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“Fuck yeah,” Tyler growled, then bit my neck hard enough to sting. “Like that, just like that. Feel it all, every bit of pleasure.”
I cried out, unable to stop myself as I tried to move, but he pinned me in place.
“Please,” I cried out, my pussy so sensitive and hurting as Alora continued to lick. “Too much.”
“Take it,” Tyler growled. “You will lie there and take it because I told you to.”
“No!” my scream cut off as he slammed his hand over my mouth, freeing my eyes.
I kept them closed tight, my confused body shifting between pain and pleasure, the orgasm rushing down on me threatening to burn me alive from the inside out.
With some of my air cut off, I grew a little lightheaded but that seemed to only make my climax all the more intense. Bright white lights flashed behind my eyes, and I heaved beneath Tyler’s restraining hand. Alora bit my clit with her sharp little teeth, and I swear I blacked out for a moment.
Bliss.
I floated in darkness, my whole body humming like I just had the world’s best deep massage. Everything tingled from my scalp down to my toes, and I joyously floated in subspace. It had been awhile since I’d been able to go this deep, but I returned to the gorgeous darkness like an old friend coming home. Dimly I knew Alora and Tyler were talking, and they moved me around a little, but I was their limp doll, broken by their play in the most wonderful way.
When I came to, Tyler was on one side, big, strong, protective and delicious. Alora on the other, soft, cuddly, and equally delicious, but in a totally different way. I relaxed between them, enjoying the hell out of not only Tyler’s heated affection, but also Alora’s more friendly vibes. It’s hard to explain, but when you get involved in BDSM, you become good at reading…or somehow feeling people’s emotions. It sounded crazy when I’d tried to explain it to Shyla once, but after a scene, I always feel like the walls between myself and my partners are down, and I get a good sense for who they really are and how we really connect.
Alora would be a good friend someday, I just knew it. There was some invisible click of friendship that made me feel like I’d known her forever. I would definitely love to play with her again in the future. It was clear she wasn’t sexually interested in Tyler, only me, but that they were also friends and got along. That made my insecure side, and my need for people to get along side, happy. I had a lot of sides, and most of them were pretty messed up.
With the ‘show’ over, people drifted away, and I soon found myself limp with relaxed pleasure as Tyler and Alora petted me. With my back to Tyler, I couldn’t reach much of him, but I did make sure to stay pressed as close to him as possible. In my current mood, I wanted to wear him as a jacket. With a stretch, Alora slowly sat up and my stroking hands fell to her lush thighs. Even as blissed out as I was, I gave them a good squeeze because she was just so wonderfully squishable.
“Time to go, my lovely kitten,” a woman said in a soft voice from somewhere to my right.
I looked up to find an elegant redhead woman wearing what looked to be a teal Victorian frock of some kind. She smiled kindly down at us. Her hair was done up in an elaborate mass of curls that would have also fit the Victorian era, but the ice blue latex corset she wore cinched around her tiny waist kind of ruined the effect. It matched her ice blue latex mask that made her dark brown eyes appear almost black. There was something stylish and ladylike about how she held herself, some inner grace that shone through as she smiled indulgently at Alora then turned her sharp eyes on myself and Tyler, still cuddled together.
“Thank you for keeping any eye on my Alora, Skyler,” the woman said as she reached out a gloved hand to Alora, who rubbed her face against it with a feline, loud purr. “I’m afraid she finds High Tea with my fellow librarians to be most boring. I always spend so much time fussing after her that I never get to enjoy my tea. She’s such a spoiled kitten. The only place she behaves when I’m not around is the Playhouse. I think she’s afraid of scaring the littles with her usual cattitude.”
Alora made a little disgruntled mewl, then gave Tyler and me a wide eyed, innocent look that had us both laughing.
Sitting up a little, but still keeping me pressed to his body, Tyler said, “You’re most welcome Lady Storm. Alora was perfectly behaved tonight, and she helped me welcome my princess, Isabella, to her first night at Club Wicked.”
