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Now she cradled his balls and kneaded them, stroked his perineum. His mouth vibrated against her as he muttered oaths. The tightening of all those lovely muscle groups beneath her, his cock thick as she'd ever felt it, told her that while her oral skills might not have been her best performance, her screaming reactions had more than compensated to keep him heavily aroused. She realized his trembling body was as rigid as his cock. It made her more determined to draw a climax from him, no matter how he struggled to obey his Mistress. Pushing aside exhaustion, she put her oral skills back to work. She tasted his pre-cum and milked it out of him with teasing strokes along the throbbing veins along the shaft.
Just when she was pretty sure Lyda's intent was that he come without permission, and Gen was feeling a visceral pleasure at being part of the conspiracy, Lyda spoke. "Come for us, Noah."
He thrust so hard up into her throat Gen gagged, but she moved with him, riding him like a bucking horse. She wished she could be in two places at once, seeing the way his biceps bunched as the spreader bar held his arms in their locked position, his chest lifting, hips pushing down hard to flatten his ass into the carpet and then rebounding into her mouth again, pumping into her like he would her pussy.
She kept lashing at him well after his seed flooded her mouth, inflicting as much sensual torture as he'd given her, sucking on the corona, nipping it with sharp teeth as he jerked. Distantly she heard Lyda chuckling at them both, but the strain in
their Mistress's voice shot triumph through Gen. Was she hot and wet too? Craving their hands, mouths, genitals to bring her release?
If she was, she wasn't ready to give in to it yet. "He's done. Gen, take your mouth off him. Remove his spreader bar. Noah, stay still. No moving."
Though Gen was weak, she was so saturated with the drugging pleasure of it all, she wanted more. Endless amounts of more. It was a Disneyland-Twilight Zone addiction. As she turned to straddle Noah, her wet pussy pressed against his damp cock. She leaned over his face, her breasts bobbing close to his tempting mouth. The puffs of breath puckered her still tight nipples further. When she unbuckled the cuffs, she saw he was in the same zone she was, his gaze fastened on her breasts as if they were the most important thing in his universe. He wanted to taste, to suckle. She stretched herself even lower, put her nipple damn near against his parted lips, her breasts pressed against his face. She also did a lot of rubbing against him as she freed him from the spreader bar. "No moving," she reminded him.
Lyda chuckled. "Gen, behave, or I'll let Noah spank you. He'll only tolerate so much teasing from another sub, even one I'm commanding. He enjoys making a pretty female ass rosy, almost as much as he likes having it done to him."
Looking down, Gen discovered Noah's gaze glittering with a promise of retribution, a hint of his savagery threaded with thrilling intent.
She slid off him, unnerved enough that she jumped a little when his now-free hands grazed her, but it was only to steady her as she moved onto her knees. She saw that dangerous look now held mischief. It was also more evidence he'd recovered from earlier. Other feelings took over for her then, such that she squeezed his hand. The shift in his eyes acknowledged her emotions, that and his firm grip a quiet message of reassurance. It's okay. I'm okay. Stop worrying.
She knew she'd keep worrying about it. He was an oscillating wheel, the broken part of him out of sight, but not gone. However, thanks to Lyda's determination to keep sanity out of reach tonight, Gen was quickly distracted again.
"I'm nowhere near done with you two. I want Gen on her knees and you inside her from behind, Noah. Are you still hard enough to make that happen?"
A quick glance showed him partially erect. He found a condom in the coffee table, rolled it on. Gen moved onto hands and knees, wobbling like a newborn filly. The woman was honestly trying to kill them.
"Put her on her elbows, Noah."
The butterfly tingle in her clit increased to a flock of birds as he curved one large hand around the back of Gen's neck and pushed her down to her elbows, supporting her to avoid a face plant. Putting his pelvis against her bare ass, he fed his cock into her, pushing a little to accommodate his not fully rigid state. Lyda had an answer for that.
"Start squeezing down on him, Gen. Neither of you is allowed to move otherwise, though. You're my performance art, a perfectly still statue of two people fucking, but all the movement inside, working out all those sensitive nerve endings."
Gen obeyed. She closed her cunt muscles over Noah's length. Kept doing it rhythmically. Lyda had a devilish understanding of the way arousal worked between two attracted bodies. As Gen milked him inside but they were both forced to stay still outside, Noah's grip on her hips increased. He started getting hard again in no time. Which stretched her labia, put pressure on her clit, and started to take her up that slope to arousal again as well. Oh God, it felt so good to have him inside of her. She wanted to move. Desperately.
Lyda had been eating throughout, making casual comments about the tastiness of the meal, things that needed to be done at the nursery, the damn meaning of the universe, for all Gen knew. Now she pushed her plate away. "Gen, come here and take this to the kitchen. Refill it."
It was a good thing the woman wasn't in her mind, because having Noah pull out of her resulted in some creative curses. She toddled toward the table, her arousal coursing down her thigh. When she reached across Lyda to take the plate, their Mistress slid one finger up that track and placed it in her mouth, sucking in a way that had Gen almost dropping the plate.
"You're evil," she said.
Lyda's eyes glinted. "No talking."
Gen shut her mouth, went to the kitchen. She refilled the plate as before, remembering the rule about ten o'clock placement and oblong rice shapes. She locked on the guidelines as if the fate of world peace depended on following a Mistress's orders. There was a pleasure to it, a frustration, a sense of security. Everything began and ended with her. Was that another part of it for Noah, for every person who had this kind of craving to submit?
Whatever. She'd save it for her next philosophical discussion with Chloe. And good God, would she have some experiential knowledge to bring to that discussion.
When she returned, Lyda had changed her robe for the one she'd worn the other night. She must have had Noah retrieve it, for he was now kneeling beside her. The transparent gray robe was on the chair next to her.
"Put that on and take a seat there, so Noah's in between us. I want him to see enough flashes of tits and pussy when you move to keep him hard."
Noah wet his lips at that, though Gen noticed Lyda had him staring down at the floor right now. She also had his hands occupied. They were motionless, double-wrapped around his cock, holding the stiffening member in a pointed up position.
"Here, feed him this." Lyda handed Gen a spring roll once she complied with her commands. "Make him eat it from your fingers."
Gen found the experience of feeding him even more absorbing this time. As Noah closed his lips around the roll, his gaze lifted to meet hers. Lyda watched them, her chin resting on her hand as Noah chewed. Gen waited until he swallowed and looked to her for another bite. Lyda kept passing food to her. Sometimes she made Gen eat, taking the food from her hand. In that manner their Mistress fed them, making sure they both ate dinner, sending Gen back to fill the plate once more and then emptying it in the same manner. Gen feeding Noah, Lyda feeding Gen.
On the second plate, Lyda allowed Noah to release his cock, which stood quite well on its own. She didn't give him direction on where to place his hand, so over time, Gen noticed he braced one on the seat of her chair. As she shifted to feed him, she managed to position herself where his knuckles were against the base of her thigh. Lyda didn't prohibit it. She stroked his hair as she had Gen take food from her fingertips.
Whereas the arousal she'd spawned before had been overpowering and strong, this kept a nice sexual hum going, at a resonance Gen could enjoy for hours. Days.
