Page 161 of The Holy Grail
Her eyes widened. “I’ll bet there are. I’m going to start looking right now.”
“Will you be reading those books for entertainment purposes, or because you’re curious?”
“Are you kidding? I’ll be reading them for instructional purposes, so hopefully they read like a ‘how-to manual’. Although … I can’t imagine being a Domme would be that hard.”
“You don’t think so?”
“Well, like you said, I have a fairly dominant personality, so it seems like it wouldn’t be very difficult to be a good Domme.”
He cocked his head. “Why don’t we test it out, and see?”
That gave Jules pause. “Are you serious?”
“Sure, why not?”
“All right.” She looked between Evan and Malcom, the thought of either one of these two beautiful men submitting to her flooding her with anticipation. “Who will I be testing this out on?”
“Mal,” said Evan.
Malcom gave Evan an incredulous look. “It wasyouridea.”
“I know, but … I want to see how this plays out. Please?”
Looking slightly off-kilter, Malcom hesitated for a long moment before acquiescing and saying to Jules, “Looks like it’s me.”
With Evan giving him some instructions, Malcom got off the couch and went to stand in front of her, then began taking his clothes off—shirt, jeans, briefs, and socks got tossed to the floor. When he was naked, per Evan’s further guidance, Malcom grabbed a large, square cushion from the couch and set it on the floor. He sank to his knees, then settled back on his haunches, with his ass resting on his heels, and waited, hands on his thighs.
When Jules didn’t do anything, he prompted, “Well, here I am, submitting.”
She gave his stiff cock a long look, thinking that despite his hesitation, he was clearly excited. Slowly, she got up and proceeded to remove her own clothes, while he watched attentively, but remained still. When she was naked, she paused, a little uncertain as to her next move.
“So, despite my fairly dominant personality, I could use a little guidance, too,” she told Evan. “You know, just to get me started.”
“Well, you could direct him to do some things, or not do some things,” Evan answered. “Or you could simply tell him you’re going to do some things, and then do them.”
Curious, she asked, “What things would I tell himnotto do?”
“You might not want him to make any noise, or move, or use his hands without permission.The most important thing, though, is you might want him to not come for as long as possible, to make it more intense when you finally let him.”
Jules looked so intrigued and turned on by this, that Malcom’s cock throbbed.Although, he was also a little alarmed at the possibility of not coming ‘for as long as possible’, because he’d experienced that when Evan gave him a blow job.
On the couch, Evan moved forward to get a better view, because this was getting interesting. It was also potentially going to be uncomfortable for Malcom, and Evan was there for it.
Jules looked down at Malcom and said, “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
She turned and left the room, coming back a few moments later with the container of coconut oil (which had become their go-to lubricant), a spoon, and a bath towel.Kneeling down in front of Malcom on the cushion, she said softly, “Lift up,” and when he shifted his weight to raise his knees, she spread the towel underneath him.
Once that was done and he’d resumed his position, she told him, “Now, spread your legs,” and watched as he widened his ‘stance’ considerably, giving her complete access to his cock and balls.
His hands were tense as they rested on his thighs, so she directed him to place his hands behind his back, which he did.This cleared the way for her to be able to straddle a thigh, resting her pussy against his hair-roughened skin, grinding herself on him a little and making him release a harsh breath.
“Can you feel how wet I am?” she murmured in his ear.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
He wasn’t quite sure what he was supposed to call her, but figured the female equivalent of ‘Sir’ might be the ticket. “Yes … Madame?”
