“I second that description.” Cyn smoothed Skye’s little white skirt that almost covered her ass.
“Am I fit to walk the halls of The Library now?” Skye moved to the center of the open space and twirled in a tiny circle.
“Hell yeah.” Haleigh gave her a thumbs-up and a couple claps, along with a sincere smile.
“Then, I’m off. Why don’t you give me a couple monitors too?”
“Why monitors?” Jenna scowled.
“One for Jared and Chris. One for Scott and Kyle…and one for Nick.” Skye smirked just a bit, challenging Jenna.
She knew it.
Saw it for what it was and still couldn’t help herself from rising to the bait.
She grabbed three small handheld wireless monitors and inputted the same encrypted password into each. She handed them to Skye who laughed. Cyn held the door for her and she tried to curtsy on the way past.
“Be naughty,” she called over her shoulder.
“We will,” all three girls answered as the door shut behind her.
“Text your men,” Jenna instructed the other two women.
“What’s the password?” Haleigh inquired as she and Cyn both pulled their phones out.
“Slitlicker. Capital S.”
“Ha.”
“That’s hilarious.” Both women grinned and started typing.
“Figured it would be easy for them to remember and will absolutely give them a tiny taste of what I have in store for both of you.”
“And for you. You used the same password on Nick’s, I assume?” Cyn looked at her over her glasses and heat centered in Jenna’s belly.
“You assume correct.”
“Then let’s definitely give them something to make them sweat.”
“Limits?” Jenna wanted to know. “What can you each do that fits within your boundaries with your men and yourselves?”
Haleigh’s phone and Cyn’s both chimed within seconds of each other. Each of them dinged several times.
“I’m completely free to do anything I like, as long as I still ask permission to come.” Haleigh answered in her sing-song voice with a bit of wicked thrown in at the end.
“Same goes for me,” Cyn added as she pocketed her phone again. “But I don’t have to ask permission. If you guys get me off, then I just get to enjoy. Oh and Nick said to have fun and he appreciates the text message from you with the password. He’s certain it must have gotten lost in text spam space, even though that’s totally not a thing.”
Jenna’s mouth fell open. “You texted him?”
“Of course.”
“We both did, actually. He says hi and he’ll be spanking your…” Haleigh scrolled to something on her phone and then continued. “Beautiful, curvy, delicious ass later. Enjoy being able to sit for now.”
“Under the bus, ladies.”
“Meh.” Haleigh shrugged and set her phone on the makeup counter. “We know you. You wouldn’t have texted him and then would have acted oblivious or confused later, just to rub him wrong and push him away. We’re not letting you sabotage this.”
“Nope.” Cyn walked up to Jenna, holding her cheeks and rubbing her thumbs along her cheekbones. “Even the Fairy Godslut needs a little help every once in a while.”
She kissed her, holding her face close and Jenna kissed her back.
“How did I get so lucky to have you both as friends and fuck buddies?”
“Rabbit’s foot stuffed up your ass?”
“Haleigh Grace!”
“Oh, please. You’ve heard worse.” She rolled her eyes and stepped closer, lifting her chin for a kiss.
Jenna held her chin between her thumb and first finger to steal the kiss. Haleigh tasted like ice cream. Her tongue was even the tiniest bit chilly still when she slipped hers along Haleigh’s.
It heated quickly with the need igniting between all three of them.
“Two beautiful blondes all to myself. Whatever shall I do with you?”
Haleigh’s eyes flared the tiniest bit before she lowered her lashes, licking her lips with a hum. “Anything you want?”
“Such a good girl for me.”
“Mmhmm,” Haleigh agreed with the ghost of a smile.
Jenna brushed the backs of her fingers along Haleigh’s cheek and then craned her head to the side to stare at Cyn.
She chewed on her bottom lip and the prettiest pink hue already stained her cheeks.
“Nothing would make me happier than to give you something to really chew that lip over.”
Cyn’s eyes flipped up to hers and she smiled, the pink darkening in her cheeks even more. “What did you have in mind?”
“Get each other undressed and we’re going to have some fun. Maybe even a tiny bit of a predicament for the pair of you. Hair in ponytails.”
