Chapter Six #2
By the time I broke the kiss, Kiki and I had peeled off Samantha’s panties. The blonde was gasping, squirming against me, boiling over between her legs at the prospect of being the meat in a Jack-and-Kiki sandwich.
“I love you, Daddy,” she murmured, grinding herself against my thigh. “I love you, and I love my wives. I love you all so fucking much…!”
“Lie back,” Yukiko said. “Put your hands over your head, boo.”
Samantha did as she was told. Yukiko slid to one side, while my babygirl spread her thighs to let me kneel between them. I was so hard it hurt, the fabric making a tent of my boxers.
Yukiko slid Samantha’s hands through the slats of the headboard. She took the blonde’s panties—the ones we’d just slid down her thighs—and used them to tie a knot between her wrists, fastening them loosely into place.
Samantha’s eyes went wide. “What are you doing?”
“Jack told you we’re not going anywhere,” Yukiko said in a matter-of-fact tone.
“And tonight, neither are you.” She shared a glance with me, watching to make sure I found this as hot as she did.
“I don’t want you to move a muscle, Sam.
You’re going to let your Daddy and me take care of you, okay?
” She leaned in for a messy kiss, one hand gripping Samantha’s thighs.
“Please let us show you how much we love you, babygirl.”
Samantha gasped. I almost did, too.
I’d never heard Kiki use that word with Samantha before.
Hearing it did something to Samantha that I wanted to see happen as often as possible. She looked at Yukiko in amazement, her jaw hanging open as she melted into the mattress.
“O-okay,” she murmured, testing the knot in the panties. “If that’s what you want, too, Daddy…”
Fuck. Fuck this was so hot.
“I do,” I growled, pushing the covers back to the foot of the bed. Samantha’s shirt rode up around her tummy, leaving her naked and dripping from the waist down. “You’re going to lie there, babygirl. And you’re going to feel the things we want you to feel. And listen to what we say.”
“Oh hell yes,” Yukiko whispered, nibbling her bottom lip.
Samantha nodded. “Please?”
I took off my boxers and threw my shirt into a corner.
No one can say Kiki and I didn’t take our time. We were almost agonizingly slow with Samantha, running our hands all over her hips and legs before pulling her t-shirt up to her collar and burying our faces in her heavy tits. Samantha gasped, arching her back, her eyelashes fluttering with bliss.
“Let me tell you what I love about you, babygirl,” I growled, lifting my head from her nipple to her lips. I loomed over her, my hands on either side of her torso, my face filling her world. “Kiki, you know what to do.”
She did. Without an ounce of shame, my head wife slid her hand between Samantha’s thighs to cup her soft, glistening mound.
Samantha let out a high-pitched whine of pleasure as two of Kiki’s fingers disappeared into her pussy, stabbing deep but slow as her thumb traveled in torturous little circles around her clit.
“I love the way you can’t be in a room with someone sad without trying to make them feel better,” I told her, my lips teasingly close to hers as Kiki fingered her. “I love that you’re never not the Queen Bee of Delta Rho, even hundreds of miles away in Boston.”
Samantha’s face was a mask of pleasure. “Oh fuck,” she groaned, her wrists pressing against the slats. “Daddy, I need you—”
With her other hand, Yukiko reached up and grabbed Samantha’s wrists.
“No,” my head wife whispered, shaking her head. “No performance. No brat. Just our babygirl, letting us love her all up…”
Yukiko wasn’t going to let Samantha be anything other than passive. With a whimper, the blonde relaxed into the mattress, her hips rocking to meet Kiki’s fingers as she hit all of Samantha’s most sensitive spots in that slow, steady rhythm.
Kiki leaned in close, her lips against Samantha’s ear. “I love how fierce you are,” she said, her fingers moving faster. “I love that you came after Jessamyn Fawkes with a fucking baseball bat and that you would’ve used it. I was all ready to bury that bitch in the backyard with you, Samantha…”
“I love the way you say Daddy like it’s a full sentence,” I growled, getting into it now.
My cock pointed towards the slit between her legs like an iron girder, and I knew the second Kiki sent the blonde over the edge I was going to bury myself inside of her hard and deep.
“I love that that word means so much more to you than 'husband' does, babygirl. Because it means so much to me.”
“Suck on her tits, Jack,” Yukiko whimpered, practically hyperventilating with excitement. “Suck on your babygirl's big, soft titties while I make her see stars...”
