Revenge Is Best Served Hot: 3 Novella Bundle (Revenge Is Best Served Hot (Powerful Women Series))

by C. C. Morian

  Michaels’ mouth was open, breathing hard. “I want to—”

  “I don’t care what you want. It’s what I want,” she interrupted. “I’m the one in charge. I’ll decide what you get. Do you understand?”

  Michaels’ eyes flared, he seemed ready to jump up, so Lynn slapped him again, this time a little harder. “Tell me you understand, or you won’t get anything at all.”

  Michaels’ eyes went to her breasts, Lynn knew exactly what he wanted. He succumbed, looking down, submissive. “Yes, I understand.”

  “Good. Don’t forget it. Now I have another question for you. Do you like anal sex?”

  The shift in subject confused Michaels. “Anal sex?”

  “You heard me.”

  “I’ve never done it,” Michaels admitted.

  “Would you like to see what it feels like?”

  “If that’s what you want.”

  Lynn could see the hunger in his eyes, she imagined that his cock was hard. “Which one would you pick? The threesome or the anal sex?”

  “That’s a difficult choice.”

  “Are you hard, Pierce?”

  Pierce looked away. “Yes, I am.”

  “Let me see. Take out your cock.”

  When Pierce hesitated, Lynn said, “Do as I say, and you’ll get a reward.” She ran her hands over her breasts. “Maybe these.” Then she lifted up her skirt to give him a flash of her lacy panties. “Or even this again.”

  Michaels’ eyes darted from her breasts to her crotch, mesmerized, and without looking down he unzipped himself and pulled out his cock.

  “Take it out,” said Lynn.

  “I did.”

  “Where? I can’t see it. Oh there it is. I though you said you were hard?”

  “I am! I’m hard as a rock!” Michaels looked down at his cock and started stroking it.

  “I’m afraid I can’t see much at all. Maybe you should drop your pants.”

  Michaels quickly stood up and slipped his pants down around his scrawny legs. As he bent to take them totally off, Lynn pushed him back on the bed, his pants stuck around his ankles.

  She bent over, pretending to search for his cock. “Is that it? You poor man, I can see why you need to act so tough, you have such a little cock. That’s as big as it gets?”

  Michaels looked down. “It’s not big?”

  Lynn laughed, not having to pretend, it was actually pretty small, not miniscule, but well below average. “I’m afraid not. I’m wondering if a woman would even feel that inside her. I’m not sure I would.”

  “You would, you would!” promised Michaels.

  “I don’t know if it would be worth even trying. What would you be willing to do to find out?”

  Michaels was salivating now. “Anything!”

  “Well see. You’ll have to do exactly what I tell you.”

  “I will, I promise.”

  “Now, back to our question. Would you prefer anal sex, or a threeway?”

  Michaels hesitated. “I don’t know, it’s really hard.” He giggled. “Like me.”

  “Stay focused, Pierce.”

  “Yes, of course. I—you could get someone for a threeway?”

  Lynn shook her head. “Mr. Michaels, this is the last time I’ll break out of the role. You must know that there are a lot of women who would want to fuck you. Now don’t make me do that again, or you won’t get anything.” Lynn unbuttoned her blouse, slowly, one button at a time, revealing her low cut, black bra, which barely covered part of her breasts. “You won’t get these. You do want these, don’t you, Pierce?”

  Michaels’ eyes were locked on her tits. “Yes,” he whispered.

  “Then answer the question. Anal or a threeway? Think carefully, and remember we are learning about power here.”

  Michaels appeared ready to blurt something out, then reconsidered. Slowly he smiled. “I want both.”

  “Very good, Pierce. That’s exactly what I would have said I wanted. We’re both getting a good lesson tonight.” Lynn crawled onto the bed. “Now turn around and face me, and I’ll give you a little reward for getting that right.”

  Michaels turned, his legs still caught up in his dropped pants. Lynn spread her legs and lifted up her skirt, her powerful thighs opening up in a vee, a funnel leading to her pussy. She knew without looking that her labia had opened, straining against her thin panties, her clit might even be visible. Michaels was awed, his eyes locked on her crotch, and he began to crawl toward her.

