The Baby (The Boss #5)

by Abigail Barnette

  “I know that you’re submissive to Neil,” Gena said in that breathy voice that reminded me of Marilyn Monroe. “But I’m a guest here. So, feel free to tell me what to do.”

  “In that case, I think you should unzip me.” I turned and lifted my hair. My heart beat so hard it moved my dress. Gena’s hot breath teased the nape of my neck, then her lips touched feather-soft kisses down to the neckline of the dress before her fingers found the zip and pulled it down.

  My knees trembled as I faced her and slid the dress to the floor. Beneath it, I wore a blue lace bra and matching garter belt to hold up my nude silk stockings. And absolutely no panties.

  “You look incredible,” she said, her hungry gaze raking over me like a physical touch.

  “Thanks, you’re not so bad yourself.” I winced. “That was such a stupid thing to say.”

  “No, it was cute. Really.” Her nose wrinkled when she laughed. I’d never wanted to kiss someone’s nose before. At least, not the way I wanted to kiss hers. I imagined licking droplets of sweat from her face as she rode the Sybian, helpless to come down from the bone-shaking orgasms that tore through her.

  I reached for her, sliding my arms around her bare waist to pull her body against mine. Gena’s body was what some would consider plus-sized, but it was a body most women would envy: comfortable curves you could sink your fingers into, wide hips and thick thighs that made her look more like a Coke bottle than a Barbie. Everything about her was silky and soft, and I ached, remembering the feeling of her bare skin on mine. I skimmed my hands over her hips, then up her sides to cup her breasts. She moaned, and I caught it in my mouth, one hand gliding down her back to squeeze her ass as our tongues tangled.

  The clasp on her bra was surprisingly tricky to pop from the front, but I managed it, and she shrugged it down her arms while I nibbled kisses down her neck. Once her breasts were free, I wasted no time bending my head to them. I sucked one nipple into my mouth and teased it lightly with my teeth; her ribcage rose with a harsh, audible breath.

  Her hand snaked between us, sliding down my stomach, straight to the point, no warm up. Not that I needed any. We were both so horny I think we would have done away with the idea of the sex machines altogether and just eaten each other out right there on the floor if I hadn’t grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away.

  “Wait.” I laughed. “Or else I’m going to be too far gone to use any of this on you.”

  Was this how Neil felt, waiting to torment me with all his little plans? I grinned to myself at the thought. He had more patience than I ever gave him credit for.

  “Good point.” Gena ran a hand through her copper hair. “Okay, how does this thing work?”

  I slid the attachment onto the Sybian—I’d picked the medium-sized one—and squirted some lube into my hand, slicking it over the plastic.

  “I’m not even sure I’ll need that,” Gena quipped.

  “Wetter is better.” That was Neil’s silly rhyming mantra when it came to any of these machines. To illustrate my point, I poured more into my hand. As she stepped out of her panties, I reached between her legs and smeared the liquid over her, wetting her copper curls and working it between her labia. I dipped one finger inside her; she was right, she probably didn’t need all of that extra help.

  “Oh, fuck, Sophie,” she breathed, closing her eyes.

  I leaned in so my mouth could tickle her ear as I said, “God, I hope you’re going to. But, first, get your ass up there.”

  Wow. I sounded like Neil.

  I gave her my hand to steady herself as she stepped onto the platform. She lowered herself over the Sybian, a knee on each side, raising up a little to slip the tip of the dildo over her clit a few times. Then, she pushed back and seated herself on fully, releasing a long exhale.

  “Okay, so…” I said, reaching for the controls. “This does two things. Want me to show you?”

  “Mmhm,” she affirmed through tightly pressed lips.

  “This is the rotation.” I turned the dial up, bringing the dildo to life inside her. She slapped her hand on the machine between her legs. I moved to the other dial. “And this is the vibration.”

  “Oh!” She lifted up as the Sybian roared to life between her legs. “That is powerful!”

  “That’s actually pretty low.” I offered the controls. “Do you want to be in charge?”

