They’d all done a lot of touching throughout the trip. Occasionally, while Noah was driving, Lyda would slide forward, stroke his hair or Gen’s. Gen would hold Noah’s hand or him hers. After that night, sharing a bed together, things had just grown more…connected. It had been like an official starting point, the moment where it was clear a relationship was happening, growing. Lyda of course still had her more reserved “Mistress” moments, and Gen saw flashes of that unsettling side of Noah, but overall, Gen was optimistic about the turn things seemed to be taking.
Gen had hosted the dinner at her house for them. She’d shown Lyda the craft room and the back garden, as well as how good a job Noah had done on the floor and walls. Before that night, he’d come back and done the painting. She loved the fresh paint smell, which made it seem like she was in a brand-new house. Lyda had given her a couple azaleas to plant around the walkway he’d also helped her build out of some spare brick left over from a construction site.
Gen had been so nervous that night, but once they were both there, the way they settled in, piled on her couch together to watch a movie after dinner… She had a scrapbook building in her mind, not only of the amazing, erotic experiences she’d had with them both over the past several weeks, but other equally significant things. Like Lyda pulling her down on the carpet of Gen’s small living room and showing her an array of horrible exercises to work her abs and glutes. Noah, escaping to the kitchen to bring them big dishes of ice cream scooped over warm brownies to save her. Then later, Lyda had put melted ice cream on Noah’s bare stomach, Gen licking it off as Lyda teased her pussy with knowledgeable fingers, her other hand working Noah’s cock…
Gen tuned back in to the present, a smile quivering on her lips. Yes, things were going well. When it was like this, a three-way relationship wasn’t as complicated as it seemed.
It was the first time in a long while Gen had taken a vacation that was more than a day here or there, so it was even more exciting to be taking one with two people starting to mean so much to her. She hadn’t really shared how much, since those feelings were advancing at a pace that scared the crap out of her, but it was still really nice to be here with them.
Once back on the road, they arrived in Gatlinburg within the hour. Noah had warned her the town was a gaudy midway carnival set in the midst of all that natural beauty. Regardless, Gen found herself enchanted by it as Noah did the slow stop-and-go traffic down the main strip in the Escalade, past T-shirt shops, fudge stores, Ripley’s Believe it or Not and the Hard Rock Café.
“Hey, there’s a tacky place.” Noah pointed it out.
Chloe had told her to bring back the tackiest souvenir she could find. Gen saw a couple suitably horrible candidates in the store window Noah had indicated. “We’ll go back later,” Lyda interjected before another spontaneous stop could happen. “We’re almost there. I want to get settled.”
They turned off the main drive and started up a steep incline, a winding road that took them into neighborhoods dug into the sides of the mountains surrounding the town. They passed a gate to a resort community, and Noah nodded. “That’s where Dot is staying with her friends. She said to come see her early evening. Fair warning, she likes to take walks after dinner, and this is probably the only day we’ll get a pass.” He glanced at Gen. “She thinks eight miles is a nice outing. And she’ll give you grief if you get out of breath. Never mind the fact she’s in a power wheelchair.”
Gen chuckled. “I have walking shoes. I notice you didn’t give Lyda that warning.”
Noah stroked Gen’s leg with his long fingers, then left them there, curved intimately over her inner thigh. “Don’t feel bad. SuperMistress back there can wear me out too. She’s Xena Warrior Princess.”
“Oh God. That makes me Gabrielle, doesn’t it?”
“You’re cute, short and have good tits,” Lyda agreed. “Plus that really nice soft ass. But you’re still coming back to my class one day. I particularly like the cool down period in the locker room.”
“Nothing cooling about it,” Gen retorted, though she got a little breathless, remembering it.
“You should have gotten video,” Noah complained.
“Don’t pout,” Lyda said. “You’ll get plenty of girl-girl action this weekend, unless you piss me off and I decide to put out your eyes with a hot poker.” She packed up her laptop, tucked the folders into the case. “Barring a few panicked phone calls from Eric, that should take care of work. This looks like our place coming up.”