  Lynn let him get so close that she could feel his heavy breath on her pussy, right through the fabric, and again experienced the confused arousal, not liking this man, but the thought of making him do whatever she wanted, anything at all, was such a rush. . .

  “Kiss it,” she ordered, and Michaels immediately obeyed, his lips reaching, mouthing her, and her body reacted, she could no longer see his face anyway, she didn’t care who it was, she just craved being so in control. “Harder.”

  Michaels shoved his face forward, into her, and Lynn moaned, but reluctantly pulled away, she didn’t want to move too fast. She saw Michaels rubbing his cock and she pushed his head back roughly. “No jerking off! I’ll tell you when, and if, you can touch yourself.”

  Michaels complied, waiting like a dog for a bone, staring at her panties, her crotch.

  Lynn forced him to wait. And, unbelievably, she had to force herself to wait as well. Finally she said, “You may use your tongue on me.”

  Michaels dove in, his tongue pushing at her, trying to get at her through her panties, around them. Lynn felt his tongue finally reach her clit and her back arched, fighting to stay in control.

  “Slow, Pierce, slow.” And then much louder, she said, “We need to leave room for the anal.” Lynn pulled her skirt down to completely cover Michaels’ head.

  The signal for Kathie. Within a few seconds Kathie was standing in the doorway, the brown bag in her hand, she must have been listening as planned from the living room. She took it all in, Michaels on his knees, his face buried in Lynn’s crotch. Michaels couldn’t see her, she was in back of him, and he was too busy doing what Lynn had told him too.

  Kathie’s face was frozen in shock, they had talked about this, but seeing it was something else. The man who had humiliated them both was now on his knees, his pants around his ankles, being forced to do exactly what Lynn told him to. Slowly the realization of the position she was in dawned on Kathie, and she smiled, deviously.

  Kathie slipped back into the living room and quickly returned with a video camera on a tripod. Stepping to the side of the bed, she set it up so that it pointed right at Michaels. Kathie glanced at Lynn, who nodded, and Kathie turned on the camera, checking to make sure it was recording. Then she reached into the brown bag and pulled out the largest dildo Lynn had ever seen, thick and black. The dildo was attached to a harness made from leather straps. Lynn watched as Kathie strapped the dildo around her hips, the leather straps matching her leather pants, making it look almost like the huge cock was hers.

  Kathie gave it a playful jerk. Lynn laughed, and Michaels raised his head to see what she was laughing about, but Lynn shoved him back between her legs, clamping her powerful thighs around his face. “I didn’t say stop. Keep licking me.”

  Michaels obeyed, and Kathie came forward, the dildo pointing the way, until she stood just behind him. Again Michaels tongue reached Lynn’s clit, and now Lynn let herself respond, pushing against him, incredibly wet. It gave her an idea. . .

  “Stop!” she ordered. Michaels froze. “Close your eyes.” Lynn couldn’t see his face, but assumed he had complied. Lynn shifted her hips back away from him and slipped her fingers into her pussy. She was soaked, wetter than she had ever been, normally it would take a lot of foreplay with a special man to get her this wet, but she had already soaked through her panties. “Take off my panties with your eyes closed.”

  Michaels pulled down her wet panties, Lynn glancing at Kathie, noticing the other woman look away at first, but then loo
k back, maybe her first look at another woman’s pussy. Their eyes met, and both of them blushed.

  “Hand them to me,” ordered Lynn, and she took the panties from Michaels. “Keep your eyes closed. Now open your mouth, wide.” It looked like he was about to object, but as soon as his mouth was open Lynn shoved her panties in his mouth. “Suck on them.”

  Michaels groaned, turning his head, and Lynn covered his mouth with her hand, until Michaels gave in, mouthing her panties. Lynn put her fingers in her pussy again, avoiding her clit, she knew if she allowed herself to masturbate she’d have an orgasm, and she didn’t want that, not yet. She pulled out her fingers, looking at her hand, stunned at how wet they were. Kathie didn’t know where to look, she seemed both embarrassed and aroused, her faced flushed. Lynn motioned Kathie over.

  Lynn ran her hand over the dildo, spreading her juices, and then did it again and again, getting it wet, unable to dry herself out, she was dripping. Lynn motioned for Kathie to take her position behind Michaels.

