Trake forcefully turned Deja around and pushed her into her chair. “For me, you can be.”
Deja stared up at Trake with searching eyes.
“And for Deja,” he added.
Faith took a deep breath. Trake was right; Faith could give Deja what she really desired. Faith had seen this before, a woman powerful in her daily life but with a need to be dominated in private, not unlike Lyna. Normally, this would be impossible for Deja, as she would always have to be on her guard.
Faith wouldn’t really hurt Deja. That wasn’t what dominance was about. Though, Faith could explore how much pleasure Deja got from a certain amount of pain.
She walked to the other woman and gently pushed Trake aside.
He grinned and returned to his seat facing the desk.
Faith scanned the small office to see what she had to work with. Then she glowered at Deja, who’d opened her mouth, and slapped her.
“Don’t speak!” Faith commanded. She grabbed Deja firmly by the chin and tilted her head back into an uncomfortable position. “You will not talk unless I say so. Do you understand?”
Deja nodded her head as much as she could.
“Good.” Faith released Deja’s chin and stepped back.
Deja panted.
Faith suddenly reached forward and grabbed a fistful of Deja’s blouse and tugged hard, ripping it. Inwardly, Faith cringed at ruining what surely must be expensive clothing.
Deja gasped in surprise, but didn’t utter a word.
Faith glanced at Trake who smiled. Apparently, things were proceeding according to his plan.
Faith reached for Deja’s bra, and placing a knee on the chair between Deja’s legs for leverage, she ripped it open and pulled it off.
Deja gasped again as her chest was exposed.
Faith grabbed Deja’s breasts in both hands and vigorously kneaded them. “You like that, don’t you?” Faith leaned close to Deja’s face. “You like your Snow Bunny to play with you?” she asked mockingly.
Deja stared without replying, and Faith slapped her. “Don’t you? Say it!” she commanded.
“I-I like when you p-play with me,” Deja stuttered, making Faith smile.
“There that wasn’t so hard. You want more, don’t you?”
“Y-yes!” Deja managed to get out.
“First, you are going to please me.” Grabbing a fistful of Deja’s hair, Faith pulled the woman forward until Deja was kneeling on the floor before her. Faith hiked up her smock, exposing her prison-issued underwear. “Take them off.”
Deja looked up with searching eyes and tried to maneuver her bound hands.
Faith, still holding Deja by the hair, jerked her head side to side. “With your teeth.”
Deja didn’t hesitate. She buried her face between Faith’s legs and firmly grabbed Faith’s underwear between her teeth, tugging them down as Faith let go of Deja’s hair.
Faith lifted each leg and stepped out of the horrendous granny panties. With her hands on her hips, she peered down at the kneeling Deja. “Don’t spit them out. Suck on them, taste me.”
The sound of Deja sucking on Faith’s underwear could be heard clearly in the stillness of the room. Deja trembled, and Faith could feel the energy of the woman’s pleasure. It wasn’t an act for Faith as she was enjoying Deja’s pleasure as much as Deja was.
Five minutes ago, Faith had hated Deja, but she didn’t want to hate, she didn’t want to feel hate. She wanted to feel love and pleasure and to bring pleasure to others.
Faith had the ability to make Deja feel so good the woman would do anything for her. Initially, she’d thought all she wanted was for Deja to let Trake go. However, now what she wanted was for Deja to go with them. She wanted Deja to be free—finally free to find a woman to love. She could have that chance with the Resistance.
Faith glanced over at Trake, who had a hand down the front of his pants, touching himself with obvious enjoyment. She hadn’t told him yet about her brother, but now was not the time.
If Faith was able to convince Deja to accompany them, Deja could be instrumental in Faith’s plan for revenge.
Chapter Seven
Faith grabbed Deja by the hair again. “Spit out the underwear.” She waited for Deja to comply before pulling her face to Faith’s uncovered mound. Then she snapped Deja’s head back so she could see Faith sneering down at her. “Do you smell me?”
