Onyx Mafia: Insatiable - Episode 1: (Lia and Meghan) (Onyx Mafia: Insatiable Book 1)

by Nova Black

  Yes, it decided, doing all of those things at once, my orgasm tumbling over me in one massive wave of excruciating, incomprehensible pleasure. My screams rose, pushing me into darkness.

  Darkness and then I smelled her perfume, felt her warmth leaning over me before I could gather my thoughts.

  Did I just black out? I opened my eyes. Blinked. The first thing I saw was her face, indecipherable and beautiful, examining me as an artist admires their masterpiece.

  She smiled, one light finger lowering to touch the wetness my between my legs.

  “What’s the number, Meghan? Say it.”

  I stared at her, confused. She pressed harder, doing a thing with her finger.

  “Eight”, I yelled, convulsing under her touch, “fucking eight, Lia. I yield! I yield!”

  Her smile grew and she leaned in to kiss me.

  “That was exceptionally fun. Always a pleasure, Meghan.”

  Lia’s Story

  I arrived home in a good mood, my presentation on Operational Finance having been well received and my after work celebration with Meghan also well received.

  Azina was on the sofa waiting for me, a glass of wine in her hand. I kissed her hello and sunk into the white leather couch across from her, kicking my heels off and propping my feet on the coffee table.

  “How was the presentation?”

  “Mmmh,” I said, taking a sip of her wine. “It went well. I think I may have a few more leads for you.” Azina, among other things, owned a small engineering firm specializing in custom solutions for small businesses - mainly those hoping to expand their infrastructure overseas.

  She raised her brow. “And after the presentation?”

  I smiled, going to the kitchen to pour myself a glass.

  She turned, leaning over the couch in her work clothes of overalls and a pink v-neck shirt.

  “Don’t be coy, Lia. After the presentation did you, and how many times?”

  Over the top of the counter I held up eight fingers. She barked a delighted laugh, flopping back down onto the couch. I shook my head at her, hiding my smile, re-joining her on the couch.

  She poked me. “You are a terrible overachiever, Lia. That poor girl. Can she still walk? Was she able to speak, or did she turn into a dehydrated puff of orgasmic dust?”

  “She availed herself well,” I said demurely.

  Azina snorted. “I bet.”

  We sat in silence for a while, lost in our thoughts, looking out over the magnificent view of the city on the top floor of our spacious condo. I loved coming home when she was here. When Azina travelled my appetites tended to overcompensate.

  “And you?” she said, cocking her head. “Have you…” She gestured.

  I shook my head, the deep ache of desire still throbbing in the background.

  “Not since yesterday. I’ve been… occupied with Meghan.”

  “Ah, Meghan. That’s her name. I didn’t think you were going to tell me.” She shot me a glance, “Though of course, I do have my ways.”

  I smiled into my wine. “Of course.” Azina spoke four languages and had contacts all over the world, a lot of it government work. But keeping tabs on my latest lovers was a little hobby of hers.

  Keeping track of this one was part of her job. And mine.

  She moved closer, hand tracing my leg.

  “Mmm. Do you want me to…?" A sharp sting as her finger pressed under the inside of my knee.

  My eyelids flickered a bit, breath catching. “Would you?”

  She paused, finger circling the spot inside my knee. She regarded me before sliding her tongue against her lips, leaning back against the couch. With agonizing slowness she stretched, her shirt pulling up, golden skin peeking through the sides.

  “Too easy. What’s in it for me, eh?”

  I threw a pillow at her. “Brat,” I grinned.

  She caught it deftly, placing it behind her, taking the opportunity to pull the ponytail holder from her thick brown hair, run her hands through it. She knew I love that, so she ran her fingers through it again, slower, with eye contact, sensually biting her lower lip.

  I groaned, closing my eyes at the furious ache pulsating through me.

  We’ve been together over nine years and she always knew how to push me to the edge and hold me there. Push me further till I held only the barest control.

  My beautiful engineer.

  “I think I’m going to invite Meghan over this weekend.”

  “Yeah?” She said, easing a foot between my clenched thighs. “That’ll be fun. Should I call Oscar?”

  “I’m not ready for that, yet. Though she does have a certain charm.”

  I gritted my teeth as her toes began to explore, brushing up against already high-strung nerve endings.

  “God, Azina. I can’t… I can’t last much longer."

  She shrugged, dark eyes on me. “Then don’t.”

