33. Chapter 33
Chapter 33
Grace
“What are we doing?”
When Victor came home tonight, he demanded Lili and I meet him in the basement in comfortable clothing.
“I don’t work out, Victor. What are we doing here?”
Victor laughs and points to the center of the gym. We aren’t working out. I’m going to teach both of you some self-defense.
Lili looks at me and back to Victor. “Seems like a good idea to me.”
The idea of sparring with Victor does sound appealing. Especially when he’s in gray sweatpants and a tight black tank top that hugs his muscles.
“Why now?”
He steps toward me and tucks a hand under my chin. “Why does it sound like you’re trying to argue with me, butterfly?”
I shake my head, trying not to be distracted by his glorious scent. “I’m not. But this is out of the blue and I want to understand.”
He stares at me intently, his dark brown eyes boring into me. “You clearly have a stalker. And after the incident at the school, it would give me a small amount of comfort if you knew how to defend yourself. And Lili told us what happened to her. If she’d had some training, she might have been able to injure him and get away faster.”
Lili shudders beside me, and I reach out to squeeze her hand.
“OK. Thank you for explaining,” I whisper, still staring up at him.
He kisses me, his lips harsh against mine in a way that is more protective than I thought a kiss could be. When he steps back, he’s not my broody, yet caring Dom. He’s a focused, no-nonsense instructor launching into a spiel on being aware of your surroundings at all times. Then he shows us how to find pressure points, and the best ways to take a man down if they attack us from behind, from the side, or from the front.
All of it is very overwhelming, but by the end of the session I’m glad to have the knowledge under my belt. But I’m also all too aware of Lili’s body every time he has us practice taking each other down. And when I wind up pinned beneath him and his deadly stare he laughs and pulls me up. “Next time, I’m bringing a vibrator and forcing you to get off so you can focus on the task and not your needy little cunt, butterfly. This is life or death.”
“Then you both need to stop looking at me like I’m a meal you’re about to devour. And perhaps next time don’t come down here smelling like sex and danger,” I retort.
He narrows his eyes, trying to decide if I’ve crossed the line from sassy to brat. It’s such a fuzzy line, even for me who doesn’t usually brat.
“Fair enough,” he finally says, offering me his hand once more. “Sex and then training from now on. But let’s go, butterfly, you can help me shower and if you’re lucky, I’ll get you off. Or I’ll let you simmer all night.”
Lili stands back as we head for the stairs back up to the main level of the house and Victor turns. “Come on, Spitfire. Shower on your own or join the two of us.” Then he looks at me with a wink.
“Tomorrow, you and Lili can practice while I’m at work. When I get back, you can both show me how you’ve improved. Deal?”
The next day, Lili and I find ourselves in the gym after Victor left us with instructions to drill each other on the moves he taught us last night. “I’ll be testing both of you. Grace I can punish however I see fit,” his gaze turns to Lili, hot and intense as he straightens his tie, “and don’t think for a second that because you’re not my submissive, I won’t find a way to punish you too if you ignore me.”
Lili is unfazed. She simply smirks and points for the door. “Leave us, you oaf. And while you’re out causing mayhem or whatever you do with your day, you can imagine me, here, pinning your girl to the mat. And when I can’t resist a taste of her lips, you’ll have only yourself to thank for the way she moans my name.”
Victor’s nostril’s flare, and for a second, I expect him to growl something menacing. Instead, he cups my face in both hands and kisses me rough and deep. His hands slide from my face to my hair, giving him better control of the angle as he bruises my lips with his frustration. When I whimper, he pulls away, slides a hand beneath my skirt, and dips one finger inside my aching pussy. “If you so much as dream about having an orgasm without me here, butterfly? You won’t sit for a week.”
I moan as he slowly finger fucks me in front of Lili, making my face go red. “Play all you want,” he whispers against my ear, “but your orgasms are still mine, and I want to see every twitch, hear every moan as you lose control.”
He gives Lili a smug look and a kiss on the cheek, then stalks out of the bedroom, leaving both of us speechless.
