Liv rolled her eyes in disgust.
Merci placed a wooden chair at one end of the room and sat on it like a throne. “Woman, you are accused of interfering in the love life of your queen. How do you plead?”
“Merci, keep your fantasies to yourself,” Liv told her.
“You have two choices,” Merci informed her, exhilarating in the power this game made her feel. “First, you can walk the path back to my heart. Come kneel before me, put your hands in mine and explain all of your deeds. You will find justice and compassion in my rulings.”
Liv’s lip turned up in a sneer. “You can’t be serious.”
“Or you can stand up and leave knowing that when the door closes behind you that will also be the end of our friendship. There will be no more calls, no more meetings and no more words between us.”
Liv stood up. “Nice try, Merci, but I know you better.” She started across the room toward the front of the house.
Merci watched her in silence.
At the front door, Liv hesitated. “You’re going to choose him over me?”
Merci was unmoved. In her heart of hearts she felt firm and right in her purpose. “The choice is yours—not his and not mine.”
Liv started to turn back to the door, but changed her mind and faced Merci again. “You don’t believe him! He’s lying to you.”
“Then explain it to me. If your words convince me then it is he who will kneel for my judgment.”
Liv took a moment considering that. Her mouth curled into a smile. Merci knew Liv had always been good with words and was certain Liv believed she could talk her way out of anything. She watched Liv saunter back into the room.
“Just kneel here?” Liv asked.
“None may come clothed before the queen.”
Liv favored Chris with her disgusted glance and began to remove her shirt. “Enjoy the sight while you can,” she told Chris, “because after Merci hears what I have to say it’s the last time you’ll see either of our bodies ever again.”
She slipped the khaki skirt to the floor and kicked it to the side, standing completely naked before Merci. She was much less the worse for wear than Merci was after their evening. In fact, Merci couldn’t see a single cum-stain on Liv’s body or in her hair. What had she been doing while Merci fucked both guys?
She extended her hands to Liv. “Kneel and lay your hands in mine.”
Liv got down on her knees between Merci’s legs and extended her hands in turn.
Merci reached forward and grabbed Liv’s wrists so she could keep a firmer grip on the woman. Smart as Liv was, she didn’t seem to have figured out what was about to happen.
“Explain yourself!” Merci commanded. “And let no falsehood pass your lips!”
It was absolutely amazing what a loincloth would do for a woman’s poise and self-confidence.
“Explain what?” Liv asked. “Chris is making everything up!”
Crack!
The strip of leather descended so quickly that Merci almost didn’t see it swipe through the air to strike Liv’s tiny white ass.
“Jesus Christ!” Liv swore. She twisted hard in Merci’s grip to get a better look at Chris and the long strip of leather, but Merci was ready for her and did not let Liv slip out of her grasp.
“What the hell are you doing?” Liv shouted.
“No one is permitted to speak falsehood while in the hands of the queen,” Chris stated.
“Falsehood? I’ll give you-”
“Speak to me!” Merci commanded.
Liv grudgingly turned back to face Merci. The movement repositioned her ass in front of Chris leaving her fully exposed to additional blows. She attempted to scoot her knees forward so she could sit back on her heels and cover her bottom, but Merci prevented this maneuver by placing her bare feet on Liv’s knees and pulling her forward through her grip on Liv’s wrists. The redhead’s ass remained high in the air, waiting for Chris’ next act of discipline.
“Merci.”
“Explain yourself!” Merci ordered her old friend.
“This isn’t very funny!” Liv retorted.
Crack! The leather strap tanned Liv’s bare ass cheeks again.
“Stop it!” she screeched.
“Explain yourself!” Merci repeated. “If you can prove the truth of your statements then my chieftain will take your place and you will wield the instrument of his correction.”
Liv thought about that for a moment, and then visibly forced herself to relax. “Okay, I can do that,” she said.
Liv twisted suddenly to look over her shoulder at Chris. He stood ready, penis visibly swelling in front of him. Evidently, he liked whipping Liv.
Liv turned back and stared Merci right in the eye. “My Queen,” she said. “I have been maligned.”
