by Joey W. Hill
Had they realized it was better to have them blindfolded, particularly her, so she wasn’t discomfited and preoccupied by the knowledge that it was her sister in the room? So far, it seemed to be working.
As Cass’s fingers tightened on Marcie, she took a steadying breath. Lucas’s fantasy had truly begun.
Part Five
Ben shifted into position behind Marcie, putting his hands on her trim waist. He’d chosen a pair of frilly panties for her to wear, where the crotch was provocatively laced in a center line from clitoris to her rear entry. It gave her Master the pleasure of loosening the laces over her cunt to turn it into a crotchless garment, or opening the back when he wanted to fuck her ass, all while keeping all those little frills in place to brush one’s testicles and the base of the cock. Reminders of the girly, pretty nature of his feisty sub.
Lucas would enjoy the way those laces created friction over her pussy as he teased her with his mouth outside of them. Or poked his tongue through the crisscrossed ribbons for provocative little touches against flesh. When the right time came and he wanted full access, he’d ask Ben to open the laces. It would reinforce who had primary claim on each woman, as well as heighten those women’s arousal, to hear such matter-of-fact directions discussed before them.
For now, though, Ben just enjoyed the hell out of the view. Cass, all that glory of white-gold hair piled up above her slim neck, her beautiful naked breasts held up by the underwiring of the waist cincher. Her cheeks below the snug fit of the dark mask were tinged with color, her lips parted as Lucas drew the garment tighter, emphasizing the mouthwatering curves above and below. Her hands constricted on Marcie’s forearms, making the women sway with the effect.
Marcie’s delicate back was within tasting distance and he didn’t deny himself, sweeping her thick hair aside to kiss her shoulder blades, her collar bone. He set his teeth there, digging in to feel her draw in a breath, one that caught as he cupped her breasts, fingering the already taut, pierced nipples. She tried to keep her sister steady while submitting to her Master, a struggle that caused an arrow of reaction straight down his torso and into his testicles and restive cock.
He hadn’t been sure how this would play out for him, since this was Lucas’s fantasy, but that wasn’t going to be a problem. He was more concerned about Cass. From what she’d said and done in the tub, he knew she did want to do this, but he and Lucas knew she had a few hurdles. She was likely wondering how this would work for her. Would she get too uptight about being near her sister?
Then he saw Cass’s head tilt, a gesture that told him she’d registered he was playing with Marcie. As she pressed her lips together and swallowed, her skin flushed a little. Signs of sexual excitement. He thought she was probably imagining how Marcie was being touched, and craving to be touched in the same way. Ben gave Lucas credit for coming up with blindfolding the women as the initial way to move Cass past self-consciousness and negative distraction. And Marcie from getting too caught up in worrying about her sister’s state of mind.
When Marcie started to drop her head back on his shoulder in reaction to what he was doing, it confirmed the direction of his thoughts and made him bite back a smile. Though he loved it when she leaned against him, she had other responsibilities right now. He pinched her nipple, tugging on its piercing. “Help your sister. Shameless slut.”
Then—because he was a sadist—he made it even more difficult for her to comply. Wetting his fingers, he put them between her buttocks to play along her rim, savoring the shiver of reaction along her lovely back.
Cass expelled another breath and Lucas tied off the laces, smoothing his hands along her hourglass figure. He’d tied her even tighter than usual, a tactic Ben knew was designed to pull her further out of her headspace. It appeared to be working. Gripping her wrists, Lucas brought them up and locked her bracelet cuffs together. Then he had her lace her fingers against the back of her head, which did mouthwatering things to her heavy breasts as her back arched. Ben guided Marcie to do the same. She wasn’t wearing her own cuffs tonight. He’d chosen to put her only in the panties and his stainless-steel collar. The band around her slim throat had three forget-me-nots etched in the front and an Always Yours inscription on the inside.
Despite the lack of cuffs, he wasn’t worried about her hands staying where he put them, laced against the back of her head. She could misbehave, but for the moment she’d be on her best behavior. Mostly.
