by Radclyffe
Nat gently but firmly pushed Emily away. “Go invite your friend to join us in a private room. Ask her if she wants to watch me use you. Make sure she knows she’s just the audience.”
“Yes, mistress.” Emily could barely stand. It took every ounce of her concentration to walk the twenty feet to the bar, then all her courage to speak to the handsome stranger who greeted her approach with a cool grin.
Luckily, the stranger broke the ice. “Don’t tell me she got you off already?”
Emily managed a shaky laugh. “Unfortunately, no.”
The butch offered Nat a friendly, long-distance nod. “Soon, I’m sure.”
“Depends on my mistress’s mood.” Emily leaned against the bar, grateful for the support. “And my behavior.”
“I see.” Exhaling, the butch grabbed her beer and took a swig. “Well, tell your mistress thank you for letting me have a peek.”
Emily smiled. Thank goodness for perfect openings. “Actually, she wanted me to ask you something.”
The bottle of beer went back on the bar, once again forgotten. “Did she?” The butch stepped closer, but stopped when Emily took a half step back. “What’s that?”
Bracing herself for the possibility of rejection, Emily said, “Do you want to join us in a private room? My mistress would like you to watch her use me.”
“Use you, huh?” The butch’s throat tightened and she flicked her gaze back to Nat. If she was uncertain about the proposal, she didn’t show it. “I can do that.”
“Great.” Emily relaxed, pleased the fantasy exchange was so thrillingly on track. “As long as you’re okay spending the next hour or two as a spectator.”
The butch laughed. “I’m very all right.” She dropped her gaze to Emily’s cleavage and leered. “I’ve been undressing you with my eyes since you walked in. I can’t wait to see the real thing.”
“Okay, then.” Shyly, Emily said, “What’s your name?”
“Billie.” She offered her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you…”
“Emily.” She shook Billie’s hand and gestured at the table. “Shall we?”
Billie followed close behind. “Please.”
Nat slid out of the booth and greeted Billie with a firm handshake. “Nat.”
“Billie. Thanks for the invitation.”
“Thank you for giving my girl an audience.” Nat wrapped an arm around Emily’s waist. “Do you like what I’ve shown you so far?”
“She’s gorgeous.” Billie kept her eyes strictly on Nat, almost as though Emily wasn’t there. “Very nice.”
“But you’d like a better look?”
Billie matched Nat’s playful grin. “I’d love a better look.”
“Good.” Nat took Emily’s hand and led her away from the table, Billie bringing up the rear. “Our room’s in the back.”
Emily’s stomach leapt into her throat as they walked across the noisy club. The throbbing music only partially covered the sound of the woman still being mercilessly fucked onstage. Around them were people in various states of undress and all manner of sexual positions and configurations. When was the last time she’d felt this bashful about anything sexual? Nat had helped her experience so much since they’d been together. To have Nat once more take her somewhere new—exactly one year to the night when she’d tested Emily’s sexual limits for the first time—was so perfectly, utterly right.
Their room was at the top of a staircase in the back corner of the club, behind a door that locked from the inside. Nat ushered them in and secured the dead bolt, leaving Emily to gape at the equipment that had been laid out on a long steel table. Thin black rope, a pair of shears, a harness and dildo, a large wand vibrator, a paddle, a riding crop, lube…clearly Nat had put plenty of thought into this encounter. Like she always did.
There was a couch and a mini-refrigerator on one side of the room, and on the other, a looming metal frame. A simple high-backed chair sat in the middle, hinting at possibilities that made Emily’s inner thighs slick.
Emily turned to Nat and found dark, hard eyes staring back. She dropped her gaze immediately, not allowing her focus to stray from Nat’s chin. Submission was her only objective now that the scene had begun.
“Take a seat, Billie.” Nat stepped close to Emily, unwavering in her scrutiny. She ran a finger up Emily’s arm, then down into her cleavage. “You, get out of this dress. Show Billie how pretty you are.”
Emily took a chance and lifted her face so she could check in. This was the first time they’d included another person in their play. Nat seemed relaxed, in control, and very turned on. Somehow she managed to offer unspoken reassurance without dropping her stoic mask, infusing Emily with the confidence to grab hold of the zipper on the side of her dress.
