by TJ Dallas
“Now take Harry’s clothes off,” Zoe said, and it was my turn to smile.
Harry remained motionless as I stood up. She regarded me carefully, her breath controlled as I stood inches from her, slowly unbuttoning her shirt while I fixated on her bottom lip. It was swollen and wet, and I leaned forward to put it between my teeth.
“Don’t you dare, Lara,” Zoe growled.
My stomach knotted, and I groaned. But the lip was right there. Come on, Zoe. I swallowed hard, forcing my evident sexual frustration down. I finished unbuttoning the shirt, dragging it back over Harry’s strong shoulders and down her arms. I let it drop behind her as I unclipped her bra, releasing her breasts. Her nipples were hard, and I swallowed again, the lip long forgotten.
Harry tilted her head as I stood before her, admiring her smooth, muscular abdomen. The corner of her lip pulled up. “Is that acceptable, Zoe?” she echoed.
Zoe grinned. “Nope.”
I undid the buttons on her jeans and knelt to pull everything to the floor. She stepped out, gorgeously bare, and I ran a hand up the inside of her thigh before I could stop myself.
“Lara, you’re on your second warning,” Zoe said, and I whipped my hand away. I didn’t want to find out what happened if I got to three.
Have some restraint, pet, for fuck’s sake, Harry muttered.
I’m trying.
Try harder.
I nodded, awaiting Zoe’s next command.
“Straddle her mouth.”
I looked around, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Harry was smirking again, licking her bottom lip. Zoe winked as Harry lay back, and I dropped to my knees.
“Not you.”
I whirled around at the same time as Harry. My eyes widened, and my pussy flooded. Say that again, Zoe.
“Harry, I want you to straddle Lara’s mouth. She will lick you, taste you, and fuck you until you come on her tongue, do you understand?”
Zoe, I fucking love you. I fell even harder for her in that moment, and it took the breath from my lungs. I was going to marry that woman.
Harry hadn’t moved. I’d wanted to taste her pussy and force an orgasm from her for the past two years, and this was my chance. I stared her down, the corner of my lip rising in a wicked grin.
She broke the silence. “One down, Zoe.”
“I know.”
Harry bowed her head, and I lay back against the floor. As if in slow motion, Harry’s taut thighs moved to either side of my head, and I caught her intoxicating scent. I moaned low in my throat, my chest constricting. Her pussy was so close now, her folds already wet, and I yearned to be in her centre. For several long seconds, I just breathed. My heart was pounding in my chest.
I reached forward, and then a drop of her arousal fell onto my tongue. My chest tightened again, at the same time a flash-flood of adrenaline surged through me, soaking my inner thighs.
Harry remained upright, watching me between her knees. She looked into my eyes and quested towards me, only this time, she didn’t search for a feeling. She forced a wave of confidence through me, and I growled.
Come on, then. Let’s see what you’ve got, she challenged.
I hadn’t noticed my hand moving before I pushed three fingers deep inside her, and her hips bucked. I grabbed her clit between my lips and tugged, sucking hard before flattening my tongue and pushing up against her. The groan from her throat took her by surprise, and I was already fucking her harder before she’d taken another breath.
Her desire coated my hand as my fingertips pounded against that magical spot in her core. I longed to be even deeper, manoeuvring around her inner walls to feel as much of her as possible. I didn’t know if I’d get this chance again, so I would make the most of it.
Flicking my tongue over her clit, my pussy soaked as she whimpered, falling forward onto her forearms. It allowed me more access and a better angle to fuck her, and I felt another wave of adrenaline firing through my chest at the erotic sounds escaping from her throat. They were sounds I knew I’d never forget, and the scent and taste of her made me light-headed.
“Faster,” Zoe whispered. I heard the arousal in her voice as she observed us. I assumed she had a hand down the front of her jeans.
Harry groaned again, louder now, before she emitted a higher-pitched, more feminine moan. I knew she was close. I’d learned that women don’t make that noise unless they’re about to go over the edge.
