“Put more sauce on it.” Her attention shifted. “Your turn, Gen. Get over here and drop to your knees. Noah will lube you up while you prove if you can suck me just as good as he can.”
Noah took Gen’s hand to ease her down to her knees, his normal courtesy, though the press of his hand, that light in his eyes, reminded her he was going to spank the shit out of her and fuck her. And it all turned her on.
He put more chocolate sauce on the dildo, then gestured, a nonverbal warning to move quickly before it dripped. The dildo jutted forward, shaped true to life and feeling that way as well as Lyda thrust it between Gen’s lips. She tasted the chocolate, closed her mouth fully around the shaft. It was unbelievably erotic, the mix of messages. Those delicate lace red panties, the fragrant smell of Lyda’s pussy and chocolate, the forceful thrust of a cock into her throat.
Noah’s hands coursed over her buttocks, cupping and squeezing, a mute command for her to rise off her heels, balance herself against Lyda’s bare thighs. He nudged the edge of the panties aside and inserted the tip of the lube into her, squirted. He followed it up with his fingers, a sure, decisive penetration that had Gen’s pussy dripping as she thought of how he was going to put himself inside her here. Lyda was going to allow it, order it, while fucking Gen face-to-face.
She’d had two-men fantasies before. She’d never considered the erotic possibilities of a male-female combination, but those ideas were spinning through her mind now.
Lyda drew the dildo from between her lips. Noah kept teasing Gen’s rim, fingers still thrusting into her. His thumb slid down, pressed into her pussy and she moaned again, fingers flexing against Lyda’s thighs.
“She’s going to be a nice, tight fuck for you, Noah.” Lyda probed the bra cups, catching Gen’s nipples in a pinch between thumbs and forefingers. “There are clamps and a chain in that tote bag, but right now I want the pleasure. Is that tight enough to hurt?”“
“Yes Mistress.” Gen gasped as Lyda exerted upward pressure.
“On your feet.”
Gen managed it with the rough tug. Lyda used that same nearly painful grip to pull her into the bedroom, position her at the foot board. Gen’s buttocks rubbed against one another, letting her feel the slippery lube Noah had applied so generously. When Lyda let go of her, her nipples tingled. The Mistress moved away to stretch out on the bed in front of Gen. She held herself on her elbows, her hair cascading down to the pillows. The strapped-on phallus jutted upward, one of Lyda’s knees bent and rocking idly as Gen stared at her, hungry. There was dampness on the crotch of her Mistress’s panties.
“Brace your hands on the bed on either side of my right foot, Gen. Put your mouth on the top of it and keep it there. Ass up. Don’t lower it.”
She heard Noah behind her. He ran his palm along her buttock, toyed with the lavender bow. She trembled when he pulled it loose. His fingers played down the seam of her ass as the lacings parted.
“Legs apart.”
She adjusted, and the barely there garment drifted down her thighs. Noah removed it with deceptively gentle hands. A moment later she jerked as he gave her a hard smack, making her ass cheek wobble and nerves sing.
That wasn’t the only thing the force of his blow made wobble. She saw her Mistress’s eyes rivet on her breasts, nipples jutting over the lace edge of her bra in her supplicant position.
His next swat was directly on her pussy. She made a soft cry, her lips working against Lyda’s foot. Her gaze flicked up to see their Mistress studying her reaction as well as Noah’s, outside of Gen’s view.
“He’s meaner than he looks, isn’t he? Are you ever going to try to take advantage of him again when it’s not by my direct order, Gen?”
She thought of him on the floor, his hands bound on the spreader bar, the way he’d looked at her. “Maybe,” she admitted, panting. “He’s hard to resist teasing.”
“An honest answer. Sounds like you’ll have the chance to punish her again, Noah.”
“Good.” His voice was full of male satisfaction. He smacked her again, and Gen felt her pussy throb. She wanted him to hit it, hit her ass again. She wanted it to sting, get lost in this. She was lifting her ass higher, sending that message, and he obliged. He kept going, began to do it faster, more consistently, until she was crying out, quivering at the pain. The more he did it, the more fervently she pressed her mouth to their Mistress’s foot. When Lyda’s foot shifted, her leg rocking so her hips rolled open wider, Gen put her mouth on the arch, then the sole.