Nat clucked her tongue. “Turn around and face Billie. She can’t keep her eyes off your tits, so let’s not tease her.”
Emily’s cheeks warmed at the naked hunger on Billie’s face. Perched on the very edge of the couch, she seemed eager for Emily to comply. Smirking, Billie said, “No, let’s not.”
Nat delivered a hard smack to Emily’s ass, lifting her skirt high up on her thighs with her hand. “Go on. Don’t test my patience.”
Emily’s breathing hitched. Billie must have noticed her reaction because she bared her teeth in a predatory smile. “Does this one like to break the rules?”
Nat chuckled. “Slut is actually an obedient girl, most of the time. That doesn’t mean she doesn’t enjoy a good, hard spanking, though.”
Not quite ready for that yet, Emily went ahead and unzipped her dress. She couldn’t hold Billie’s gaze as she stepped out of the silky red material and kicked it aside. Nat’s strong hand gripped her neck before she moved down to pinch Emily’s nipples through her bra. “This is the best part. The anticipation. Am I right, Billie?”
Billie was so rapt on the action that she didn’t answer. Nat was completely in her element. Billie was under her sway just as surely as Emily was. That meant Nat controlled everyone’s pleasure. Emily knew her well enough to realize that this aspect of their collaborative fantasy was pitch perfect in every way.
Billie nodded dumbly. “I don’t know. I sense that the best is yet to come.”
Nat snickered. “You’ve probably got me there.” She stepped in front of Emily and fixed her with a reproachful look. “Why’d you stop?”
“I—”
“Let me help.” Nat grasped the cups of her lacy red bra and pulled them down, causing her breasts to spill out. Then she stepped away, leaving Emily in full view of her audience.
Blushing, Emily stood with her hands laced behind her back. Fixing her bra would be a serious misstep. “May I continue undressing, mistress?”
“What do you say, Billie?” Nat slipped a hand into the back of Emily’s panties and squeezed one cheek, then the other. “Should she continue?”
Billie reclined against the couch cushions. “Yes.”
Nat grabbed a bit of flesh and pinched. “You heard her. Keep going.”
Careful not to betray any hesitation, Emily reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. She tossed it aside and lowered her panties to her ankles. Nat grabbed her shoulder as she bent over, keeping her on her feet while she administered two hard smacks. Whimpering, Emily straightened and kicked her panties out of the way.
That accomplished, Emily realized how very naked she was. Billie sat motionless, hand on her stomach, seemingly content to run her hungry gaze from Emily’s breasts to her pussy and back again. “Does her pussy taste as good as she looks?”
Nat tapped the inside of Emily’s thigh. Emily set one foot to the side, then bit her lip when Nat dragged fingers through her wetness. Nat crossed the room and offered them to Billie. “Say please.”
Billie’s nostrils flared, her throat tensed. Emily sensed that she was used to being dominant. “Please.”
Clearly pleased, Nat said, “Try her.”
Billie touched her tongue to Nat’s shiny fingertips, then
captured them between her lips. The contrast between Nat’s light skin and Billie’s chocolate brown triggered clenching arousal that threatened to take Emily too close to the edge, much too quickly. As though sensing her dilemma, Nat returned to stand behind her.
“Well?” Emily could hear the smirk in Nat’s voice. “Does it?”
Billie nodded and sank back into the couch cushions. “Yes.”
Nat patted Emily on the bottom. “Be a good slut and get Billie a drink from the fridge. She looks like she needs one.”
Emily knew exactly what Nat was doing. Not only would this task delay the festivities, thus heightening Emily’s anticipation, but also, following domestic commands while nude was demeaning in the extreme. Nat was well aware of the effect this would have on her. With a quiet “Yes, mistress,” Emily went to the fridge, focused only on her destination, and didn’t allow herself to look at the other women in the room.
“Isn’t she magnificent?” Nat said when Emily bent to pull a bottle of water from the mini-refrigerator. “I acquired her last year.” Softening her voice, she said, “And I intend to keep her forever.”