She drove her hips back against my hand, matching each of my thrusts. I don’t know how, but I pounded even faster, her G-spot tensing, and her clit swelling on my tongue. I felt her wetness on my chin, sliding down my throat. She went silent, and my insides clenched.
“Fuck!” She came hard, sweat running down the side of her face as she rocked her hips over my mouth and squeezed her eyes shut. I groaned, the sight of her enough to make my pussy ache.
I kept thrusting inside her, flicking her clit and savouring every noise she made. I knew I wouldn’t be able to look her in the eyes again without remembering this moment, her orgasm on my tongue and my fingers inside her. I held fast, forcing as much of that climax and as many moans from her as I could.
She slowed, shuddering to a stop and taking a deep breath. I hadn’t yet removed my fingers, and I still nursed her clit between my lips, sucking gently.
Easy, pet, she thought, panting. You don’t want another warning.
I’d take it, if it meant I could do that again.
I doubt you’ll ever get to fuck me again unless your soon-to-be wife permits it, so you better keep her sweet.
I groaned, reluctantly releasing my hold as Harry lifted her knee and rolled to one side. I sighed.
“Don’t be so melodramatic.” Zoe chuckled. “I’ll think about letting you do that again, as long as you obey my every command from now on. Agreed?”
I nodded. I’d never forget the taste I had on my tongue, and Harry knew it. She sat next to me, resting her arm on her knee, her erratic breathing starting to slow. I caught her gaze, her different coloured eyes rendering me numb, paralysed, and craving her touch.
“Get on top of Harry,” Zoe said.
Harry lay back against the floor, her dark hair a mess against the grey stone as I pushed myself up. Harry’s finger curled in a subtle come-hither motion, and somehow, that was enough to send another wave of arousal through me.
I crawled across and straddled her waist. Looking down her body, the familiar lump caught in my throat at the sight of her velvety skin, each muscle tense and each contour of her tight torso clear. She deviously bucked her hips; a minuscule movement, unnoticed by Zoe, that caused pure adrenaline to fire straight through me. I looked down at the powerful hunger in her eyes.
“Suck her nipples,” Zoe demanded.
Yes, ma’am. I bent forward, my mouth clamping around Harry’s breast, and sucked, flicking my tongue as Harry arched her back.
“I know this next command will be difficult for you, but you will do it, do you understand?”
My insides clenched again, speculating what Zoe had in mind. I struggled to agree, my lips still surrounding Harry’s nipple, which had hardened between my teeth.
“You will resist Harry’s attempts to fuck you.”
What?
You heard her, pet. Harry’s eyes flashed wickedly.
I d-don’t know if I can do that.
You have to obey every command. She’s testing you; you know that, right?
I nodded.
Start walking away. I’ll give you a head start. She winked, and I could see the thrill of the chase in her expression.
I groaned as I released her nipple and pushed myself from the floor.
Zoe nodded as I walked past her towards the bar, intent on pouring myself a stiff drink. Perhaps I’ll pour myself one of those sixty-year-old Macallans with the thirty-thousand-pound
price tag. I wondered if that would piss Harry off, and inexplicably my heart started beating faster. The prospect of an angry fuck with her turned me inside out.
I had only just reached the entrance to the bar when Harry grabbed my wrist and yanked me backward. I hadn’t even heard her approach, and I was startled, jerking my arm from her grasp.
I shuffled backward as she came towards me, and I had to tilt my head back to look at her. She kept a few inches between us, but I was forced to stop as the bar halted my retreat. She planted both hands on the edge, hovering over me, and then leaned forward to capture my lips in a kiss.
For a heartbeat, I allowed it, before remembering my task. I pressed the heel of my hands into her shoulders and shoved her backward. I ducked under her arm, beginning my retreat again. My pulse raced, my breath getting deeper, sweat forming on my brow.
She grinned as I examined her every move. She could move exceptionally fast if she chose to, but so far, nothing she was doing suggested she was trying. My eyes flickered towards her biceps.
