by Sorcha Black
“Merde! Can’t we say I’m out of town on business or something?”
“They’re onto our excuses. There’s no getting out of this one. It’s okay, we’ll practice.”
“You’ve never played?” Tess asked, taking a bite of her sandwich.
Elodie lay back on the blanket and draped an arm across her eyes. “It’s not the golf that Lock is talking about. I have a hard time remembering to watch what I say. The bosses are a bunch of old men with old-fashioned ideas about women.” She crumpled the section of blanket under her hand. “They expect me to be a proper God-fearing woman, and instead I’m a sex-crazed heathen. From what Lock has told me, the wives dress like they’re going to church and all of them lie back and think of the queen when they conceive their children. How am I supposed to make small talk, let alone with women like that?”
“How’d you get so far in life without watching what you say?”
“There’s a reason I work for myself.” Elodie laughed and rolled over, then crawled up the blanket to where Tess sat and curled around her. “I swear my mouth is going to get Lock fired someday.”
Lock shrugged. “If I get fired we’ll figure it out. I’m willing to be a kept man.” He winked and Elodie snorted.
“You should find someone else to bring,” Elodie grumbled. “Take Tess. She knows how to be a good girl.”
Tess and Lock’s gazes met and he seemed more interested in her than he had been.
He rose and walked closer, then looked down at them. “Are you a good girl, Tess?”
“Um...Elodie says I am.” Her eyes were huge and nervous, her back tense where it leaned against Elodie’s belly.
“Oh really?” He sat close to them – so close that touching them was an option, although he kept his hands to himself. “And what did you do for Elodie that made her say that?”
Tess’s mouth opened and closed a few times like she’d forgotten how to speak. Zero to Dom in half a second. Lock’s expression and body language changed so fast that Elodie froze, ready to ask that he dial it back, if necessary. He was used to playing hard with her, not to playing with someone as fragile as her Souris.
“She asked me to show her the underwear she bought for me,” Tess whispered, dropping her gaze and turning her head aside.
“Hey,” Lock put his thumb on her chin and directed her to turn back toward him. “I prefer it when people look at me when they’re talking to me. Can you do that?”
She nodded and swallowed hard. “Yes. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. You didn’t know.” He stroked a finger down the side of her face, then withdrew his hand and looked at Elodie. “I’m not sure how Tess going would fix anything. The two of you look and sound nothing alike. Eventually they’ll meet you and know I didn’t bring my girlfriend.”
“We could just keep paying Tess to go to functions with you until you move on. You said you didn’t really want to work there forever anyway.”
“Uhh, would that make me a paid escort or something? I know I need money, but that crosses a line for me.”
Elodie’s heart sank. Why did she keep sticking her foot in her mouth around this girl? “Please save me, Tess? Just pretend the money is for something else – it doesn’t matter.”
Tess studied Elodie’s face and gave her a sympathetic frown. “This really freaks you out?”
“Oui! Of course it does. I can’t go. It’s like a catch twenty-two. If I go, I’ll get him fired, but if I don’t go, he’ll get passed over for promotions.” Elodie leaned her head on her arm. “I know I’m not the world’s greatest girlfriend, but getting him fired is a bit much, even for me.”
“Okay, I’ll go. Just stop giving me the sad eyes.” Tess laughed. “But you can’t pay me for this. It’s too weird.”
Elodie winked at Lock. “So it’s more like a date, then. You’d better treat her nice and make her come at least once on the way home.”
The squeak that came from Tess made Elodie laugh, but not as hard as Lock was.
“Elodie, why are you so bad?”
“Because you like me this way, Sir?”
He shook his head. “It’s a date, and we’ll see what happens. How’s that?”
“You could pull off the road somewhere quiet and drag her off into the woods.” A scenario ran through Elodie’s head that made her want to touch herself. “You’d whisper dirty things in her ear and slide her little panties off while she tried to convince you to wait until you got home.” She wrapped a hand around Tess’s bare ankle, and the girl gasped and shifted where she sat.