  Lynn yanked the panties out of Michaels’ mouth. “Now Pierce, here are my final questions for you, everything that happens next depends on what you say. And keep your eyes closed!”

  Michaels nodded eagerly.

  “Once someone has proven their power and superiority, they should be in control, shouldn’t they?”

  Michaels nodded.

  “And right now, who is in control?”

  “You are,” he said meekly.

  “So I can make you do anything I want you do to.”

  “Yes, that is the nature of control.”

  “Very good, Pierce. You have taught me this lesson, so now it’s time for your reward. You’ve done so well that you are going to get both your threeway and the anal sex you wanted.”

  “I am?” Michaels’ voices was dreamy.

  “Yes. I’m going to call another woman into the room. I don’t want you to open your eyes, it is a surprise, but I promise you she is very pretty. She even has the tight little ass you like. If you keep behaving and accepting your inferior position, she may actually let you see it.”

  “I’ll do what you tell me,” pleaded Michaels. “Anything.”

  “Very well.” Lynn motioned Kathie forward. “One characteristic of a powerful leader is never to ask anything of your subordinates that you wouldn’t do yourself. Don’t you agree?”

  “I’ve read that, I haven’t actually—”

  “Shut up. I’m telling you that’s the way it is. If you want something, you have to at least be willing to do it yourself. Now you said you wanted to experience anal sex, didn’t you?”

  “Yes, I’d like to—”

  “Fuck me in the ass?”

  “Yes, if that’s what you want,” Michaels’ meekness was fighting with his excitement.

  “I don’t know if I’d even feel your little cock in my ass. But that’s not the point. The point is, if you want someone else to get fucked. . .” Lynn waited until Kathie had positioned the dildo right near Michaels’ vulnerable ass. “You have to be willing to get fucked yourself.”

  As Lynn spoke the last words Kathie pushed the dildo forward, the huge head overwhelming Michaels’ tiny hole. Kathie had planned to ease it in, she wanted to humiliate him, not hurt him, but at that moment, Michaels, maybe realizing what was about to happen, tried to get away, pulling away from Lynn, and his ass jerked backward, just as Kathie was pushing forward, and the dildo slammed into him hard, past the opening, past the tightest part of his anus, and he yelped in pain.

  Kathie, a little afraid, pulled back, but Lynn grabbed Michaels’ hair and held him in place. “If you want this,” Lynn thrust her hips forward, pushing her pussy right against his face, “you have to take that.” Lynn gestured to Kathie, who leaned forward, watching with amazement as the huge black dildo slowly penetrated Michaels’ ass, disappearing inch by inch, Michaels groaning loudly.

  Both women stared at the cock, immediately understanding why men were so turned on by anal sex, how tight it must feel, how taboo it was.

  Michaels again tried to free himself, but Lynn yelled, “Lick my pussy!” And as Michaels felt Lynn’s reaction, her excitement, his resistance lessened, and Kathie saw this and started fucking him in the ass, evenly at first, and then harder and harder, feeling the base of the dildo press against her own pussy, an unexpected pleasure.

  “Very good, Pierce, keep licking me,” ordered Lynn. Michaels was moaning now, with each thrust of the dildo his head slammed forward into Lynn’s pussy, and she locked her legs around him, keeping him in his place. “You seem to be getting aroused by this, Pierce. You must like it.”

  Michaels mumbled something, impossible to understand, his face was buried. Lynn pulled him away by his hair. “Admit it, you like it.”

  “I do,” he gasped.

  “Say it,” Lynn ordered. “Tell me what you like.”

  “I—I like being fucked,” groaned Michaels.

  “Where do you like being fucked?”

  “In the ass! I like being fucked in the ass!”

  Lynn shoved his face back into her dripping pussy, and Kathie started fucking him even harder, the cock now all the way in, not believing he could take it, it must hurt, she’d never had anal sex, wondering what it must feel like, Michaels certainly seemed to be really excited. . .

  Kathie forced her hand down into the tight leather pants, working her fingers onto her clit, and each thrust pressured her most sensitive spot, it was as if her clit was also getting fucked.

