Loving Revenge (Revenge Is Best Served Hot)

by C. C. Morian

  “Ouch,” said Bob, laughing around Lauren’s other nipple.

  A clamp, thought Lauren. Oh, please, yes! She’d never even considered that. It would really hurt, but hurt in a way Lauren immediately wanted to experience.

  Gina’s eyes were on Lauren as she flicked her fingers over the teat, snapping. Lauren couldn’t help it, she moaned. Gina had seen her reaction, she’d stop for sure. But Gina, surprisingly, kept doing it, alternating the quick flicks of her finger with rough squeezes. Lauren gave up trying to hide her excitement and openly let herself enjoy every single touch.

  “I’m going to get all the whipped cream if you keep playing with her tits,” said Bob.

  “No you’re not,” said Gina, and both of them raced to lick the rest of the cream off of Lauren, their mouths meeting just above Lauren’s pussy. Lauren watched with envy as Bob and Gina kissed each other, laughing, their mouths full of cream. Lauren arched her pussy up, she wanted someone to touch it, please. . .

  “Are you going to lick that up?” asked Bob, pointing to Lauren’s pussy.

  “Maybe you can have it later,” said Gina. “I think we’ve given Lauren too much attention already. After all, she’s the slave.”

  “If that’s what you want,” said Bob. “But it’s a shame to waste that whipped cream.”

  Gina laughed. “Okay, but just for you.”

  Gina reached between Lauren’s legs and slowly ran her finger through the whipped cream to pick some of it up, making Lauren gasp. Had Gina meant to touch her clit? Gina smeared the cream on Bob’s lips.

  “Here you go,” said Gina, then she kissed Bob, making a mess of the cream on their faces.

  Lauren was hoping that Gina would go back for more, she wanted fingers on her pussy, she wanted lips on her pussy. But Bob was pulling Gina away from the table.

  “All this appetizer has got me worked up for the real thing,” said Bob, as he led Gina away. “Come on, let’s go to the bedroom.”

  Lauren watched helplessly from the table, and was surprised when Gina looked back at her. Gina suddenly said, “I think Lauren should have to come and watch.”

  “Whatever,” said Bob.

  Feeling as alone as she now was, Lauren jumped off the table, not caring about the food falling to the floor, not caring about how sticky she felt from the fruit and the dripping cream. She just wanted to follow Gina and Bob.

  Lauren walked as fast as she could in Gina’s heels, following the sound of Bob’s voice down a long hallway. At the far end, a wide double door was open and Lauren paused in the doorway, no longer caring that she was stark naked.

  The bedroom was huge, one wall full of windows, the curtains pulled back. It was dark outside, it was later than Lauren had realized. A king sized bed was along the far wall, against a massive dark headboard of wood and metal, like the door to a castle.

  Bob was pulling Gina toward the bed, but Gina was looking over her shoulder, waiting for Lauren. “Come here, Lauren,” said Gina, patting the bed. “I want you to see this up close.”

  Lauren crossed the room and sat at the edge of the bed as she was told. It was getting easier and easier to do what Gina told her, for some reason Lauren felt no need to resist as she had before. She was discovering this new side of herself, so different from her take charge attitude at work, her drive for independence. She felt oddly comfortable being ordered around, and she was excited at the same time. It was so refreshing just to not have to think, to just surrender. To Bob. And even to Gina.

  “Remember, no touching,” said Gina. She playfully pushed Bob back onto the bed. “Now, where were we. . .” Gina unbuckled Bob’s belt and pulled off his pants, Bob’s erection springing up, right through the slit in his boxers. Gina laughed. “He’s got such a nice cock, don’t you think, Lauren?” Gina wrapped her fingers around Bob’s erection and pulled the skin tight as she moved her hand down his shaft. “So smooth.”

  Lauren squirmed as she watched Gina’s elegant fingers stroke Bob’s cock. Gina was right, Bob had the smoothest skin, Lauren longed to wrap her own hands around Gina’s, to stroke Bob together.

  As if reading her mind, Gina looked at Lauren and said, “Do you like this? I bet you want it.” Gina pointed Bob’s cock at Lauren. “Too bad, though, it’s all for me.” Gina pulled Bob’s boxers off and tossed them at Lauren. “Wipe yourself up, slave, you’re a mess.”