“Oh…” It was starting to hurt a lot, the accumulation of the impacts, but just like when Lyda punished her, the more it hurt, the more she seemed to want. When he finally did stop, her fingers dug into the cover and she whimpered, as if she wanted him to keep going.
“Look at me, Gen.”
She was sniffling, a little teary, a catharsis she was learning came with punishments. Lyda gave her a tender look, then crooked a finger at her. “Come here.”
Noah’s hands gripped her waist as he lifted Gen’s trembling body over the footboard. She crawled forward, kept coming until she was straddling Lyda’s hips. She didn’t make a move to take that phallus inside her, though. That was her Mistress’s call. Again, she earned that look of approval that made everything worth it. Lyda settled her hands on Gen’s hips and then, showing her own finesse with a strap-on, she began to lower Gen onto it.
She’d been right. It was thicker than the last one. Lyda worked it into her slow, though, controlling her descent. When Gen was in to the hilt, Lyda laid her head back on the mattress, eyes half-lidded and mouth curved in a sensual way that made Gen want to taste her, touch her. But her Mistress was in the mood to be cruel.
“Lace your hands on the back of your head, Gen. You totally belong to us right now. We’re the ones taking.”
It made her feel even more vulnerable. Noah put his knee on the bed, shifted behind her. As he fitted the head of his cock to her opening, his thumbs parting her buttocks, she made an uncertain noise.
“Sshh,” Lyda said, holding her gaze. “Do you want to please us?”
“Yes. Yes.”
“Then trust us. Push against him.”
She did, and he started to make headway, no pun intended. Noah wrapped an arm around her waist, his strong biceps contracting against the side of her breast. It burned a little, but she breathed through it.
“Squeeze down on me, Gen.”
As she did, Noah groaned, and she realized the same motion squeezed his cock inside her. Lyda’s eyes sparked. “You see how much pleasure you give both of us?”
“She’s too tight, Mistress.”
“Relax,” Lyda crooned at her, cupping one of Gen’s breasts and stroking the nipple above the lace. “He’s not going to push. He’ll go as slow as you need him to go. Think about how it feels, all those tiny nerves around your rim and inside, quivering, eager. I know it hurts some. Let’s see what we can do about that.”
Lyda made an adjustment beneath them, her knuckles brushing Gen’s labia, and then the strap-on was vibrating, those tiny beads caressing and massaging Gen’s opening, the two-way clitoral stimulator pressed in just the right place.
She held Lyda’s eyes, held onto her voice, Noah’s hands stroking her sides, his mouth brushing her neck. Gen let out a little whimper as Noah made it all the way in.
Lyda’s face was suffused with pleasure, her gaze coursing down over Gen’s quivering breasts in the pretty bra. She captured one to play with and Noah caught the other, two different types of touches, tearing her into two equally pleasurable sides, a harlequin of response.
Their hands dropped back down to Gen’s hips, Noah’s hands overlapping Lyda’s. The two of them started so gradually, it was a rhythmic motion like two children daydreaming on a seesaw. The slippery movement of his cock inside Gen did start to feel more pleasurable, less painful, though enough of that burn stayed to make it provocative, to keep Gen cognizant of that arousing sense of serving their needs, no matter her own
discomfort. It turned her on so freaking much she couldn’t even wrap her mind around it.
Holy God, that stimulator. As Lyda began to be more insistent about pushing up inside her, a climax roared up on Gen so quickly, she didn’t expect it. Her fingers knotted against the back of her head. “I can’t…Mistress…I’m going to come.”
“Yes, you are. And there’s not a damn thing you can do to stop it.”
Lyda made it sound like the threat it was. Gen had never had a climax while being impaled both vaginally and anally before. Throw the vibration into it, the stimulation to her nipples and breasts, and it was like being shot off into orbit. And the stimulation didn’t abate. It got more intense, the two of them ramping up the force of their thrusts, so the speed and force of the rocket just kept increasing.
