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Gen pressed against her side, obeyed. "There," Lyda murmured. "Keep breathing. In. Out. It's all right. My little control freak."
"Pot. Kettle."
"You can't be too afraid if you're being feisty."
"I react to terror with aggression."
Lyda brushed a kiss over her temple. "We're all afraid of something. Being able to get past it shows courage. It's beautiful. Open just one eye, and look at the city lights. Keep your head where it is. I'm right here." She rubbed Gen's upper arm briskly, squeezed it. "You're all right. I'm not going to let anything happen to you, am I?"
Gen opened the one eye, saw the pretty lights spread out before them. Now that the sun had set, it was getting darker fast, which helped. She didn't want to move, but she wanted to show Lyda she could be brave. "I...I think I can lift my head. Is that okay?"
"Yes. Go ahead. Good girl." Lyda stroked Gen's fingers. "If you can manage it, look back at Noah and assure him he shouldn't scale the cable like a monkey to come help. God save us, he'd do it."
Startled, Gen looked back. Even in semidarkness, she read the deep concern in Noah's expression. The need to reassure someone else helped. She gave him a nod, a wave of her hand. He smiled in return, settled back. He made a nice distraction, long legs relaxed in a splayed knee posture, his arm along the back of the other empty seat, his hand holding onto the chain above the outside frame. His hair fluttered across his brow.
Gen drew a breath, faced front again, looked at Gatlinburg. "I'm in love with you too, you know. I don't know if that's okay with you or not, but I want to say it, in case it changes anything...for all of us."
Lyda kept stroking her upper arm. A little slower, more methodical. Gen didn't look toward her, but she was already petrified, so she might as well go for all of it.
Gen cleared her throat. "Chloe told me there are subs at The Zone who would follow Marguerite into hellfire. They think that Domme-groupie thing is the same thing as love, the same as what Tyler feels for her. But it's not. I don't think this is that. Maybe it could be, but..."
"You're not the groupie kind. Just leave it there, rabbit."
"Okay." All things in their own time. For now, it was enough. Gen was a grown woman. Whatever Lyda was thinking, Gen was responsible for handling her own feelings. Unlike the heights thing, she wouldn't ask anyone to pick up the slack on that if Lyda didn't ever feel the same way. It was going to be okay.
Really.
Chapter Fourteen
They walked around Gatlinburg after dinner. Gen picked up souvenirs for Marguerite and Chloe, and some caramel popcorn for her and Noah to enjoy at the cottage later, despite Lyda's unnatural aversion to junk food. Gen observed she would probably melt like the Wicked Witch of the West if she indulged in a bite. The observation earned her an evil eye and Lyda nabbing some popcorn to prove her wrong.
When they prepared for bed that night, Lyda ordered them both into it naked, though she wore a T-shirt and panties. Putting Noah in the middle, she laid her head on his left shoulder as Gen put hers on his right. He had his arms around them, an indirect restraint that kept his hands out of the way while Lyda played with him. Gen propped on an elbow, stroking his chest, his throat, her own getting tight at how he lifted his chin to let her put her fingers around it, a light collaring as Lyda gripped the base of his cock. He had his hand curved around Gen's hip, forbidden by Lyda from fondling either woman's ass. Yet through the pressure of his palm, Gen felt his desire as vividly as she saw the hardening of his cock under Lyda's skillful touch.
Lyda had made them leave it at that, though. In time, she'd taken her hand from him, linked it with Gen's fingers on his chest, and they'd all fallen asleep that way, Noah stroking a line down Gen's back, her upper arm.
At some point, she must have turned on her side, since she tended to sleep facing outward. When she opened her eyes, she saw it was just past two in the morning, and the bed was moving in a rhythmic sway, like a boat on lazy waters.
Already anticipating what she would see, Gen slowly shifted to her back and to the other side. It put her only a handspan from her other bed partners. Gen folded her hands under her cheek, drinking in the sight of Noah, his gaze trained on Lyda's face, his body stretched out beneath her as he gripped the headboard. Their Mistress was riding him deep and slow.
Their tiredness and Lyda allowing only a little bit of play before settling them to sleep had kept simmering libidos manageable. With sex saturating the air and seeing what she was seeing, Gen was aware of every place the sheets touched her bare skin.
Lyda hadn't removed any clothes. She'd pulled the crotch of the panties aside to sink down on him. Under the T-shirt, her nipples and sway of her unbound breasts were on delectable display. She'd dropped her head back on her shoulders and her hair was loose, caressing her shoulders. When her chin lowered, the glaze of her eyes said she was lost in pleasure, but not so much she couldn't issue another command.
"Push the blanket down and play with yourself, Gen," she whispered. "Cup those pretty tits, put your fingers inside your cunt."
As Gen complied and shifted to her back, Lyda spoke again. "You're not allowed to look at her," she told Noah. "But you feel what she's doing, the movement of her body... He's getting harder inside of me, Gen. Harder than when I told him you'd wake up wet. Even asleep, you knew what we were doing. Show him, Gen. Prove to him I was right."
Gen found his long-fingered hand, already releasing the headboard. Rubbing his calloused palm over her wet pussy, she pushed two of his fingers into a curved dip inside of her. Noah's breath left him in a gratifying near-growl.
"Good. Put his hand back now. My pets don't get to play with one another unless I say so. After you make me come, I'll blindfold you, Noah. Let you eat both of our pussies, see if you can tell them apart. You don't come until I'm satisfied."
She lived up to that threat, riding Noah until she came. By the time she was there, Noah's body had that delicious, all-over straining, hard-muscled look to it, his face taut. As she climaxed, Lyda hoarsely commanded Gen to do the same. She was more than ready, her fingers furiously tugging at her clit, stroking her labia. She was distantly aware of Noah's frustrated groan, then his whisper, goading her on. "Love...hearing you both...come. Fuck..."
By the time she came down, gasping, Lyda was shifting off Noah. Despite the fact she'd just climaxed, Gen gave his cock a covetous look, swollen up hard and thick, the hea
d glistening with Lyda's juices. Once again, he wasn't wearing a condom. She wanted the pleasure of riding him bareback, using the slickness left by Lyda's body.
But they were at Lyda's mercy, their desires secondary. Lyda pulled off her T-shirt, giving them both a view of pale breasts as she draped it over Noah's face, teasing his lips through the fabric before folding it back and tying it around his head.