  Lauren did as she was told, using Bob’s underwear to wipe off the last of the whipped cream, her eyes never leaving Bob and Gina. Gina straddled Bob, her hand guiding him toward her pussy.

  “God, I can’t wait for this nice cock,” said Gina. “That appetizer got me so worked up too.”

  “You already had your orgasm,” said Bob.

  “Just one,” said Gina. Poised over Bob, Gina looked over her shoulder at Lauren. “Have you ever watched someone have sex before?”

  “No,” whispered Lauren.

  “Does the idea excite you?”

  “Yes,” admitted Lauren.

  “Good,” said Gina. “But tonight you can’t get what you want, like you always do at work. Now you can see what it’s like to watch other people get what they want, while you don’t.”

  Lauren didn’t understand what Gina meant, the words not really registering, her attention on the graceful curve of Gina’s back, the nice spread of her ass, one of Gina’s hands on Bob’s cock, the other on his muscular chest.

  “Enough talk,” said Bob. “Let’s do it.” He thrust up with his hips, seeking Gina’s pussy.

  Lauren realized she was holding her breath. Just as Bob was about to enter Gina, a thin beeping sounded from down the hall. Gina pulled Bob’s cock toward her, but suddenly Bob rolled to the side, flipping Gina off of him and up against Lauren.

  “What the fuck?” exclaimed Gina.

  “Time’s up!” said Bob.

  Lauren grabbed Gina so she wouldn’t fall off the bed. Gina was so stunned she didn’t pull away.

  “What the hell is going on?” asked Gina.

  Bob was shaking his head excitedly. “It’s midnight. You each promised to be sex slave for a day. The day is over. So now you have to be the sex slave, Gina.”

  “That’s not fair!” Gina’s fingers dug into Lauren’s arm.

  “Who said life was fair?” said Bob.

  “But I didn’t finish!”

  “If you hadn’t been so focused on teasing Lauren, you would have. I warned you, be careful what you wished for. Now you have to be the slave.”

  “You’re such an asshole,” muttered Gina.

  “Careful, slave, I could make you pay for that. What do you think, Lauren?”

  Gina finally seemed to realize she was in Lauren’s arms and pulled away. “I don’t want to play anymore.”

  “So you are too good to be the slave?” asked Lauren. “I was willing to do it, and now you aren’t?”

  Gina glared at her, but then she turned away. “Fine. Whatever.”

  Bob turned to Lauren. “I bet you had some time to think about what you want Gina to do.”

  Lauren had, but perhaps not in the way Bob was thinking. But who knew what he was thinking? She was revising her ideas about him. He had this selfish, self centered streak. She couldn’t deny that she had been turned on by this kinky game, but Bob was too cocky. Lauren wondered what he’d think of being the slave.

  The question was, what to do about Gina?

  Gina confounded her. Gina had mostly been mean to her, and yet every so often, Lauren saw this look in Gina’s eyes, something she couldn’t describe. It was there right now, a mix of defiance, anger, and maybe jealousy. Just as Rosie had said.

  And certainly beauty. Gina’s eyes were stunning.

  “You’ve been very mean to me, Gina,” said Lauren, softly. “I don’t know why. I never did anything to you. So let me ask you, if you were me, and someone treated you like that, what would you want them to do?”

  Gina didn’t respond, but merely sat cross legged at the edge of the bed, her head down
.

  Lauren went to stand in front of her, still in Gina’s heels, towering over Gina. She lifted Gina’s chin to force Gina to look up at her. “Answer me.”

  “I’d get back at her,” said Gina, sullenly.

  “Is that what I should do to you?”

  “I’m the fucking slave,” said Gina.

  For some reason Lauren didn’t feel as good as she expected, finally getting her turn to be in charge. It forced her back into the mode of having to decide what to do, to think, instead of just react. Part of her did want to get back at Gina, for how Gina had humiliated her, but another part wanted something else. Lauren just wasn’t sure exactly what.

  Lauren stalled. “Gina, go in the bathroom and wash off all your makeup.”

  “What?”

  “You heard me. I want to see you without makeup, especially around your eyes.”

  “I supposed you want me to prance around naked in just my heels, too.”