She screamed, long and loud, no hope that a babbling creek would cloak the sound. She wouldn’t have been surprised if her climax echoed through the mountains. She begged, pleaded and screamed some more as she spun out of that orbit, control lost, spiraling toward impact. It was almost too much, a torment, but they refused to heed her pleas for mercy. That impact hit and the feeling just kept going, plowing deep beyond her pussy and ass, into her very soul, shattering it.
She had a shred of cognizance left when the two of them followed her. Lyda’s face tightened, her eyes getting that lovely glazed look. Vaguely, Gen heard her order Noah to let go. His arm around her nearly cut off her breath, but it was a blissful asphyxiation as they both hammered into her for the full measure of satisfaction. Their harsh groans, pleasurable cries, gasping breaths, kept her captured in a post-climactic miasma, taking her with them, as far out over the mountains and into the sky as they wanted to go. Soaring, soaring, soaring.
She’d never blacked out during sex. When she became aware again, Noah had pulled free and disposed of his condom. He was laying her down on Lyda, Lyda’s arms winding around Gen to hold her secure against her body. The strap-on was still inside Gen, but Noah took care of that as well, unbuckling it and pulling it free of them both, causing them to make twin sounds of pleasure at the friction. Gen pressed herself against Lyda’s mound, absorbing a ricochet of aftershock. Lyda responded with a teasing little hip rotation and bump that made Gen moan again.
During their lovemaking, the cavitation of their three bodies had left them in a diagonal stretch across the bed. When she rested her head on Lyda’s shoulder, she saw Noah wrap his hand around Gen’s foot, pressed against Lyda’s shin. He bent, pressed a gentle kiss to Gen’s buttock, teasing it with his tongue. Then he nuzzled Lyda’s knee, kissed it the same way.
She drifted some more, soothed by his caresses. When she tuned in again, he had a damp cloth between her buttocks, something that soothed. Lyda stroked her head.
“Nicely done, rabbit,” she murmured. “You’re our sweet little fucktoy. We’re never letting you go.”
It showed how fried her brain was that she accepted that as the best of compliments, a stirring one at that. She was happy with it. She was happy with any designation from Lyda that started with “our”, even if it was just playful aftercare. She closed her eyes, and wanted nothing more than to be theirs.
* * * * *
She wasn’t sure how Lyda felt about it, but Gen was nervous about how Noah’s grandmother would perceive their relationship. There were older female patrons at Tea Leaves who had the detection powers of CIA operatives. If they chose not to comment about something, it had to do with traditional manners and courtesy, not stupidity. They came from an era when sexual matters were behind closed doors, not aired on Dr. Phil like a laundry list.
People were getting more accustomed to same-sex partners, so the chemistry between her and Lyda might pass without comment, but Gen wasn’t sure there was any way to disguise that chemistry was a three-way connection. Noah seemed unconcerned about the matter, but since it was clear Noah could be a few sandwiches shy of a picnic on certain subjects, that wasn’t necessarily reassuring.
No more time to worry over it, though, since they were even now walking up the road of the resort where his grandmother was staying. What would happen would happen. Gen just didn’t want to do anything that would give Noah problems with the one family member who still accepted him. Glancing over at Lyda, she looked a little too dispassionate, her way of covering tension, but Lyda had made it clear she didn’t really do families, that this situation with Noah was an exception.
It made sense. How would you introduce a woman who was your Mistress, with a capital M, to your family? You couldn’t, so from the get-go the relationship would be referenced in vague generalities. And “vague generality” didn’t apply to Lyda at all.
As they turned up the driveway, Gen saw the subject of her worries was already on the lookout for them. Dorothy “Dot” Wilder was a heavyset woman with bright blue eyes and a dandelion-style puff of white hair around her round face. Her hands were gnarled from bad arthritis, her legs bent with the same, explaining why she used the motorized wheelchair. Noah had said she could walk with the aid of a walker, but her back was badly twisted as well.
Those were momentary impressions, however. When Dot saw them, the expression on her face could only be described as pure joy. All the smiling lines on her face turned her eyes into cheerful crescents. “There’s my beautiful grandson. Mona, come out here and see Noah. He’s here.”