  She settled back down with a sigh. “No. You do it. Show me how you like it.”

  “Well, I like to be teased,” I warned her. “I like to be denied a little before I get my reward.”

  “That sounds fine to me,” she purred.

  “And then, I like it to be…relentless.”

  She arched a brow in a question or a dare, I couldn’t tell which.

  “Okay.” I sighed to let her know that she’d gotten herself into trouble. “You asked for it.”

  I left the machine running, then walked around the platform. “Can I cuff your ankles?”

  “Ooh. Sure,” she agreed eagerly.

  “Stoplight system,” I told her. Then, in case she didn’t know what I meant, “Say ‘red’ if you want me to stop, ‘yellow’ if we need to make an adjustment or something before we go on, or you want to do something else. Do you get it?”

  “Yeah, I’ve done that before,” she said. Her voice was becoming a little tight. I kept an eye on her, hoping I could tell when she was about to come. I buckled her ankles in and tested to make sure they weren’t too tight. Then, I climbed onto the platform and took up the controls, kneeling behind her.

  “What are you doing?” she asked with a playful giggle, and I answered her by slipping my arms around her waist, then up to cup her breasts from behind. I rolled her nipples between my fingers, pressing my body close against her back. I ached for some relief myself, but I was used to denial. I could probably get off just listening to her breathing speed up, her moans of leisurely pleasure as the machine churched away beneath her.

  I kissed her in the curve between her neck and shoulder, then buried my face there, drawing circles around her nipples with lazy swoops of my fingers. “You’re going to let me know when you’re ready to come, aren’t you?”

  “Yeah,” she groaned. “Let me guess, that’s the denial. You’re not going to let me.”

  “You got it.” I reached for the controls and turned up the rotation of the dildo inside of her. It put exquisite pressure on my g-spot when I used it, and she seemed to like it as much as I did, her hips jerking suddenly.

  “Faster,” she said, and I made an admonishing noise.

  “I thought you wanted me to tell you what to do.” I turned it back down, and she cursed. “But since you are the guest.”

  I turned it up even higher than before and nudged up the vibrations, as well. She moaned and rocked her hips. I tickled my fingers up and down her sides, proud of myself at how easily I’d assumed the role of a top. I thought I was the tormented and not the tormentor. It surprised me that I could make the switch, at all.

  “I’m getting…” Gena said, her voice breaking.

  I flicked both dials completely down, and she bucked her hips in frustration.

  “Don’t come,” I whispered against her ear. “Whenever I do this, I always want to come, right away. Because it would feel so good. Wouldn’t it feel good to come?”

  “Oh, yes,” she whimpered, her head lolling back on my shoulder for support.

  “But, once you come, trust me. You’re going to wish you hadn’t.” I sucked her neck, wondering if I should avoid leaving a hickey. It seemed like common courtesy, so I released her pale flesh before I could really cause a bruise. “Are you ready to go, again?”

  “Yeah. Do I still have to tell you?” she asked, hope and resignation mingling in her tone.

  “Of course.” I turned the dials back on. She dragged in a loud breath and rolled her hips, and I gripped them to feel the rhythmic surge. I wondered how she would feel on top of me, riding a strap-on. Weirdly, feeling the snake-like motion of h
er body made me wish I had a cock, just so I could know what it would be like to have her pussy all around me, undulating in those lazy waves and arches.

  “This is so good,” she whispered, then a sharp “Ah!” alerted me to her impending climax before she could. I cut the machine, and she cried out in frustration. This time, I gripped her hips, so she couldn’t grind her way to orgasm herself.

  “Usually, Neil makes me go for five,” I told her. “I like five. It’s a good number, right?”

  “No, it is not,” she objected forcefully. “I want to come.”

  “Okay. How about three, then? You only have to stop one more time?”

  Her moan was choked, like she might actually weep. “Fine. Yes, one more time.”

  I reached for the controls and turned them back on, to the low, easy level she’d been getting before. “Have you ever done the denial thing before?” I asked.

  She shook her head, a muffled “mmph” of pleasure sounding behind her lips.

