Dominique (17 page)

     
Dean said, “Stop.”

     
Gigi
bowed her head to Dean’s feet and asked quietly if she had displeased him.
 
He said no, but told her she was neglecting his guest and that she was to correct this oversight immediately.
 
Gigi
turned on hands and knees and shuffled over to Andrew.
 
He climbed to his feet and she began to undress him just like with Dean until Andrew was also undressed.
 
His beautiful cock was so hard, I wanted it so bad.
 
My pussy was wet and aching for it.

     
Gigi
took it in her mouth and started sucking hard, bobbing her head up and down and making all kinds of crazy noises.
 
I was suddenly
so
jealous.
 
I just sat there, unable to move, watching her pleasing my Master.
 
Each moan from him made it that much harder.

     
Dean came up behind her and for an instant I thought he was coming for me, but he began telling
Gigi
what a good girl she was and lifted her by the hips to her hands and knees.
 
He slid his nice big stiff cock into her pussy and started fucking her hard, right in front of me.
 
He glanced at me now and again and I just blushed.
 
He was fucking her so hard he was pulling her off the ground by the hips while her mouth clung to Andrew’s cock.
 
Andrew had his hands wrapped in her hair, telling her what a beautiful mouth she had as his cock slipped into her throat.
 
I could see it bulging as it slid in and out.
 
I was so frustrated I started to cry, but I didn’t make a sound.
 
Just tears, tumbling down my cheeks as I gritted my teeth.
 
They were so close to me, I could have touched them.
 
I could
smell
the sex coming off them.
 
It made me so wet!
 
I was clenching my fists and thinking,
Touch me too!

     
Andrew moaned that he was about to cum.
 
Dean started slapping
Gigi
on the ass so hard it left prints of his hands and it looked kind of cool with her tan lines.
 
He told her to cum as he fucked her even harder.
 
I think they all came about the same time in the end.
 
When
Gigi
finally stopped moaning and was breathing hard through her nose, Dean slapped her ass one more time, knocking her off balance and both of their half-hard cocks slipped from her.
 
She looked up at me with cum running down her chin and swallowed.
 
Dean picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.
 
She waved to me with her fingers as the three of them went inside without a word, leaving me kneeling on the porch.
 
The men didn’t even look at me!
 
Not once!
 
Like I wasn’t even there!
 
I was angry and my knees were sore and I was hot and this wasn’t how it was supposed to go!
 
And I needed to touch myself so bad ...

     
Kneeling there with tears streaming down my face, I wondered why I was crying.
 
No one had done
anything
to me.
 
But I was so jealous.
 
I could hear them inside.
 
Gigi
was moaning and the men were calling her a slut.
 
I guessed she was getting two cocks like I had, and I wished it was me.

     
I knelt there until almost sunset, at least three hours!
 
And I was being eaten alive by mosquitoes as I listened to them moaning and groaning.
 
Gigi
got spanked hard, and I also heard the sound of a leather strap on flesh.
 
It makes a very distinctive sound.

     
Finally the door opened and Andrew came out dressed.
 
He didn’t say a word just grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet, leading me to our room.
 
He told me to get dressed and ready for dinner, which they had started preparing.
 
I was completely distraught.
 
He left me there without saying anything else.
 
No kisses.
 
No touches.
 
I was so numb I didn’t think I could shed any more tears.

     
I figured I had done something wrong.
 
I had failed whatever test I hadn’t
realised
I was taking.
 
I came into the kitchen where
Gigi
was cooking and asked if I could help.
 
She said, “Of course!”
 
I got the job of chopping vegetables, and thought it was very brave of her to give me a knife!
 
There was so much stew, I thought maybe there would be other guests for dinner but
Gigi
said she was making enough for two meals.

     
We had dinner, and the three of them chatted up a storm.
 
I smiled and nodded my head at all the appropriate places in the conversation, but I didn’t really feel like talking.
 
I guess I was sulking a bit.
 
When dinner was finished,
Gigi
immediately got up and took Andrew’s hand, leading him to her bedroom.
 
I felt my jaw clench and I knew my emotions were all over the place.
 
Dean got up and asked me to help him with the dishes.

     
I managed to squeeze out, “Yes, Sir.
 
Sure.”

     
Before long the dishes were done and Dean took my hand and led me to my room.
 
I thought he was going to use me.
 
But he kissed me on the forehead at my door and said goodnight, then went down the hall to his room and went in, shutting the door loudly behind him.
 
Even after I quietly closed my own door, I could hear what was going on in there and I was so upset being shutout like that.
 
I went to bed crying, trying to figure out what I’d done wrong or if this nightmare was ever going to end.

     
By the time I had no more tears, I thought I’d worked it out.
 
Surely I was being tested.
 
It wasn’t
normal
for Andrew not to tell me what was happening.
 