“Predicament?” Haleigh wanted to know as she struggled to get her fingers to work.
She went down into subspace hard and fast, one of the sexiest things to see since she was such a warrior during her horrendous fight with breast cancer.
Cyn closed the distance between them and pulled Haleigh’s blouse from her tailored slacks. Each metal button slipped through the corresponding button hole as Cyn helped them along.
“Kick off your shoes.”
Haleigh complied and then unbuttoned the cuffs on Cyn’s sleeves. Quickly, both tops were discarded and Jenna couldn’t help but think how lucky she was to have two beautiful women at her disposal to tie up, play with, fuck, cuddle and adore.
Not many women were able to live their dreams on a daily basis with amazing things on the horizon.
She finally turned to grab a bag of supplies she’d deposited earlier in a cabinet on the side.
She didn’t want the girls to find it so she’d stashed it in the back of one of the built-in floor-to-ceiling units.
The bag contained stretchy medical wrap, roll upon roll of duct tape and a few clover clamps she’d been dying to test out.
The girls giggled behind her. They’d just slipped off their panties and bras and were both crouched down, tucking them inside the rest of their other clothing.
It was a silly female thing that all of them did, regardless of most circumstances.
“Okay, pretty girls, over here. In the center of the room where we have the most space.” And a suspension ring already in place. But she kept that last part to herself.
They stood, Cyn putting her long hair into a ponytail. Haleigh redid hers. Their hair was definitely going to come in handy with what she decided to do. Cyn was finished first and then Haleigh gasped. Cyn latched on to one of her tits with her mouth.
If Jenna had to guess which tit she had her mouth on, it would have to be the one that hadn’t had a mastectomy.
Haleigh had told them her nipples had always been pretty sensitive but it was nothing compared to her sensitivity after Scott, the owner of Inkfluence, was done with her.
She’d gone to him specifically because she wanted a photorealistic tattoo on her cancer-ravaged breast.
But not just the nipple. Oh no. That’s not how their girl rolled.
She convinced Scott to pierce the nipple that was still there and then tattoo a match onto her other breast several weeks later. Of course, that was after a relationship bloomed between them—including Kyle—who was Haleigh’s best friend from growing up.
The three of them had corresponding tattoos inked at the same time. It was beautiful and meaningful, and it made Jenna want ink pretty damn bad when she’d never leaned toward it in the past.
Jenna could see a tiny bit of it on Haleigh’s left shoulder as she walked toward her.
Haleigh dragged her fingers across Jenna’s abdomen and over her corset. Jenna stepped around her and spun slowly, then turned Haleigh away.
She wanted to see her tattoo.
Haleigh’s ink was incredible. It was a multicolored flower on the right lower portion of her back. It had a butterfly landing on it, knocking petals loose. Petals fell toward her right hip a
nd then up and over her left shoulder.
She’d told Jenna it symbolized her fight with breast cancer. When she needed something positive to focus on—her body getting rid of all of the cancer cells—that was what she pictured.
It was actually from a memory her and Kyle shared.
The three of them were incredible together.
Three pieces of a puzzle that never felt they fit anywhere else.
But together?
Perfect.
“Beautiful,” she whispered across the flesh of her shoulder as she brushed her fingers over the colored petals.
A whimper fell from Haleigh’s lips and Jenna nipped her shoulder as she pulled Haleigh’s arms behind her back. She grabbed a hank of rope from her bag, tying her wrists in a box tie position.
Even with her horrendously lonely past with her well-to-do parents, Haleigh was the easiest to get to subspace.
It didn’t take much and she was high as a kite and twice as floaty.
As she used two coils of jute for Haleigh’s chest harness, she could already feel her bubbly energy changing, morphing into that sweet space where she felt free.
Whole.
Cyn, on the other hand, needed a fair amount of pain to get her where she needed to be.
But when she did, damn, it was beautiful.
Cyn knelt at Haleigh’s feet, touching her, kissing her and licking her skin until Haleigh moaned. She paid special attention to her tattooed nipple and the rest of the scars on her body. Haleigh still had bad days where her body image wasn’t the greatest, so each of them helped to remind her how beautiful she was, how desirable. It was no difficult feat.