  Lynn was losing control, Michaels’ face mashed against her pussy, her legs restraining him, all of it exciting, even seeing Kathie fuck him, seeing the other woman get aroused, Lynn had never been with a woman, she couldn’t take her eyes off Kathie, wondering if she was wet too, wondering what it would be like if it was Kathie who was licking her. . .

  Their eyes locked again, and reached out to each other, and that, even more than what Michaels was doing, catapulted Lynn into a massive orgasm, her juices flowing, gushing, her legs clamping together, her spasms rocking the entire bed.

  Kathie was struggling to move her fingers, squeezed into her skin tight leather pants. She’d never seen a woman have an orgasm before, and couldn’t take her eyes off of Lynn. Kathie thrust forward powerfully, the dildo going all the way into Michaels’ ass, the resistance pushing Kathie’s fingers against her clit, making her think of a tongue on her, sitting on a man’s face, something else she had never done, and her legs grew weak, she started to shake, and she was coming, her fingers going numb even as her pussy exploded.

  Kathie couldn’t stand any more, she fell backward, the dildo making a popping sound as it dragged out of Michaels’ ass, and he groaned, and Kathie yelled at him, “You love it, don’t you? You love having your ass fucked!”

  Michaels was trying to answer, Lynn finally released him, Michaels now grabbing for his cock, jerking himself off. “Please, please, give it to me!”

  Kathie snapped off the harness and threw it on the floor. She reached into the shopping bag and pulled out another strap-on dildo, this one even bigger—and pink. She held it up for Lynn. “This one’s for you.”

  Lynn laughed and jumped off the bed, pulling off her skirt in one motion, in a hurry. She started to put the dildo on, but Kathie, shy now, said, “Let me help.” Kathie dropped to her knees and strapped the dildo around Lynn’s hips, her face now close to Lynn’s naked pussy, her musk intoxicating.

  Kathie closed her eyes, and was just about to do something crazy, she was going to kiss Lynn’s pussy, she wanted to taste it, she never had any interest in a woman before, but Lynn was so beautiful, Kathie had been so turned on watching her come, she wanted part of it, she didn’t know if that’s what Lynn wanted, but she was going to do it anyway.

  But at just that moment Michaels turned and saw her. “You!”

  Lynn didn’t give him a chance to regain his composure, to try to assert himself over Kathie. In two strides Lynn was next to the bed, pushing Michaels down. “That’
s right, it’s Kathie. She just fucked you in the ass with that big black dildo.”

  Michaels looked at the dildo and sputtered, “I—”

  “And you said you loved it,” finished Kathie. “And I heard you say you liked my ass. I’ll show it to you.” She quickly stripped off her boots and leather pants, bending over as she did so that Michaels would get a good look at her ass. She had worn no underwear, and naked from the waist down, she knelt on the bed.

  “Wait,” said Lynn. “Pierce, take off your shoes and pants.”

  Michaels quickly complied, perhaps thinking he was going to get something he wanted.

  “On your back,” Kathie ordered, pushing his shoulders down, so now he was half on the bed, his legs hanging off the end.

  Kathie crawled forward, positioning herself right over his face. “You said I had a nice ass, didn’t you?”

  Michaels nodded, his face inches from her pussy and ass. “It’s a wonderful ass, so tight. . .”

  “You may touch it,” said Kathie.

  Michaels reached up with this hands, his fingers spreading. Kathie slapped them away.

  “With your mouth,” said Kathie. “Kiss it.”

  Michaels reached up, trying to plant a kiss on Kathie’s ass, but she kept out of his reach, finally letting him barely brush her ass check with his mouth.

  “You said you like tight asses. Let’s see if you can put your mouth where you mouth is, so to speak. Stick out your tongue, and lick it.”

  Kathie waited until he was straining, his tongue out, reaching, and then she sat down hard on his face, grinding, his hot tongue hitting her crack, for just a second his tongue was in her, unspeakable, yet it drove her crazy, if she hadn’t just come she would certainly have at that moment.

  Michaels struggled beneath her, but she held him down, and she placed his hand on his cock, amazingly still hard, he was aroused getting taken and humiliated by these two women he had no respect for. Kathie let him touch himself, and in just a few seconds Michaels had stopped struggling, and Kathie felt his tongue again, exploring, pushing forward, reaching for her, into her. . .