Amiyah #3
The elevator dinged, the doors sliding open to reveal the penthouse suite. Floor-to-ceiling windows stretched across the room, casting a cityscape of sparkling lights that resembled a million stars. The air smelled faintly of leather and champagne, polished wood sparkling under crystal chandeliers.
The second the door clicked shut behind us, Calla leaned against it, her expression cool, commanding, utterly in control.
“Well?” she said, arching a brow. “Strip.”
I walked seductively to her, turning my back, “Unzip me, please, Mistress,” my voice syrupy sweet.
She ran her fingers delicately from the nape of my neck until she reached my zipper, tugging it down slowly.
“Thank you,” I whispered, her touch rendering me weak. “My pleasure,” she replied as she leaned forward and kissed my neck just below my ear, “Now be a good girl, get naked, and assume the position.”
The unzipped gown slid down my body in a whisper until it pooled at my feet.
Diamonds sparkling against my bare skin.
James stripped too, his tux jacket hitting the floor, his shirt, trousers, and boxers following as he knelt, massive and powerful, yet obedient, his eyes downcast, every muscle in his body tight.
I pressed my palms against the wall, my cheek against the cool surface, my legs spread just as she commanded. Arousal evident by my sticky thighs. I was vulnerable, exposed, and aching.
“Good,” she said softly, power dripping from every syllable. “Now the real party begins.”
The room was dimly lit, all glass and crystal, but all I could feel was the shadow of her moving behind me. Calla’s heels tapped once, twice, before the sound stopped. Then warmth ghosted down my spine, her fingertip, a trail of fire.
“You’re shaking already,” she whispered. “You should be.”
My breath stuttered as she pushed the dolphin vibrator inside my gushing pussy, positioning the clit stimulator right where it needed to be.
The jolt of pleasure caused my palms to press harder into the wall.
I could sense that the pleasure she was bringing me was also pleasing James, and without looking, I knew he was just as undone.
A low whir filled the air as the toy flickered alive inside me, and I bit my lip so hard I tasted copper. My body jolted, traitorous, pressing back into the wall as if I could escape the surge of sensation.
And then James groaned, deep and raw, the sound vibrating in my bones, letting me know she’d turned the vibrating cock ring back on.
“Both of you,” Calla said, her voice velvet and steel, “tethered by my hand. Your pleasure is mine to play with, mine to deny, mine to grant.”
The hum rose higher, stronger. My knees trembled. James' breath hitched into short, sharp bursts.
“Say it,” she commanded.
It tore from my lips before I could stop it. “Yours.”
James' voice followed, gravel and surrender. “Yours, Mistress.”
“Good,” she purred, satisfaction and pride evident in her voice. “But, not until I say so.”
The toy cut off suddenly, leaving me gasping, empty, desperate. James cursed under his breath, head bowed low. The silence was unbearable.
Calla stepped between us, slow, deliberate. I turned my head just enough to catch her in the glass reflection, dark velvet gown clinging to her body like a second skin, diamonds at her throat, her eyes sharp and alight. She was a vision, a predator, and we were her captured prey.
Her hand wrapped around James' throat, forcing his gaze up to hers. “Look at her,” she told him. “Watch her shake for me, come for me, again.”
I shivered harder under his gaze, heat flooding every inch of me.
Calla’s fingers trailed down my arm, nails grazing lightly, until her hand rested at my hip. “Do you feel that, princess? His eyes on you. My control over both of you, as you willingly surrender your power in exchange for mine.”
The toy surged to life again, brutal and relentless.
My cry broke free, echoing against the windows, my pussy pulsating in sync with the toy, my body alive with pleasure and need, my juices leaking and dripping from my center.
James groaned, fists clenching behind his back as if he could hold the world together by sheer force.
I was unraveling, my body trembling, every nerve strung tight. “Please—” The word slipped out before I could swallow it.
Calla’s lips brushed my ear. “Please, what?”
“Please… let me—”
The toy cut off again. My knees nearly buckled. A frustrated sob tore from my chest. James' ragged breathing matched mine, his body slick with sweat under the chandelier’s glow.
Calla’s laugh was soft, cruel, beautiful. “Aht aht. You don’t get to fall until I decide you’ve earned it.”
