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"Yes Mistress." His jaw was rigid. "He told me to do it, and it didn't conflict--"
"His very presence on this property conflicts with your oath to me," Lyda snarled. "And I asked for a goddamn yes or no answer."
"Yes Mistress." Noah repeated. He was back to looking miserable.
With the negative ions charging the air, Gen's current position felt even more exposed. She thought about leaving the cage, but she already knew Lyda channeled her emotions with purpose. She'd ordered them into the cage for a reason. As if underscoring that, Lyda glanced her way. Just a brief flicker, but it helped Gen hold steady. Until Lyda spoke again.
"Gen had to learn a similar lesson tonight, Noah. That if she belongs to me, she doesn't let other women kiss her." Her gaze shifted to Gen. "I'm still not convinced. Until I say otherwise, whenever the clock chimes the quarter hour, no matter what else we're doing, you say 'I'm yours, Mistress'."
"All this, for one kiss," Gen said shakily.
"All this, for allowing another Mistress to touch you without my permission. If you don't want my ownership, all you have to do is say so, right now. I let you out of the cage, we share a glass of wine. You can curl up with me in the bed."
"But it changes things, doesn't it? You want more than that from me. You want me to belong to you, like him."
"Yes, I expect you both to fully belong to me." Gen trembled at the passion in Lyda's gaze, a dragoness roused from her lair. "You wanted Marguerite to kiss you to prove something to yourself. Now you prove something to me. Watch the clock, and be still."
Lyda unlatched Noah's cage, jerked her head at him. "If you want to prove who you serve, Noah, serve your Mistress now. Get out here."
*
The man had his insubordinate moments, but Lyda's anger made him obedient as a disciple of God. Noah was out in a heartbeat, a flexible, quick roll and slide that brought him nearly to Lyda's feet, on his knees. He looked at her with such a yearning expression, Gen felt a hitch in her chest. Everything about him said Yours, Mistress. Yet he'd said he'd go back to Elias if she released him, as if it was as simple as that.
Gen didn't buy it. She'd lay money, whether Noah admitted it or not, that he'd never looked at anyone the way he was looking at Lyda now.
She knew Lyda saw it, because Gen was starting to learn her face, those minute shifts in features. When something moved her and she didn't necessarily want to show it, there was a tightening around her mouth, a quick glitter in her gaze, like a sudden shooting star, her reaction too bright and quick to shadow.
"On your back." Lyda's attention shifted to his cock. "You're going to have to work on getting that a bit harder, aren't you? Do it, while I'm watching you."
Noah stretched out at Lyda's command, one hand curled around his thick shaft. He stroked and squeezed, thumbed his slit, teased his corona. He knew his body well, and it responded to that and Lyda's attention, his buttocks tightening against the carpet as he pushed his cock deeper into his grip. As his gaze moved hungrily over his Mistress's naked form, standing over him, he slid his other hand over the carpet, stopping at the side of her foot. She glanced down at it, then shifted her gaze back to him. Whatever he saw gave him the latitude to move his hand over her foot, curl around the top of it.
"It's nice having him working for me," Lyda said casually. "I can role play sexual harassment scenarios all day. Though I need to have Brendan give him drama lessons. He doesn't do self-righteous helpless indignation." Her lips quirked.
It took Gen a moment to catch up, realize Lyda was talking to her. The two of them had her mesmerized. "Look at that cock," Lyda purred. "Getting nice and hard for me."
She straddled him, going gracefully to her knees. Moving his hand out of the way with an imperious nudge, she wrapped her own around his jutting cock.
"Hands above your head, Noah. I'm in charge here."
Lyda sank to the hilt upon him smoothly, showing how well their bodies knew one another. She let out a little hum at the sensation, her thighs tightening around his hips, ass flattening against the tops of his thighs as she bore down, took him as deep as she could. Noah's face went rigid with pleasure and concentration, his knuckles pushing into the carpet. Gen's pussy gave an unmistakable twinge of longing.
The clock began to chime. "I'm yours, Mistress." It was a soft plea. When Lyda looked her way, Gen hoped she saw that she meant it. Maybe not just in the heat of a session like this, but other times as well. She'd gotten into a cage for her. Jesus.
Lyda extended a hand. "Come here, rabbit. Bring that footstool by my bed."
Noah reflected avid pleasure at the command. They were good at that. Gen never felt forgotten or ignored, even when Lyda was spinning things up between her and Noah specifically. Like a three-member cast. They might have different timing for entering or exiting the scene, but all three were still part of the play.
When she brought her the carved wooden stool, Lyda put it down, showing her that it was wide enough to bracket Noah's lower chest, right in front of Lyda's knees, and tall enough it cleared him by a mere couple of inches. The implication made Gen swallow on a dry throat, particularly when Lyda gripped Gen's hand with a fierceness that conveyed the arousal Lyda was experiencing, impaled on Noah. "Watch," Lyda said.
She must have tightened her internal muscles, because a groan slipped from his lips. Lyda rose on her knees, his cock sliding slowly from her cunt. Gen looked at that joining point, fascinated as Lyda reached the head, then reversed, coming back down just as slow, using a palm braced on the stool to control her descent. Noah's hips jerked, his whole body contracting in a mouthwatering way to stay still.
Lyda did it again, her gaze fastened on his face. Gen watched them both, a
ching. She squeezed Lyda's hand in unspoken need.
"I think she wants to play too," Lyda said, breathless. "Come here, Gen."
She guided Gen to straddle Noah, Gen facing Lyda. Bringing her down on the stool in front of her, Lyda cupped Gen's ass in both hands and directed Gen's legs over her own. Then she had Gen slide forward so her pussy came flush against Lyda's lower abdomen, her inner thighs against Lyda's sides, her heels pressed to the outside of Noah's legs. They were close enough Lyda's breasts dragged a teasing course up Gen's stomach, then pressed into her own bosom. Anything Gen might say was caught in a gasp.