She winced in anticipation, but the strap did not descend upon her.
“Continue,” Merci said.
“I have been a good friend to you,” Liv continued.
Again she paused and seemed to draw confidence from the fact that once again Chris had not spanked her.
“I would never betray you!”
Crack!
Liv shot forward as the strap bit into her flesh.
Merci forced her back into position again.
“I haven’t betrayed you!” Liv shouted.
Crack!
Angry tears were welling in Liv’s eyes. “Would you stop doing that?” she shouted.
“Hold, my Chieftain,” Merci commanded. Then to Liv she said. “Did you not try to come between my chieftain and me?”
“No!” Liv shouted.
Chris swung the strap again.
“No!” Liv yelled even louder this time.
Chris hit her yet again. His cock stood very straight now and Merci’s own pussy was wet.
“He’s no good for you!” Liv shouted.
Now, at last, they were getting somewhere. Merci wondered if Liv was breaking or just trying another tactic.
“And so you acted in my name to break us apart.”
“No!”
Crack!
Merci could see red lines across the tops of Liv’s ass cheeks. Chris was really hitting her hard and it excited Merci. Her juices were beginning to leak from between her lips and dampen the loin cloth beneath her.
“Explain the bra!”
“He stole it!”
Crack!
“No!”
“He stole it!”
Crack!
This was getting them nowhere. “Chieftain, bring me her phone. You said she took a picture?”
Chris walked across the room, found the phone and brought it to Merci.
She did not take it, but kept her grip on Liv’s wrists. “Is the picture there?”
Chris punched a few buttons and turned the phone to show it to Merci. He looked so hot and so hard in the picture. His raging dick was slick with what must be Liv’s juices. His arms and legs strained mightily at his bonds.
“Oh Sister,” Merci muttered, “how could you do so good and so bad all at once?”
“Merci?”
“I would have loved to ride him with you.” Merci shook her head. A tear of her own formed in her eye. Likely that dream was through.
With a serious effort of will she resumed her role as the Jungle Queen. “Do you wish to be forgiven, or are you proud of your crime?”
“Merci?”
“Answer me!”
“I don’t want to lose you, Merci.”
Merci honestly didn’t know if that bode good or ill for her future. “Then accept my judgment or be cast out!”
Liv didn’t answer so Merci continued. “First you will take three more strokes of the strap.”
“What?”
“Second, you will suck my pussy in an act of conciliation while my chieftain fucks you from behind. If he comes before I do I will have him whip you and fuck you again until your forked tongue gets it right.”
Liv looked too aghast at Merci’s words to interrupt t
hem.
“Finally, you will clean his soiled cock with your tongue and make him hard again to fuck me properly. Then you will lick us both where our bodies join until we both come.”
Merci was so turned on now that she thought she could come just by squeezing her thighs together. It was a shame. She loved the sound of that strap on Liv’s bare ass. But then again, if this worked out and they all three stayed together, Liv would undoubtedly do something that merited her being spanked again.
“Do you accept your punishment?” Merci asked her.
Liv looked both utterly horrified and completely entranced. “Yes, my queen,” she whispered.
Before the words had finished escaping Liv’s lips the strap whistled through the air and cracked against her flesh.
Liv groaned.
The groan was not the gasps of shock and rage that had escaped her earlier, but the sound of an aroused woman whose body was slowly building toward orgasm.
She’s surrendered, Merci realized. Liv’s enjoying this!
The realization made Merci even wetter.
Chris brought the strap up and down again—hard—far harder than any of the other times he’d hit her.
Liv moaned, a long low sigh of mixed pain and pleasure.
“You like this, don’t you, Liv,” Merci whispered. “You want Chris to whip you again before he fucks you with his big hard dick.”
The dick really was hard, quivering out in front of Chris with a long string of pre-cum oozing off its end.
“Yes,” Liv whispered as the strap descended one final time.
Merci didn’t hesitate at all. She pulled Liv forward between her legs and shoved her mouth down firmly on to her wet pussy. She wanted to make this last, to build some more drama and excitement, but she just couldn’t hold back.
