Chapter 9 #3
Monica hummed below me, kicking her efforts into a fury, holding me against herself as she let me ride it out.
Even as far as reunion orgasms went, it was top-tier.
I made sure not to bear down too hard on Monica as my body shuddered and flexed, and the perpetually wound spring at my core released just a little bit.
“Oh, shit…Vi…” Hinako yelped. Maybe she underestimated how good Vi was at getting a woman off, but she certainly was learning now.
As my body calmed, I looked down at Monica, her face slick with me, blushing from overwork.
“Thanks…” I understated. Monica hummed through my pussy, giving me another jolt.
Behind us, Hinako erupted in orgasm, clenching her legs around Vi and practically lifting herself off of the couch as the pink-haired demon did her magic.
I don’t know why people saw Vi as innocent or cute or gentle…
she was an absolute expert at the most acrobatic, exhausting pussy eating I’d ever seen, and more importantly, felt.
I finally got enough strength back to lift myself from Monica’s face, my knees aching from putting all of my weight on them since I was worried about compressing Monica’s neck…
I know her injury was two feet down her spine, but, I was always worried about doing something wrong when doing these things with her, no matter how much she reassured me that she could take it.
“You…” Hinako said, gripping Vi’s head from the back. “How the fuck are you real?”
Vi just emitted a devious laugh, giddy at how she was able to break Hinako so quickly.
“It shouldn’t surprise you, Hinako…you think I would stay with someone who didn’t blow my mind on a regular basis?”
“Guess not…” Hinako said, buttoning her shirt back up, covering her small, pert breasts. “Alright, Vi, get up. Emma, help Monica back into her chair.”
Hinako looked at me, biting her lip from the inside, containing her glee. Oh, this was pure evil, but I was here for it.
“Wh…what?” Monica said, looking over at Hinako and then back at me.
“You two heard me, get up and get decent, we’re going to dinner.”
I extended my hand down to Monica to let her lift herself back up.
Not letting Vi or Monica get off after what they did for us was such a fucking domme move, verging on cruelty, but, I knew better than to challenge Hinako in her own house.
Plus, sometimes I loved seeing Vi unbelievably frustrated when she got denied her rightful pleasure.
Don’t worry, we’d give it back to her tenfold later.
“We don’t get to…” Vi stood up and buttoned her pants, making it evident that she was fingering herself while she ate Hinako. Couldn’t blame her.
“Get to what?” Hinako stood up, facing Vi. Even though she was a good four inches shorter than my girlfriend, Hinako’s posture and swagger made it seem like she towered over the taller woman. “I hope you didn’t expect to get off before you’ve earned the right to it, Vi.”
“Wasn’t…eating you out enough…” Vi said, looking perturbed and frustrated, but thus was the fate of a sub.
“Oh, dear…” Hinako grabbed Vi’s chin, tilting her face back and forth, observing her like a jewel, finding the weak points. “Emma never told me she’d be bringing a mouthy little brat into my house. I might need to make her, and you pay for that.”
“She’s frustrated as hell with art exhibit stuff, she hasn’t been able to let loose in a while.” Monica whispered as I got her settled into her chair. “She really needs this, I think…”
“I’m sorry, Monica…are you speaking about Mistress Hinako behind her back? To me?” I said. If Hinako was strung out from work, a little double-domme action would be the thing that would satisfy her needs, so I knew it wasn’t time to be playful and friendly with Monica again, not yet.
“N…no…I mean…yes…” Monica stammered.
“You really want to make things harder for yourself, don’t you?
” I put my thumb on Monica’s chin, controlling where she looked, keeping her locked in on me.
Monica loved when an experienced domme controlled her movements, and I could tell we were right back where we left off.
“Hinako, tame your own little brat before you fuck with mine.” I said, stepping over to the other women.
This move was risky, and I knew it. Telling Hinako to back off of Vi could result in denial for all three of us, Hinako enjoying her own pleasure while we suffered in silence, but I seemed to have caught her at the right time.
Hinako released Vi, pushing her back to me.
I caught my girlfriend as she stepped back, and I was sure to put my hands at her waist, fingers pressing into the sides of her hips, a gesture of comfort we exchanged often, our little code for ‘you’re safe, and I love you’ when we couldn’t say so directly at risk of breaking the flow of the scene.
“You two have a lot to learn.” Hinako looked between Monica and Vi. “You’ll get off when you’re allowed, and until then, you’ll be perfect angels, is that clear?”
A silence sat in the room for a few moments before Monica meekly croaked “Yes, mistress.” with a smile.
Vi nodded, giving Hinako the respect and credence she deserved, and returned her own “Yes, Mistress.”