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What is a duet story? The story is told twice – once from the perspective of the male sub written by Reluctant Man, and once from the perspective of the Domme written by Logan Love.

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Chapter 16 (Lily)

Despite my cocky-as-fuck ask of Russell, probably the most cocky-as-fuck ask I’d ever made someone I’d known so briefly, my heart was still threatening to rip from my chest. I leaned against the wall of the single room housing a toilet and a sink, and a large wall mirror, contemplating what I even wanted to do, how long we potentially had, and the last time I greedily asked someone for sex in public. It had been a hot minute, but Russell had been so fucking sexy, I couldn’t resist.

And I always seemed to get a thousand times sluttier when a man had his cock trapped in a metal cage, that was for sure. Today was no exception.

The door, which had been unlocked, squeaked open, and the second Russell got through the door, I didn’t waste another second. I gripped the center of his blue shirt, spun him around, shoving him against the door to shut it behind him, and then slid my hand around him to lock it, promptly.

“Jesus Fucking Chri—” he started to speak, but my mouth was already on top of his, hands gripping the sides of his sexy face, shoving my tongue deep and hearing him growl a moan in reply, unable to help himself.

Well, we couldn’t have that loud of noise, that was for certain. My hands, which had against his cheeks, left him momentarily, hiking up my dress so I could reach my underwear. Russell was panting softly, looking like he was about to help me do it, or thinking he would anyway, but quickly changing his mind.

I shoved down my underwear, a pair of boy shorts, and then wadded them in my hand. Before I did anything else, I brought it to my face, drawing in a deep breath to sniff them. I could tell by the dampness and the scent, that it was coated plenty in my arousal of what had taken place so far at breakfast, and all the thoughts I’d had prior to getting there.

Good. Exactly what I’d wanted.

Russell, whose mouth was still slightly open, watched as I took the bundled underwear and proceeded to stuff them in his mouth without so much as a proper warning. I used my fingers to make sure it was all neatly tucked away, enjoying his muffled protests when I did.

“Shhh,” I said softly, stroking the side of his face with my fingertips and offering him a soft smile. His eyes rolled back into his head for a second, likely tasting me and smelling me and who knows what other reactions his body was having to my dominant action. “I can’t have you making all this noise, Russell. So, you’ll keep that in your mouth like a good boy while you do what I demanded you to come in here and do in the first place, and you’ll do it quietly. Understood?”

I had expected Russell to nod in reply and then to wait for me to instruct him further. Or at least ONE of the two of those things. What I hadn’t expected was to get neither of those responses, yet still, somehow, still get what I wanted.

There were very few times in my life that I had ever let a man get rough with me. I doubted I could count on one hand. It just wasn’t something I seemed to enjoy too often, usually enjoying being able to do it to them instead.

So when Russell let out a very low, guttural growl, his body tensing a little and his eyes lowering, looking like I was a fucking gazelle in the pridelands and he was a lion about to rip me to shreds, I knew I was in for something. I just wasn’t quite prepared for what yet.

One second I was standing in front of him, the next minute he’d spun me around and shoved me a few feet forward until my body nearly slammed into the counter with the sink. His meaty hands raked under the hem of my dress, like he was clawing at me, shoving the fabric up my body until he exposed my naked lower half.

He was growling over and over the entire time, like he’d lost his mind. I felt him use a knee to shove my legs apart, and then he used one hand to push my body down onto the countertop, while I felt two fingers from the other, wasting no time spreading open my drenched pussy lips and shoving inside of me with reckless abandon.

“Oh my fucking God,” I gasped softly, and immediately slapped a hand over my mouth to stifle the additional moans that followed. I was writhing on the countertop, still being held down flat by his other hand. My head managed to crane a little, so I could see him and myself in the mirror in front of me. It might have been the hottest fucking scene I’d ever witnessed in my life, and Russell’s enchanting blue eyes were locked on mine in the mirror, still letting out these muffled, deep and primal man growls as he fucked the living shit out of me.