“So what was it about these panties that Elodie wanted to see?” Lock smirked and Elodie realized Tess probably felt trapped between them. When the girl squirmed, Elodie tightened her grip on her ankle.
“Um, she bought them for me?”
“Why don’t you call me Sir for now, Tess? You say Sir after you respond to me while we’re here, like Elodie does.”
“Okay.”
They both looked at her expectantly.
She glanced at Lock then at Elodie, and winced. “Oops. I mean – okay, Sir.”
Ah, zut. She was so sweet, Elodie could just eat her up.
“You should come with us into the trees, little Mouse.” Lock rose and drew them both to their feet.
“Why?”
“Because we’re going to play for a while, and might need more privacy.” The two of them stared at each other. It wasn’t quite a battle of wills. It was more like a wolf trying to hypnotize a rabbit.
“Yes, Sir.”
He led them into the woods, leaving behind their blanket and cooler and headed in the direction of the clearing they sometimes used. In her sandals, Tess walked as carefully as Elodie did, making it slow going. Lock didn’t seem to be in a rush today, so she guessed that he’d taken the rest of the day off.
The clearing was empty. Enough time had passed that the sun wasn’t directly overhead anymore, and its light filtered through the trees, making everything look soft and dreamy. Cicadas zinged in the long grass off to the side, reminding them that the day was warm, in case they’d forgotten. Away from the breeze of the river, Elodie was already feeling overdressed.
When they were in the middle of the small open space, Lock turned to face them.
“So you made her show you her panties, Elodie?”
“I did, Sir, but I did not touch her pussy.” She was proud of having restrained herself, but she hoped he’d change that rule soon.
“Show me,” he said to Elodie.
“Turn,” she ordered Tess. The girl backed a step, looking shy, but Elodie grabbed her wrist and coaxed her into turning around. To tease Lock and drag out his anticipation, she slowly pinched the hem of Tess’s skirt and drew it up. Tess hid her face in her hands.
“Fuuuck.” Lock grabbed his cock through his shorts, as though it was paining him.
“Isn’t she adorable?”
He came closer and stroked his fingertips over the ruffles. “Those are evil. I feel like a pervert just for looking at her in them.”
With her free hand, Elodie undid a button on the front of Tess’s dress. She eased her hand into Tess’s bodice and cradled one of her breasts in her palm. The girl’s breathing sped up, and Elodie brushed her lips up the side of her neck. From behind, Lock snugged his body up against Tess’s and held her jaw as he kissed the other side of her neck. The feel of his hard-on nestling into the crevice of her ass must have been foreign and possibly scary to their poor Souris, but although she trembled and whimpered, she said nothing.
They teased her for a few minutes then Elodie turned the girl toward Lock and held her wrists behind her back.
“She needs more kissing practice, Sir.”
“Does she now?” The interest he was showing in Tess wasn’t about pleasing Elodie anymore, and the possibilities that presented excited the hell out of her.
“Uh huh.” She thrust the girl at him, holding her still, not that she was trying to escape.
“Do
you want me to kiss you, Mouse?”
Tess looked up at him from under her lashes. “Only if you want to, Sir.”
He slid his huge hand through Tess’s hair, so different from Elodie’s own. The hand wove in and he cupped the back of her head in his palm, then moved closer yet, pressing against her, dwarfing her with his body. When he finally kissed Tess, Elodie had to bite her own lips together to hold back a moan. The kiss was slow, thorough, and Elodie just quietly held Tess’s wrists and watched. This was about them, and they needed to sort this out for themselves.
When Lock lifted his head, Tess looked drunk. Like magic had happened.
“You don’t kiss like other guys, Sir.” Tess whispered.
Lock chuckled softly, wrapping his arms around her and cradling her bottom to press her closer to him. “And how many men have kissed you?”
“Just one, other than you, Sir. And Elodie, of course, but she gives me girl kisses.”