But I remembered him telling me that if ever he didn’t tell me ‘the why’, then there had to be a good reason.
 
My self-control felt like the thing being most threatened.
 
So I figured it must have been that.
 
And I was overreacting to the fact that I was being left out.
 
I tried to understand
why
I was being left out.
 
Then I got into a circular kind of thought-pattern, going around and around.
 
I was confused and upset.
 
Even a little humiliated.
 
Like I couldn’t do the job ... And I was horny!
 
God, so horny.
 
I
so
badly needed someone to touch me.
 
The ‘no masturbating’ rule came close to being broken that night, but I was good.

     
It wasn’t until quite late, when I was laying there with a pillow over my head for privacy, that I lucidly
realised
jealousy
was the problem.
 
Somehow it dawned on me that I wasn’t supposed to be jealous if Andrew found pleasure with another woman.
 
Complicating matters, I was also jealous of all the attention
Gigi
was getting.
 
As I fell asleep, I promised to make a fresh start in the morning.

     
When I awoke, Andrew was still absent from my bed.
 
I knew he loved fucking in the morning.
 
I got up and over the blaring music heard the three of them at it again.
 
Choking down a small sob, I remembered my promise to myself.
 
To keep myself busy I got started on making a hearty breakfast for them.
 
I knew they’d be hungry and I thought it would be good of me to do it.
 
So I made pancakes, bacon, sausages, eggs, coffee, juice and more sliced fresh fruit than you could poke a stick at.
 
And I make a damn fine pancake too.
 
Nice and fluffy and full.
 
Ringing the bell for breakfast, my arteries choked with cholesterol just looking at the table.
 
Oh well, I wasn’t very hungry anyway.

     
They came out in various states of undress, sat down and ate ravenously.
 
I served each of them before I served myself.
 
I asked how they slept and told them I hoped they had sweet dreams.
 
I was so cheerful it hurt, and I hoped I didn’t sound sarcastic.
 
They praised breakfast, and to be honest, just that little bit of praise left me glowing inside.
 
Apart from that, they got their suits on and went out to go for a swim, continuing to ignore me.
 
They didn’t even ask me if I wanted to come.
 
I washed the dishes myself and put everything away, trying not to overreact.

     
Watching them from the kitchen window, for a little while the guys were all over
Gigi
, or
Gigi
was all over them.
 
Then they floated for a couple of hours, apparently
sunbaking
.
 
By noon I’d given the cabin a once over and had a nice lunch prepared, with cold drinks ready for them.

     
It was hard being ‘up’, but I
endeavoured
to try.
 
Again I served each of them before sitting down myself.
 
They were all saying how delicious the sandwiches were, and how the lemonade I had whipped up was tasty and good.
 
I hoped something had changed and I was winning
favour
.
 
Andrew didn’t speak directly to me, but he did smile at me once or twice.
 
So I made small talk, asking them about their swim and the temperature of the water at this time of year.
 
I also asked Andrew if I could go for a swim, and he said of course.

     
After putting away the dishes I headed toward the bedroom to change into my suit.
 
Andrew,
Gigi
and Dean had adjourned to the living area and were sitting on the sofa with
Gigi
sandwiched between the two of them.
 
They had a breast in each of their mouths and a hand between her legs.
 
Somewhere along the way I forgot my promise to myself and started getting angry and frustrated again.
 
I barely looked at them as I walked into the bedroom to change.

     
I was completely undressed and about to put my suit on, when the door opened.
 
It was Dean and he didn’t knock or anything!
 
My heart was in my mouth as I stood there, naked.
 
He walked in and closed the door behind him, leaning against it.
 
For some reason I couldn’t bring myself to move, so I stared at the floor and waited.
 
I wished a hole would open and swallow me up.
 
Taking a couple of strides, he was suddenly in front of me, lifting my chin with a finger and making me look up at him.
 
He asked condescendingly, “Is something wrong?
 
You seem upset.”
 
He kissed me on the mouth and pulled me to him.
 
I wasn’t in the mood to be played with, and tried to turn away.
 
He held on tight grabbing my wrists and twisting them up behind me.

     
My fists clenched in anger, and my face burned hotly.
 
Before I knew it, I raised my voice, almost shouting at him, “Of course I’m
fucking
upset!”
 
Dean dropped my wrists and stood there aghast.
 
His eyes were like knives passing right through me.
 
The venom in my own words frightened me, but not nearly as much as the look on Dean’s face.
 
“Please, Dean,” I said, backing away from him as he came for me.
 
“Please, I ... I’m sorry.”

     
“You’re mad about Andrew finding pleasure in another woman.”

     
“Yes.
 
Please, don’t ...”

     
“You’re jealous, angry, and frustrated his cock is in
her
mouth and not yours.”