Whether or not I was dominating him in those moments was relatively unclear. The entire world became a blur, all I felt was his fingers, burying themselves over and over as deep as they would go inside of me, curling in ways I hadn’t felt a man do to me in ages. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. Maybe I was new to him as a singular woman, but this guy knew how to fuck a woman with his fingers. He knew where to touch, what spot to hit.

And yeah, sure, I was certain there were men in the world who paid attention how to hit a woman’s g-spot and make her lose her fucking mind. There were men in the world who lived to pleasure a woman and made the effort to learn how to do it right. But they were few and far between, that was for certain.

Russell was bound and determined to give me exactly what I’d wanted, and he was doing it like the good boy he was. I wanted him to give me relief, and he was using every tool in his metaphorical toolbox to get me there, and quickly.

One second, I’d been looking at us both in the mirror again, staring at the maroon panties that were stuffed in the man's mouth, the intense look on his face, body pressed into mine, bucking as he used his fingers like he’d desperately wanted to use his imprisoned cock.

But what had sent me over the fucking edge, was when he’d started to hump against my ass, while still pounding into me with his fingers. I could have told him to stop, I could have forced him to stand still and it would have been all about my pleasure…the truth was… Russell’s poor caged manhood trying desperately to get any relief, even if it was from his piss-poor attempts at grinding into me while doing as I’d asked… It was so fucking sexy, it was what took me over the edge.

My hand clamped down over my mouth more firmly as the orgasm crashed out of me. Despite how hard my pussy must have been clamping down on my submissive’s fingers in those moments, he continued on, seeming to pick up a little pace as I came. I looked at him in the mirror again, enjoying how he was lasered on me, watching me a writhing, insane mess against the countertop, trying to control my sounds. And despite the fact the scene looked very much like some dominant man, taking what he wanted from a woman, it was very much the opposite.

Russell had spent every second with his hands on me, giving me his undivided attention. He hadn’t once looked away, something I usually had to train most of my submissives to do. The man was focused on every single part of me, adjusting himself to accommodate. He was on a mission, after having been told what to do, and was being an obedient boy and following through.

This was a fucking goddamn submissive man if there ever was one.

Those fingers kept working into me until I’d started to relax on the counter, breathing heavily. When he knew I had completely recovered and seemed satisfied, I felt them leave me, and he stepped back a bit so I could get up from the counter.

I turned around to face him then, fixing my skirt back down, and then reaching out to take the underwear from his mouth. He audibly sighed when I did, and before he could say a word, I stuffed them in his sweatpants pocket.

“In case you want to smell them later,” I said, giving him what I was sure was another dorky as fuck wink, because he chuckled a little when I did and shook his head at me. My hand cupped his chin and drew his face to mine, kissing him softly on the lips before speaking again. “You’re a very good boy, you know that?”

Russell let out another one of those sexy as hell low growls of his, this time uninhibited by the underwear that was previously stuffed in his mouth. He whispered back to me in reply. “Does this mean I get to be dominant sometimes too?”

I leaned back from him a little, my small smile turning to a full on grin, hand still cupped around his chin. “I’m sorry, you thought you were dominating me?”

He shrugged, returning my smile. “I mean, I had you pinned against the counter and was giving you a real good fucking. If you ask me—”

My hand dropped down, gripping around the collar of his blue shirt, bundling it in my fist and yanking him forward and down, so my mouth was overtop of his own when I’d gotten up on my tiptoes.

“Let me make myself very clear, my moon,” my voice was low, and soft and sultry, wanting him to feel it in every fiber of his entire being when I said it. The heat of my mouth radiated into his. “You came into this bathroom and fucked me like a good boy, because I told you to.” Then I kissed him again, softly, and added. “I’m going to go eat my waffle now, before it gets cold.”

And I left him, without another word, headed back out into the restaurant.

Chapter 16 (Russell)

I saw the restroom door close behind her. Fuck. She wanted me to fuck her with my fingers. Not my straining cock, but my fingers. Well. I would gladly as fuck do so, despite how much torture it was going to be for me. After that initial pic, I had been able to see so little of her body in person and it was driving me crazy. She was SO fucking hot and if she wanted to orgasm on the end of my fingers, I would gladly fucking oblige her.