Lucas slid his arms under Cass’s arms from behind and cupped her breasts, fondling the accentuated curves. “You’re beautiful,” Lucas told his sub. “You both are. Ben is doing what I’m doing. Two mirror images. He’s fondling Marcie’s breasts, and probably as hard as I am right now, thinking about how worked up the two of you are getting. Is she wet, Ben?”
Ben spoke in Marcie’s ear, knowing he was close enough Cass could hear his command resonate in the delicate shell of her own ear. “Put your fingers in your pussy, brat, and let him have a taste.”
Marcie complied under Lucas’s avid gaze. Ben wondered if he was giving his eye muscles a workout, trying to capture the reactions of two women in real time. He was no different.
When Marcie drew forth knuckles that glistened, Ben clasped her wrist and guided her hand to Lucas, over Cass’s shoulder. Lucas rested his forearm there and took over, sucking Marcie’s fingers into his mouth a mere few inches from Cass’s cheek. Her pulse was jumping in her throat as if her breath was erratic. Ben brought his now free arm back to circle Marcie’s waist as she swayed.
“That meal’s just about ready,” Lucas said, with pure male approval. “Cass, give Ben a taste of the same so he knows just how damn lucky I am.”
It wasn’t as instinctual to her as it was to Marcie, to obey Lucas without question or thought in new circumstances. Ben knew Lucas would get her there, though, and it gave him a spurt of Dom’s pleasure to watch him leading her in the direction of mindless obedience to enjoy the rewards for making that leap of faith.
Lucas unclasped Cass’s wrists from behind her head, holding onto one as he guided the other one down, down. He released her when they reached the juncture of her thighs, his fingertips resting high on the leg as Cass slid her fingers over her labia, then dipped them inside. Her body flexed as the digits were sucked in by the craving need she was feeling. He bit back a reverent oath at the sight.
“Nice and deep,” Lucas urged with glinting eyes and a near growl, showing he’d logged Ben’s reaction. “You know you like it when I push in deep, all the way.”
She caught her bottom lip in her teeth, a sweet effect, and Lucas made an approving noise. He drew her hand out himself, returning his firm grip to her wrist and helping her bring her wet fingers to Ben’s mouth. Ben increased his hold on Marcie, leaning against her back as he reached over, overlapped Lucas’s grip and licked Cass’s fingers. They were shaking.
“You’re right.” Ben said casually. “First course is almost ready.”
“Bet your ass. C’mere, baby.” Once Ben released her wrist, Lucas drew Cass away to the giant bed with its luxurious cream and gold linens that picked up the deep gold embellishments in the dark wood canopy frame. Setting his hands to her waist to lift her up on the high mattress, he eased her down to her back and directed her to stretch her arms over her head before going to work with the straps and ties they’d put in place earlier.
Her knees were bent over the end of the mattress, and Lucas added a matching but thinner set of cuffs to her ankles to make for easier attachment to the straps running from the bottom rail, binding her ankles shoulder width apart. She could brace her heels against the narrow ledge of the black footboard, but she didn’t have enough of the width she’d eventually wish for to push herself up into his mouth. She’d have to strain for that, the effort adding to the endorphin rush.
Lucas moved around the bed and pulled ties down from the headboard. He secured her wrists out to either side of her head, leaving her elbows bent. Ben wished he had a freaking camera. Cas
s tied up like that was a wet dream times ten. She’d give any man with eyes a painful hard-on, and her Master was obviously consumed by the vision of her, running his hands over her spread and tied body. His palm slid over her mound, her hip, up to her shoulder and out along her bound arm. Then across her throat, administering a firm, reminding squeeze there, followed by a brush of fingertips, a more tender touch, along her cheek. She caught two of his fingers between her parted lips, kissing him, licking him, trying to suck him in, and a heated feral look took over his expression.
Lucas’s touch glided down her sternum, over the waist cincher and back to her thigh, purposefully avoiding the seemingly most erogenous zones. Though when done right, every damn inch of a woman’s body became an erogenous zone. One of the many things that made a girl the best toy a boy could ever have, if he knew the right way to play with her.
