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She’s into this. She likes being talked about like an object. It is a kink I understand, because I like that sort of thing too. And being tied up?Ja.That is nice, as well.
Rev is starting a scene, and we are all part of it.
It has been a long time since I have been involved with BDSM. I never got deep into it, like some of my friends in the wrestling world, but I remember the rules. I like following rules. Especially when the leader is worth following. I am not cut out to dominate, but I can serve. I can submit. And I can appreciate all Rev is doing to make this happen tonight.
He has bound her for her own enjoyment, but his possessive hold on her suggests he will never allow her to feel alone or afraid. Furthermore, he is the only one speaking to her. When he addresses us, he speaks of her as if she is a doll we all get to play with. This is designed to arouse her, as well. To make her feel like an object of desire. I enjoy being spoken about in that way, so I understand the effect it can have. But Rev’s gentleness will ensure she only feels as much like an object as she wishes to.
This is a game in which I very much want to participate. I am eager to follow our leader and worship our Heart in this way. Especially not knowing what tomorrow holds.
I lean forward in my seat. “I want her breasts,” I say, unashamed, hoping Rev will reward my boldness and allow me to do as I please.
He breaks his kiss with Cora and points a double-barrel gun-hand at me. “Atta boy, Shep. Come on over and get ’em.” He resumes kissing her. Deeply.
Cora sighs with pleasure. Inside her jeans, Rev’s hand is moving.
“I get her pussy,” Doc says, raising his hand like a schoolboy. “I wanna eat it.”
Rev’s gun-hand points at Doc while I leave my chair to stand before our goddess. “You got it. But you’ll have to wait. Let’s give Shep a chance to get her nice and wet for your mouth.” To me, he says, “You’re gonna tease those nipples ’til they glow like Christmas lights.”
“Ja,” I readily agree. “I will do this. I want to suck on them until she feels her pulse there.”
A faint moan is Cora’s response.
I place my hands on her waist, and I brush a kiss over her collar bone, where her crooked shirt has exposed creamy skin.
“I want her mouth,” Brawn says. “When you’re done kissing her, I wanna fuck it.”
“I want her ass.” This comes from Scrap. The room goes still. Cora breaks Rev’s kiss and stares at him, agape. “I wanna take her there,” he says with quiet confidence.
“I—I’ve never done that,” Cora says, eyes wide.
“No one’s better at it than Scrap,” Rev says, voice tender, head bent to her. “You can trust me on that.” He grins and nuzzles Cora’s neck. “Trust me, baby girl. You’re gonna love it. And if you don’t, there’s always ‘red light.’”
That must be her safe word. I will listen carefully, and if I hear it pass her lips, I will make sure everyone stops what they are doing.
“Fuuuuck,”Doc groans. He digs the heel of his palm against his erection. “Hurry up, Shep. Let’s get this show started,” but I won’t be rushed.
“I will not hurry,” I say, calm and focused on my goal: the two pretty mounds before me. “You will wait until I have her sopping wet for your mouth.” I am not a dominant, but I have no problem asserting boundaries.
A rolling chuckle comes from Rev’s throat while he continues thrusting his tongue into Cora’s willing mouth. She moans again, and again, her hips jerk, even though Rev is not stroking her anymore. His hand merely rests inside her jeans.
The lace before me is ivory and delicate, but it is nowhere near as beautiful as Cora’s breasts when they are bare. So, I bare them. Gently, as if I am working with fragile pastry dough, I peel the lace down until her pink-tan nipples are exposed, then further until her slight mounds sit like overfilled cups of pudding atop the shelf of fabric.
“Mmmmm.”It is my turn to moan. My mouth is watering. But first, I make circles over those hard tips with my open palms. It is a window-washing motion, and it pleases me to feel the warm nubs catch with friction and bend this way and that.
While I do so, I watch Cora carefully. If she doesn’t like it, I will change my approach.
But when she cants her hips toward me and moans into Rev’s mouth, I know she enjoys the caress. I am enjoying it, too. But I want even more. I squeeze and rub, and I explore this somewhat familiar territory until it feels like a hiking trail I have traveled often. I pinch at her nipples with curious, gentle fingers, and she arches further, thrusting her breasts at me.
Rev is kissing her neck now, and he’s whispering dirty things in her ear. They are just for her, but I hear them, and I feel included.
“Fuckingbeautiful,baby girl.”
“You’re making Daddy so hard.”
“Is Shep making those titties feel good?”
“I bet you can’t wait to feel his mouth on you there.”