It was difficult to sit there calmly and take more bites of my excellent breakfast. I wolfed down the scrambled eggs with cheese though, finishing them before getting up to casually head to the restroom.I felt my face flush worried about people looking at me. Part of it was worry about us both being seen to enter the single restroom and the rest of it was paranoia about the cage being noticeable in the gray sweatpants. I looked down at them and I could just make out a few of the ridges from the bars of the metal cage. Fuck. But she was probably right that it wasn’t that noticeable unless you knew what you were looking for.

I got to the door and heart pounding, softly turned the knob to open it, feeling even more nervous that it was unlocked. This was really happening.I slipped in and barely had time to take in the small room with the toilet, sink and counter, and a large wall mirror before Lily grabbed the center of my tight t-shirt, spinning me around and shoving me against the door to shut it behind me. I saw her hand go down to lock it. I had not been expecting such sudden and forceful action.

“Jesus Fucking Chri—” I started to say before her mouth was suddenly on mine, her hands gripping the sides of my face, and her tongue probing deeply into my mouth. I growled with desire at feeling it, desperately wanting to take her. The nerves about the situation were gone in that moment, replaced by my lust.

Her hands came off my face as she started to hike up her skirt while still kissing me. I could tell that she was removing her underwear. I wanted to help her. I wanted to rip off her fucking panties myself, but I controlled myself knowing that she liked to have control and not wanting to step out of line and take too many liberties.She broke the kiss and I was left panting with my desire but standing still and waiting for her to determine what the actions would be. If I wasn’t in this fucking cage, I am not sure I would have been able to stop myself from bending her over the counter and taking her hard.

She slipped her underwear down her legs and then held them, looking up at me. Surprisingly she brought them to her nose, taking in a deep breath of her own scent. Without a word, she bundled them in her hand and started to force them into my mouth. My eyes went wide with shock as she did so, but I stood stone still. I could smell and taste her arousal and it did things to me. I had never been a fan of going down on women, but I was certainly familiar with the scent of her arousal, and it was sweeter than I had ever smelt on any other woman. She carefully tucked it all into my mouth effectively gagging me.

With how heavy I was breathing, it became more difficult to do so only through my nose. I started to make some noises of protest. It was a bit humiliating to be gagged and to taste her on my tongue, and I wanted to just fuck her so very badly.

“Shhh,” she said softly, stroking my cheek with her fingertips and smiling up at me. Her scent was almost overwhelming to me and I was still trying to adjust to the constant taste of it. My cock was fucking straining so hard against the cage. “I can’t have you making all this noise, Russell. So, you’ll keep that in your mouth like a good boy while you do what I demanded you to come in here and do in the first place, and you’ll do it quietly. Understood?”

I looked down at her dominating presence, nearly out of my mind with need for her. She did have a point about the noise, but her quiet command and use of the good boy term did things to me too. I felt a fire in my belly. She wanted me to do what she had demanded that I come in here to do? Oh, I would give her the finger fucking of her life. I was barely keeping it together as I looked down at her envisioning being balls deep in her and making her scream.A sound started deep in my throat. It was guttural and sounded like the growl of a tiger or something, especially as I saw that fucking key still around her neck. She had the control, but she was going to get what she wanted, and she was going to get it right fucking now.

In a swift and strong movement, I grabbed her roughly, spun her around, and pushed her down over the sink and counter while I took a knee and forced her legs to be spread wider for me. I couldn’t get her fucking dress up quickly enough as I clawed at her backside.

I couldn’t stop growling with my need to take her as I did this, but her underwear muted it fairly effectively. I didn’t even have much time to enjoy the view of this incredible woman bent over for me before I took two fingers and brought them between her legs, finding her very wet opening quickly, and shoving them roughly inside of her, stretching her right away as I forced them in all the way.

