The Dom with the Deviant Kittens

by Sorcha Black

  “You want the kind of life where you need fancy underwear. Non?” When Tess nodded, Elodie winked at her. “Dress for what you want, not what you have.”

  Dress sluttier and they will come? She snorted and covered her face for a moment, before Lock moved her arm back into position. Why was him moving her the way he wanted her so sexy?

  She didn’t have time to think about Lock for long, though. Elodie was kneading the muscles in her ass cheek through the towel. When she slipped her hands under the towel to work, Tess’s body went on alert. She clenched her thighs together, waiting for intimate touches that never came.

  After ages of their hands on her she became so relaxed she was almost drooling. Maybe being touched wasn’t such a big deal, after all.

  “Turn over.” Elodie’s command had her almost obey without thinking.

  The shock of it made her snap back to reality. “I don’t know. Maybe that’s enough.”

  “So the first time he gets you topless you’re going to call it a night?” Elodie chuckled.

  Spurred into action at essentially being called a coward, Tess flipped over, pulling the towel over her to hide her privates, although probably not fast enough to have maintained her modesty. Forget modesty. She wasn’t going to let Elodie mock her for being a prude. Besides, her breasts weren’t much to look at, so let them look.

  There was nothing detached or judgmental in the way their eyes traveled over her. Fuuuck. What were they going to do?

  Lock traced light circles on the inside of her wrist and Tess immediately felt her nipples tighten. No way of hiding it now. Elodie was drawing small patterns on the insides of her calves, and was drifting upward just as her boyfriend did the same toward her upper arms. Tess had never felt so crazy – so needy – in her life. Her breath came in sighs and catches, trying not to squirm on the table, but failing miserably. Elodie moved up on the other side of her and took her hand.

  “Tess, I think you should let Lock kiss you.”

  “But he’s yours.” She knew some people shared, of course. It seemed almost normal in Cobalt Harbor. But she couldn’t figure out how it worked. Wouldn’t Elodie get jealous?

  “I’m right here watching. To see him kiss you would be very sensual for me. I think you need to know what kissing a man is like. One that knows what he’s doing and isn’t drunk, like that roadie you told me about.”

  Lock made a sound of disapproval. “Touching her is one thing, Elodie, but kissing her feels more like cheating for some reason.” He circled a finger around Tess’s navel and she squirmed, imagining him sliding his hand under the towel to where she was needy and bare.

  Elodie ran her fingernail around the base of Tess’s breast, traveling a circular route toward her pebbled nipple. “It’s not cheating if I want you to do it. If I get upset, I’ll ask you to stop. Are you scared that if you kiss her you won’t want me anymore?”

  “No, but I just punished you for kissing her. How can I justify this?”

  “What I did was cheating. We hadn’t discussed it ahead of time and you weren’t there, so it wasn’t okay.”

  For a long moment they stared at each other across Tess. Should she sneak away while they were busy having a stare down?

  Lock sighed. “Do you even want me to kiss you, Tess?”

  There was a flutter in her belly. Kissing someone was different than lying there passively letting them touch you.

  “I don’t really know how.”

  “Well you won’t learn unless you practice.” Elodie’s wicked smile gave Tess pause, but Lock put his hands on the table, on either side of her head, she knew it was too late.

  Lock moved in hesitantly and pressed his lips to hers. Unlike Josh, he was gentle and sexy. His tongue flicked along her lips and they parted automatically.

  “You’re so pretty like this, Tess,” Elodie murmured, twirling a finger in her bangs for a moment before sliding her fingers down her neck, chest, and back to leaving soft, teasing touches on her breasts while avoiding her nipples.

  Lock’s tongue brushed against hers and she almost fainted. It was hot instead of gross and invasive. He didn’t force his way in and make her feel like gagging. Instead, he engaged her in kissing him back, teasing and retreating, waiting patiently for her to get bolder. A soft, warm mouth brushed over her breast, feeling much different than the touch of a hand.

  She whimpered into Lock’s mouth and his corresponding growl sent heat chasing through her. Elodie’s tongue flicked wetly over Tess’s nipple, then her mouth fastened down and she started to suck.