“Smart,” Billie said. She seemed to drink in the sight of Emily’s bare curves as she approached. “She looks like a keeper.”
“You have no idea.” Nat caught her arm as Emily returned to stand at her side. “Let me show you.” Tugging Emily along, she went to the high-backed chair and sat down. “Across my lap, slut.”
Over-the-knee spankings were high up the list of Emily’s favorite sexual acts. Yet this was also what made her feel the most vulnerable. Even knowing that they were in like-minded company, Emily battled a moment of doubt about letting Billie see her so ready and willing to accept a painful punishment.
Nat didn’t allow her a chance to refuse. She yanked Emily down and wrestled her into position over her knees. Emily planted her hands on the floor in an attempt to regain leverage, but Nat kept her effectively pinned in place and helpless without seeming to try.
“What’s our safe word?” Nat said aloud for Billie’s benefit.
“Unicorn.” Emily tried not to smile when Billie smirked.
Smack. “Is this funny?” Nat barked.
“No!” Emily cried out, startled by the suddenness and strength of the first blow. Smack. On instinct, she reached back with one hand and tried to shield her ass until she could gather her resolve to take another blow. Unfortunately, she only managed to throw herself off balance, which Nat made worse by catching her hand and holding it loosely against her lower back.
“What are you doing?” Nat’s voice radiated displeasure. “Don’t block me.”
“I’m sorry, mistress.” Emily gently withdrew her hand from Nat’s, moving it back to its place on the floor. “It won’t happen again.”
“Damn right it won’t.” Resting a hand on her already stinging ass, Nat rubbed the skin gently. “Billie, get over here and grab hold of her hands for me.”
Billie didn’t waste any time, clearly excited to be involved. She sat cross-legged on the floor in front of Emily and took one of Emily’s hands in each of hers and held them tightly on her knees. “Like this?”
Nat’s next blow was slightly softer but Emily still struggled, and Billie was able to hold her down easily. “Perfect,” Nat said, and hit her again. Alternating from cheek to cheek, she established a steady, relentless rhythm that built on the stinging discomfort of the first blows in an excruciatingly gradual way.
Emily bit her lip hard at what felt like the hundredth lash, spreading her legs far apart, desperate for pleasure to ease the pain. Nat continued to deliver hard slaps low on her bottom, allowing her fingers to smack wetly against Emily’s labia. Groaning, Emily stared into Billie’s brown eyes as she willed herself to make it through one of the most prolonged spankings Nat had ever administered.
Finally, the spanking ceased. The tears started as soon as Emily took her first uninhibited breath. With an expression of sweet concern, Billie looked up at Nat, who chose that moment to very slowly slide one finger deep into Emily’s pussy. Emily moaned, drawing Billie’s attention back to her face.
Nat pulled all the way out, then thrust back in. “Tell Billie what I’m doing, slut.”
Inexplicably shy about having Billie right there while Nat fingered her, Emily mumbled, “My mistress is fucking me with her finger.”
“What am I fucking?” Nat asked lightly.
Afraid that she knew exactly what Nat was fishing for, Emily chose a safer answer. “My pussy, mistress.”
Nat withdrew and swiftly took hold of Emily’s labia in a careful but demanding grip. “You know what this is called, slut. Use the correct word.”
One year later and this still had the power to make her blush—especially with Billie still holding her hands. Afraid to incite Nat’s disapproval if she hesitated, Emily blurted, “She’s fucking my cunt.”
Nat released her labia and gave her a light slap that sent electric sparks of sensation shooting through her lower body. “Is that what I’m doing now?”
Emily shook her head frantically and met the next, slightly harder smack with a determined groan. “No, mistress. You’re slapping my cunt.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m a dirty bitch who likes it.”
Billie’s eyes had gone feral and hungry. “You are a dirty bitch, aren’t you?” she murmured, stroking her thumbs over the backs of Emily’s hands. “You can’t get enough of this.”
Emily didn’t answer. She didn’t need a correction to know that speaking to Billie without permission was a bad idea. Unnerved by Billie’s proximity, Emily lowered her head and stared at the ground—only to be promptly pulled up by her hair.
