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Miles knew he was being overly careful, but part of being a good Dom was preparation, even if most of it went unneeded.
Penny moved to kneel beside Ivy, awaiting her Dom’s orders. They didn’t share their Subs, they didn’t swap partners or play outside their own dynamic. Even when Ivy went to events with them before she was with Miles, Devon would find her a Dom or Domme he trusted, and still kept an eye on her. Most people thought the lifestyle was all about sex, but most scenes she’d consented to would never go that far. She was content to engage in impact play or bondage, without having to explore further realms. There were as many ways to be part of the lifestyle, as many ways to do it, as there were colours in the world.
“Penny, since you and Ivy feed on each other’s energy, we’ve come up with a very special treat for the two of you. Penny, you’ll be over my lap.” Devon stated, pulling the spanking chair from the edge of the room. It was a custom-made piece that Miles had found someone to make. It was a wide, straight-back chair, which allowed the Dom to sit, and the Sub to lie across his knee at a comfortable angle. And of course, there were bondage points, should they be needed. There could never be enough bondage points on anything, if you asked Miles.
“Ivy, you will be on the Sybian. You’re not allowed to come until Penny has. If you come, Penny gets spanked. But as long as you fight the urge, she’ll be pleasured,” Miles advised, a smile tugging his lips as he watched her expression.
“One more thing. Penny’s punishments will become harder each time.” Devon smiled at Miles, knowing the two women would find this as enjoyable as frustrating.
“Oh,” Miles added as if it was an afterthought, “Ivy, you’re not allowed off the Sybian until Penny comes.”
Both women sat straight, perfectly posed, hiding their arousal as best they could. And clearly fighting the effort it took not to look at each other.
Devon took his place on the chair, tapping his leg. Responding to her Dom, Penny moved, standing gracefully with poise despite her hands still being bound to the harness.
As Penny made her way to Devon, Miles approached Ivy, offering her a hand to stand. A gentlemanly gesture, one he also used to gauge her frame of mind. She was cool to touch, which normally meant she was anxious, but there were no signs of tremors.
“You have your safe word if you need it, and so does Penny,” he reminded her. She gave an almost imperceivable nod before following him to the machine.
He made her watch as he applied a healthy amount of lube before he got her situated on her knees, with her weight on the machine before he pulled her hands behind her back, hooking them together before securing her arms with belts and binding her thighs to her ankles with a tight tether, ensuring she couldn’t get up.
Miles looked at Ivy, bound, helpless, and at his service. Seeing a beautiful woman in this position did something to him he couldn’t put into words. He wanted her, wanted to feel her cool skin beneath his fingertips, reward her for being his good girl.
“Now, be a good girl, and hold this.” He pulled the flogger he’d used earlier off the table, and offered her the handle like a bit gag. “If you drop it, I use it on you.” He watched as she squirmed. Nothing sped an orgasm for Ivy like a little impact play. It was another of the reasons she’d get a perfect view of Penny across Devon’s lap.
Ivy swallowed, her chest heaving as Miles lifted the controller from the table and nodded to Devon.
The silence was replaced by the hum of the machine and within seconds he saw Ivy tense, concentration on her features as she rocked against the vibrations, eyes fixed on Penny as Devon delivered slow, unhurried pleasure to her.
“Good girl,” Miles encouraged, his gaze now solely fixed on Ivy. She rocked her hips, moaning against the sensations, gasping at the intense vibrations. The shiver he watched pass through her brought deep satisfaction that started way down in his core. There was nothing as satisfying as watching Ivy come, watching her get lost in rapture or the promise of pleasure.
Eyes squeezed closed, her head tossed side to side, fighting back the overwhelming urge. Drool escaped the sides of the flogger as she bit down on it, concentrating hard. “Eyes open,” Miles commanded, denying her the opportunity to ease the scene. She needed to watch, needed to see exactly what Devon was doing to her friend.
Her moans became more desperate, heated as the tensing of her muscles became apparent through the skin-tight clothes. Through the large mirror, Miles could see Devon teasing Penny with soft and gentle touches, his fingers barely brushing her clit until she was begging for more, begging him to touch her harder. His deep voice whispered patience, stirring another moan.
Ivy let out a cry, the flogger clattering to the floor as she fought back the building sensations. It was in his hand in a second.
Ivy whined, her teeth biting down on her lip as she panted the words ‘I can’t,’ and ‘no more.’ Her begging was so pretty, so fulfilling. She cried out as Miles brought the flogger down. One strike was all it took. Her head dropped back, eyes rolled towards the ceiling while her muscles tensed as she screamed her release with an apology.
But the machine didn’t ease, the vibrations didn’t die, leaving her to fight the waves of sensitivity. With them almost under control, her eyes snapped to Devon, who grinned, bringing his hand down on Penny’s ass. She gasped in surprise as his hand landed sharply with a stinging pain, marking her pale skin. Ivy’s eyes were glued in place, her hips grinding against the Sybian as she watched Penny’s punishment, need shining in her eyes as Penny cried out, her ass wiggling as she fought against the restraints.
There was so much need in Ivy’s blue eyes, too much for her to last much longer, not now she’d already come. From here it would only get more interesting.
Devon’s hand stilled as Penny reached the agreed count, his fingers returning between her legs.
Penny begged.
Ivy begged.
The two locked in a battle with each other, Ivy to hold back the building tides, and Penny fighting for the release she was being denied.
“OhGod-ohGod-ohGod,” Ivy cried, stiffening. “Please.” Her voice rose sharply, words fading into obscurity as she grew rigid once more, incoherent sounds leaving her lips as the sound of thunder filled the room in response to the crackling explosion of Ivy’s pleasure, as Devon’s hand came down on Penny’s ass again.
Miles exchanged a knowing glance with Devon, who returned to stroking, this time with a little more pressure, causing Penny to squirm and beg as much as Ivy.
There really was nothing that could compare to a Submissive.
CHAPTER THREE