  Was she going to come or was she going to die of frustration? A spike of desire drove through her, straight from her nipples to her now throbbing clit. She wanted, needed more. Teeth grazed her nipple and she squealed, her hips bucking up off the table. Lock chuckled and his mouth moved lower, leaving a shivery trail of kisses and nips down her neck. When he reached her other breast, he toyed with it until she arched up into his mouth. The two of them bit and sucked until her breasts ached with the unfamiliar attention.

  Tess was writhing, not caring that her movements had made the towel fall away. The tips of her breasts burned and itched, the pain and ecstasy of their unsynchronized sucks and nibbles driving her close, but not allowing her to come. Brazenly, she let her hand creep lower, trying to reach her aching clit.

  “No.” Lock pinned her wrist to the table, but didn’t stop his full-on tit assault. She felt him chuckle then Elodie was spreading Tess’s legs. Her touch was gentle but insistent, and Tess was suffering too much to stop her.

  “Do it.” Lock’s voice was rough, aroused.

  “Yes, Sir.” Elodie moved to the end of the table, pushing Tess’s legs off to either side, her sex vulnerable to the other girl’s whims. Red curls fell forward around Elodie’s face and slid along Tess’s thighs. Lock tangled a hand into Tess’s hair and held her still while he kissed her, harder and deeper than before, taking what he wanted. Elodie blew a cold breath across Tess’s clit and it was almost, almost enough.

  Elodie’s hands were like bands of metal on her thighs, holding her down. Lock paused and looked down at Elodie, then back to Tess’s expression. She had to be making the stupidest face ever, but she didn’t fucking care.

  “Please, Elodie. Please help me.” She squirmed her hips closer, not able to move much because of Elodie’s grip.

  Elodie had paused and looked uncertain.

  Lock smiled at her reassuringly. “It’s okay, Elodie. Try it. If you don’t like it you can stop.”

  She was nervous too? Hopefully she wouldn’t break anything down there.

  “Shh, Tess. This will be amazing, you’ll see. Most women like this.” He stroked her cheek, and although it made her wish she could calm down for him, she was ready to jump either or both of them if they didn’t hurry up.

  Elodie’s fingers sought out her clit.

  “Fuck,” Tess breathed.

  A tentative tongue flicked against her and the most pleasurable dart of electricity she could imagine shot through her.

  “Fuck yeah.” Lock sounded impressed.

  “Oh!” Tess whimpered, overwhelmed and trying to squirm away.

  “You’re okay.” Lock whispered in her ear, holding her arms so she couldn’t get far. “Let her lick you and make you come. Don’t you want to come?”

  “I’m...it’s too much...I...”

  “It’s okay, baby. We’ll take care of you.” He kissed her just as Elodie’s tongue feathered soft touches along her slit and over and around her clit.

  Lock’s big hands slid over her tiny breasts, plucking cruelly at her nipples. Elodie fastened her mouth over Tess’s clit, licked, suckled. Tess’s breath was scorching her lungs. She tried to slow her breathing, and calm herself. She couldn’t come in front of them. This wasn’t going to be pretty.

  “Stop fighting it and let it happen.” Lock’s mouth was beside her ear now, his frayed breaths making her moan. Elodie had trapped her clit between two fingers and was teasing
it with the tip of her tongue. Something prodded at her entrance, slid up inside her, pumped in and out, the feeling burning, foreign and debauched. Her every breath was a new sound, tortured even to her own ears. Nothing she’d ever done to herself had been close to this good. The pleasure was painful. The build, the waiting, torture. “Yes, come for Elodie, little mouse. Are you going to scream for her?”

  Her tongue, his voice. Too late to stop. Tess’s breath caught and her hips shot up just as her muscles all tightened and locked. She came. A high-pitched keening split her ears, tearing from her throat. They held her down as she lost control, bucking and struggling. Swearing.

  “That’s right, sweet girl,” he murmured in her ear. “Are you going to come for us again?”

  Bigger fingers took over, toying with her. She didn’t want to get off again – once was embarrassing enough. They played with her gently, coaxing her through another orgasm.