“Don’t stop looking at her,” Nat husked. She slapped Emily’s sex lightly, setting up a driving rhythm that managed to push her close to release within minutes. Chest heaving, Emily focused on keeping eye contact with Billie and not succumbing to orgasm.
Nat stopped slapping and instead slipped her hand wetly over Emily’s mound, rubbing her soft, slick flesh with her palm. Emily’s hips jerked into Nat, her body rebelling against her cautious mind. Nat stopped abruptly, but she left her fingers curled lightly around Emily’s wet sex. “Billie, on the table is a riding crop and a paddle. Choose whichever you want for her last ten licks.”
Emily swallowed. She waited to hear what Billie would choose. Rather than speak, Billie released Emily’s hands and walked away. Seconds later, Nat brought down the leather paddle on her left buttock.
“Count them off,” she ordered.
“One.” Emily was almost grateful when Billie sat and took her hands again. Being held in place made it easier to accept the pain and push through it. When Nat hit her again, she held up her head and smiled at Billie. “Two.”
She counted off all ten blows, not shedding tears until number nine, and then only a few. When Nat was done, she handed Billie the paddle, which Billie returned to the table. Emily remained prone over Nat’s thighs, unsure what to expect next.
Nat rubbed soothing circles over one cheek, then the other. “You deserve a reward for taking that so well. Do you want to come?”
“If that’s what you desire, mistress.” Emily took pride in how well-versed in submission she’d become. These days, she usually knew exactly how to answer Nat’s questions. “Please use my body however you see fit.”
“Good girl.” Nat rubbed tight circles over Emily’s painfully swollen clit. “Now stand up.”
It was a wonder she was able to comply. Her legs had turned to rubber and her entire body shook. Once she managed to get to her feet, she laced her fingers behind her back and stared at the floor. She loved how the subservient pose made her feel—not to mention how commanding it made Nat seem.
“Billie, bring me the rope and the shears. It’s time to give my little slut the pleasure she deserves.”
Emily watched dry-mouthed as Billie gathered the supplies. They’d played with restraints in the past and Emily had absolu
tely loved it. Really, she loved everything that Nat imagined for their encounters, but the one element of Nat’s fantasy that would challenge her was being forced to orgasm over and over. Even more than a painful spanking, it required serious mind over matter for her to withstand pleasure overload.
Nat took the rope from Billie and turned to Emily. “Kneel.”
Grateful not to have to support her trembling weight, Emily sank to the floor. She bowed her head in classic slavegirl submission and waited.
Nat knelt behind her. “Arms behind your back.”
Emily obeyed, swallowing a little nervously as Nat passed the rope around her upper body—once, twice—while tying it off under her arms. She stared down at her bare breasts, now framed by the black rope. The sight made her so wet that she stopped paying attention to the expert binding of her hands. Lifting her eyes, she found Billie standing to the side, looking just as turned on as she felt.
Nat tightened a knot. “Take a seat, Billie. Enjoy the show.” Billie sat as Nat made a cut with the shears. “Is that comfortable, slut?”
Emily tested the rope, which didn’t strain her unduly. Luckily, Nat had chosen to tie her in a position she could hold for a while. “Yes, mistress.”
“Good. Now legs.” Nat cut two lengths of rope. “Sit so your knees are bent and your legs are fully tucked under you. I’m going to tie you just above the ankle and just below the knee.”
“Frogtie,” Billie said, reclining on the couch cushions. “Nice choice.”
“It’s one of my favorites.” Once again, Nat looped and tied off the rope as Emily sat motionless. “So she can still spread her slutty legs for me.” Nat paused to fondle Emily’s sex. “Easy access to my favorite toy.” Drawing away with a slap, she finished the first leg and moved to the second. “Slut, when’s the last time you made yourself come?”
The out-of-the-blue question caught Emily totally off guard. “Um…”
Nat gave her another sharp slap, setting off a riot of sensation that made her moan. “That’s not an answer.”
“Yesterday morning, mistress.” “Unauthorized masturbation” was a frequent excuse for her punishments in bed, so she wasn’t shocked that Nat would ask. “I’m sorry.”