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ening, quivering. If she could rub even a modicum faster, she would come. She thought Noah might be reaching the same point, from how careful their movements were becoming. Her fingers dug into the carpet. She'd flattened her upper body, the rug a sweet friction against her nipples. Lift, lower, rotate.
"Fuck," Noah breathed. "Mistress..."
"Sssh..." Lyda said absently. It sounded like she was engrossed in her book, but Gen was sure she was feeding off the pleasure she was denying them. The thought only inflamed Gen more. She and Noah were writhing on the floor like wanton animals.
"Please..." Gen whispered to the carpet. Then, so softly she thought it might not be heard, she said, "Mistress."
Lyda's bare foot pressed against her buttock. Still no response, no command to come. They had to keep to that rhythm. Over and over, until Gen's body was dewed with perspiration and she'd coated Noah's balls in her juices. His leg was damp beneath hers. They were both shaking with the effort of holding back.
"Stop." Lyda's foot withdrew. "Gen, on your knees. Come toward my voice. I won't let you run into anything."
She obeyed, clumsy, uncoordinated, but when Lyda touched her, drew her closer, she made that whimpering sound again. The blindfold helped remove all inhibitions, all embarrassment. There was just lust, the need to come.
"Sit up on your heels. Hands behind your back. Lace your fingers."
She teetered forward as she did it, but Lyda held her securely, hands on Gen's shoulders. She drew her down and forward, so Gen's chin rested on the seat cushion. Lyda was sliding closer, her thighs pressing against Gen's shoulders as she hooked her heels around the back of Gen's knees. Oh...she was going to... Yes.
She pushed Gen's face directly into her wet, fragrant pussy. "Eat my cunt, Gen, until I tell you to stop. Serve your Mistress well, and I'll allow you and Noah to come."
She didn't have the reasoning power to worry that this was her first time doing this to a woman and how to do it. She wanted to taste Lyda's pussy, suck juices from it, tease the labia, lash at the clit, nip at her with an almost savage hunger, no finesse. Lyda pulled her head even closer, burying Gen's face and mouth against her, moving against Gen as if she was marking her.
Gen plunged her tongue inside Lyda's cunt, finding it slick and hot. The musk of it was different from a man, the strength of the smooth thighs on either side of her head tempered with the delicate scent of that floral powder. She moaned as her own empty pussy contracted, so sensitized, so close to climax, it made her work all the harder now for the reward she'd been promised. That they'd both been promised.
Noah was behind them, listening to her going down on his Mistress while he was blindfolded. Were his fingers itching to wrap around his engorged cock, jerk himself off to the sound of Lyda's heavy breathing, the moans that slipped from her lips, the aroused sounds humming in Gen's throat as she licked, thrust into and suckled Lyda's cunt?
Lyda's grip became rigid on Gen's head. As she ground herself against her face, she released with guttural cries, a hard pumping of her hips. Gen lapped up the small surges of cream that bathed her pussy, suckled her clean all while savoring the strong woman's shudders as she came down, as she twitched and quivered. Reading her body as she might read her own, Gen applied her tongue with steady pressure, slowing the swirls and teasing licks to accommodate Lyda's aftershocks, her sensitized skin. She could smell Lyda on her lips, on her face. In her current state of extreme arousal, she inhaled it like an elixir.
"Now your punishment. Turn around."
Once again, Lyda guided her like a doll. She pushed Gen down until her forehead was on the floor but she kept Gen's hips up. She was so aroused, the position was more arousing than threatening. All Gen could think of was how her exposed pussy must look, wet and ready to be fucked, tissues flushed, and how easy it would be to make that happen in a variety of ways. Noah's cock, his or Lyda's tongue, fingers, a vibrator. She had to come or she'd die.
A sharp slapping noise made her jump. She was going to be punished, and though panic surged through her, none of it translated through her lust-fogged brain as an act of refusal. Lyda's hand slid between her legs, cupped her mound. The contact alone made Gen moan, and when Lyda pushed a thumb inside her, using the other fingers to hold her up, she was shuddering.
Something hard, slim and far too flexible smacked her ass. It hurt, the sting sharp and jarring, but all the arousal swirling through her made the cry that broke from her lips sound near orgasmic.
"Thought you had that in you, with the right conditions." Lyda did it again, harder, and Gen yelped. Panted. Gripped the carpet. After the sting came a flush of heat that was hard to classify. Especially when she felt Lyda's lips brush her raised buttock. Right before the third blow, the hardest of all. She jumped, her brain saying No, no. That hurt too much, no more... And yet she wanted to lift her hips to ask for more.
Lyda removed her hand from her pussy, gave her throbbing buttock a light slap with her hand. "That's all you get for now, rabbit. Resume the scissor position and begin again."
Noah took over then, which was good since her mind was floating somewhere, her body too spun up to be controlled by her brain. When he eased her back into place, she let out a harsh groan. That contact between their genitals ran electricity through her body, warning her how close she was to climax.
The metronome was reset, this time to a faster pace. Lyda was trying to turn her into a lunatic. "You may work at the same time now," the woman said in her pure sex tone "but follow this rhythm. I want to see my pets come, writhing at my feet. Ask my permission right before."
With the first friction of Noah's testicles against her labia, her pussy spasmed. "God...please...I need..."
She strangled on the words, and Lyda said nothing. She was going to make her say it all. Choice or no choice, free will, wasn't even in Gen's mind now. She and Noah were Lyda's pets, owned by her entirely, able to do what she wanted to them. And that ownership was the most erotic thought Gen had ever experienced. All the independence she valued so highly, it wasn't as if this moment negated it--it was as if Lyda had called forth an alter ego from Gen, one who wanted this. Needed this as a reward for the other.
The words blurted from her, lust-infused panic. "Please, Mistress...may I come? Please..." The last word was a near scream.
"Come for me, Gen."
Vaguely, she heard Noah ask for the same privilege and Lyda give consent. His legs jerked, the two of them bucking against each other. She spurted against his testicles, soaking them with her response she was sure. She could see it just as Lyda had described it, them writhing on the floor, humping like the naked, unrestrained animals they were, giving their owner pleasure as she watched.
Their Mistress.
When Gen at last landed from her orbit of the moon, she worried she might have scrubbed all the skin off Noah's testicles. His deep breaths, the way his legs were twitching against hers, told her he was feeling no pain, however. No more than herself. Aftershocks kept rippling through her, mixed with plain old shock. She became aware that Lyda was on her knees next to them. She was stroking Gen's hair, hip pressed against Gen's backside. From the rhythmic movements, Gen suspected she was stroking Noah as well. Perhaps his hip or side. Soothing them. Expressing her pleasure.
"So you aren't really a nighttime TV watcher," Gen mumbled.
