by Jen Eastwood
Lydia was still obeying when I got back. She didn't know it yet, but I saw it as a perfect teachable moment for Elena. Of course, Lydia would be the unfortunate test dummy.
“Do you know what I want?” I made sure my stare drove the point home. “Put your hands out.”
She watched my face as the cord wrapped around her wrists. So far, she seemed to want it too.
“Well?”
“I don't know what you mean.”
The cord tightened as I made a quick knot. “You will,” I looked over at Elena and stepped her way, “and she'll help get the point across.” I started undoing the belt around Elena's arms and pulled the sopping wet panties out of her mouth.
Elena was all smiles and sunshine as she stood up. “I thought you were gonna let her be mean to me.” She rubbed at the broad ligature marks on her forearms.
“No, I think you had enough already.”
Lydia kept looking at us, the confusion fading into a realization. “So hurry up and fuck me.”
“Oh I will,” I gave Elena a quick tap on the small of her back, “but why don't you explain to her how this works.”
She already knew her goal would end up in Lydia. “I guess I know what happens.”
“Then fucking tell me!”
I gave Elena a slight push, forcing her to crawl on the bed and snuggle behind Lydia, her arms draping over our guest's shoulders. I couldn't hear it, but one whisper from Elena is all it took.
“There's no way you're serious.” Lydia wasn't exactly fighting against the cord or Elena's embrace. The hesitation in her face, though, told me her heart was beating out of her chest.
“He's serious,” Elena nuzzled their cheeks together, “but it should have been me this time.”
Is she happy to help now? I caught myself staring at Elena. I've totally broken and twisted this girl.
She wasn't done yet. “But you know what?” Elena's hands gripped onto Elena's breasts. “I know if I make him happy enough, he'll have to give it to me someday.” She looked up at me, the pure devotion in her face bordering on creepy.
Lydia finally let it sink in. “What did you do to her?”
“I saved her,” my eyes couldn't stay focused on them, “I think.”
“Grant,” Elena leaned back, pulling Lydia with her, “stop talking and get to it.”
The way Lydia's cunt begged me to return was too much to fight. Something about Elena's rush to get the ball rolling again had rubbed off on me. Why, however, wouldn't dawn on me for a while still.
My shaft was ready, every beat of my pulse surging through it. I put one knee on the bed and bent over Lydia. The lump going down her throat almost made me laugh at her.
Right as I had my tip poised against her entrance, Lydia made her thoughts known. “I don't even think I want a baby.”
Elena hugged her tighter from behind. “Of course you do. He wouldn't have chosen you otherwise.”
Lydia's concern melted away. “You might be right.” Her legs spread, welcoming me back.
Wait, Elena did that? I crashed myself forward, bracing myself up, the tip of my dick mere inches from the goal. Janus either wants to know about this, or he's got some explaining to do if he knows about this.
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