Her eyebrow arched, and before I knew it, she’d forced me against a wall, pinning my arms above my head. I didn’t stand a chance of beating her strength, and I didn’t want to, but I had to put on a show for Zoe. I squirmed, my muscles burning as I fought to free myself. I grimaced. God, she’s so strong.
I lifted a foot and placed it on Harry’s hip, trying to create more distance between us. She leaned forward for another kiss, and I jerked my head to one side, avoiding her lips. She growled, resigning to biting my earlobe.
She held my wrists with one hand, while the other moved between us. I took my chance to wriggle an arm free and grabbed her throat. The look of excitement on her face didn’t go unnoticed, and I squeezed harder until her grip loosened.
I pulled my other arm free and released her throat, feeling guilty about the red marks I’d left on her skin, but the guilt disappeared as fast as it had arose when she winked. I pulled oxygen deep into my lungs, trying to ignore the warmth spreading throughout my centre, the wetness on my inner thighs, and the beating of my heart, thumping painfully in my chest.
I caught Zoe watching us, and I wondered how long this torment would go on. I wanted Harry to use her full strength, giving me no choice while she pounded inside me, my pussy clenching around her fingers.
In that moment, I realised what Zoe had done. The thought of Harry pinning me down, rendering me helpless, and taking full control of my body, was something I’d fantasised about for years. The only way I’d experience that was if I put up a fight. How did everyone know me better than I knew myself? I set my jaw.
I ducked under Harry’s arm again and started to walk away, but she snagged a fistful of my hair. I hissed, holding her wrist to stop her from pulling too hard, but secretly wishing she’d pull harder.
“Ready to submit?” she growled.
“Are you ready to fuck me? Stop tiptoeing around, and either do it or don’t.”
She leaned down and bit my neck, and I cried out. “Shit, that was painful.”
“Want me to kiss it better?”
“No, I’ve got better places for your mouth.”
“My mouth won’t go anywhere unless you give me a challenge.”
I wondered whether anyone had tried to resist her efforts before. Probably not; I highly doubted that anyone had said no to her, ever. She wanted someone to defy her, to ignite the fight-or-flight response, and send that powerful adrenaline through her chest. Someone who would stand their ground. I had to step it up a notch.
I elbowed her in the ribs, and she grunted, surrendering my hair. I spun around, walking backward once again, and she grinned. The real challenge had started, and she licked her lips, eyeing me up.
She suddenly lunged forward, and I moved to one side, darting around her and circling defiantly. She narrowed her eyes and watched me lap around her a few times, the tension building. My pussy flooded again.
She was a blur as she moved again, appearing behind me and wrapping her arms around my waist to hoist me from the floor. I fought to wriggle from her grasp, but she held me tight.
I kicked my legs out, trying to pull apart her hands from underneath my ribcage, but I had no leverage. She walked towards the bar and dropped me down, bending me over it with my feet dangling in mid-air. She grabbed one of my knees, forced it up onto the bar, and I grabbed the edge above my head as her fingers pushed inside me.
My pussy tightened around her as she grabbed another fistful of my hair and forced my cheek against the bar. She held me down as she pounded inside me, her slick fingertips finding the magical spot in seconds. I knew my arousal was snaking its way down her hand, but I didn’t care. She’d known how wet I’d be, and it was no surprise. My body couldn’t lie to her.
She slipped another finger inside me, and a breath caught in my throat, followed by a loud groan of desperation. “Fuck me harder.”
She tightened her fist in my hair and thrust deeper.
“I said, harder!”
“Think you can take it?” she snarled, and I almost came at the breathless need in the tone of her voice.
“Yes, I can take it, put some goddamn effort in.”
“Let’s hear it then. You know what I want.”
I forgot my name, but I couldn’t forget hers, and she forced it from my mouth. I forgot where I was, I forgot what I was supposed to be doing, and I forgot about everything except the feel of her inside me.
I screamed her name again, coming hard over her fingers as my abdomen contracted, a powerful orgasm ripping through me. My knuckles went white as I gripped the edge of the bar, trying to hold myself steady. She was unstoppable. My eyes squeezed shut, my throat hoarse. I gasped, trying to pull oxygen into my lungs. It was several minutes before I stopped writhing.