When Gen saw the look on Noah’s face, a bright reflection of the love on Dorothy’s, her worries evaporated. Especially when Dot’s gaze swept over the two women, a quick sizing up. It wouldn’t matter what missteps she or Lyda might make. She saw the unbreakable history between these two. More importantly, she saw everything she needed to know in his grandmother’s eyes. Love, understanding, sorrow, happiness. Dot was the guardian at the gate, the one family member who stood for the child within Noah, the child that stayed inside every adult, either nurtured by love or handicapped by a lack of love.
It made Gen’s heart hurt, seeing the connection between them, so strong as a result of how weak it was with others. Well, the joke’s on you, she thought. Because any parent with a heart would want their child to look at them the way he was looking at Dot. Actually, anyone at all would want Noah to look at them with such devotion.
Gen stilled inside, realizing she had seen that look on Noah’s face before. It didn’t have the same sensual overtones, of course, but in some of his intense moments with her or Lyda, his heart had been right there for them to see. To take.
When Noah glanced at Lyda, she gave him a light shove. “Your grandmother is top dog here,” she said, with a strained smile that suggested his expression had broken Lyda’s heart a little as well. “When she says jump, you leap.”
Noah kissed her hand, and then he was striding across the wooden bridge and up the steps to hop on the porch and kneel by his grandmother, whom he enveloped in a huge hug.
Lyda linked arms with Gen, both of them studying the two, giving them a minute. “So she lives in Tampa the rest of the year?” Gen asked.
“Yeah. Even when he moved in with me, he went to see her a couple days a week. It does him a lot of good. I hadn’t met her before now, though.” At Gen’s glance, Lyda grimaced. “Yeah, I’m a hardass, I know it. But you two forced me into a weak moment, so here I am.”
Lyda tempered it with a wry look, but when she put pressure on Gen’s arm, it was clear she wanted Gen right with her when they stepped onto the porch. She was nervous. Yeah, in a Lyda kind of way, which was more like aggressive tension, ready for a fight, and there was no fight to be had here. Despite her initial worry over how displays of affection would be interpreted, Gen put her hand over Lyda’s. Her Mistress’s fingers were cold.
“It’s okay,” she said. “She’s going to think you’re amazing, the way we all do.”
“I suck at families,” Lyda said, keeping a smile on her face, barely moving her lips.
“Not from where I’m standing. Seems like you’re working toward creating one out of the three of us. An
d doing a pretty good job of it.”
That won a startled look. “Don’t freak me out, rabbit.”
“Nice to know you have a freak-out button.”
“Remember I also have a whip.”
In truth, Gen hadn’t realized anything had the capacity to spook their Mistress, but that idea—her, Noah and Lyda forming a family—apparently did. Lyda never lacked for courage, though. She took a breath and they’d crossed the bridge, though Gen squeezed her hand once more before Lyda gently pushed her forward, so she preceded her. As Gen went up the narrow set of steps that led up to the back porch of the bungalow, Lyda following, Noah rose, his hand still in his grandmother’s grasp.
“I told her I just saw her three weeks ago,” he said. “I’m not back from Afghanistan or anything.”
“Don’t sass your grandmother,” Dorothy scolded. “Every morning I wake up is one more morning I’m surprised I’m not dead. So when I see you, it’s like I’m coming from Afghanistan.”
Yep, just as blunt as the women at the tea room. Gen liked her already, even as the shrewd blue eyes pinned her like a hawk. “Introduce me to your friends, Noah.”
“This is Lyda Coltrane, my boss at the nursery, and Genevieve Wisner, a good friend. She goes by Gen.”
It surprised Gen that Noah knew her full name, let alone introduced her by it. He must have gotten it from Chloe, which made her wonder what else her coworker had told him about her. Probably best that she didn’t ask.
Dorothy extended a gnarled hand to Lyda. “Gently, girl. Fingers are a mess.”
Lyda gave her the lightest of squeezes. “All the work I do at the nursery, my hands often ache at night. What do you use for yours?”
“Oh, I’ve tried all sorts of remedies. I’ll give you a few ideas while you’re here. If I’d done some of them earlier, I would have been better off. But I hope you won’t face that. Look at how tall and lovely you are.” She turned to Gen. “And where do you work?”
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