Minutes, hours, lifetimes passed in that cycle of torment. On, off. Pleasure spiking, yanked away. My body screamed for release, every muscle taut, every thought consumed by her. James trembled, his groans turning into desperate growls, his control fraying.
And then, finally, she stood between us again, her voice ringing like a bell. “James, between her legs, on your back, mouth open, now.”
Doing as he was told with no hesitation, I looked down to see James waiting with an open mouth and needy eyes. The toy surged to its peak, and this time she didn’t cut it off.
“Squat over his face and come for me, Princess. Let him taste what my control does to you.”
Doing as I was told, I hovered over his face just as the wave of pleasure tore through me, dragging me under.
“I-I’m coming for you, Mistresssssssss,” I sobbed out as my pussy gushed all over his face.
As my body gave way to the waves of pleasure, Calla finally granted James his release. James broke too, his roar muffled against clenched teeth, his body bowing under the force of it, white ropes of thick cum shooting out, landing on his stomach.
And through it all, Calla stood tall, her smile radiant, her diamonds glittering. She didn’t touch, didn’t move, just watched us come undone for her.
When the shaking eased, when the tremors slowed, she finally touched me, soft fingers along my jaw, grounding me. As she leaned down, she grabbed James' shoulder, pulling him upright to his knees.
“Such a good girl,” she whispered, softer now. “Both of you. Perfectly, mine.”
She looked at James with adoration in her eyes, lowering to her knees. “Help me clean our good boy up.”
I met her on her knees, her gown hiked up her thighs, his dick making its way into Calla’s red-stained mouth as we licked him completely clean.
“Ohhhh my fuckin’ God,” James rasped as he watched us swallow his dick.
“More like Mistress and her Princess rewarding a very good boy for his obedience.”
“Awwww,” James groaned as Calla’s tongue licked down his shaft, to his balls, before stopping to suck on his perineum, causing his breath to hitch as I took his dick to the back of my throat and suctioned until I could taste his cum on my tongue.
My eyes were closed, savoring his taste, when I felt his body jerk and his moans grow louder.
When I opened them, Calla had his legs spread wider as she pushed her tongue in his asshole.
“Fuuuuckkkkkk,” he moaned, “Permission to touch, Mistress.”
“Permission granted.”
And with her approval, James groped my round ass and played in my wet pussy as I continued to suck his dick.
Calla rose to her feet and unzipped her dress, which slid to the floor in a velvet pile.
Walking away to grab something, I was mesmerized when I noticed the red jeweled anal plug twinkling.
When she returned, she returned to her knees with a contraption I’d never seen.
Grabbing my throat, she pulled my face to her and kissed me so nastily that I nearly had another orgasm.
She removed the cock ring as she stretched the first ring around his dick, then the next ring she stretched around his balls, causing James to moan in pleasure.
“On your back,” she ordered, clicking open the small bottle of lube and coating what appeared to be a vibrating anal massager, and pushing it slowly inside his hole as she turned it on.
“Mistressssssss,” he groaned out, but not in agony, no, he was in complete fucking bliss.
“Always so open for me, every hole is needy. You’ve been so fucking good for me that you deserve to finally feel my Princess wrapped around you as I ride your face. Would you like that?” She asked, and the visual alone made my pussy gush even more.
“Yessssss, please Mistress, pleaseeeee, use me for your pleasure, take whatever you want from my body and make it yours,” he begged.
I was so turned on at the scene unfolding in front of me that my orgasm snuck up and washed over me like. “Mistressssss, I’m coming, I’m so sorryyyy, ohhhhh fuck,” I moaned loudly, coming all over James’ face and lower abdomen.
“Let it out, Princess. I knew it was coming. The way I know James’ body, I also know yours.
I know your limits and how far I can push you.
It’s my job to know everything about you, mind, body, and soul.
Now come sit on our good boy’s dick and don’t get up until he empties every drop of his cum in your pussy so that I can suck and lick it out of you. ”
Only ever wanting to be her good girl, I turned to face James as I sunk slowly taking every rigid inch, and no sooner did I make it down to the base of his dick did Calla sit on his face as she pulled me in for a kiss, leaving a trail of saliva in my mouth as I bounced up and down his hard shaft.
“Mmmm, look at you, James,” Calla moaned, “Your ass is filled, your balls stretched, your dick being rode, and your face being smothered.”