Despite the spurt of humor, Ben knew the look on Lucas’s face, because it reflected his own. There was a point where a Master’s nature started to kick in hard. It made him want to stretch his sub’s endurance to breaking, bring her so close to that climax but hold it out of reach, until she was savage and helpless at once. The pleasure and power of it were indescribable, especially when tangled up with the fierce love he bore for her. If Lucas was like Ben, he’d probably been thinking about this all week, and the women would be no different. They’d hit the hotel lobby already primed for what they each imagined this would be, which was making the intensity level rise all the faster.
At Lucas’s nod, Ben brought Marcie to the bed and lifted her onto it next to Cass. He laid her on her back, too, but bent Marcie’s left leg over Cass’s right knee, helping Lucas wrap the straps over both limbs, thighs and shins, to hold Cass’s right and Marcie’s left legs together, crossed over one another, knees slightly bent. They each checked the angle and level of restraint to ensure the women were protected from injury if one jerked violently. They’d be mindful of one another at first, though that could change when their Masters started to break everything down. As they fully intended to do.
Fucking, bloody heaven plus a fruit basket. As Ben finished tying Marcie’s arms and other leg so she was in the same spread position as Cass, the sight the two of them made, arranged before him and Lucas like this, was incomparable. Two beautiful women, one in a pair of lacy panties and nothing else, the other in a waist cincher printed with tiny flowers. They were garments that emphasized all their cock-hardening feminine attributes. Since both of the women had their knees bent and spread, the position stretched the laces of the panties over Marcie’s cunt, pure temptation. Cass’s pussy was naked and wet with her honey, already coaxing a man to take a taste.
Lucas saw the direction of his thoughts. “Since you’re my guest at this party, seems only polite I should allow you first taste.”
Ben shook his head. “Appreciate the courtesy, but your birthday, man. I’ll have my turn after you take the lead.”
He was as cognizant as Lucas at the shudders that went through their women. In this context, being discussed as if their input had no place in the conversation, was foreplay, and they reacted accordingly. Ben saw that the thin fabric of Marcie’s panties were becoming translucent with her own response.
Though they looked sexy as hell, the pretty garments, the bound and helpless position, their long, fair limbs and soft hair, also emphasized their delicacy. While the men gazing at them knew just how incredibly strong their wives were, there was something about seeing them in full submission, and knowing these were their women, that made their normal protective feelings expand to a whole new level, fierce and animal-like.
Ben unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, removed his tie and opened the shirt down the front before getting rid of his shoes and socks. He slid onto the bed in his slacks and belt alone. It made him smile a little when he saw Marcie, her wrist crossed and bound with her sister’s, had shifted the hand around so she could clasp Cass’s fingers and hold on, providing a reassuring support and something indefinable to one another.
There were so many things hard to explain to the mainstream world about Dominance and submission, even if the roots of it were buried in every one. How Cass had arrived at being okay with this, and how it didn’t translate into being an incestuous thing with her sister, despite the obvious need they had for contact with one another in this moment, was similarly hard to explain in a politically correct kind of way. But all four of the people in this room got it, so the rest of the world could mind their own damn business.
Seeing the two gorgeous female bodies spread before them made him and Lucas so ready Ben knew he wasn’t the only one who’d adjusted his cock a couple times already to try and make room in the rapidly constricting area of their slacks. But when Lucas noted the handclasp between the two women, Ben saw he had the same kind of reaction to it he’d had. Something that went beyond the libido and touched deep on the love they felt for Marcie and Cass, as well as the ties of family, blood or chosen, that held them all together.
But they were guys, after all, so Lucas didn’t linger over the sappy stuff too long. He shed his tie and shirt, draping the latter over Cass’s face briefly. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled his scent. She tried to make contact with as much of the fabric as she could, by moving her head so it caressed her cheeks and forehead. When Lucas at last lifted it and set it to the side, he didn’t take it far, laying it over her outside hand, which clutched the soft fabric immediately. Ben knew she’d be absorbing the body heat Lucas had left in it, another touchstone between Master and sub. He thought of Marcie the other night, asking for the shirt off his back, and then settling on the one he’d worn to work. Yeah, part of it had been her teasing him, wanting him to take off his shirt, but another part had been her seeking that warmth, that cloaking oneself in a Master’s scent and body heat. Submissives had their own way of being possessive. Until Marcie, he hadn’t appreciated all the variations of it.
