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She’d wind up back in the chair. Maybe I’d make her sit there for another day. Maybe I’d starve her. I supposed some might consider this vindictive, but I didn’t give a shit. She’d spoken down to Taylor, made Taylor feel uncomfortable, and that was a sin I simply could not forgive.
All fight vanished from her, and Hailee’s lips curled into an outright pout. She didn’t say a word to me, not even as I worked on undoing the straps around her wrists. Once she was free, I stepped aside.
Hailee wanted to kill me. Of course, when someone like her wanted to kill someone else, the logistics of the violence were never really figured out; everyone wanted to kill someone at one point or another. It was an emotion that was human. What separated me and the others in the Guild was the fact that we were strong enough, cold enough, to go through with it. We could turn our emotions off if we had to, in order to get the job done. Not everyone could do something like that.
She didn’t try to run, nor did she say a single word as she shuffled over to the bed. Taylor had opened her eyes, propped herself up somewhat, staring at me with a questioning look. As Hailee crawled onto the bed and situated herself between Taylor’s spread legs, I sat on the bed near Taylor’s head, reaching a hand toward her face and smoothing down her hair.
I could read Taylor like a book. She wasn’t expecting this, and she didn’t quite know why I was doing it, why I was making Hailee clean her up.
Part of the lesson. Had to make sure it was a lesson Hailee never forgot, and cleaning up the girl she evidently looked down on, cleaning the girl who she thought she was better than, was definitely something that would stick.
I didn’t get up. I stayed beside Taylor, a hand on her hair, as Hailee began her work. My eyes raked along Taylor’s body, taking it in, all of its naked, sweaty glory before falling to Hailee between her thighs.
Hailee wasn’t stupid, even if she acted like it sometimes. She knew I didn’t mean for her to clean Taylor up with her hands. No, there was only one way to clean her up, and that was with her tongue. She’d lick my cum off Taylor’s thighs, off her clit, and out of her pussy. It’d be the last time she ever tasted my cum on that tongue, and it’d come with the added taste of Taylor’s sweat and her slick arousal.
I saw that tongue of hers slip out from between her lips, and I knew the exact moment she touched Taylor’s thigh with it, because Taylor shivered. Her entire body trembled a bit, and I told her, “Just close your eyes.” That might make it easier for her. Maybe Taylor feared Hailee would try to do something down there, but she wouldn’t; not while I was here, overseeing.
Hailee licked up the cum on Taylor’s thighs, and she shot a glare my way before moving her face in front of Taylor’s clit. If looks could kill… but they could not, so she got back to work. She lowered her mouth to her clit, and Taylor let out a breathy sigh.
Taylor’s head rolled toward me, her eyes opened in slits. Her breathing hitched, and I could tell she was fighting it. She was so turned on, so aroused by our previous fucking, I really couldn’t blame her for it.
I’d never let any man get between those legs, but this was different. This was a lesson for Hailee—and it just so happened that Hailee was a woman. A woman who was very good with her tongue.
So, as I gazed down at Taylor, as Hailee continued to clean her up, I gave her a tiny nod. I didn’t have to say a word. Through her sex-filled haze, Taylor knew precisely what I meant by it.
Taylor’s eyes closed once more, and her hips began to rock against Hailee’s face. I could only imagine what she was doing down there with her tongue, but with Taylor’s thighs tighter around her head, there was no pulling back right now.
Hailee’s mouth must’ve dipped lower, licking along her slick folds and landing at her pussy, because Taylor let out a muffled cry, a telltale sound if I ever heard one. I’d say my girl was close to orgasming again.
I had to fight with myself once I realized it. The jealous part of me wanted all of her orgasms to myself, but I supposed, just this once, I could sit back and let her have one with someone else. That someone was only between her legs because of me, let’s not forget.
One. Just one, while Hailee cleaned her up good for me, and then I’d drag Hailee out of the room, down the hall, and throw her out of our lives forever.
Another sound came from Taylor’s throat, a sharp inhalation of air. With one hand on the top of her head, I moved my other to her left tit, pinching the nipple and drawing out another moan from her. She still ground on Hailee’s face, only with more gusto now, like she was less afraid of chasing her own pleasure while I used her to make a point. I could tell she was close, the movements of her hips jerky and uneven.
Hailee tried to withdraw her face from Taylor right then, as if she was finished cleaning her up—and maybe was, but with how close Taylor was to coming, and the fact that pulling away from her was Hailee trying to regain control of the situation, I wouldn’t let it slide. I let go of Taylor’s nipple, moving to grip the back of Hailee’s head, my fingers curling through her hair in a grip that must’ve been uncomfortable.
“No,” I whispered. “You’ll stay there until Taylor’s done.”
With my hand on the back of Hailee’s head, she had nowhere to go. Maybe she figured she’d get out of here faster if Taylor came quicker, but she stopped trying to pull away, and I’d bet anything she resumed using her tongue—mostly because Taylor gasped and moaned again.
My eyes were on Taylor, on the way her tits rose and fell, on the way her hips ground on Hailee’s face. My ears heard nothing but the sound of carnal pleasure slipping past Taylor’s lips. My cock, even with the workout it had gotten already, twitched in my pants at the sight of her about to come again.
I supposed, the warring jealousy inside aside, it was kind of sexy to watch Taylor use another woman like this. I’d probably get more into it if it wasn’t Hailee between her legs.
“Oh, fuck.” The words left Taylor in a rush, her expression twisting into one she wore when she came. Her body spasmed as the orgasm hit her, a strangled cry of pleasure coming from her throat. The grinding of her hips on Hailee’s face slowed to a halt, and her thighs loosened around her blond head. She relaxed, appearing so suddenly tired, she could sleep right there.
Hmm. I think, after I kicked Hailee out, we might have to fuck one more time. The cock in my pants just didn’t know when to quit, and it refused to quit after watching that.
I let go of Hailee’s head, getting to my feet beside the bed as Hailee did the same. I didn’t let her say a word; I took her by the arm and pulled her along. Out of the bedroom, away from Taylor, through the hall. She didn’t resist, didn’t fight me, nor did she ask to use my bathroom—her chin was a little wet after going down on Taylor.
It was when we stood before the door that I spoke, my voice as deadly as it had ever been, “If I see you here again, if I hear that you’re bothering Taylor or even the fucking guards… I won’t give you the chance to bother us again.” I opened the door and pushed her out. “Do you understand what I’m saying, Hailee?”
She straightened herself out, her jaw grinding as she spun to glare at me. Still, glare as she might, it had a lot less gusto behind it. I wouldn’t say I broke her, but she definitely got the point. “Yeah, I get it,” she muttered, unhappy, and then she walked away.
And as she walked away, she licked her middle finger and held it up for me, flicking me off as she went.
I didn’t linger on it; I didn’t give a shit if she flicked me off. I shut the door, locked it back up, and returned to my room, where Taylor waited for me, where I was ready to go for another round. I could not tear off my clothes quickly enough, and when I lunged onto the bed, pinning Taylor down once again, I knew this was it.