Gen turned her attention to the cottage they’d be occupying for the next few days. A creek gurgled in front of it, the bubbling water and shiny dark rocks flashing with sun sparkles. A short bridge over the creek provided pedestrian access to the cottage from the street.
“I love it,” Gen said, beaming at Noah.
Noah parked the car on the other side of the road. “It has one bedroom with a queen and a sleeper couch, so three people can be comfortable. Only one bath, but there’s also an outdoor shower in back.” He turned, handed the key to Lyda. “If you want, you can look it over while I bring in our stuff.”
“I think you purposefully waited to tell me about the one bath until we arrived,” Lyda said, though the humor in her voice told Gen she was teasing. Gen slid out of her side as Noah opened Lyda’s door. If Gen had waited, he’d have offered the courtesy to both of them, because when they’d stopped for lunch, he’d done just that, opening the door for Lyda and circling around to Gen’s side to open her door while she’d been fishing a brush out of her purse to freshen up.
He’d said people had called him a treasure. After traveling with him half a day, she thought he was a luxury. Taking responsibility for bringing in their luggage was only part of it. From pumping gas and driving, to verifying the air temperature they wanted in the car, he never seemed to tire of doing things to make the journey more pleasant for the two women. When Noah was in the convenience store restroom, she’d expressed concern about taking advantage of it. Lyda had shaken her head.
“You won’t. You’re too much of a service sub yourself. I doubt you’ll ever feel truly comfortable having him do all the stuff for you he likes to do for me. But don’t deny him the opportunity needlessly. Serving us nourishes his soul.” She’d glanced up, seeing Noah returning from the convenience store. A light smile played around her lips as she saw he was carrying a bobble head cat Gen had seen by the cash register and remarked was really cute. “The man can’t be trusted with his own petty cash.”
She glanced at Gen then. “There’s a mutual benefit to it between Dom and a service sub, but the Dom keeps in mind where the line is between taking advantage and fulfilling a mutual need for it. Follow my lead on it, and you’ll be fine.”
So, despite a twinge of guilt at leaving him with the luggage, Gen followed Lyda across the bridge to the cottage. They stopped halfway across, Gen pointing out a frog sitting on one of the rocks, staring at them with fixed expression. Lyda laid her hand on her back as they looked together, sliding her palm down to Gen’s hip, a casual caress like lovers did. “Thanks for saying that, about how I should be proud of myself.” Gen lifted a shoulder. “I am, you know, but you saying it made me feel special.”
“You are special.” Lyda leaned forward, kissed her mouth, her hand tightening on Gen’s hip, thumb catching in the back pocket of her jeans.
“So are you. Actually, you’re extraordinary. Which is part of why it meant so much to hear you say it.” Gen dared to touch her Mistress’s face. Lyda stilled as Gen stroked the distinct cheek bone. When she moved up, Lyda closed her eyes, let her tease her lashes.
“I really want to kiss you right now,” Gen said.
“I just kissed you.”
“I mean a really hot, scandalize-the-neighbors, make-Noah-hard and make-both-of-us-wet kiss.” Where had this wanton side come from? Where was the “safe” Gen?
Who cared?
Lyda’s eyes opened, so close to hers. “Are you waiting for permission?”
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br /> “Yes.” Gen wondered how Lyda did that, put as much strength into her gaze as she had in the grip of her hands. “Because that turns you on. I like knowing I can get you worked up. That makes me feel pretty special too.”
“Uh-huh.” Lyda continued to study her for another protracted moment. One breath, two breaths. Gen took another step closer, so they were right up against one another. Lyda was wearing boots with block heels today, giving her a height advantage over Gen in her canvas sneakers.
“Do it,” Lyda said, her voice getting that cool tone that sent shivers all the way down Gen’s tailbone to spread out like an upside-down butterfly through her buttocks.