  “Oh god, I’m sorry.” Had she said that already? Maybe a few times. Thinking outside of her throbbing, tingling nipples and privates, past her sensitive, recently touched skin, was impossible. Tess shut her eyes and willed her heart and her breathing to slow. She felt slutty and self-conscious, but she couldn’t regret it. She shuddered with the aftershock of her orgasms, and Elodie crawled up beside her on the small table then cradled Tess against her.

  “Are you okay, ma Souris? That was the most violent orgasm I’ve ever seen. I was a bit worried.”

  Lock and his girlfriend were petting her, their concern making her feel less dirty.

  She’d just lost her virginity to a woman while her boyfriend watched. Helped. Hell, she worked for these people. The worst part was that she’d begged for it. She couldn’t even blame them.

  Whatever. It was done. No more worrying about dying without ever having had sex. When she struggled to sit up, Lock swept her into his arms and strolled down the hall.

  “Where are you taking me?” His chest was hard against her cheek. She tried not to sniff him, but the clean manly smell of him, mixed with something more primal – arousal? Whatever it was, it made her dizzy in the good way.

  “To the guest room. There’s no point in getting oil all over the good sheets, and you two are covered in it.”

  Oh fuck. They weren’t done?

  Lock kissed the top of her head. “Don’t look at me like that. You’re going to rest while Elodie gets me off.”

  “Do I get to come, too, Sir?” Elodie’s tone was hopeful, but unsure.

  “We’ll see.” He chuckled. “It was your choice to ambush Tess and me with this evil plan of yours, and now you’re going to have to live with the consequences.”

  Jeez. He was bossy and mean in bed. It was so hot.

  One look at Elodie’s suffering and Tess was ready to try to figure out how to help her. Was there a reciprocal expectation here or something?

  “Don’t bother looking to her for help getting off. She’s straight and you probably just blew her mind. She’s not going to save you.”

  The thought of touching or going down on another girl was an odd one, but maybe not as absurd as it would have been a week ago. Or even this morning.

  Lock turned into one of their spare bedrooms and stripped the comforter off as he tucked Tess under the sheet. Elodie took off her own dress, then crawled in beside her and pressed up against her, one arm encircling her and holding her close. The skin-on-skin contact felt so intimate and erotic. Was there such a thing as a skingasm?

  When Lock stretched out on the other side of Tess, she was grateful he’d kept his clothes on. She wasn’t ready to have a mostly naked person on each side of her.

  “Come here, naughty Elodie.”

  The girl pouted and stayed where she was. “No.”

  “Don’t start playing games like that. Tess isn’t used to how we do things, and if I have to force you to serve me she might get disturbed.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Sulking, she crawled over Tess to get to him, her thighs and breasts sliding across Tess’s own, in the process. Tess caught her breath at the sensation and Lock smacked Elodie’s ass.

  “Quit making her crazy.” He wrapped his hand in her hair. Tess knew what that felt like now, and she watched with interest as Elodie’s eyes fluttered closed. Did all girls like being manhandled? Lock shoved her down toward the very obvious bulge. “Hurry up. I’m uncomfortable.”

  “Well I don’t know why I have to do this all by myself. You got turned on from touching her. She should have to help.”

  Tess quailed. She wasn’t quite ready for that yet, either.

  “Hmm, let me think. She came over to help us clean the house and you lured her into having sex. I was on my way out to run some errands, and I just stopped to check on you for a second and you insisted I stay to play. So, why would I make her give me a blowjob?”

  Elodie grinned at Lock mischievously. “Because she needs practice?”

  “Nice try. Now do what you’re told, woman.” He turned his head to raise a brow at Tess. “If you want to know how to please a man, watch her. She’s good at paying attention to what a man likes.”

  Tess glanced at Elodie, who was looking very proud of herself.

  “This might be a short lesson.”

  “Feeling smug?”

  “No, I just know that playing with Tess turned you on.”

  His smile was sinister. “Of course it did.”

  Of course? Tess wasn’t used to thinking of herself as desirable, but both of these people seemed to disagree with her.