She slowed and gently removed herself from me. I immediately missed the feel of her; the weight of her against me and her hand in my hair.
She scooped me off the bar, carrying me back towards Zoe as I tried to breathe. She lowered to her knees, tenderly placing me on the floor. Zoe stood above me, and I didn’t know when she’d disposed of her jeans again. Without a word, she lowered her pussy to my mouth.
I felt Harry knee my legs apart, her tongue already on my swollen clit as my hips bucked towards her. I tasted Zoe’s wetness on my tongue, and I moaned, one hand reaching up to Zoe’s thigh, the other holding the back of Harry’s head.
I struggled to manoeuvre my tongue while Harry’s was exploring me, but Zoe didn’t seem to notice. She rocked her hips against my mouth, and it didn’t take long before she moaned.
I was right behind her, my second orgasm rocketing through my body, from my pussy to my mouth, and I screamed as the climax ripped through me at the same time Zoe’s did. She thrust against me, riding out her release while my hips bucked towards Harry’s tongue.
Eventually, we both silenced, panting hard, and everyone disconnected. Zoe rolled to one side, lying on her back with a gasp, and I covered my eyes against the light above me. Everyone was silent for several minutes as we caught our breath.
I finally heard Harry stand up and slip her clothes on. She padded across the room, and I knew she’d gone to find her cigarettes. I listened for the click of her Zippo lighter but opened my eyes when it wasn’t forthcoming.
She stood behind the bar with three glasses in front of her, pouring out a measure of that expensive Macallan whisky. “If you wanted some, you simply had to ask, pet. Ice?”
“Please,” I replied, chuckling.
She came back towards us, holding out the glasses. Harry held hers up, and we clinked them together before I took a small sip. It was delightfully dry, tasting of assorted fruits and warming spices.
“Enjoy that; they only ever produced forty bottles. Once it’s gone, it’s gone,” Harry said.
I almost choked. “It’s that rare?”
&n
bsp; Harry nodded, taking a slow sip. She licked her bottom lip, and I looked away. I couldn’t take another round, and if I stared at that bottom lip for too long, as enticing as it was, I knew where it would lead. I had to recharge.
“I bought it five years ago for eight hundred and fifty thousand pounds,” she taunted.
I did choke this time, coughing loudly. “How much?”
“It was worth it.” She took another drink and motioned towards my glass. “Consider that a thirty grand wedding present.”
I smiled again, and she caught my gaze. For several long seconds, we just looked into each other’s eyes, and my pulse accelerated.
“Stop it,” I scolded, looking away.
“Why?”
“Because you’re irresistible, and I have no willpower.”
“I know.”
I rolled my eyes. We were quiet for several minutes, savouring the whisky, until Zoe crawled towards us, moving past me to press her lips against Harry’s. I inhaled as Harry kissed her back, slipping her tongue inside and bringing a hand up to rest on the back of Zoe’s head.
One day, I’ll watch Harry fucking Zoe. Or Zoe fucking Harry. Or them fucking each other. Or me fucking Harry, while Harry fucks Zoe. My thoughts started spiralling, and I struggled to rein them in, mesmerised by them both.
It was only afterwards, when Zoe and I were lying in bed and I looked at the ceiling, that I remembered. What had been the second instruction?
Now that would be telling, pet.
5
Lara
The next month flew by quicker than I’d expected. I spent most of the time with my head submerged in various wedding magazines, organising the ceremony, putting together favours, writing invitations, and selecting colour schemes. We’d chosen not to wait; it had been two months since Zoe had proposed, and I’d already waited too long to call her my wife.
We’d pondered for ages, eventually agreeing to keep the colour scheme bright and neutral, with tiny bursts of colour. We hadn’t been able to decide on a single colour, though, so Harry had interrupted our thoughts, urging every colour of the rainbow on us. Not in a get-lost-in-a-paint-store kind of way, she’d advised, but little bursts, just enough to break the monotony.
