Another You - Austin Carlile, Tony Perry, Chris Motionless

Carte Blanche

*POORLY WRITTEN SMUT LATER ON! SORRY!*

"YOU'RE WHAT," Fran shrieks at me. 

Her face is red and twisted into a face that can only be described as a face so full of rage it makes Satan look bad. I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose. "Look Fran, I'm sorry. You're amazing, honestly and I think that if the circumstances were different we might have actually worked out." 

"You mean if that slut hadn't come back into your life," she accuses. 

I narrow my eyes and give her one of my best glares. "She's not a slut. She's a damn good TM and a really sweet person. Don't get pissed just because she's my ex that I have a ton of feelings for." 

"Oh," she challenges. "Don't get pissed? Don't get pissed at the fact everything was a lie? At the fact that you've honestly led me on for the past 6 months? Don't get pissed about any of that?" 

I sigh and shake my head. "I know it sounds bad. I honestly didn't expect to see her again and when I did, I didn't expect her to be so... broken and in need of someone to help her out." 

"Chris, she left you. She used you for sex and she's going to do it again," she warns. 

There's a small cough and both of us look to see Pearce standing there. "Actually, it was uh, never about the sex. I mean the sex was great but that's not what it was about and it's not about that now." 

"Stay out of this," Fran hisses. "You think you can show up and just take him away from me?" 

"He's not your possession," Pearce challenges. 

I watch Fran grow more and more angry. "No, but I'm his possession. You may have submissive traits in your personality but you could never handle what Chris does in bed." 

"Oh really," Pearce mocks. "Tell me this, did you ever let him bend you over and spank you so hard that you thought your ass would be sore for weeks?" 

"Well n-" 

"And has he ever told you that if he catches you touching yourself there will be severe consequences," Pearce continued. 

"N-n" 

"And has he ever bound you and just used you until he was completely satisfied, not bothering to make sure you came because he knows that you get off to his pleasure?" 

I watch a smug smile form on Pearce's face, she knows that I was only ever like that with her. Fran never got to experience the full force of me like Pearce did. 

"N-no," Fran stutters looking at me. 

Pearce cocks an eyebrow up. "Well then, I think you should know your facts. It sounds like you're the one that didn't please him enough. I'm the one that would get excited just by the thought of him enjoying himself. I'm the one that went do the extremes to make sure he was pleased. You're the one that he might slam into, possibly get a little rough with biting and scratching but nothing like what I did." She pauses and looks over to me, that smile still on her face. "Face it, you'll never amount to what I was." 

I watched Fran look between me and Pearce, all I could do was shrug and watch her run off. I looked over to Pearce, that smug smile still there. I grabbed her roughly by the hips and started kissing her neck. I played with her braid for a little bit feeling even more turned on by her blondness. 

"I like this color," I growled in her ear. 

She blushed and leaned further into me. "I thought you might... Master." 

I gulped at her use of the word. I'm used to her using it, she used it all the time when we had sex but she never used it out of the bedroom. God, she was perfect. "So what about that massage after my set," I purred in her ear.