Bedroom Closet

“Leave the light off please”
“But I…”
“.… no. Off. And please stay quiet”

It was said qui­etly, but I could tell A___ was pout­ing and prepar­ing a rebut­tal, I had no idea how to read L___ though I was sure she was, if any­thing less docile than A___. I could tell also that these instruc­tions would hold for about as long as it took for them to stop kiss­ing in the semi-darkness of the hotel room. Still, I had some thoughts in my head that I wanted to exam­ine and some things I wanted to hap­pen and it required silence and dark­ness; at least for the moment.

And for the moment any­way I had half of that. Enter­ing the hotel behind the women allowed me to stand with the light of the hall­way behind me; illu­mi­nat­ing a con­tin­u­a­tion of the evenings visual plea­sures; a start of the next chap­ter. I was con­tent to stand and watch dur­ing the time it took me to undo my coat and set every­thing off to the side. A___ and L___ needed no assis­tance other than each other. I crossed my arms and waited. A sil­hou­ette statue.

L___ had pushed A___ up against the wall as soon as they were in the hotel room. At this point they weren’t strangers to each oth­ers bod­ies, but they hadn’t yet had a chance to let their hands roam freely over each other, away from the scrutiny of bar or hotel patrons. L__’s hands dis­ap­peared inside A___’s coat and turned the fab­ric into lit­tle hills of motion down her stom­ach and sides as they explored the hid­den par­adise. A___, for her part, was effec­tively pinned and could do noth­ing with her hands out­side of wrap­ping her arms around L___’s neck. A beau­ti­ful pose for sub­mis­sive kisses; kisses and sup­port. Gloves and coats and shoes fell away in between their kisses and fondling and whis­pers. When I sensed the moment about to break I stepped for­ward; gen­tly pulling A___’s arm so that it went down behind her back while reach­ing into her coat to find L___’s hand — mas­sag­ing A___’s flam­ing sex through her dress — and turn it so it was behind her back also. Despite the slow motion of these move­ments the women seemed almost star­tled. I think they had for­got­ten I was there. That, or the click of the door plung­ing us into almost total darkness.

The break­ing of their reverie almost caused them to start talk­ing but my momen­tum car­ried us into the hotel room and a firm but pain­less twist of their wrists brought both women to their knees at the foot of the bed. By lean­ing for­ward I was able to press their shoul­ders to the mat­tress and let­ting go of their wrists, I slid each hand slowly up their backs so that my palms rested on the back of their necks; my fin­gers moved their heads to rest fac­ing each other. Their bod­ies both gave off an immense heat. They were both quiv­er­ing slightly; from fear or antic­i­pa­tion. But maybe it was the same thing. They stayed silent except for breathing.

Lead­ing up to our meet­ing this evening we had all exchanged email and instant mes­sen­ger con­ver­sa­tions that served almost as a script for the evening; allur­ing and lewd, sub­tle and sug­ges­tive. In our respec­tive blogs we’d writ­ten down desires and plans. Inde­pen­dently A__ had arced into a fairly sub­mis­sive role; pre­fer­ring her col­lar and bind­ings when we explored the dark­ness together. L___ had con­fided the same sort of ten­den­cies to A___. In our con­ver­sa­tions over drinks and din­ner ear­lier in the evening we’d con­firmed all of these things, so they — A___ and L___ were unsur­prised at the con­text of my behav­ior they were star­tled by its absolute­ness and it’s thought­ful­ness. While watch­ing them dance ear­lier the evening had come clear in my mind.

Their breath­ing was hardly enough to cover my near whis­per but they help their breaths any­way as I pulled their heads in close together and spoke over them:

“I don’t want to hear any words right now. I want it all to be feeling.”

As I stood A___ whis­pered some­thing and L___ responded. Their lips were almost touch­ing each other’s ear so it was nearly impos­si­ble to hear. But I heard and it was the trig­ger I needed — per­haps A___ had planned it — But a quick down­ward swing and the tip of my belt slapped across A___’s ass, right above the hem of her dress. As she cried out the same motion reversed stung L___. She cried also. I paused and they both made to speak out… smack, smack… left the right and they both whim­pered again and started to talk and move. Stand­ing and bend­ing over them I was able to pin both of their heads to the bed by their hair while my belt swung again… this time their cries didn’t include words or protest.

“I said NO words.”

They were still and quiet. They could sense my belt hov­er­ing. A___ may have antic­i­pated and wanted to feel some dis­ci­pline, but I don’t think she expected my belt that quickly. L___ was breath­ing shal­low and fast. I let go of their hair. They didn’t move. I knelt behind them for a minute longer watch­ing them in the dim light cast from the smoke alarm and the clock radio. Both had recov­ered from the shock of get­ting spanked and both showed renewed signs of ampli­fied lust. But caged this time. They waited, star­ing at each other. Slowly I placed a hand on each of their heads and slid it down through their hair to their neck, down their back, trac­ing the curve of their spines across the rise of their asses, down their thighs… then back up again. Their breath­ing became heav­ier but they didn’t speak or move as my fin­gers lifted the hems of the dresses and the flat of my hand touched skin between stock­ings and g-strings before con­tin­u­ing again, out­side their dresses up their backs to their neck. Then I stood up. I knew they wouldn’t move right away. They weren’t sure what was com­ing and didn’t want to pro­voke another belt. Whether or not they wanted that sort of play this evening, they had had their fill for the moment.

I spent a few moments mov­ing around the room mak­ing myself a drink and grab­bing the bag we had brought. I put both on the night stand by the bed and pulled one of the arm chairs in the room so that it faced the bed about mid way. From there my drink and the bad were within easy reach. In the bath­room I took off my shirt and threw it in the cor­ner, washed my face and looked at myself in the mir­ror as I lis­tened. They weren’t quiet but they weren’t talk­ing either. I could hear the sounds of kisses and breath­ing. I turned out the light and went back into the room. They stopped what they were doing as I passed. I could feel them tense as I picked up my belt, but I walked over to the chair and sat down. I didn’t say a word.

First their hands met below the level of the bed I could see. Then slowly they raised their heads and moved in to kiss again. Soft and sweet and quiet; ten­ta­tive. Pas­sion kept at a slow boil under the sur­face by the uncer­tainty of my reac­tion. When I didn’t move except to sip my drink they rose up to a kneel­ing posi­tion, then stood. Still no response from me. L___ dis­en­gaged and was about to say some­thing but A___ cast a glance at me and put a fin­ger to her lips. She got it. L___ moved towards the bath­room and A___ sat on the edge of the bed. I remained still, and A___ made no move toward me but sent a smile my way. I nod­ded and smiled back.

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