  I kissed her then, the taste of wine and faint traces of Meghan on my mouth. Her eyes closed, hands traveling down my back, sliding up my skirt, into the slickness of my underclothes.

  I had showered and changed earlier, but…

  She pulled away, looking at me. “God, you’re soaked.”

  “Eight times, Zi." I leaned into her ear. “Eight.”

  Her eyes began to dilate, pulse quickening. She moved against me. “Call her. I want to meet her. Tonight.”

  I pursed my lips, calculating. The heady high Meghan was on should have turned to confused curiosity about now. She’d want to know more about me. “I could do that.”

  Her mouth covered the drumming pulse in my throat, biting lightly. “I know you can.”

  A wiggle and she pulled from under me, standing to stretch. One of the straps to her overalls had come loose and I watched her reattach it, lust coating my thoughts.

  I shook my head, the overalls she wore were men’s and they hugged every curve she had, accentuated the cuff of her ass, straining against the heft of her bosom.

  On a bad day Azina was simply beautiful, a head turner constantly getting hit on by men and women alike. When she tried - a little makeup, a sexy dress, Azina was breathtaking. On those days she was rarely approached, instead people watched her from a distance; afraid to break the spell she cast on them.

  When the all-too-brief show was over I followed her into the kitchen, putting the empty glasses next to the sink. She began to wash them along with the breakfast dishes.

  “I’ll try to get her for dinner at Paolo’s tonight. Anyone you want to bring? What was her name, Angela?”

  “No.” She shook her head, grinning. “No need to freak her out. We’ll do this simple.”

  I hesitated, watching her. “Azina, she’s part of the investigative team, but she’s clueless about our organization. Honestly, I’m not quite sure why they chose her…”

  Azina raised her eyebrows, smiling softly. “You don’t see yourself, Lia. You’re…” she gave a small laugh, the water making sloshing noises. “You’re as close to smitten as I’ve seen in a long time.”

  I was silent, not ready to acknowledge the unexpected affect she was having on me. There was something about her that made me… hungry. Hungrier than usual.

  “Well, she is as open as a picture book, they must have given her a false story to keep us from knowing their progress.”

  Zi nodded. “I know, Lia.”

  There was a hundred percent chance Azina knew all there was to know about Meghan before she stepped into the building, before she entered our territory, even. But it gave me piece of mind to check in once in a while.

  “Don’t worry." She smiled, taking the wine glasses, draining the last drops. She bent over the sink and filled it with suds, the fading light from the windows framing her ass perfectly. The noise I made was small but she heard it, eyes cutting to me like a predator.

  Her voice purred. “Is there something you want?”

  I stepped toward her and she turned toward me suddenly, raising her head, suds running down her arms to
the tiles below. The container of water behind her sloshed and I imagined dumping it over her, pulling her to the floor, let friction and science and my mouth take care of the rest.

  Zi read the direction of my thoughts, lips moving as she tongued the rounds of her teeth. She would go for the cutlery drawer, the cooking spoons, ladles, eggbeaters - she loved her toys. I would do my best to pin her naked to the ground, fucking her as she slid and writhed beneath me.

  We breathed heavy, almost in unison. Three feet apart from each other, separated only by the knowledge that neither of us would be fit to work the next day. Maybe more.

  Our lovemaking was passionate, our lovemaking was brutal, our lovemaking often ended with broken furniture and occasional trips to the emergency room.

  We played to win.

  I moved to the wall, her eyes following. When I switched off the light I saw her mouth quirk, the orange and pink sunset painting her face.

  “A game,” I suggested.

  She smiled, wiping a sudsy hand on the side of her pants, placing it on her hip. “What are the rules?”

  My heart beat in my throat as I stared at the placement of her wet hands. She always wore the sexiest, raunchiest underwear beneath her dungarees. I wanted to see them.

  I stepped closer, placing my hands on counter on either side of her. “Four minutes each. If you make a sound you lose.”

  Zi shook her head, lips brushing mine. “Two minutes each. And you can make all the noise you want, Lia. But you cannot cum unless or until I say so.” She smiled. “Do we have an agreement?”

  Turning around she grabbed an egg timer, turning it to 120 seconds. I moaned, leaning in to kiss her. “I go first,” popping the straps off her overalls and lifting her shirt. Her bra was pink lace and silk, the clasp in the front.

  I undid it quickly. And stared.

  Two golden nipple clamps, connected by an intricate chain spilled out between her breasts.

  Oh. My fucking god.

