Chapter 16 #2
So we handled it properly. Testing, agreements, boundaries, one conversation after another until everybody understood the difference between being invited and being used.
Desiree knew Lizzie and Jetta had become part of what we were willing to share.
I straighten and look at the two women caressing her chest.
“Don’t be polite with her,” I say. “She doesn’t need polite.”
Lizzie smiles against Desiree’s nipple before sucking harder.
Jetta follows, one hand sliding over Desiree’s stomach, fingers spreading over the softness there. She wants Desiree to feel exactly what’s being touched and exactly what’s wanted.
I pick up the paddle and walk to Lizzie first.
She sees me coming but doesn’t take her mouth off Desiree.
I run the paddle down the back of her thigh, slow enough for her body to understand the warning before the sting. Her ass lifts before I tell her to offer it.
“Look at that,” I say. “Learning already.”
Desiree eases her head toward Lizzie’s side. “What are you doing?”
“Rewarding focus.”
The paddle cracks across Lizzie’s ass.
She gasps around Desiree’s nipple and sucks harder.
Desiree’s back arches. “Shit.”
“Stay down.”
I move to Jetta.
She’s watching me now, mouth still on Desiree, caught between wanting the paddle and fear of how much she might like it.
“Tell me you want the same.”
Jetta pulls off Desiree’s chest long enough to respond. “I do.”
“Full answer.”
“Yes, Alpha. I want my ass spanked.”
Desiree makes a sound at that, low and dirty.
I drag the paddle up Jetta’s thigh and tap the inside once before moving behind her. “Then keep your mouth where I put it.”
Jetta loves to be obedient.
I give her one across the ass, firm.
Her moan goes straight into Desiree’s skin.
Desiree’s hands twist above her head.
“Alpha.”
“I know.”
“No, you don’t.”
I come back to the head of the trestle and bring the paddle down against the inside of Desiree’s thigh. “I do. And when we’re done, you will too.”
Their mouths leave her nipples and move lower together, kissing over the full curve of her titties, the underside of each one, her ribs, her stomach.
They take their time with her, and not one inch of it feels careful in the way shame teaches a woman to expect.
They want her. All of her. And I make sure she has no choice but to feel that.
Jetta presses a kiss just below her navel, then turns to me. “Can I?”
“Ask her.”
Her attention moves to Desiree. “Can I taste you?”
With only arousal visible in her eyes, she breathes out, “Yes.”
“Honey,” I warn.
Desiree looks toward me, my correction making her inhale deeply. “Yes, Jetta. You can eat my pussy.”
I pull once on the leash, just enough to remind her that I still have her. “Good girl.”
Jetta kisses the inside of one thigh, then the other, taking her time. It’s obvious she’s been thinking about this since the first night she learned what wanting a woman could feel like. Desiree’s legs open wider for her, and I watch my woman give permission with her whole body.
With both hands spreading her freshly sugared pussy open, Jetta moans before dragging her tongue from her clit down through all that wetness.
Then pushes her tongue inside and swirls it in deep, fucking her with her mouth until Desiree’s hips start lifting and her hands leave the position I gave her for the second time.
I catch one wrist and put it back above her head.
“Move them again and I’ll strap them down.”
“You say that like I don’t like that shit.”
I pick up the paddle and bring it down against the leather beside Desiree’s hip, close enough to make her feel the warning without giving her the sting yet. “You’re getting real comfortable for a woman who just walked in here surprised.”
Desiree swallows down the sound trying to leave her, then gives me that smile she knows is about to cost her. “You’re getting real bold for a man who had to bring backup.”
Lizzie’s mouth freezes against her.
Jetta pauses with her lips still wet.
I stare down at Desiree until her smile starts losing its confidence.
“Say that shit again.”
She knows better.
I set the paddle down and pull the leash once. “Up.”
Jetta moves back. Lizzie lifts her head. Desiree lies there with that half-ass smirk, which is exactly why I’m about to fix it.
“Up,” I repeat.
She sits up slowly, skin damp, thighs wet, that sassy mouth still in place after pushing me one time too many. I help her off the trestle and sit in the chair near the chaise.
“Over my knee.”
Her eyes move to Lizzie and Jetta.
“In front of them?” she asks.
“You had a lot to say in front of them.”
Her eyes come back to mine. “I did.”
“And now you’re going to take what comes with that.”
She walks to me with that same grown-woman nerve I love on her, then lowers herself across my lap, belly down, ass high, bare titties hanging free, nipples still wet from Lizzie’s mouth, and her pussy open enough for me to see exactly how much she’s been enjoying herself.
I slowly run my palm over her ass before I spank her, letting her feel the difference between being admired and being corrected.
“Why are you over my knee?”
“Because you’re sensitive.”
“You’re trying me, Honey.”