Gen slid her fingers along Lyda’s neck, under her hair. Full, lips-on-lips, mouths opening, tongues tangling, pushing against each other, delving deep. Lyda snagged her belt loop with her thumb to bring Gen’s pelvis against hers, initiating a nice, firm stroke of mound against mound. Then she gripped Gen’s ass, increasing the pressure of that friction. Gen lifted up on her toes so her nipples made direct contact with Lyda’s, both of them getting tighter and harder. It was still different to her, feeling that female mirror of her own responses, but that surge of pleasure, knowing she had the ability to increase someone else’s desire, that was the same, male or female.
As Lyda pushed Gen against the bridge railing, her leg insinuating between both of Gen’s, Noah slid behind them, bearing suitcases. He paused long enough to drop a kiss on Lyda’s shoulder, close to her neck where the T-shirt she was wearing bared soft skin. Gen caught his silky hair, giving it a tug. It had fallen over his shoulder so she was able to pull the tie loose, send it all spilling forward. She glimpsed a brown eye full of heat beneath the fine strands before he shook it back and continued on his appointed task to carry things inside.
It was going to be a damn good vacation.
* * * * *
The inside was small but charming, embellished with touches that reflected the mountain surroundings. A fake bearskin rug made of stuffed animal plush had a whimsical black bear’s head and felt claws that jutted out of the fuzzy black feet. Gen loved the feel of it on her bare feet when she slipped out of her shoes. Noah put Lyda’s suitcase in the bedroom, his and Gen’s belongings in a corner next to the sleeper sofa. It was an automatic assumption that their Mistress would take the bed, inviting them into it at her discretion.
Such subtleties were things Gen now accepted as much as he did. Lyda was making a circle of the place, and appeared as pleased as Gen with their accommodations. She also appeared to be considering something. As she moved toward her bedroom, Lyda picked up the bear rug, took it with her. Gen saw there was another one in there as well, a brown bear. Lyda picked it up also and then spread both on the bed, running her hands over them.
Gen glanced left at the sound of a zipper opening. Noah was kneeling next to one of the totes, withdrawing a smaller bag. He stayed on one knee as Lyda straightened from the bed. Gen keyed into the anticipatory air, the conspiracy that seemed to be humming between her companions. She curled her bare toes into the wood floor, noticing Lyda’s mouth was still swollen from their kiss.
“What do you have there, Noah?” Lyda asked, arching a brow.
He removed a strap-on with a clitoral stimulator. The phallus was larger than the ones Lyda had used before. At the base was a bulb that would stretch a woman’s gateway, and inside it were metal beads Gen expected reacted to vibration and increased the sensation to the outer labia.
“And just what do you intend to do with that?” Lyda cocked a hip, sliding a hand into her back jeans pocket. The position thrust out her breasts, the curve of her hip tempting touch.
“I want to see you fuck Gen with this,” Noah said, dark eyes glowing. “And I want to fuck her up the ass.”
That grabbed Gen’s attention as effectively as his hand closing over her throat. Maybe literally, since the unexpected fervor with which he delivered the request—like a bear’s growl—took away any coherent response.
Lyda tucked her tongue in her cheek. Her tone was as casual as if she and Noah were discussing where to move nursery stock. “It was all that talk of how soft and pretty it is, wasn’t it?”
He nodded as Gen bit her lip, her cheeks flushing as his bright gaze swiveled back to her. “You want to give her a paddling too, don’t you?” Lyda continued. “She was teasing you at dinner the other night, pushing her tits into your face. I did warn her. You think our naughty girl deserves a punishment?”
Noah gave an even more emphatic nod, enough that trepidation trickled through the thick arousal swirling in Gen’s vitals. Lyda’s gaze turned to her then. “I approve.”
And she was apparently ready to get right down to it, because before Gen could digest the direction things were taking, their Mistress had tugged her shirt out of her jeans and stripped it off, leaving both Gen and Noah staring.
Lyda typically wore black cotton bras and bikinis. They were sexy but serviceable. Yet when she took off her T-shirt, pushed down her jeans, she’d revealed red panties that matched a red bra with lots of sheer fabric and lace, a sinful look against her tanned skin. As she strode over to Noah, she unclipped her flame-colored hair and shook it out. She stopped in front of him, spreading her legs, buttocks tightening from the pose. She was magnificent, queenly…irresistible female power.