“I like to start a full course meal with the appetizer,” Lucas said. “But in this case, I might decide to sample from both plates. Too difficult to choose.”
He sent Ben a devilish look that said, “I gave you your shot to go first.” But it was also a quick check, a “one more time, is this okay?” bro code to touch base. Ben’s lips quirked ruefully at the gleam, but he also gave Lucas a nod to go ahead.
Sliding his hands under Marcie’s thighs, Lucas tilted her up toward his mouth as much as her bonds would allow. The position meant one of his hands was also holding his own wife’s leg, since she and Marcie were bound together there. She licked her lips. Cass had soft, pink-glossed lips, a delicate color that set off her white-gold locks and blue eyes.
Marcie did that little nervous lip licking thing sometimes. Despite some minor feature differences, seeing Cass and Marcie laid out like this, there was no doubt they were sisters. Ben saw it in similar bone structure, how their faces revealed arousal, the way their lips parted. Ben had never given much thought to the sister fantasy, but he was starting to get on board with why Lucas had one, big time.
Still stretched out on the bed long-ways above the women’s bound wrists, Ben slid a finger over Cass’s pink lips and insinuated it between her teeth. “Get me wet while he’s going down on your sister, Cass,” he ordered. She complied with a tiny moan. Lucas watched, his head poised over Marcie’s cunt but his breath stroking her, if her lovely little shivers were any indication.
“Suck me like you’re sucking your Master’s cock,” Ben said, a tad more sharply. Testing. Cass rallied, pushing past her initial hesitancy to close her lips firmly over his two fingers and comply, throat working and capturing Lucas’s attention fully. Ben tossed him a wicked grin. “I get bored up here, I might have to get me some of that.”
“You get bored, you’re not paying enough attention.”
“But the candy shop is the most fun when you can taste and touch.”
Lucas grunted in satisfaction. “Tell me about it.” He dipped his head and dragged his tongue over Marcie�
�s pussy on the outside of the panties, earning a jerk of her hips and a delicious little gasp, her fingers constricting reflexively on Cass’s. Lucas found her clit hood ring through the gauzy cloth and ribbon and tugged on it, hard enough to bring Marcie’s hips off the bed.
“Let him hear you, darling,” Ben said to her. “Let his sub remember what he can do with that tongue of his. He can do it to any woman, but it’s her that will be his main course, the meal he wants for all his life. He tongue-fucked her to climax less than twenty-four hours ago, because he needs pussy like he needs air, but hearing another woman benefitting from it will only make her cream for more of the same.”
Bingo. Cass’s tongue swiped over her lips, her hips lifting as if she was channeling what Marcie was feeling. Lucas’s gray eyes met Ben’s in visceral male approval before he turned his attention back to what he was doing.
“Oh…” The syllable broke from Marcie’s throat on a thin, high note as Lucas flicked, teased and tasted, sucking her juices through the cloth. He lifted his head. “I’d like those laces out of my way, Ben.”
Ben leaned between the two women, his braced arm against Cass’s shoulder as he reached over Marcie’s body. He smiled as he felt Lucas’s sub turn her head toward him, and her lips touched his skin. Yeah, she was giving herself to the moment. He plucked at the tiny bow at mid-crotch on Marcie’s panties and untied it, dipping his finger briefly into her wet pussy to draw out some honey on the tip. Protocol observed, he nodded to Lucas, letting him loosen or pull the laces free at his own rate from there.
As Ben expected, Lucas started simply by loosening them, incorporating the feel of the crisscrossed ribbons into what he was doing. Exploring the sensitive inner labia area, thrusting his tongue into her cunt between ribbon openings, sucking, tugging and nipping at her clit, rubbing his face over her pussy. He was a master at alternating pinpoint sensation with whole area stimulation at the right moments. A woman realized pretty damn fast he didn’t need any guidance on an area where most men needed a fucking road map drawn. Which, being men, they too often ignored.