  He wasn’t lying, though. Tess could see the outline of his hard-on clearly through his jeans. Elodie undid them, looking excited rather than reluctant. So she’d initially refused just to see what would happen? Lock had the right to punish Elodie, if that was how their dynamic worked. Tess couldn’t imagine being that brave, or that foolhardy. The girl didn’t seem cowed though, for someone who got punished regularly.

  When Elodie pulled Lock’s dick free from his pants, Tess had a hard time looking away. Crap, that thing was big. Where was a girl supposed to put all that?

  Elodie wrapped a hand around it and sighed happily.

  “Is that your favorite toy, Minou?”

  The girl nodded, her smile slow and almost pornographic. Lock groaned as she started to stroke him.

  She’d have to practice making sexy faces in the mirror, although she doubted she’d ever nail them like Elodie did.

  Elodie sank lower then crawled to Lock’s other side, giving Tess an unrestricted view. “Tess, when you blow a guy, you have to remember that all of them like different things. Some prefer you use only your mouth, no hands and no teeth. Some like a little of one or the other, or both. I usually play a lot first and put him on edge before I get down to business. Most won’t care if you can’t take the whole thing – it gives smaller guys an ego boost, and most guys that are bigger, like Lock, are aware they’d be asking the impossible.”

  Lock turned to Tess and she noticed again just how damn sexy he was. “And don’t worry about it if you gag. Most men are just happy to get a blowjob. Even a bad one is better than none, and gagging isn’t unexpected. Some pervs even like it.” His expression suggested he might be one of those pervs.

  “Just be sure you’ve decided if you’re swallowing or not ahead of time.” Elodie snickered. “If you’re not prepared, it can be messy. And don’t be shy about playing with his balls.”

  Oh my god. How could this entire thing be so hot and awkward and embarrassing?

  She imagined switching places with Elodie and tried to pay attention to what they were telling her, but the fact that there was an actual naked dick in the bed was distracting. When Elodie licked him from balls to tip, then looked back at Tess, the thing smacked her in the nose, like it had a mind of its own. Tess jumped.

  Elodie just smirked, then started to tease the head of his cock with her tongue, sucking it into her mouth, but not taking more, licking the slit, swirling her tongue around the lower edge.

  “Quit fu
cking around, Minou. I don’t have the patience for you to play today.” Lock’s voice was tight and part of the sheet that covered Tess was balled in his fist. Tess had never thought of this as an activity where women had power, but Lock was clearly not in charge at the moment. Both of his hands crept into Elodie’s hair. “Do it or else.”

  Shit. How hot was that? Was she going to get to see the ‘or else’?

  Lock forced the giggling Elodie down onto his cock, angling his hips upward to get farther into her mouth. She sucked, her cheeks hollowing, somehow making it look sexy instead of ridiculous, like blowjobs did in the small amount of porn she’d seen. Lock took control, fucking Elodie’s mouth. She gagged several times, but her eyes got hazy, blissful. Like she loved it. When he let her take control again, all of the giggles were gone, but instead of looking impassive, she was squirming and rubbing up against him. Going down on him was making her horny? Weren’t women supposed to hate giving blowjobs?

  “What’s wrong with my girl?” His question must have been rhetorical, because he didn’t pull out of her mouth long enough for her to answer. Elodie gazed up at him with suffering, adoring eyes.

  “I’m going to come in your pretty mouth. You can come if you’re ready. If you’re not, then you’ll have to wait until tomorrow.”

  Even just watching, Tess’s girl parts throbbed at the way he spoke to her.

  Elodie whined around his cock, and he swore, forcing her down on him and holding her there. His jaw locked and his hips came off the mattress, but his attention was riveted on Elodie. From the intensity in his face, he wasn’t imagining another girl or thinking about anything except her.

  She gagged and Lock let her go. Elodie backed off of him, gagging and gasping for air. She whined for a moment then gave a desperate, high-pitched moan. He stroked her face as she came, watching with gleaming eyes.

  “Good girl. That’s right. You only have one for me?” His leg slid between Elodie’s and she rubbed against him then came again, mewling and snuggling into him.