“Oh my fucking God,” she gasped softly, and immediately slapped a hand over her mouth as she started to moan. I held her down firmly with my other hand and I could see her looking at herself in the mirror. I locked my eyes onto hers as my thick fingers took her hard, growling with my desire to give her exactly what she fucking wanted.

She was at my mercy and I was starting to wonder if perhaps it was me dominating her now. I couldn’t give it much thought though and concentrated on giving her the best finger fucking she could ask for, and making sure she fucking took it and orgasmed from it. I would curl them, finding her g-spot and using every trick I knew to make it feel so fucking good for her. This was proper foreplay as far as I was concerned and I had never failed to make a woman orgasm from it. I wanted her to scream in pleasure.

She was SO fucking hot bent over like this and I felt like I was losing my sanity as I fucked her with my fingers, curled them inside of her, and used my thumb to roughly rub her clit, all at once. I couldn’t fuck her with my cock, but failing that, I was going to make damn sure that she came all over my fingers and would desperately want to fuck me and to feel my large cock pounding her. It was thicker and longer than my two fingers were.

Fuck, I wanted to take her. My hips started moving in time to my thrusting fingers and it was rubbing my caged cock into her incredible ass. I didn’t care. It offered a little stimulation but it also was closer to actually fucking her. I had never needed anyone more than I did her in this moment, so I humped her ass and fucked her pussy with my fingers and got off on the muffled moans of pleasure that she was making.

Her orgasm hit her then, and it sounded like it hit her like a fucking freight train. I felt her pussy clamp around my invading fingers, but didn’t slow. She was going to take it and I was going to make sure that she got every ounce of pleasure out of this as possible. I fucked her harder and faster through the orgasm, never breaking eye contact through the mirror. I knew I was a little out of control, but I wasn’t the type to do anything against anyone’s will, so I was hyper-focused on her and her pleasure and looking for any signs that she needed me to stop.

She had demanded that I do this, and as her new submissive I had, despite how much it made my cock hurt and I really was beginning to wonder if maybe I could take a more dominant role with her. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that, but as I watched her face contort with the ecstasy of her orgasm, and how fucking beautiful it was, I knew I would do anything just to see her pleasure.

I continued with my fingers until I felt her orgasm waning and her body started to relax. I considered making her take another, but we’d probably been locked in the bathroom together for too long already. I slowed enjoying the little sounds that she made and then stopped, slowly and somewhat reluctantly slipping my fingers out of her sopping pussy. I was breathing heavy through my nose as I let up on the pressure holding her down as well and then stepped back to give her room to stand up.My chest was heaving as she stood, her dress falling back into place, and turned to face me. She was so beautiful as she gently reached for the underwear still in my mouth and removed it. I sighed with relief, though I could still taste her on my tongue. She stuffed them into my sweatpants pocket.

“In case you want to smell them later,” she said, giving me another one of her ridiculous winks causing me to chuckle and to calm down a little and shake my head at her. Her hand cupped my chin and drew my face to hers, kissing me softly on the lips before speaking again. “You’re a very good boy, you know that?”

I growled at the praise, still unsure why it had such an effect on me, and the sound filled the small concrete room. I whispered back to her, “Does this mean I get to be dominant sometimes too?”

She leaned back from me a little, her small smile turning to a full on grin, hand still cupped around my chin. “I’m sorry, you thought you were dominating me?”

I shrugged, returning my smile, thinking that I had shifted the power exchange with this. “I mean, I had you pinned against the counter and was giving you a real good fucking. If you ask me—”

Her hand dropped down, gripping around the collar of my blue shirt, bundling it in her fist and yanking me forward and down, so her mouth was overtop of my own when she’d gotten up on her tiptoes.

“Let me make myself very clear, my moon,” her voice was low, and soft and sultry, and it immediately had my attention. I suddenly felt that weakness in my knees looking into her dominant eyes. “You came into this bathroom and fucked me like a good boy, because I told you to.” Then she kissed me again, softly, and added. “I’m going to go eat my waffle now, before it gets cold.”

And she left me, without another word, headed back out into the restaurant. I let out a whimper of need for her and it took me several minutes to compose myself well enough to go out and join her.

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