Brie tried to wrap her mind around the idea. “How can your body take it? I mean, is your twat so huge you can handle two shafts?”
“Are you just trying to bait me so I beat the shit out of you?”
Keeping her smile to herself, Brie answered, “No, I’m honestly curious.”
“I don’t have a giant cunt, bitch. It’s going to be a real challenge for me, but that’s why I like the idea.”
“That’s all kinds of unnatural stretching.”
Mary’s eyes took on a dreamy look. “Being rammed by three cocks at once… Fuck, does it get any hotter than that?”
Brie shook her head. “I can’t even imagine it, but I guess I won’t have to.”
“So you’re willing to film it?”
“Sure, why not? As long as Todd’s cool with it.”
“Fuck, he’s open to me trying anything.”
“Hmm… I notice your language slips a lot when he’s not around. Should I enlighten him?”
Mary tilted her chin up and sneered. “I only clean up my language for him. You, on the other hand, don’t matter to me.”
“It’s no wonder you don’t have any girlfriends here, based on the way you treat me.”
“I like putting you in your place—someone needs to.”
“I feel the same way about you, Mary the Mediocre.”
“Because deep down I know you’re jealous of me, Brie.”
“Jealous of what?”
“Not having to deal with idiots who judge you and having the freedom to explore my wildest desires. What’s not to be jealous about? You’re missing out, and you know it.” Mary put an arm around her. “I actually feel sorry for you.”
Brie forcefully removed Mary’s arm from her shoulder. “Just because this is right for you doesn’t mean I would thrive here. I like knowing Sir and I are exclusive…for the most part,” she added with a grin, reflecting on their threesome with Rytsar.
Mary shook her head in disgust. “Being stuck with the same person for the rest of your life? I can’t think of a worse punishment.”
“I find knowing Sir on such an intimate level—one that no one else shares—is the greatest turn-on.”
Mary patted Brie’s cheeks, making a kissy face at her. “Oh, my poor little Brie, you’re still such an innocent.”
Brie pulled away from her, unamused. “I still maintain that you’re the one who is secretly jealous. Face it—you can’t stand the fact that I’m collared and you’re not.”
Mary huffed. “As if…Faelan and I are having the time of our lives. Why would we ruin it with a collar?”
“You really don’t want to wear his collar?” Brie asked, not quite believing it.
“Hell, no! It would feel like a noose around my neck.”
“Well, I can’t argue with you, because whatever you two are doing seems to be working. I’ll admit, you seem
more content than I thought possible.”
Mary eyed her suspiciously. “What the hell do you mean by that?”
Brie laughed. “You seem sweet together…like an old married couple.”
“Old married couple! Do you think you could be any more insulting, bitch?” Mary looked ready to deck her, but Brie didn’t flinch.
“I actually meant it as a compliment, Mary.”
Her nostrils flared in anger. “It’s not!”
Brie put her hands in the air. “Okay, I take it back. You’re not sweet together.”
Mary wasn’t satisfied, and decided to throw Brie a curveball. “So, Stinky Cheese, what’s the real story between you and Sir? Something’s up, I can tell. Not everything is sweetness and light in Brieland.”
Brie did not appreciate Mary’s intuitive nature, and skirted the issue. “Both of us have been extremely busy, so that’s made it hard to connect as much as we want.”
“And?”
“And…things have happened.”
Mary scooted closer. “Ooh, do tell! It’s got to be juicy.”
Brie wasn’t about to expose herself to Blonde Nemesis after all her razzing. “Seriously, why would I tell you? It’s obvious you’d just use it to harass me.”
Mary’s eyebrows crinkled into a frown. “Hmm…you may be right. Let’s forget all this sensitive girly crap and talk about my scene.”
Brie took a deep breath, reminding herself why she’d come to the commune. It wasn’t about reconnecting with Mary, or Faelan for that matter. Her sole purpose was to film segments for her documentary.
Although the scene Mary wanted to film would not be part of that, it might make the other participants more open to filming.
“First, tell me where you plan to do this foursome so I can plan how best to film around it.”
Mary grinned, throwing her hands up in the air and gesturing to the sky. “Out here in the great outdoors.”
Brie raised her eyebrow. “You? Out here in the open?”
“No, there’s this perfect rock dubbed the Gang-Bang Altar that’s the perfect height for what we have planned.”
“I think I need to see this legendary rock.”