“Mmm hhmmm,” was all I could make out from him as he mumbled his unintelligible gratitude into Calla’s creamy pussy. We continued to use James’ body for our pleasure. Calla’s release began to place her mind and body in a chokehold as she demanded we meet her in ecstasy.
“This dick is so good, mmmmm,” I moaned out, coming all over his dick as he emptied himself inside me, watching as Calla’s body shook and made a mess all over his face.
“You have something that belongs to me,” she said, climbing off James’ face as she squatted, “Give it here, now.”
Doing as I was told, I disconnected myself from James, feeling an immediate ache and emptiness as the evidence of our release dripped from the hole he’d just stretched deliciously.
Standing in front of my Mistress, who had desire emanating from her body, she pulled me to her face and licked the stickiness from my thighs first.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned, her satisfaction as my body jerked slightly.
Her tongue slithered across my sensitive clit as her fingers entered then exited my slit, pulling the remnants of our lovemaking with her as she murmured between licking and slurping me, “Open.”
She slid her dripping fingers in my mouth as I sucked them with a sensuality that surprised even me.
The more her tongue explored, the more my body weakened, but I felt James’ body press against me, holding me up as Calla’s oral assault continued to send waves of pleasure through my body.
“Give our Mistress your pleasure, baby,” James cooed in my ear, “She wants all of it, show her you’re a good girl who’s obedient,” he encouraged lovingly as he pinched my nipples and kissed my neck.
“Mmmmmmm, Mistresssssss,” I cried out.
“Listen to James, Princess, give it to me now, I need to be full off you.”
The need in her voice as she feasted on me, his thumb rubbing my asshole, sent my mind and body into a tailspin as I moaned out my release and flooded her mouth. As I looked down, her face was wet, and her eyes glowed with delight.
“Mmmmmm, so responsive and obedient,” she lauded. Her praise was like an endorphin release, taking me on a natural high.
As our heart rates returned to normal and our breathing evened out, the city glittered outside the windows, but all I could see was her.
Calla, slowly standing to her feet, power still radiating from her even as my body trembled.
My chest heaved, my skin slick with sweat and diamonds, my legs weak as water.
James was no better; his chest was still rising and falling quickly, the tension draining from him at last.
Then, Calla moved to reach me; her hands were gentle. She cupped my face, tilting it up so I had no choice but to meet her gaze. Gone was the sharp command; in its place, warmth softened her eyes.
“You did so well,” she whispered, her thumb stroking along my cheekbone. “Both of you.”
Her reassurance melted me. I sagged into her touch, eyes burning with tears I hadn’t expected. She pressed a kiss to my temple, lingering there like a balm.
When she turned to James, I watched her hands wrap around his throat gently. He brought his eyes to meet hers, exhaustion written in every line of his face, as she brought his forehead to meet hers. “Good boy,” she murmured, and the sound of his ragged exhale filled the silence.
She led us both toward the bathroom so we could shower and make our way to the massive bed draped in white linen. “Come on,” she said softly. “You’ve given me everything tonight. Let me give something back.”
After we washed and caressed each other in the silence of the erotic aftermath, crawling into the sheets, sinking into the cool fabric, my body still trembling in little aftershocks.
James followed, sliding in on the other side, his arm brushing mine.
For a moment, I felt awkward, unsure, but then Calla slipped between us, drawing both our heads to her chest.
The three of us lay tangled, her fingers stroking through my hair on one side, through his on the other. The silence wasn’t heavy; it was full, safe, grounding.
“You belong to me,” she said, softer now, more like a promise than a command. “But don’t forget,” her fingers squeezed lightly in both our hair, “I belong to you too.”
Tears slid down my temple before I could stop them. James pressed closer, his arm brushing mine, his hand finding my wrist under the sheets like he needed the same tether.
Calla kissed the top of my head, then his. “Sleep,” she murmured. “Tomorrow, the world can have us back. Tonight, it was all about us.”
The diamonds at my throat pressed lightly against her nude body, her heartbeat steady beneath my cheek. Tonight I let go completely, not trembling from arousal or denial, but from the overwhelming relief of being held.
And as sleep tugged at me, I realized: the release hadn’t just been physical. It was deeper. She’d taken us apart only to put us back together, bound tighter and steadier, mentally and emotionally.