  “Really? Huh.” I’d thought of Gena as being more sexually adventurous and experienced than me. Probably because she’d known she was bisexual when we’d first had sex and my own bisexuality had come as a complete shock to me.

  “Why does that sound like it surprises you?” she asked with a shaky laugh.

  “It just seems like someone would have wanted to do this to you.” I cut the controls, again. “I mean, I’m looking at you here, desperate to come, getting a little sweaty…” I licked her neck, relishing the salty taste.

  “Please,” she panted, reaching behind my head to grab a handful of my hair. She tugged, not to hurt me but to plead with me. “Oh, my god, Sophie, please let me come, now.”

  “Okay, maybe three is too many. I’m going to let you come,” I promised. “And then, I’m not going to let you stop coming until you say ‘red’.”

  “What if I say it right away?” she asked.

  “Then, I’ll stop. But trust me, it’s amazing to keep going past what you think your body can handle.” I splayed my hand across her ribs, just beneath her breasts. “To lose yourself in the pleasure, until you think you’re going to die, until you’re afraid that you actually have because you’ve never felt anything so good.”

  I turned on the rotation dial.

  “When you’re screaming until your throat is raw, when you’re begging, but you don’t know what for,” I continued, stroking between her breasts, stopping to bite her earlobe. “You want it to stop. You want it to never stop. You want to get away from it, but you want it to consume you.”

  I started up the vibration, again.

  “Oh, god, faster,” she begged. “I want to feel it.”

  “What do you want to feel?” I teased, turning up both dials, just a bit.

  “I want to feel what you feel,” she gasped. “I want all of it.”

  I twisted the knobs, increasing the speed beyond what she’d felt before, and she moaned a long, loud, “Oh!” Her thighs shook around the machine. Her spine arched, and a silent scream opened her mouth and tipped her head back.

  I cranked the machine up higher.

  “Oh, god!” she shouted. The shackles around her ankles kept her from moving too much, and my weight at her back held her the rest of the way.

  “I’m coming, I’m coming,” she babbled as another orgasm shook her.

  “That’s two. This time, I think you really should go for three,” I whispered against her ear. Her whole body trembled, like she was being electrocuted. That full body shivering only intensified as I turned the dials to the highest intensity. The dildo in her cunt would be whirling now, pressing and rolling over every inch of her dripping inner flesh. The vibrating rubber pad that pressed against her clit flapped with a rude, wet sound that I knew came from her juices as they coated the machine. I reached down and spread her labia, exposing her clitoris completely for the machine’s pounding vibration.

  “Oh! Oh!” She screamed, and the sound twisted through various vowels and pitches as she writhed, trying to take more and escape, at the same time. The chains of the cuffs rattled as her feet kicked, and she slumped over, slapping her fists on the platform, her body still shuddering as she shouted, “Red! Red!”

  I immediately turned the Sybian off and hurried to unfasten the cuffs from her ankles. She sat up, pushing her sweaty, disarrayed hair back from her face. “Fuck…oh, fuck. I can see why you’re into that.” She laughed, breathless. “Do you do this kind of thing a lot?”

  “Not just this kind of thing,” I said with a shrug. “But Neil really gets off on the whole orgasm torture thing. Trust me, two or three? Is nothing.”

  She eased up, the dildo sliding from her body, glistening with her juices. “What’s the record? Like, ten?”

  I laughed sharply at that. “No. No, I think the record for denial was like, twenty-five denied, twenty-five forced. I couldn’t feel anything down there for forty-eight hours after that, I swear. And don’t even get me started on the ruined orgasms.”

  She shook her head in bewilderment. “I feel like I’ve just been introduced to a whole new world.”

  “Well, I guess fair’s fair, since you did that for me the last time.” And this time. I’d worried a little bit that my attraction to Gena had just been a byproduct of the already sexually charged atmosphere during our partner swap night, but I wanted her now even more than I had that night.

  And she wanted me, too. She made that absolutely clear when I helped her down, and she used the opportunity to kiss me, holding my face in her hands, our bodies brushing together while her tongue made feather-soft ventures between my lips.

