Trade negotiations

Alison shuffled her hands up until they were on top of Joan's own wrists. She held them down as she aggressively kissed her, her tongue pushing out and into the other girl's mouth. Joan moaned loudly but made no effort to struggle free. If anything, her legs pulled Alison's hips in. Connor watched them kiss from right by their faces, occasionally leaning in for a soft kiss to one of their cheeks when they separated.

The girls didn't break eye contact though. Even when Connor began nuzzling kisses into Joan's neck and shoulder, moving around to get past Alison's arm, she didn't look down.

"Joan?" asked Connor, "are you ok?" The stare was worrying him a little.

"It's fine," said Alison, "I've wanted this for a long time. She's had trouble with the idea though."

She broke the stare and looked over at Connor.

"So, Connor, she never told you about it? She's always wanted that whole 50 Shades S&M thing. Wanted it to be you though. Didn't think- hey!"

Joan interrupted her friend's speech, sputtering objections, pulling her hands free, and biting at her shoulder. Alison's weight told, though, and she quickly had Joan under control again.

"Didn't think you had it in you. Seemed fine when I came in though. And now I'd like a turn. If you don't mind."

Connor stared open mouthed at both of them for a moment.

"I think we need to talk first. Let go of Joan," said Connor, and immediately scooped her into his own arms, "I didn't know that was how she felt. That stuff you saw, that was the first time."

"Well, girls talk. I thought I could help her with that. Joan always seemed to be so straight though."

"And you're not?"

"What did it look like to you?"

Connor didn't immediately reply. He was looking at Joan for any reaction. Finally when he spoke, it was to his girlfriend.

"All this true?"

She just nodded.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

She didn't reply, but snuggled into his chest.

"Ok. Look at me. Look. At. Me." said Connor as he pulled at Joan's hair until she met his gaze, "I want you to tell me what you want. Always. I'll tell you what I want, too." He took a deep breath, feeling his heart rate begin to do that doublespeed rhythm once again.

"Tell me, Joan, you want me to take control of you?"

"Yes. Dammit. Both of you, you're such- aah!" Alison cut off Joan mid-insult by reaching out and pinching her bared nipples.

"Alison!" said Connor with a scolding tone, "You don't have permission. Yet." Alison made no effort to let go. Joan mewled as her nipples were twisted and kissed at Connor. He let her explore his lips for a moment, then moved back and looked over her to Alison.

He reached down and pulled Alison's hands free from his girlfriend. He moved forwards, Joan slipping to one side, and pulled Alison's hands behind her back. He was suddenly concious of how huge her breasts were as they were thrust forwards, almost into his face, and of how unsure he himself was about taking control.

Connor swallowed, and thought hard about his next words.

"If you want to play with her, then I'm interested. We know what a great person you are. But Joan needs to agree, too. She's mine," and Connor was surprised by the heat that he put into that statement, "But she gets to choose who she sleeps with. Or makes out with. Or whatever. I think I can handle the idea of her being with someone else, especially when it's that hot. But she's got to want it."