  Lauren crossed her own legs, admiring Gina’s shoes. “I kind of like them, I’m going to wear them. But I do want you naked. Take off Bob’s shirt too.”

  Gina got up slowly and headed for the bathroom. When she was gone, Bob asked, “What do you have in mind?”

  Bob was clearly enjoying himself, his cock was still hard. Lauren had to admit, he had a great body, and she was a little surprised that Bob had managed to control himself, he’d stopped things just when he could have fucked Gina. “I don’t know, Bob, what do you suggest?”

  Bob shrugged. “I’m kind of interested in what you want to do. What’s all that about the makeup?”

  “She has such beautiful eyes, I just want to see her without it.”

  “Hmm. So what’s with this animosity between you two? You really don’t know what it’s about?”

  “No, I don’t.”

  “Well, while you’re figuring it out, why don’t you come over here and keep me warmed up?”

  “You seem pretty warmed up to me.”

  “I’m jumping out of my skin. You can’t believe how hard it was to not fuck Gina.”

  “Why did you stop, anyway?”

  Bob grinned. “Because I want to fuck you.”

  “That’s because you want someone new. You already slept with Gina, didn’t you? You lied to me.”

  Bob pulled Lauren over to him. “I don’t remember denying anything.”

  “You bastard. How long?”

  Bob laughed. “What does it matter?” He ran his hands over Lauren’s breasts. “You like this rough, don’t you?”

  Lauren wanted to stop him, she was very quickly losing interest in Bob, but his hands felt so good. “Yes,” she admitted.

  Bob grabbed one of Lauren’s nipples in his mouth and sucked hard. “Like this?”

  “Harder!” she begged.

  Bob bit her nipple and Lauren gasped. It wasn’t a love bit, it was a real bite, anyone’s normal reaction would be to cry out in pain, to pull away, but instead Lauren pressed into Bob’s mouth. “Do that again!”

  “If I bite you any harder you’ll bleed.”

  “I don’t care! Do it!” Lauren threw back her head, waiting, waiting. . .And then it came, the jarring pain, first in her nipple, and then coursing through her body, overwhelming her. “Fuck!”

  Bob pulled his mouth away, and Lauren felt a huge loss. She looked down at her engorged nipple, expecting to find blood. There wasn’t any, but she could actually see tooth marks, the skin red, inflamed.

  “Your slave is back,” said Bob.

  Lauren turned to see Gina leaning against the wall, totally naked, her makeup scrubbed off. She looked like a goddess. Her body was slender, but not skinny, her hips giving her a graceful curve, her skin smooth, her legs elegant. Naked against the white wall, Lauren’s eyes were drawn to Gina’s trimmed bush, her labia open, her clit clearly visible from across the room.

  Lauren had never really looked at a naked woman, not like this, just staring at her, like a piece of art.

  “What are you looking at?” demanded Gina.

  “You,” said Lauren. “Do you know how beautiful you are?”

  Gina’s voice dropped to a whisper. “You’re one to talk.”

  “First you fight, and now you two are arguing about how beautiful the other one is,” said Bob. “I’ll never understand women.” He grabbed Lauren’s breast. “Hey, some attention over here. Let’s make the slave watch, just like she made you watch.”

  Before Lauren could reply Bob had pinched her already sensitive nipple, and Lauren’s lip trembled as Bob kept squeezing it, harder and harder. Yet she never took her eyes off of Gina. Lauren bit her tongue, hard, but she couldn’t hurt herself more than Bob was, the pain was incredible, but she didn’t want it to stop.

  Bob twisted his fingers savagely, and Lauren yelled, the pain finally too much.

  “Stop it!” cried Gina. “You’re hurting her!”

  “She likes it,” said Bob. “Don’t you, Lauren?”

  Lauren nodded numbly. God help her, she did, more than she could ever imagine.

  “What do you want, Lauren?” asked Bob.

  Lauren’s eyes were still on Gina, who no longer looked defiant, but rather concerned. It made her even more beautiful.

  “I—I want Gina to do that,” Lauren whispered.

  Gina’s eyes widened in surprise. Lauren beckoned to her, and, after a moment of hesitation, Gina slowly approached the bed.

  “This is interesting,” said Bob. “The master wants the slave to bring her some pain.”