  “Let me taste you,” she whispered into my mouth.

  I pressed my thighs together, relying on unreliably shaky legs to keep me standing.

  “I want to make you come,” she went on, one hand slipping down to part my labia, driving the point home. She looked over my shoulder at the armless leather chaise and jerked her chin in that direction. “Let me?”

  She backed me toward the chair with kisses, a hand still cupping my mound, teasing me as we moved. I pushed the sex machine out of the way and dropped to the shiny leather.

  “There are cuffs on the legs,” I told her. “If you’re planning to go down on me, you might want to use them.”

  “Are you a thrasher?” she asked with a spark of amusement in her eyes.

  She might find it funny now, but she wouldn’t when I seriously injured her. “If you don’t want a broken neck, is all I’m saying.”

  “Mmm, it looks like there are restraints up here, too…” she mused, reaching for the shackles threaded through the steel loop at the top of the chaise’s sloped back.

  The thought of being completely bound, helpless and exposed to Gena while she lapped at my clit with her bubblegum pink tongue made me shiver. “You can use them, if you want,” I suggested hopefully.

  She lay one finger along her cheek as she considered. “Okay. But one thing, first.”

  I held my breath as she leaned down and released the front-clasp closure of my bra. My breasts strained for her touch as she pushed the cups aside, but she somehow deftly avoided touching my nipples, which stood hard and tall from my flesh. She slipped one strap down my shoulder, and I helped with the other, shedding my bra so fast it might as well have been on fire. I would take off everything just to get her to touch me.

  My hands moved to the garter belt at my hips, but she shook her head. “No. Leave it on. This is one of my top ten fantasies, going down on a girl wearing a garter-belt and stockings and nothing else.”

  “Oh. I didn’t know that.” Of course I hadn’t known that. Why did I feel the need to explain that?

  Because I felt need. Electric, squirming need that tickled my clit and raced over my wanting skin.

  “You want me to tie you up?” she asked, and when I nodded, she warned me, “Just so you know, I’ve never really done this in a serious way before. I mean, I’ve tied up people with scarves and stuff.”

  “This i
s a lot safer, actually,” I told her. “You just have to promise not to leave me here.”

  I didn’t think she would, but it didn’t matter, anyway. All of our locking restraints had safety releases that could be easily operated while I was bound.

  “That would be terrible. No, of course I wouldn’t do that,” she said, dead serious. “Do you use the same words like we did?” She gestured to the Sybian.

  I nodded. “Yeah. If I need to stop, or adjust position or something, I’ll let you know with yellow or red.” I wanted to snap at her to hurry it up; I hadn’t been bound in a long, long time, and I’d forgotten how much I needed it. It wouldn’t be the same as Sir dominating me, but it might take the edge off.

  She did my hands first, easily closing the leather cuff around my wrist. She slipped the tab lock closed, then repeated on the other one. On her way to my ankles, she skimmed her fingertips down my arm, then my side, my hip, all the way to my knee before she leaned down to secure my leg. When she was finished, I was mostly immobilized. I could arch up a little, or pull against the restraints, but I didn’t have much leverage. I was completely open, the cool air of the room like an obscene kiss on my spread pussy.

  Gena knelt on the chaise between my parted legs, then leaned down, supporting herself with one hand on the chair back. Her breasts swayed between us, barely touching mine. The contact, or lack of, was maddening.

  “You know, the last time I didn’t get to do this,” she whispered against my lips. “But this should make it better. Delayed gratification and all.”

  We kissed, long and slow, my hips writhing in time to the undulation of her tongue against mine. The heat from her thigh teased my mound, but she never actually touched me.

  “Have you thought about me?” she asked against my mouth.

  “Of course I have.” I closed my eyes as her kisses ventured down my throat. “Haven’t you thought of me?”

  “Oh, yes. Many…” She walked her fingers from the hollow of my throat, between my breasts. “Many…” those fingers tip-toed across my quivering belly, “many times.”