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I’ve had this story in my drawer for a while as well. I didn’t intend to publish it yet, wanting to focus on my other two stories, but seeing on the monthly megathread changed my mind.
Unlike the other two, this one is completely fictional. Even though it has a lot of sex and cuckolding, it has no humiliations, just a wholesome loving relationship where the woman happens to also be a part of the local BDSM Scene.
I hope you enjoy! Comments always welcome 🙂
Part 1
They clinked their coffee cups as they sat down, pretending they were holding wine glasses. This small ritual was usually enough to break the ice and get them talking, but today Ben noticed Lee was a bit distracted. He watched as her finger trace the handle of her mug, a nervous habit he’d come to recognize over their last three dates. Her usual easy laughter was absent, replaced by a thoughtful stillness that made the air feel tense.
Something’s different, he thought. This isn’t just another coffee date.
“So,” she began hesitantly, her voice softer than usual. She finally looked up, and her green eyes held his, searching for something. “We’ve been doing this for a couple weeks now.”
“We have,” Ben agreed, keeping his tone light. “And I’ve enjoyed every minute of it.”
A small, grateful smile touched her lips. “Me too. That’s… that’s why I feel like I need to be upfront about something. Before this goes any further.” She took a sharp breath, as if steeling herself. “I need to tell you about Mark.”
Ben leaned back in his chair, giving Lee his full attention. The name was unfamiliar, but it sounded ominous to him. “Okay. Who’s Mark?”
“He’s… someone I’ve been seeing for a long time. Years.” She paused, her gaze dropping to her hands before forcing itself back to Ben. “It’s a specific kind of relationship. He’s my Dom.”
The word hung in the air, simple and complex all at once. Ben didn’t flinch. He just let it sit there, watching her face, seeing her vulnerability war with a defiant pride. She was waiting for his reaction – disgust, confusion, judgment, something.
“I see,” Ben said, his voice calm. “And you see him regularly?”
She nodded, seemingly thrown by his lack of reaction. “Every few weeks. It’s a part of my life. A part of me. It’s not emotional, not like… this.” She gestured vaguely between them. “But it’s important. And I need to know if that’s something you can… handle.”
Ben reached across the small table, his fingers gently covering her restless hand. Her skin was warm. She stilled instantly, giving him her full attention. “Lee, look at me. It’s okay. Honestly, the idea… it doesn’t bother me. In a weird way, I think I like it.” It was the truth. It spoke of a confidence, a self-knowledge Ben found incredibly attractive.
Relief washed over her face. Her shoulders dropped an inch, like a weight was taken off of them. “Really?”
“Really.” He gave her hand a slight squeeze before pulling back, not wanting to overwhelm her. The conversation wasn’t over. Ben took a sip of his coffee to ground himself. “I have a question for you, though.”
“Anything.”
Ben leaned forward again, his voice dropping into a more intimate register. “Given that arrangement… what would you want from me? Would you prefer I see other people too? Or would you want me to be only yours?”
She squirmed in her seat, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. There it is, she thought. The real question. The sign he no longer sees us as a serious relationship. He wants to see other people too, turning what might have been into nothing more than a fun fling. “It wouldn’t be fair,” she mumbled sadly, her eyes downcast, studying a knot in the wooden table. She was already mourning the relationship that barely even started. “It would be hypocritical of me to ask you for monogamy when I’m not offering it in return.”
Ben shook his head, his features softening. He grabbed her hands in his and squeezed them. “Forget about fair, Lee. Fair is a concept for dividing cake. This is about our relationship. I’m asking what you want. What you need. In a partner. In me. This is new to me, and I just want to understand what you’re thinking. Don’t think about what’s equal. Just tell me what would make you happy.”
The directness of the question seemed to strip away her last defenses. She bit her lower lip, a gesture so cute it sent jolt of electricity through Ben. Her voice was barely a whisper when she finally answered. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” he prompted gently, needing to hear her say it.
She took a shuddering breath and met Ben’s gaze, her eyes blazing. “Yes, it is important to me. It’s what I want. I would want my partner to be loyal to me. Even if that makes me a hypocrite. The thought of my partner being with someone else… it…” She trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.
Lee held her breath. This was it. The foundational pact. She dreaded this conversation, but after this, however Ben responded, this is where their relationship actually started for real.
Ben stood up slowly. He walked around to her side of the table and knelt beside her chair, putting them at eye level. She didn’t dare breathing yet. Ben could see her rapid pulse beating at the base of her neck.
He didn’t say a word. He just brought his hand up, cupping her jaw, his thumb gently caressing her cheek. Her skin felt nice to his touch. Her eyes looked at him in anticipation.
Ben leaned in slowly, giving Lee every opportunity to pull away. She didn’t. He closed the final inch, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that was nothing like the previous polite pecks on the cheek.
This was tender. This was a promise.
It was soft and achingly slow, and Lee closed her eyes as she leaned into it. It was their first real kiss, and it tasted of coffee, but it spoke of a future. When he pulled back, she remained motionless, her eyes still closed, her lips slightly parted. She was still waiting for his reply.
“Then that’s what I want too,” Ben whispered, his forehead resting against hers. “To be your loyal boyfriend. I don’t mind if you aren’t a loyal girlfriend. Your arrangement with Mark… it doesn’t concern me. It doesn’t change how I feel about you. It just makes you… more you.”
A single tear escaped from the corner of her eye and traced a path down her cheek. Ben caught it with his thumb.