Jenna finished her chest harness and ran the rest of the working end through a carabineer she attached to the main ring. “Kneel, pretty girl.”
She helped Haleigh down, keeping a tight hold on her rope as Cyn kissed up her torso, her neck and then her mouth.
Jenna grabbed two more hanks of rope and knelt behind Cyn. Knowing she was going to be tying the girls, she’d had a cushy rug brought in. Comfort, to a certain extent, equaled longevity when it came to tying and she wanted them in her rope as long as possible. She put her in the same kind of chest harness as Haleigh but reversed it. Cyn’s arms were in front of her because she was about to be on her back.
“Now for the fun part.”
Cyn finally moved back, sucking in a lungful of air as Haleigh licked her lips. “I thought that was sure as hell fun.”
Jenna laughed, then tugged Cyn down and back until she was lying on several pillows Jenna had positioned earlier in the day. Her head was off the floor at least a foot but her backside was still on the rug. “How about funner?”
All three girls giggled. “Deal.”
Jenna grabbed a roll of the stretchy athletic wrap out of her bag and several rolls of Duct Tape. She set them next to Jenna and then remembered the clamps. “I have something new for you tonight.”
“What is it?” Cyn asked with equal amounts excitement and trepidation clear in her voice.
“You’ll see.” She grabbed the clamps out of her bag and put them in her pocket, making sure the clank of metal on metal was heard before she hid them from view. “Relax that far leg on the other side. I’m starting with this one.” Cyn straightened her other leg as Jenna bent the closest one as far as it would go. Her ankle touched her backside and Jenna wrapped the foamy athletic wrap around her leg, all the way up and back down to secure it in place and protect the skin of her leg. Then she wrapped over it with Duct Tape, keeping the pressure consistently tight.
Cyn moaned, biting her lip as she stared up at Haleigh. She’d moved just enough so she could push her knee against Cyn’s bare pussy.
“You seem so innocent,” Jenna chuckled as she moved to Cyn’s other side.
“I am innocent,” Haleigh informed her as she continued to tease Cyn.
“You’re tied up, naked, with your knee in Cyn’s crotch. I wouldn’t exactly call that innocent.”
“Me. Neither,” Cyn added haltingly.
“I like being naughty better.”
“We do, too,” Jenna agreed, since Cyn seemed to have lost her voice.
Jenna repeated the foam and Duct Tape on Cyn’s second leg and then helped maneuver her to where her shins were flat on the rug. “This will restrict your ability to lift your pelvis. Perfect. And?” She pulled out the clover clamps and dangled them in front of Cyn. “I’ve been waiting to put these on you.”
Cyn’s gaze flashed from the clamps up to Jenna and then back down. Her fingers moved the entire time, as if she couldn’t keep still.
“How bad are they going to hurt?”
Jenna licked one of Cyn’s nipples, bit it and then pinched the tight tip. “Deep breath.”
Cyn sucked in a shallow one and Jenna squeezed the sides of the clamp to widen the small white pads. She placed it over her nipple and slowly let it go. Cyn cried out and while she processed the first one, Jenna repeated the process until the second clover was attached to her other nipple.
While Cyn groaned and acclimated herself to the pain, Jenna attached a thin rope to the middle of the chain connecting them and then spoke to Haleigh. “Open.” She tapped her chin and held the thin rope up to her mouth.
Haleigh took it, clamping the rope in her teeth and Jenna made sure it had the correct tension on Cyn’s nipples. Tight pretty much all the time but if Haleigh jerked…
Jenna slid her fingers through Haleigh’s wet slit and found her tight clit. Haleigh shuddered, making Cyn cry out as the rope pulled on the clamps.
“Delicious.”
Jenna then pulled out three more coils of rope from her bag, using one to tie a hip harness onto Haleigh. The second she used to tie a futomomo on one of Haleigh’s legs. It mirrored the position of Cyn’s. She tied faster, knowing the clock was ticking and moved to the opposite side and tied Haleigh’s other leg in the same futo. At the end Haleigh stood perched, balancing on her knees. She tried not to wiggle much but her balance wasn’t perfect—wasn’t supposed to be—and her teeth tugged on Cyn’s clamps.