Now, we’re standing in the gym, and the sexual tension is thick as we try to run through the various moves Victor taught us. But my brain is misfiring again, and Lili keeps pinning me. After the fifth time winding up underneath her, she presses her lips to mine.
I whimper and wriggle my arms free from her grasp to wrap them around her neck, losing myself in the kiss. We are frantic as we explore each other’s mouths, tongues dancing, hands sliding down sweaty fabric. I growl in frustration when her tight sports bra won’t budge as I try to peel it off her sticky skin. She sits up and laughs. “Hang on, gorgeous girl, let’s go shower before we can play.” But I shake my head.
“No. I want you here. Like this. The fact that I can’t come, doesn’t mean I can’t get you off.”
Lili raises an eyebrow. “You really gonna hold back and not come for me?”
I nod solemnly. “There are few promises I’m ever comfortable breaking, but especially not ones I make to my Dom. Power exchange is meaningful to me and I submitted and gave him the right to own my pleasure. I won’t back down from that for an orgasm or two. Not when I know that the orgasms I’ll get for obeying will be even better. The two of you making me come at the same time when I’ve been a good girl? So much hotter than the denial and conversation with Victor’s belt that I’ll get if I give in to my desire.”
Lili gasps at my little speech and brushes a damp curl away from my face. “Wow. You made that sound hot as fuck, Grace. Not enough for me to ever be willing to hand over control of my pleasure like that. But still. In that case,” she pauses and peels her sports bra off her chest and sits up on her knees to push her yoga pants down. “Have your way with me, gorgeous.”
I push her back on the mat and straddle her hips, letting my eyes wander from the long column of her neck to the first swell of her breasts. Her nipples tighten under my gaze as she inhales deeply. I cup her in my hands, letting a thumb and forefinger knead each sensitive tip until she writhes beneath me. Unable to resist any longer, I bend and kiss her neck, soft at first, until I’m overwhelmed with the desire to leave my mark.
Feral is not something I’ve ever described myself as in bed, but Victor and Lili both seem to bring out a rougher side to my sexuality. I sink my teeth into the sensitive spot where her shoulder and neck meet, and she digs her nails into my back as she hisses.
Guilt slams into me as I remember the marks on her thighs and I bolt upright. “I’m so sorry. Was that OK?”
She looks at me with longing. “Grace, it was more than OK. Don’t let what my bastard husband did to me impede your desires. Every mark you and Victor leave on me is erasing a terrible memory.”
I trail a finger over the angry red spot I’ve left on her collarbone, and wince. “I’m sorry I didn’t ask first.”
She grips my wrist and shakes her head. “No guilt, lover. I hope it bruises. I’m going to love being marked by you.”
A voice startles both of us. “Grace can’t stand the thought of truly hurting someone. Can you butterfly?”
He strolls into the room pulling off his suit jacket. “Now I know this isn’t one of the maneuvers I taught you.” He crouches down and captures my lips in a brutal kiss. “You smell like sweat and sex, butterfly. Did you behave or do I need to bend you over the weight machine and fuck your tight little ass after I’ve spanked the hell out of you for taking pleasure that isn’t yours to take?”
I damn near confess to something I didn’t do because of the deliciousness of his threat. But Lili reaches up and runs a hand along my jaw. “She was good. Even when I baited her. Instead, I got the most beautiful speech about what her submission means and how power exchange works for her. But you walked in before she could make me come. I hope you plan on making it up to me.”
Victor looks at me with pride and kisses my forehead. “Good girl. Now, do you want to make Lili come, or shall I?”
When I open my mouth to answer, he presses a finger to my lips. “Don’t even think about asking when you’ll get to come, little girl. Just trust me to take care of you.”
I blush and smile at him. “I trust you, Sir. And I definitely want to make Lili come.”
“Thank fuck,” Lili breathes.
“OK, but now that I’m home, we’re doing this my way.”
Lili rolls her eyes, making me giggle. “Oh sure. Man comes home, and he’s convinced his way is better.”
Victor narrows his eyes at her. “I can always take my property upstairs and fuck her brains out and leave you to fend for yourself if you want to keep running your smart mouth.”
She clamps her lips together and Victor reaches out to tweak one nipple. “That’s what I thought.”