Lee finally opened her eyes, and the look she gave Ben was so vulnerable, it stole the air from his lungs. She didn’t say thank you. She didn’t have to. Instead, she grabbed his hand, the one that had wiped her tear, and brought it to her lips, pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles that felt more intimate than anything that had come before.
I’m in so much trouble, Ben thought, and the smile Lee gave him then promised it would be worth it.
“So,” she said, her voice playful. “How was your day?”
Part 2
The flickers from the TV were the only light in the living room. The screen was playing a romantic comedy about a passionate marine biologist clashing with a sharp-witted corporate lawyer, before joining forces to save a group of endangered deep-sea creatures. It was Lee’s favorite film growing up, the one that had inspired her to pursue her career in marine biology. She’d been eager to share it with him, so Ben tried to follow the campy dialogues and over-the-top twists. His arm was draped around her shoulders, while her head was resting comfortably against his chest. He could smell the scent of her shampoo – something clean like rainwater and mint. His fingers absently traced patterns through her hair, a soothing motion that she seemed to enjoy.
They’d fallen into this easy routine, meeting almost every day since that talk at the café. But today had been a bit different. ‘I’m at Mark‘s this afternoon,’ she’d texted, ‘Can you come over after eight?’ he’d simply replied, ‘Of course,’ and spent the day content in the knowledge that her life was full, that she didn’t need him to be the sun her entire world revolved around. God knows he had enough of those kind of relationships. She ended up being a bit late, and insisted of taking a quick shower before she even let him in. But he didn’t mind.
As he played with her hair, Ben’s fingers suddenly stilled. He felt something slimy, and tried to see what it was. There, nestled near her temple close to her hairline, was a small streak of something. Transparent. Slimy. His brain recognized it immediately.
Cum.
She must have missed it rushing through her shower.
A sudden, unexpected feeling of elation shot through him. It wasn’t jealousy. It wasn’t anger. And it wasn’t arousal either. It was a deep-seated satisfaction. The evidence was right there. She had a life. A separate, secret, intensely personal life that had nothing to do with him. She had gone out into the world and experienced… whatever, something, on her own. And then she had come home to him, a little piece of that other world still clinging to her. It was perfect.
Without a hint of hesitation, his fingers gently wiped the streak of cum. He cleaned it away, the motion indistinguishable from his earlier, affectionate stroking. He brought his hand down to his jeans, wiped the fingers across the denim, and leaned over to press a soft, tender kiss to her temple right where it had been. He then returned his attention to the TV as if nothing happened.
Lee had felt his fingers pause. She’d glanced up, curious, and in that split second she saw it. As he took his hand away, she saw the tell-tale slime hanging between his finger and his thumb before he wiped it away. Her entire body went rigid. She was mortified, a deep blush immediately burning across her cheeks and down her neck. Her mouth opened slightly, trying to say something, but all the words were caught in her throat. She was preparing for… what? Disgust? An interrogation? A rejection?
She saw none of that on his face. She only saw affection. Acceptance.
The tension in her body washed away, transforming into something else entirely. Her eyes, flickering around in a panic just a moment ago, now swam with relief. Something deep within her, a lock she hadn’t even known was there, clicked open.
Suddenly she turned, cupped his face in her hands, and kissed him.
This was nothing like their first, tender kiss at the café. This was deep and full of passion. He could taste the ghost of her day on her lips – the popcorn they were sharing, the sweet hint of wine, and something else, something uniquely her.
She broke the kiss as suddenly as she’d started it, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. That wicked smile he was coming to adore grew on her swollen lips. Her eyes held his, gleaming with fierce determination.
She wasn’t done.
She slid off the couch, sinking to her knees on the carpet between his legs. His heart hammered against his ribs, what was going on? Her hands, with practice ease, made quick work of his belt, then button, then zipper. She didn’t pull his pants down, just parted the jeans’ flaps, pushed down the strap of his boxers, and pulled out his cock.
Her eyes never left his. He felt her warm hands holding his shaft. They stayed like this, motionless, for a couple of seconds. Then she leaned forward, pressed her lips gently against the head of his cock, giving him a light, but long, kiss. Her lips were on him for easily ten seconds. It was a claiming. A brand. A silent thank you and a bold this is mine too, all in one searing gesture.
Then – keeping her eyes firmly staring into his – her practiced fingers gently tucked his cock back in his boxer briefs, zipped and buttoned his jeans, and buckled his belt. She rose, settled back onto the couch beside him, and rested her head back on his chest as if nothing had happened. She let out a soft, contented sigh, nuzzling against his neck.
Ben could only sit there, stunned, his entire body humming with the electricity Lee had sparked with this single act. The movie droned on about bioluminescent jellyfish that were going to solve all the characters’ misunderstandings for some reason. He found he missed the last couple of minutes of the plot.
After a moment, Lee tilted her head up and gave Ben a quick, innocent peck on the temple, mirroring the one he gave her after wiping that drop of cum. When she settled back, Ben could feel the heat of a furious blush radiating from her skin. He chanced a look down.
Lee was staring at the television screen, but she wasn’t seeing it. A huge, uncontrollable grin was spreading across her face, a grin of pure joy. It was the grin of someone who had just found the final piece of a puzzle they’d been working on their whole life. In the flickering blue light, she looked… complete.
She finally found the man she was going to marry, the one she was going build the rest of her life with.
Ben’s arm tightened around her, pulling her just a little bit closer. She melted into his arms, her grin softening into a peaceful smile.
“I really like this part,” she whispered, her voice a little hoarse. On the TV, a squid was propelling itself through the black water and the lawyer finally understood the error of his ways.
“Yeah,” he said, his own voice rough. “It’s… luminous.”