I did. I buried my face between them, licking and sucking, and Samantha arched her back to press them even harder against me.
Yukiko's hand left Samantha's pussy. Her whine of frustration lasted only a moment, because my head wife—the logical, pragmatic girl who helped run my business and had a spreadsheet for every situation—chose that moment to crawl between Samantha's legs and start eating my babygirl's pussy with an absolutely feral intensity.
The change in Samantha was as extreme as setting a vibrator from LOW to HIGH. “Oh gawwwwd,” she groaned, the combination of sensations sending her careening towards the edge. “I cannot believe you ever used to insist you were straight, Kiki...”
“Jack-sexual,” she purred, raising her head from Samantha's dripping snatch just long enough to add her fingers to the equation. “I love the way you give me space to let me be an absolute freak, boo. And I fucking love watching you drain my husband's balls...”
“I love this,” I grunted. “Right here. Right now.”
Again, my babygirl tried to get free of the restraints. This time it was me holding her down, more forceful than Kiki, my eyes locked on hers.
She loved it. She couldn't not.
I felt her lift her legs, the back of one heel pressing between Kiki's shoulder blades. “I think I'm gonna cum,” she panted, her voice going higher and higher. “Ohmigod, Daddy, I'm gonna cum all over Kiki's face...!”
She was still trying to wriggle out of my grip. Still trying to be something other than exactly what she was.
“Let go, babygirl,” I commanded, gripping her wrists tight. “Forget everything and just let go for me, right now.”
I meant more than the orgasm. But I also meant the orgasm.
At my words, Samantha shattered like a plate-glass window.
She groaned low in her throat as her thighs clenched around Yukiko's head, her walls clamping down on the Asian girl's fingers as Kiki's entire face focused on giving Samantha as much pleasure as humanly possible. Her eyes stayed on me the whole time.
Lust burned in those eyes, obviously: the lust that my babygirl had for her Daddy. But there was something deeper and more primal in them, too. It wasn't healing exactly—that was the kind of thing that would take weeks and a bunch of sessions with Yukiko's mother.
But the question that had been in the back of Samantha's mind ever since she'd gotten the news? The one about not being able to be my babygirl any more, because she wouldn't be able to participate in sex the way she used to?
I watched the answer hit her at the same time as the pleasure.
Because she hadn't done anything. We'd tied her wrists and pinned her down so she couldn't. And it didn't matter. It was still incredible.
She was still my babygirl.
Sweaty locks of Samantha's hair cascaded over the pillow as she blew out a sigh. “Fucking yes,” she groaned, her pussy still spasming against Yukiko's face. “Thank you, Kiki. Thank you Daddy! Oh fuck I needed that so bad...”
“Not as bad as we needed to give it to you, babygirl.”
Samantha grinned at me. It was the first full grin I'd seen from her since she'd gotten the news.
“Stop being careful with me, Daddy,” she begged, her fingers twitching against the knot in her panties. “I'm not going to break. We know that now.”
“I already knew,” I said, mounting her. Kiki slid away, taking up a position lengthwise against Samantha's side. “I was just waiting for you to realize.”
And before she could say another word, I buried myself inside of her to the hilt.
It was hard, fast, and loud. I said a silent prayer that my head wife's mother had already put in her earbuds--and that the rest of the harem wouldn't get too jealous downstairs when they heard my babygirl enjoying this.
Now she had her legs wrapped around me, welcoming me deeper inside of her with every stroke. Orgasm had left everything between Samantha's legs tight and wet and perfect, and it took no time at all for the pleasure to begin building inside of me.
“That's right,” I said, thrusting harder. “I know you can take it, babygirl.”
Samantha was clearly in heaven. “Yes! Oh fuck, Daddy, yes!”
Her wrists were all that kept the headboard from slamming against the wall.
The walls of her cunt gripped me like a fist, aftershocks from my babygirl's first orgasm rattling through her as each stroke slammed home.
Her tits bounced up and down with each impact, the nipples glistening from the attention Kiki and I had given them with our mouths.
I knew Samantha needed this. I hadn't realized how badly I needed it until it was happening. Knowing there could be something terribly wrong with my babygirl, and wrong in a way that left me unable to do anything about it? That was a frustration I'd never experienced before.
No wonder we both reached for each other this way.