Turning to me, still straddling Lili’s hips, he winks and kisses me again. “Strip, butterfly. You get to make Lili feel good, but I’m going to drive you mad while you do.”
I pull my workout clothes off and bend to kiss Lili again when I’m naked before sliding down her body and trailing kisses and love bites from her neck to her thigh. I pause when I see the scars that mar her otherwise perfect skin and Lili pushes a hand into my hair. “Don’t think about that monster, Grace. Just think about me and the way I want to come for you.”
Victor stands and pulls his tie loose as I press kisses to Lili’s thighs and then to her pubic bone. As I’m dragging my tongue over her clit for the first time, I hear the faint plop of fabric hitting the ground and I see Victor’s shirt out of the corner of my eye. Then he’s behind me, his presence unmistakable. And when he slides a finger inside my drenched pussy, I groan around Lili’s clit in my mouth. Lili laughs. “That was fun. Do it again.”
Victor pumps his finger in and out of me, then adds a second digit, stretching me ever so slightly. I whimper as I suck and lick Lili’s sensitive bundle of nerves and she lifts her hips, meeting my tongue.
“Don’t get distracted, Mariposa. Your body is here to please. You’ll have your turn, but right now, focus on being a good little fuck toy. Mine to tease and torment with my fingers while your tongue makes our guest tremble.”
It’s impossible not to push my hips back to meet Victor’s fingers as he probes me and teases my clit, but I manage to keep my face buried between Lili’s legs, licking and sucking as I make her tremble. When the orgasm hits, she cries out and pulls at my hair, making me whimper with need of my own. But Victor still doesn’t give me permission for my own release. Instead, he drags me off of Lili and pulls me up until I’m standing. His mouth bruises my lips in a crushing kiss before he steps back looking smug in his slacks and bare chest.
“Come at me, Grace. Take me down.”
My eyes go wide. “Seriously? I’m naked.”
“And an attacker isn’t going to wait for you to get dressed.” He lunges for me like a would-be assailant, and I dodge his first attempt as I try to remember the training. But my mind is still focused on the heat between my legs, and a few seconds later I find myself flat on my back, pinned beneath him.
“Every time you let your guard down, you’re adding to your denial time, butterfly. So, focus. I don’t give a shit how horny you are. This is life or death.”
Damn him.
“Yes, Sir,” I mutter as he rolls off me and offers his hand to help me up.
“Now try again. And this time, pay attention to your surroundings.” As he speaks, he’s moving, and before I know it, I’m being dragged across the mat.
“No fair. You didn’t give me a chance to get my bearings.”
His hand finds my throat as he drops to the mat with me in his arms. “You think an assailant is going to give you the chance to get your bearings?”
I huff as his hand tightens just enough. Fine. So he has a point.
For the next twenty minutes, he slams me on my ass repeatedly until I finally manage to dodge him twice. The next time he pins me, his hand slides between us and cups my pussy.
“Victor no. I’m a mess.”
His eyes flash fire and his touch turns from a caress to digging his fingers into my flesh. “You did not just tell me not to touch what’s mine. I’ll keep you begging for days little butterfly. And you won’t shower before I strap you to my bed, either.” His thumb finds my clit and I gasp. Then his teeth sink into my shoulder in the same spot I bit Lili. I groan and grind myself shamelessly against his hand.
When his mouth finds my ear, I whimper at the feel of his hot breath over my skin, but his words are my undoing. “Come for me, Grace. And the only reason I’m allowing it is because you were a good girl and didn’t give in when you had a beautiful woman trying to get you naked. Now come.”
The orgasm crashes into me, and somewhere in the fog I hear Lili whisper, “Holy shit that was hot.”
Before I realize what’s happening, Victor scoops me into his arms and carries me up the stairs, with Lili trailing behind. The three of us end up in Victor’s shower and then his bed where we end the day in an orgasm fueled haze that rivals anything I’ve seen at the club.
Later that night, I’m awake between Lili and Victor, and my mind can’t help but drift to the past where I’m in a similar situation. Only tonight I feel cherished, not used. Held, not trapped. And my heart aches at the idea that it could all come crashing down at any moment.