Chapter 15 #2
As Yara got prepared in the closet with what I was sure would be a strap-on that she knew would be just a little bigger than I was expecting, Wendy was exploring Vi’s body with a delicate touch, circling her nipples with her fingers and playfully twisting the piercings. Vi, obviously, was in heaven.
“Do you trust me?” Yara said, her hand on my shoulder. I felt the strap-on press against my ass as she got into position.
“Trust you how?” I said.
“Trust me that you don’t get to see the strap-on before it goes in you, but I promise it’ll blow your mind…” Yara moved her hand down my stomach, the latex covering it sticking to my sweaty skin in such a wonderful way.
“You haven't led me astray before…” I said.
“Now I know that’s not true, but I appreciate it.” Yara chuckled before grabbing my ass hard, her fingers spreading me open just a little. “Open your legs.”
I wanted to throw off a bratty one-liner, but my body was throbbing for touch and attention, especially after Yara’s single lick and watching Wendy and Vi, and I didn’t know how much more mind games I could endure right now.
So, without a word, I shuffled my feet apart, spreading myself open for Yara.
“You are so ready to take this, aren’t you?” Yara said, pressing the head of the dildo against my entrance. Fuck, I was already on fire and she wasn’t even inside me.
“Oh, come on, I can’t be that wet, can I?” I said.
“Em…” Yara wrapped her arm around the base of my abdomen, pushing the dildo upward, getting the first few inches into me. “You are not fooling anyone.”
I went slack, resting myself against Yara’s hips to let her get more into me. I was so soaked, I was concerned I was going to start dripping on the floor underneath me. Wouldn’t be the worst problem to have.
“It’s your job to get her completely ready for Mistress Morrigan, Yara…” Wendy said, watching me as she entered me from behind.
“Yes, Mistress…” Yara said, getting the remaining length of the dildo into me, her thighs pressing against the back of mine, practically lifting me off the ground with the sudden thrust. I had to give respect where respect was due, Yara had the best strap technique out of anyone in our little group, and she was particularly intense from this angle.
It was overwhelming, her thrusting herself so powerfully into me, using my body as her plaything.
“She looks like a puppet hoisted up on that cock, Yara…” Wendy grinned, an edge of evil in her eyes.
“Are you my puppet, Em?” Yara said, bouncing me against her thighs, knowing she could go at me harder than anyone else in the group, something she was using to dramatic effect.
“Mmm hmm…” I moaned, conserving my energy in order to focus it all on receiving Yara’s pleasure.
“Fff…fucking rail her, Yara…” Vi said. I looked over and saw that she was fingering herself at the sight of it, the leather shorts she was wearing pulled to the side, and I couldn’t blame her.
“Vi’s getting so wet looking at how I’m filling you up, Emma…I bet you want to taste that, don’t you?” Yara growled, sliding her hand up my stomach and playing with the chain.
“She’s all yours, Yara, don’t mind me…” Vi winked at Yara and returned her attention to me, our eyes locked as we both enjoyed pleasure separately from across the room.
My body was hot and loose, sweat dripping down my back and stomach. This was already so intense, and I could feel the horizon of an orgasm creeping up, but then I looked over and saw that the night was about to take another wonderful turn.
“Yara, that’s enough.” Morrigan’s voice echoed throughout the room, Brenda’s skills at public speaking always making her domme persona that much more effective.
Even though there wasn’t an order to do so, Vi stopped pleasuring herself, shifting her shorts back into place and sitting up like she had just been caught doing something shocking…which, in pretty much all circumstances but this one, she would have been, to be fair.
“Yes, Mistress Morrigan.” Yara said, a softness and quiet to her voice that I almost never heard from the usually direct and sarcastic person that she was.
She relaxed and pulled out of me, stepping back, leaving me feeling delightfully wrung out, a sudden void between my legs craving the attention I was getting just a moment ago.
I put my feet flat on the ground and inched my legs closed a bit.
As safe of a position as I was in, I was already a little exhausted from Yara’s delightful pounding.
Behind me, I heard Morrigan’s boots crack against the hard floor of the room, her command of the scene established instantly.
She was the best at what she did for a reason.
“Yara…” Morrigan took a couple steps toward the rather sweaty-looking woman who still had the strap-on hanging from her hips. The catsuit was sexy, but, there’s no way she wasn’t sweltering in it by now. “Why on earth did you stop?”
“Stop what?”
“Stop fucking Emma…”
“You said to.”
“Now, Yara…attention to detail is a very important thing.” Morrigan approached Yara, running her hand down her stomach. “I believe just a few minutes ago, somebody told you that you would fuck Emma until she told you to stop, didn’t she?”