He slid his hand down and lifted the hem of her dress and pressed between her legs. Tess gasped and blinked up at him. “I think you should lie down and let naughty Elodie give you some girl kisses here.”
There was no answering him as he rubbed her clit through her panties. Tess pressed her face against Lock’s bare chest, gasping. His other hand worked its way down the back of her panties and Elodie didn’t need a map to figure out what he was doing when Tess squealed and went up on her toes.
“So many virgin holes to stick my cock in. You’re lucky I don’t have any condoms, Mousie.”
She was bumping against him, trying to escape the hand playing with her ass, but she was trapped, poor thing.
By the time he let Tess go, Elodie was horny as hell.
“Kneel.”
Elodie dropped immediately, but had to pull Tess, stunned as she was, down beside her.
“The next time you meet me at lunch and bring her, Elodie, you bring condoms. Understand?” His growl made her shiver with the anticipation of violence.
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Face down, ass up, Elodie.”
She complied, waiting. He brushed the bottom edge of her dress out of the way, baring her to him.
“No underwear? What did you hope I’d do when I noticed this?” He slapped her ass twice then spanked her for a few minutes before giving her the chance to respond.
By the time he stopped, her ass was throbbing in time with her pussy. “I was hoping you’d stick your cock in me, and use me like your little slut.”
“Use you? You don’t want to come?”
“Maybe I don’t deserve to, Sir.”
“Maybe you don’t.” He kicked her legs apart and knelt between them. “Lie back, Tess. Spread your legs and show us how you touch yourself when you’re alone.”
“But...” She looked around the clearing in dismay.
“No buts. Just get up and slide those panties off and do as you’re told. If the answer is no, then you wait over there until I’m done with Elodie.” He flicked a finger toward the edge of the clearing.
His way or the highway. Typical when he got into this mindset.
“I don’t know. What if someone comes?”
“Hopefully we all will,” he laughed. “Except maybe Elodie, here. Now, do you want to be a good girl for me, or do you need to be punished first?”
“Or no. You can still say no.” Elodie frowned back at him. Lock was getting too excited and was forgetting his manners.
“Shut your mouth before I shove something in it. This is between Tess and me. I already told her she could say no.” He swatted her throbbing ass and she was infinitely glad he didn’t have a belt.
“Sorry, Sir.”
Tess reached under her dress, as though to comply.
“Turn around first and lift your skirt. We want to watch.”
Without a word of complaint, she obeyed, turning her back to them and holding her dress up with her elbows. She drew her frilled panties down her legs, watching Lock and Elodie with frightened doe eyes. After a shuddering breath, she bent at the waist to push the underwear all the way to her ankles, her pussy and ass momentarily on full display, before she stepped out of the garment.
The fabric of Lock’s shorts scraped down the back of Elodie’s thighs as he shoved them out of the way. Slowly, he sank his cock into her pussy, the shove and tug as he worked to get all the way in making goose bumps chase each other up her back and down her legs. When he was fully seated inside her, he stilled and groaned.
“Are you on the verge of coming, bad girl? Your tiny pussy is grabbing onto me and making me crazy.”
“I’m trying not to come, Sir.” She whimpered. “I’ve been horny for too long today.”
He swore and didn’t move. “Come here, Tess. Sit right in front of Elodie and show us how you touch yourself.”
The girl lowered herself to the ground, but was too far away.
“Closer. Move right up to Elodie’s face and she’s going to help you.”
She nodded and scooted forward, trying to keep the back of her skirt between her bottom and the twigs and grass. When she was in place, she pulled her skirt up her thighs until her smooth pussy was on display. She smelled like heaven.
“Very pretty. Now show us what you do.”
Blushing, Tess leaned back and opened her legs more. She spread her labia with the fingers of one hand, circling her clit with the index finger of the other.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she whispered.
“Such a good girl for us,” Elodie whispered back.
“Lick her finger, El. She looks like she needs some help.”
Elodie licked Tess’s teasing finger, then dropped the pretense and flicked her clit with her tongue. Tess mewled, arching her back, knees wide, offering herself to Elodie. The taste of her was addictive – her squeals even more so.
