Chapter 9 - Complications #2
Spice swallowed her pride. “Tell us.”
“Take those tops off. All the way.”
They obeyed. Viccy moved first, eager to regain favor. Spice peeled hers off with a glare she tried to hide and failed. Their uniforms landed on the mirror table near Lily’s knees.
Lily slapped Spice’s breast, then Viccy’s.
“Annoying,” she said, squeezing both of them now. “You really do have gorgeous tits.”
Viccy tried to smile through the pain. “Yours are better.”
“Smart answer.” Lily twisted her nipple again.
Viccy moaned and leaned closer instead of pulling away. She wanted approval so badly it made her honest.
Spice’s voice came rough. “We know you’re the wife.”
Lily looked at her. “Do you?”
Spice nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Then look at him.”
Both women turned their faces toward me.
Lily kept her hands on them. “Tell him why you’re on this table.”
Viccy’s lips trembled before she recovered enough to perform obedience. “Because we forgot our place.”
Spice held my stare for a second, then dropped hers. “Because she owns what we were trying to touch.”
Lily’s fingers slid lower. She cupped them between the legs, one after the other, testing what their mouths would not admit. Viccy sagged against her hand. Spice bit back a sound and failed.
“That’s better,” Lily said.
Darryl thrust up, and Lily’s eyes narrowed with pleasure. She stayed upright. She kept them there. Every motion of her hips made her grip shift against their bodies, and neither woman dared move without her permission.
Abel slapped his thighs. “Boss, you see this?”
“I see plenty,” I said. “Get up.”
His grin widened.
Reza pushed off the couch too, slower now but ready enough. Tedros stepped back from Lily’s mouth, stroking himself with one hand.
“Abel, Reza,” I said. “Break’s over.”
They came to the far side of the table. Abel went to Spice, with a wide grin, while Reza positioned himself in front of Viccy, always the salesman.
I turned Viccy and Spice by the shoulders so they faced the men. Lily kept one hand in each woman’s hair before they could settle.
“Make them hard,” I said.
Spice opened for Abel at once, pride turning into usefulness. Viccy took Reza with a softer mouth and wet lashes.
Lily pushed both their heads down at once.
Reza exhaled. Abel cursed under his breath. Darryl kept Lily filled from beneath, his hands locked at her hips as she rode him between the two women kneeling at her sides.
Lily’s face changed as she used them. Pushing and pulling the two women’s hair. Making their mouth work overtime on large cocks.
She tugged Viccy’s hair down, then corrected Spice with two fingers at her jaw. Viccy gagged and Lily loosened her grip for one breath, then pressed her back down when Reza slid forward again. Spice tried to take Abel faster, competitive even on her knees, and Lily caught that too.
“Greedy,” Lily said. “Slow down. You’re not auditioning for him.”
Spice made a muffled sound around Abel.
“You’re auditioning for me,” Lily added.
That line did more for me than any hand on my cock could have.
My wife had arrived at the center of it. The same women who had needled her jealousy were bare beside her, serving the men I had assigned, under her hand because I had put them there. Men could touch Lily. Women could beg for me. None of it moved the line I had drawn around my wife.
She looked across the room at me then, hair in her face, mouth parted. A command passed between us without either of us speaking.
You did this for me.
Yes.
Lily smiled with teeth. “You always were better at fixing problems, husband.”
There she was.
I returned to the recliner while the table worked under my orders.
Viccy braced one hand on the mirror for balance.
Spice’s fingers dug into Abel’s thigh. Lily held them both, correcting pressure with a tug, rewarding obedience with a stroke along the back of a neck.
Darryl’s rhythm lifted her through it, and when she tilted forward, Tedros stepped in close enough for her to grab him again with her mouth.
“Good girl,” I said.
Lily’s eyes flicked to mine, pleased and wicked, as she took Tedros down her throat.
My belt buckle came loose under my thumb. I pulled the leather free in one clean length and let it fall beside the recliner. The buckle struck the floor with a hard little clap that made Viccy flinch and made Lily look over.
That look nearly undid me.
She was tired. I could see it in the tremor of her thighs and the strain in her arms. Still, she stayed open for Darryl.
Still, she held Viccy and Spice where she wanted them.
When Reza pushed too deep and Viccy tried to retreat, Lily pressed her down for an extra second before giving her room for a breath.
Then guided her back down with a grip that brooked no argument.
When Abel’s hips got impatient, Lily tapped the back of Spice’s head.
“Take it deeper,” she said. “I know you can do it.”
Spice obeyed, resentful and aroused.
I watched my wife with another man inside her, two women humbled at her knees, and every soul in the room anticipating my next command.
My zipper parted under my fingers.
Lily watched my hand, then lifted her chin as much as Tedros allowed. Her gaze dared me to finish what I had started.
I settled back in the recliner and gave her the truth with my eyes before I gave the room another command.
Nobody in that club could take Lily from me. Tonight, I had made them help me give her back to herself.