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They had a wonderful time at the restaurant. It was obviously a celebration of what lay behind them, possibly what lay ahead. Lyda ordered a pasta dish and gelato for dessert, even taking a bite of the chocolate cake Gen ordered and the cannoli Noah wanted. Gen noticed they often caught the intrigued attention of the patrons, probably because Lyda was liberal with her touches, caressing Gen's hair, touching her cheek, laying her palm high on Noah's thigh. Playing footsie with them beneath the table. What they all wanted was the sweet touch of cream in their after-dinner coffee, the steam rising off it like the sexual current running between them.
Finally, Lyda handed her credit card to Noah, giving him a burning look. "Pay for our dinner, Noah. It's time to go home."
Moments later, they were in the car, him driving. Lyda had Gen sit in the back with her, and she quickly discovered her Mistress was not in the mood to be patient. Lyda pulled her over, fingers delving into her hair and destroying the swept-up style as she took over Gen's mouth. Gen moaned against her lips, and gripped Lyda's waist, wanting the body beneath the corset.
"Eyes on the road, Noah," Lyda ordered against Gen's skin. "You listen to us get hot and bothered. You don't get to look until you have us safely home."
"Yes Mistress." But his voice was raw with the thrilling edge of male impatience.
Lyda put her hand beneath Gen's skirt, and Gen gasped as Lyda broke the elastic of the thong's leg opening with one fierce jerk, causing her no constriction as she pressed her fingers beneath it into Gen's soaking pussy. "Ah, there she is. I just shoved four fingers into her cunt, and all she did was tremble, Noah. She wants to be fucked so badly she's hurting for it. But so am I. What do we do about that?"
It was a rhetorical question, one Lyda already had plans to answer, Gen was sure. Which was good, because Noah had all he could do not to run them off the road. Lyda obviously had no post-traumatic issues about being in a car tonight. And with her fingers scissoring up inside her, Gen had no brain cells to answer the question, either.
Lyda wrapped her fingers around Gen's throat, pushing her back against the car seat and tipping her head back so she was staring at the ceiling. Lyda stroked her pounding pulse, held her collared. "Spread your legs as far as they'll go, Gen. Be shameless for me."
When she obeyed, Lyda pushed up under the clit hood, causing an uncomfortable and overwhelming sensation. "Such a sensitive bundle of nerves. You can torture a girl like this, make her feel so aroused yet so overstimulated, it's pain and pleasure at once. Do you want more, Gen?"
"Yes." Gen squeaked as the dual sensations ramped up. "Yes Mistress."
"Better. I'm feeling tyrannical tonight. I've been out of control too long. Who's in charge, Gen? Who owns you?"
"You, Mistress."
"Good." Those fingers stroked, plucked, while Gen writhed, pinned by that hold on her throat. "Noah, she's so beautiful, her legs spread out like that, pretty little skirt pushed up. I can't wait to strip her down to that waist cincher. Do it now, Gen."
Gen pulled the dress over her head, getting rid of it, gasping as Lyda kept her fingers working between her legs. Lyda ripped the side of the thong, finishing the job, leaving Gen in the waist cincher, heels and jewelry.
"Don't speed, Noah. We might have a policeman joining our threesome if he saw Gen like this."
Gen managed to speak. "I don't think Noah is into sharing that way."
Lyda noticed Noah's set jaw, his grip on the wheel. "My pets share with each other, but nobody else." Reaching over the seat, she flicked Noah's neck. "I like that too."
*
When they pulled into the drive, Gen had lost her mind to full-blown lust. Lyda had kept stroking and teasing her cunt, and the stimulation of that, added to her provocatively naked body in the waist cincher, was enough to have her ready to do anything Lyda wanted, even if it involved farm animals.
When she made that observation, Lyda gave a sexy chuckle. "Don't think I want to share you that way, either, rabbit. She needs to be carried, Noah. Her legs are shaking."
The terrain to the door wasn't smooth. It also wasn't designed for the light transport chair. So when Lyda reached for the cane that had recently replaced her crutches, Gen's glazed eyes met Noah's in the mirror. Lyda anticipated them.
"I can and will do this," she said. "Bring her inside, Noah."
Noah paused. Though they both realized proving herself was important to Lyda, protecting her was equally important to them. So Noah scooped Gen up and brought her to the door as Lyda bid, but he did it fast. By the time Lyda was out of the car and had taken the first step or two with the cane, he was back by her side.
She'd removed the heels, held them hooked on one finger, so he took them from her with gen
tle courtesy, keeping his gaze on her progress. Lyda kept her eyes on Gen, waiting for them in an outfit designed for one thing--to encourage lots of hot, over-the-top sex. Gen already had the door open.
When they stepped inside, Lyda moved past them, toward the living room. Dropping the keys she'd taken from Gen onto the side table, she dropped into a wing-backed chair. As she placed the cane at her side, Noah and Gen came to her, hand in hand. They sank to their knees before her that way. Gen remembered the first time she'd knelt to Lyda, struggling with what it meant. Now it was pure instinct and desire.
"I'll watch the two of you first." Lyda's voice was low, the command unmistakable, running a thrill up Gen's spine. "Noah, she's yours right now. All yours. You fuck her exactly the way you've been wanting since you laced her up tonight. And Gen...when you don't think you can hold back anymore, you ask him for permission."
Lyda had never placed that power in Noah's hands. Gen sensed his surprise, his flicker of uncertainty. But then his gaze slid over to her. Giving him a look under her lashes she intended to be a sexual challenge, bringing him right to the end of a frayed leash, she tipped forward, sank onto her elbows, leaving her hips high in the air. She adjusted her knees wide, the points of her heels facing upward. Adding to the whole erotic quotient, she wrapped both her hands around Lyda's right ankle, her forehead against the tip of Lyda's shoe. She was at both their mercy.
Noah's hand slid along her calf, caressed the muscle. Taking hold of her foot, he slid off one heel, then the other. As she shivered, he teased her ankle with light caresses. Her pussy got wetter.
"She's dripping on the carpet, Mistress."