Cyn’s and Haleigh’s moans of pleasure threw Jenna into a state of bliss she hadn’t felt in a long time.
“Spread your legs a tiny bit more, Haleigh. I’ll be right back.” She got up, seizing some lube from a drawer in the bathroom along with a new stainless steel plug. They were a small variety of anal plug, heavy, cold with a bit of a handle on the portion that stayed outside the body.
Jenna put a tiny bit of lube on the plug and smeared it all around. She moved behind Haleigh and got down close enough she could smell her pretty pussy. She wanted a taste but that wasn’t what this was about.
She wanted them so delirious with pleasure they couldn’t live without being able to come for her.
She separated the cheeks of Haleigh’s rear and couldn’t help herself. She licked her little asshole, making her cry out and drop the rope.
Cyn cried out as the rope fell.
Jenna smiled and licked Haleigh again, eliciting another shiver. She peaked around her torso to find Cyn staring at them. “Did the rope falling hurt that bad, or…?”
“Or.” She licked her lips and glanced up at Haleigh’s face and then back to Jenna. “I was more startled and expected it to hurt.”
“No worries. I’ll take care of that, just as soon as I get this pretty plug inside Haleigh.”
“Mmm,” came from Haleigh and she moved her head back and forth.
Jenna rubbed the cool steel against Haleigh’s ass and the muscles in her legs shook. She pushed it in a tiny bit, then took it back. In and out. In and out, until Haleigh’s toes curled in time with the almost-penetration.
“Do you want it, pretty girl?”
“Yes…please.”
“Love it when your voice gets all whispery like that.” She rotated the plug, sliding it in, watching Haleigh’s puckered little ass give way a tiny bit at a time. When it reached the widest portion she froze, letting Haleigh get used to it.
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Haleigh took matters into her own hands, pushing back with her hips so she could suck the plug in the rest of the way. “Huhh, huh, huu,” puffed out of her as her asshole collapsed around the slim base of the plug.
Jenna twisted it, making Haleigh jerk forward. The rope caught her, keeping her and Cyn safe.
“Now for the rope.”
“Mmhmm,” Haleigh giggled, already flying high.
“So pretty.” Jenna loosened the rope attaching her chest harness to the ring, leaning her forward and closer to Cyn. It didn’t take Jenna long to thread the rope connected to her hip harness through a biner before tightening it to give Haleigh a bit more support. Jenna grabbed another hank of rope, attaching it to each of her futos and then yanked her off the ground.
Her center of gravity equalized quickly and Jenna steadied her as she sank into the tie.
“Perfect.” Haleigh’s face sat several inches away from Cyn’s wet pussy.
“Yum,” Haleigh whispered and then dipped her head.
Jenna let her get one lick in and then grabbed her ponytail. “Not so fast.”
“But…”
Jenna grabbed the rope attached to Cyn’s clamps, fed it through the ring and then tied it to Haleigh’s ponytail.
“Lick her pussy for me. Make her feel good.”
Haleigh dove at her pussy as if it were her last meal.
Cyn cried out as the rope pulled her nipples and then again when Haleigh strained low enough to tongue her clit. Cyn’s head lolled off the pillows on each lick, reminding Jenna how she processed both pain and pleasure. It was the reason she’d decided on this predicament.
“Good girls,” she said and they both moaned. “Now for your hair, Cyn. We can’t have it touching the floor.” She tied a rope to the small handle on Haleigh’s njoy, wound it through the ring and tied it to Cyn’s ponytail. “And now ladies, we have a predicament.”
Each time Haleigh licked Cyn’s tight bundle of nerves she tugged on her clamps. Then Cyn yanked her head back, unable to fight the urge to process all of the sensations racing through her body, tugging on the plug inside Haleigh’s rear.
They moaned long and loud and Jenna paused for a moment, for just a second entertaining the notion of getting out the Sybian and riding it while the girls got each other off. But she didn’t want Nick to see her.
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