“Put it on me, Noah.”
He put a kiss on her thigh first, a reverent homage and thanks for the pleasure of that outfit. “I thought my pets might enjoy seeing me wear something different,” she mused.
“I enjoy you in everything or nothing, Mistress. But thank God for diversity.”
Gen’s humor was swamped by other feelings as Noah put the harness on Lyda from his kneeling position. He adjusted the straps around her thighs, waist and between her buttocks, but Gen could feel the enormous effort it took him not to let his hands linger. She knew her eyes did.
Lyda ran her fingers through his long hair again as he finished, a tactile approval. “You bought chocolate topping at that general store for the ice cream tonight. Get it. And find something to protect the floor.”
Going to the grocery bags he’d left on the kitchen table, he retrieved the chocolate sauce and found a faded hand towel under the sink. As he returned to Lyda, breaking the seal on the chocolate, Lyda’s attention came back to Gen’s like a hawk zeroing in on prey. “Strip, Gen. Everything.”
Gen looked between the two of them. Noah had gone back to one knee, still subservient to Lyda, but the look in his eyes was capable of making this rabbit want to be caught. There was simply no choice but to obey. As she unbuttoned her shirt, she felt the cool indoor air on her breasts, her navel, a contrast to the temperature she felt from across the room.
“I’m not the only one who’s been shopping,” Lyda purred.
“It was on sale,” Gen said, inexplicably flustered under their combined regard. If she’d known the way they’d be looking at her now, she was pretty sure she would have paid more for the outfit, even if it had required her to skimp on groceries.
It had been a long, long time since she’d worn something this sexy under her clothes. The bra had low cups, so low the fringe of lace tickled the areolae. The underwires made her generous breasts even more noticeable. She’d seen Noah’s eyes drift to them more than once during the drive. Though he’d probably wondered why she looked a little more substantial than usual, he’d been too much of a gentleman to ask. Though not too much of one to appreciate it.
The bra was a pale green enhanced by her eyes, with tiny lavender bows to cover the functional connection between shoulder straps and cups. The Brazilian panties matched the style, a brief scrap of silk over the triangle of her sex. She’d shaved thoroughly, since Lyda preferred her smooth.
When Lyda rotated her finger, Gen turned so she could see the back. The reverent oath Noah breathed was worth a month of no groceries.
The back of the panties was a triangle of lacing marked by tiny eyelets, the lavender bow at the top dim
ple between her buttocks begging to be tugged free. Especially by a lover who intended to fuck her up the ass. Realizing how appropriate her choice had been, she quaked with pleasure and nerves.
“Turn back around.”
When Gen complied, she was undone by Lyda’s expression, the words she spoke. “Every day you give me more reasons to be pleased you’re mine, Gen.”
Their Mistress glanced at Noah. Flicking his ear playfully, she drew his attention back to her. “Put some of that chocolate sauce on my dick and suck it off. You want the right to fuck my other pet, you have to prove how much.”
The crude, masculine words fit Lyda’s mood of the moment and only made Gen more aroused. “And you better not get a drop on my pretty red panties,” Lyda added.
Noah drizzled the chocolate on the head and top part of the shaft of the dildo. Then, before it could start to drip, he set the bottle aside and put his mouth wholly over the phallus. He took it in with no hesitation, showing it wasn’t the first time he’d done it. Was he just as good at giving head as going down on a woman’s cunt? Gen imagined what it might feel like to a man, that vibrating tongue stud sliding along the sensitive glans. Since that brought her an image of the hated Elias, she pushed it away.
“That’s my boy.” Lyda stroked the long skeins of his brown hair through her fingers as he licked and sucked. “Yeah, you’re getting all hard, thinking about spanking her pretty ass, pounding into it. Aren’t you?”
He made an agreeable noise. The way he was moving his head, the force he was using, was obviously rubbing the base of the strap-on against Lyda. Rotating her hips, she drove herself deeper into his mouth until she had it in to the hilt. Slowly she pulled herself free, tightening her fingers in his hair to hold him still.
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