The first slap cracks across her ass, full-handed and loud.
Lizzie makes a small sound.
Jetta nibbles at her lip.
I keep my hand between Desiree’s shoulder blades.
“Because I’m mouthy.”
Another slap, same cheek, harder.
“And?”
“Because I like being spanked.”
“There it is,” I say, rubbing my palm over the mark. “Honest at last.”
I give her five more before I let Lizzie and Jetta come closer.
Their hands move over her while I spank her, not soothing her out of it, just keeping her surrounded.
Lizzie kisses the back of her shoulder. Jetta runs her hand along Desiree’s thigh, then higher, fingertips skimming the wetness dripping down my thigh.
“Damn,” Jetta says, almost to herself. “Her pussy is so fucking pretty. So wet.”
Desiree turns her face into my thigh. “Jetta.”
“No,” I tell her. “Let her say what she sees.”
Jetta’s hand moves higher with my permission, fingers sliding through the mess between Desiree’s legs.
“She’s soaking my fingers.”
Jetta keeps touching her, not shy with it anymore. Slower now, dirtier, learning what makes Desiree’s thighs tense over my lap. When she pulls her hand free, she’s wet across the knuckles.
Lizzie sees it and leans in.
“Ask,” I tell her.
She catches herself. “Alpha, can I kiss her?”
Across from her, Jetta’s mouth opens around a breath she doesn’t finish.
Desiree stops moving over my lap.
I turn my head. “You want Lizzie’s mouth?”
“Yes, Alpha.”
“Then come closer.”
Jetta eases her hand from between Desiree’s thighs and starts to bring it to her own mouth.
I stop her. “Don’t be greedy. Share it with Lizzie.”
Lizzie leans in, and Jetta gives her what she wants. The first pull of Lizzie’s mouth has Desiree digging into my thigh while she watches her best friend taste her through another woman’s fingers.
“Alpha.”
“I see it.”
I slide my hand between her legs and take some of that mess for myself. She’s soaked, open, and making more of it while Lizzie sucks her off Jetta’s hand.
“I know exactly what I’m looking at.”
Lizzie lets Jetta’s fingers slip from her mouth, then leans forward and kisses her.
Jetta makes a sound into it, small at first, then deeper when Lizzie’s tongue finds hers. They kiss over Desiree’s body, slow and wet, sharing what they took from her.
“Stand.”
She pushes up from my lap, and I settle back into the chair, pulling her between my knees the moment she stands.
Lizzie and Jetta are still kissing, silver chains brushing together, hands finding each other’s hips, thighs, necks, their mouths slick with my woman.
I let Desiree see what she started, then guide her down to the floor at my feet.
“Knees.”
She lowers.
“Face them.”
She does.
I sit back, spread my legs, and take my dick in my hand.
I stroke myself slowly while Lizzie kisses Jetta deeper, my hand moving from base to head, thumb dragging through the wetness already gathered there.
“Look at them,” I tell Desiree.
Her eyes stay on the two women.
“Look at what you made.”
Lizzie breaks the kiss first, breathing hard. Jetta follows her mouth then catches herself, and that makes Desiree hum from the floor.
“You taste so good, Honey, both of them forget we’re sitting right here,” I say.
Lizzie kisses Jetta again, nastier this time, one hand sliding up into Jetta’s hair, the other catching the links at her collarbone without pulling.
Jetta opens for her and gives it right back, tongue and all, and the sound of their mouths working together makes Desiree’s knees press wider on the rug.
I tighten my grip around my dick.
“Good girls.”
The praise gets into both of them. Lizzie gives her more tongue. Jetta takes it and wants more.
Desiree looks back at me. “Alpha.”
“Yes, Honey?”
Her eyes move to Lizzie, then Jetta, then back to me. “I want Lizzie eating my pussy.”
Lizzie’s attention snaps to her.
“And Jetta?” I ask.
Desiree swallows.
Jetta waits for it, already too deep in the moment.
Desiree gives me a filthy little smile. “I want her pussy and ass on my face.”
I keep stroking myself, slower now, because if I move any faster, this will turn into me taking over too soon.
“Ask them.”
Desiree turns toward Lizzie first. “You want to eat my pussy?”
Lizzie doesn’t make her wait. “Yes.”
“Lizzie,” I groan.
Her eyes stay on Desiree. “Yes, Honey. I want to eat your pussy.”
Desiree makes a sound I feel in my dick.
Then she looks at Jetta. “You want to sit on my face?”
Jetta’s hand goes to the silver chain at her throat, holding it while she gets the words together.
“Yes.”
Desiree waits, and I smirk a bit because now she’s making them give her a full response without me telling her to.
Jetta catches up. “Yes, Honey. I want my pussy and ass on your face.”
Desiree looks back at me.