  I gave a shaky breath. “Such a fucking cheater.” I murmured, tonguing the pert nipples standing attention between the rubber clamps. “Shit, Zi. When did you get these?”

  She didn’t answer, eyes closed, biting the hell out her lip. I removed one of the clamps and she bucked under me, the blood rushing to her nipple. “I said..." Took one in my mouth, massaged it with my tongue. She knuckled her fist on the counter, squeezing her eyes shut.

  God, she was absolutely beautiful.

  “Zi, look at me." She pried one eye open. “You’re going to cum in about twenty seconds. You’re going to lose big.”

  She shook her head, a smile on her lips. Go for it she mouthed.

  I replace the clamp and she threw her head back, hips thrusting against me. I angled my leg to tuck into her, pressing up on the ridged seam her pants.

  Her eyes widened, luscious lips forming an ‘O’. I chuckled evilly, moving my leg in a circular motion, lowering my head to kiss the chain between her breast, warm and moist from having been nestled in there all day, waiting for me. The thought made me groan, I tugged a clamp sharply with my teeth, tongue swiping the oversensitive skin.

  Was that a soft moan I heard?

  I ignored it, focusing on the finish. I wanted the neighbors to hear my win.

  I cupped both breasts, thumbs running over the nipples. Squeezed.

  She trembled beneath me and I positioned my hands release the clamps.

  A buzz sounded; the vibration of the egg timer going off making us both groan. I held my position. “Do you want me to…?”

  She shivered, hesitating before giving a low husky laugh. “Against the rules.”

  Her eyes glinted in the twilight and she reset egg shaped timer... “My turn. Turn around, Lia.”

  I did so, hearing the faint echo of my words to Meghan.

  Zi spoke behind me, running her hands down my back. “Bend over." I propped my elbows on the marble island, steeling my resolve to win.

  “You are so turned on right now; I don’t believe it’s fair to have such an advantage.” She leaned over. “So this is what I propose, you sexy vixen: I will touch you once, only once, and if you don’t cum in the time allotted you win. Agreed?”

  I eyed her warily. “Agreed.”

  She grinned. “Good. Take off your skirt and impossibly wet panties.”

  I did so, taking my time to run down the clock. She knew very well what I was doing but only shook her head. Her confidence made me nervous. But, it was that confidence, that force of will that drew me to her, made me stay despite other options.

  She played at my level and I loved it.

  A nod from her to the island and I bent over again. Exposed and enjoying it.

  She bit her lip as she looked at the roundness of my ass, visibly restraining her hands from caressing it.

  I raised my eyebrow in a ‘Well?’ manner, arching my back. Her breath caught and she smiled not-so nicely at me. “You are going to regret that.”

  “It took you a full minute to undress, which is why I set the timer for three minutes." She shook her head, I heard the sink run and then she showed me the egg timer, grinning and moving behind me. “Hold still.”

  Shit. My eyes closed as I felt the warmth of her fingers parting me, sliding the ticking egg inside me. My wetness let it glide deep within me, every tick resonating, muscles clenching in response. I shivered as it counted off the seconds, my head resting on my arms.

  “Lia."

  I looked at her, naked to the waist, golden chains attached to her pendulous breasts, nipples thrusting to the sky. She was like some deity come to life. A golden goddess in overalls.

  “Lia, tell me about Meghan.”

  Tick. Tick. Tick.

  I groaned, my hips beginning to circle slowly.

  “Tell me what you did do her. How did she taste?" Zi leaned closer, enough for the chain to brush against my arm. “Did she scream for you?” I nodded, beyond words as the memories of Meghan’s writhing climaxes and the clamps on Zi's nipples overwhelmed my senses. Meanwhile, the timer ticked a slow build up inside me.

  “Lia.”

  Tick. Tick.

  “I’m going to take her, Lia. I’m going to take Meghan and have her eat my pussy while you watch.” I shivered and gasped, grabbing hold off the edge of the island, desperately trying to hold off the tide.

  She leaned closer, teeth white in the darkness, gold chain clicking on the marble. “I’m going to use my toys on her, have her cum on my lips while you lick my cunt.”

  Oh god. I could feel the roil, the wave blossoming in the small of my back.

  Her smile was deliciously evil. One finger extended to brush my forehead. “Now, Lia." The timer went off inside me and I cried out, cumming hard as I pushed against it, Azina sidestepping me deftly, watching me in the darkness, a satisfied look on her face.