Lock withdrew partway and thrust back into El, and she almost bumped her nose on Tess’s pubic bone. This was more complicated than it seemed in porn.
“Don’t stop touching yourself, Tess.” Lock growled. It felt like his dick was getting bigger, somehow, and Elodie gasped as he bottomed out. The pressure in her pussy was so intense, she tried to think about anything other than how good Lock felt jammed deep inside her, and the scent and taste of Tess’s arousal.
Elodie’s mouth fought with Tess’s fingers, and the poor girl sobbed beneath her. Lock’s hand nudged between Elodie’s legs and he pinched her clit. Pleasure shot through her and she latched onto Tess’s clit just as her body clamped down on Lock’s pulsing dick. Tess’s hips shot up and banged into El’s lip, but the sensation of pain was lost to the orgasm as it tore through Elodie’s body.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Lock grabbed her hips with bruising fingers. He pumped into her, rough and mean. Overwhelmed, she forgot to lick Tess, until Lock grabbed her hair and forced her mouth back down. She flicked her tongue over Tess’s clit and the girl screamed and writhed beneath her.
They collapsed in a heap, breathing hard. Squashed between Tess and Lock, Elodie giggled. Hot as it was to be sandwiched between them, there was nothing dignified about it. She tried to take some of her weight off of Tess’s thighs, but she couldn’t move much.
Awkward and hot. Who had come hardest? She listened carefully, but didn’t hear footsteps. She was glad Tess’s screeching hadn’t attracted unwanted attention from strangers. They’d have to get her a gag or teach her to be quieter when she came. The birds in the clearing had either all flown away, or were staring at them in stunned silence.
Lock rolled off to the side. Elodie crawled up Tess’s body and stretched out beside her, pulling her into her arms. In a moment they were a heap of arms and legs. The grass was itchy against Elodie’s bare skin, but it was hard to care.
With a happy sigh, Tess nestled into Elodie’s arms. “This was much better than cooking lunch.”
*
He was angry. Between the silence that had grown on the ride home, and now the abruptness of his movem
ents, it didn’t leave much guesswork. Elodie did dishes and a few loads of laundry trying to appease him, but doing conciliatory housework wasn’t good enough today. She hated arguments even more than he did, but it looked like one was brewing anyway.
“Are you mad that I brought her to lunch today?” She’d come home with them for dinner, too, but had left by eight o’clock, saying she had a shift at Cross’s first thing in the morning.
Lock stilled then looked out the window at the backyard. “Fuck, I don’t know. I was just looking forward to seeing you – I feel like I’ve barely seen you alone lately. Then you brought her along and...” He shrugged. “I mean, it was fun, but this is hard for me.”
Well that made her feel craptastically guilty.
“If you’d picked her you wouldn’t be having this issue.” Maybe defensive wasn’t the way to go, but she was giving him something that most men would kill for, and he was whining? Part of her wanted to tell him she was keeping Tess and he could suck it up, but that was hardly fair. It was hard constantly holding herself back from doing what she wanted to make him happy. She was free spirited, and Lock was most decidedly not. In the end, though, she loved him. If that meant not always getting her way, she was the one who needed to suck it up.
“Don’t be like that. It won’t help our relationship if you get superior with me.”
Ugh, his tone was grating. She laid the toy elephant prototype aside before she smashed it. “I didn’t mean for this to happen. If I have to pick, I’d still choose you.”
“For now.” He walked into the living room and she rolled her eyes and followed him. It was hard to have a conversation with a man who wouldn’t stay put.
Forcing herself to breathe deeply and calm down, she took a mental step back and tried to see things from his perspective. Okay, so maybe she’d taken control of their relationship and basically added another girl without even asking him. Not cool. He was sitting in his chair, but gave the impression he might jump up again without notice.
Stop thinking about what you want, and think about your Dom for two seconds, Elodie. Merde, she sucked at this submissive thing.