  Gina stood by the bed. “Are you sure, Lauren?”

  Lauren nodded. “Please.”

  Bob scooted out of the way as Gina took his place. “This I want to see,” said Bob.

  Gina reached out and touched Lauren. “You have such beautiful breasts.”

  “Now you’re one to talk,” said Lauren. “You’re breasts are perfect.”

  Gina gingerly touched Lauren’s red nipple. “Doesn’t this hurt?”

  “A little.”

  Gina gently kissed Lauren’s nipple. Lauren could see Gina’s lips touch her, but she couldn’t feel anything, her nerve receptors seemed to be broken. Until Gina’s mouth tightened, and then all Lauren’s nerves awoke with a crash.

  “Just a little?” asked Gina.

  “Okay, a lot,” admitted Lauren, cringing, more in desire than in pain.

  “And you like that?”

  Lauren nodded. “I never knew how much.”

  “What do you want me to do?”

  “I want you to—.” Again, Lauren was faced with making a decision. She just didn’t want to, she realized she was much more comfortable and things were so much easier when she was the one taking the orders. Not only easier, but she felt better, more free, more alive. “I want you to do whatever you want,” she told Gina.

  “But I’m the slave.”

  “I know. I don’t care about that.”

  “You could order your slave to have her way with you,” suggested Bob.

  “Yes!” said Lauren. “That’s what I want. Gina, do whatever you want.”

  Gina smiled mischievously, but this time Lauren sensed only teasing, not meanness. “What if I want to fuck Bob, and force you to watch?”

  Lauren shivered. “If that’s what you want.”

  “That sounds good,” said Bob, reaching for Gina.

  “What if I want to make you lick me while Bob is fucking me?” asked Gina.

  Now it was Lauren whose eyes widened. Was Gina being mean again? “Is that what you want, Gina?”

  “You don’t seem too sure of yourself,” said Gina. “Not like you are at work.”

  “I—it’s nice just being able not to have to always think,” admitted Lauren. “I—I realize I actually like being told what to do.”

  Gina grew quiet. “I’ve never seen this side of you at work.”

  “You never gave me much of a chance to show you anything,” said Lauren.

  Gina looked away. “I guess not. I just have such
a hard time competing with you.”

  “Why do you feel you have to compete?”

  “Because you are so beautiful, and so smart. I’m never going to get everything you are going to get.”

  “Don’t be ridiculous, Gina, you are beautiful and smart too. I think you just use your energy the wrong way.”

  Gina looked up at Lauren, her long natural eyelashes alluring. “You really think I’m pretty?”

  “Of course you are. Even more so without your makeup.”

  Gina smiled shyly, the first time Lauren had ever seen her look like that. It was adorable. She suddenly leaned over and kissed Gina. At first she meant it to be a friendly kiss, but as soon as their lips touched, Lauren felt that now familiar heat, and Gina’s lips were so luscious. . .

  Lauren pulled Gina toward her, expecting resistance, but Gina was already moving toward Lauren, their lips grazing each other, gently at first, exploring, hesitant, but at the same moment both women surrendered, their tongues seeking the other, pressing. Gina moaned into Lauren’s mouth, and the murmur of the acceptance melted Lauren’s heart.

  “I’ve wanted to do that since the minute I saw you,” whispered Gina. “You’re so beautiful. I thought I was cursed, I didn’t want to like you, I was so jealous, and yet, I was so drawn to you. I—I think that’s why I treated you so badly.”

  Lauren’s eyes opened wide. “I had no idea.”

  “Will you forgive me?”

  “Only if you forgive me for being so insensitive.”

  “I think I could begin to—.” Gina turned away shyly.

  “What?”

  “Nothing. Maybe later. You’re an amazing kisser.”

  “So are you.”

  “You’re the first woman I’ve ever kissed, I swear.” Gina kissed Lauren again, this time lovingly. “I never had any interest in another woman until I met you. I’m sorry I’ve been so mean. I know I’ve been terrible. I just didn’t think I could be as good as you, so I competed the only way I knew how, with men. I’m so sorry.”

  Lauren put her finger on Gina’s lips. “Shh. That’s all over with. Let’s start over.”

  “But I think I’ve hurt you.”

  Lauren smiled. “Then make it up to me.”

  “How?”