The moment Liv’s lips mashed against her pussy, Merci’s hips thrust up against her and she climaxed.
Chapter Fifty Two
Chris
Merci was already coming before Chris had even planted himself behind Liv’s red ass and thighs. He was afraid that having won the race to orgasm, Liv would try to back out of taking him, but as she felt Chris behind her, the red head spread her legs wider in clear invitation.
Chris pressed the head of his rigid cock against her hot dripping lips and thrust his long thick penis deep within her body.
Hot juices squirted out around his erection. Chris was so surprised by this he stopped thrusting for a moment. Liv trembled against his dick, squirting out juices like a male ejaculation. He had never felt anything quite like it and he began to thrust again. Liv and Merci squirmed deliciously in front of him. His balls tightened in anticipation. Liv’s pussy—her whole body—trembled beneath him as he reached a hand beneath her to touch her excited clitoris.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. Years of build up for this moment and they were all exploding in the first few seconds.
Merci bucked and screamed with pleasure as Liv shook her face back and forth between her dark wonderful lips. Liv’s own body continued to vibrate beneath him with little spasms of excitement that her pussy transmitted directly to his hard cock. Chris didn’t want to come yet, but Liv’s hot juices trickled down his scrotum directly on to his balls.
“Oh, God,” Liv spoke the words directly into Merci’s labia. Then her pussy contracted vice-like around Chris’ erection and all three of them were shouting in joy.
Chapter Fifty Three
Merci
Merci lay in Chris’ arms while an exhausted Liv ministered to his penis with her mouth and tongue. It felt good laying there, her breast pressed against his chest, his arms cradling her body. She liked learning she had been right. And what further proof did she need then the long string of orgasms they had all just experienced? She could see it now. Merci, Chris and Liv belonged together. Now if she and Chris could just get past their weekend of excess, everything would be perfect again.
Merci didn’t think she quite understood all that had happened with Chris tonight, but she had seen the picture of him tied to his bed and was willing for the moment to let Liv take the blame for everything. Her own ride with the ex-jocks she was willing to pass over as inconsequential. So she made mistakes when she had too much to drink. Who didn’t?
Liv had Chris nice and hard again, and he pulled himself out of the redhead’s mouth and began to spread Merci’s thighs. She rolled on to her back to help him.
He changed his mind, pushing Merci’s legs high in the air so that Liv could guide his hard penis into position.
Liv’s tongue simultaneously touched Merci’s lips and the head of Chris’ penis. Then Chris entered her and Merci closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation of the fat head of his cock splitting her pussy apart. Then he began moving back and forth in her slippery passage while Liv’s tongue worshipped Merci’s clitoris with delicate little butterfly strokes.
The energy mounted inside of her and Merci twisted her huge nipples to hurry herself along. It had and been one incredible night and the morning was just getting started.
The End
Author Bio
Veronica Tower was married to her high school sweetheart for five deliriously happy years and ten far less wonderful ones. Now she is taking the time to make up for lost opportunities. In addition to returning to school to pursue a degree in psychology, Veronica has committed herself to fully exploring her fantasies, both in writing and in person…
Other Books by Veronica Tower and Red Rose Publishing
Christmas Wagers
House Rules
My Son’s Roommate
Not Another Dateless Valentine’s Day
One Night Stand
One Night Stand 2 Tricky Business
The Runaway
Strip Poker
Tricks
Healing (forthcoming)
Please Stop Filming (forthcoming)
Rock Idol (forthcoming)
The Snowbound Series
Snowbound 1 Snowbound Christmas
Snowbound 2 Snowbound New Year
Snowbound 3 Snowbound Valentine’s Day
Snowbound 4 Snowbound Vacation
Snowbound 5 Snowbound Treat
In Print from Red Rose Publishing
One Night Stand
Christmas Wagers (forthcoming)
House Rules (forthcoming)
My Son’s Roommate (forthcoming)
Not Another Dateless Valentine’s Day (forthcoming)
One Night Stand 2 Tricky Business (forthcoming)
Tricks (forthcoming)
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