“Ungg,” was Deja’s reply, with her head and neck in the unnatural position.
“You like that smell, don’t you? You like my pussy?” Faith smiled and slowly pressed Deja’s face into herself until Deja’s tongue touched her folds. Faith yanked Deja’s head back and slapped her on her cheek. “No tongue! You haven’t earned it!” Faith admonished.
Deja strained against Faith’s hold with her mouth open, reaching toward Faith.
Faith shook Deja’s head in her grip. “Enough! Sit still.”
Deja calmed, but whimpered softly.
Faith slowly raised one leg and brushed her thigh against Deja’s cheek.
Deja closed her eyes and pressed her cheek into Faith’s leg, a small grin of contentment on her face.
“Kiss it,” Faith instructed her.
Deja immediately kissed Faith’s thigh and continued to trail kisses over every part of Faith’s leg she could reach.
Faith gently pushed Deja’s head away and lowered her leg. Faith pulled her smock over her head and stood naked before Deja, who cast her eyes to the floor in submission.
As she casually stroked her vagina, Faith reached out and grabbed Deja by the chin, tilting it up until their eyes met. “You want to lick me until I come in your mouth, don’t you?”
Deja nodded her head slowly.
Faith turned around dismissively and faced Trake. Glancing over her shoulder at Deja, she ordered her to follow.
Confusion clouded Deja’s eyes. She looked at her bound wrists then back to Faith.
“You know how to crawl, don’t you?” Faith said in a taunting voice.
Deja placed her bound hands on the floor before her.
Faith strode toward Trake, while behind her Deja awkwardly crawled, her naked breasts bouncing with her movements. Faith pulled Trake’s hand out of his pants and freed his hard cock while she watched Deja.
“Look at me!” she commanded.
Deja’s eyes shot up and met hers.
Faith gave her a wicked smile and slowly leaned over, kissing the top of Trake’s penis.
“Lick me,” Faith said as she took Trake into her mouth.
Deja pressed her face into Faith and eagerly probed her with her tongue.
A thrill went through Faith at the feeling of Trake filling her mouth and Deja pleasuring her at the same time. She briefly considered the question of exactly how she would let Deja have an orgasm, but there would be time to figure that out later.
Pre-cum from Trake’s penis washed over Faith’s tongue. Blood rushed to her head as she bent over him, making her slightly dizzy. She wanted his entire load. She wished he’d grab the back of her head and force her to bring him to orgasm.
But she had to stay in Domme mode. She had to stay in control of this session. Reluctantly, she slid her mouth off his cock and tightly pinched it at the base to forestall any ejaculation. Her eyes met his, and she momentarily lost herself in his gaze.
Deja’s wonderfully talented tongue continued to drive Faith’s excitement and disturbed her ability to concentrate.
As she stared at Trake, she knew she could be happy with him. If this was what turned him on, this was what turned her on too. She wanted to kiss him, but she was afraid he would object to tasting himself on her lips. However, passion overcame her, and she pressed her mouth to his. He responded eagerly, his hands reaching out to touch her. The tips of his thumbs grazed her nipples, and an orgasm built inside her.
Faith suddenly stood and pushed Deja’s face away.
Deja cried out in frustration.
Good. She needed Deja for her ultimate plan, and this requir
ed Deja to have a mind-blowing experience. However, Faith had been brought too close to the edge of an orgasm.
“Sit up!” she ordered the Aristo.
Deja raised her eyes to meet Faith’s.
“Do not touch yourself. Look at my p-pussy,” Faith said, her voice cracking a bit due to the pulsing between her legs. She leaned slightly forward and met Trake’s eyes, smiling at him. Reaching her free hand between her legs, she slowly stroked her clit. Her fingers slipped easily through her folds from her juices and Deja’s saliva. She closed her eyes as the blissful feeling washed over her, so good, so close.
Faith opened her eyes to lock onto Trake’s. She was barely able to squeeze the base of his penis because it was so rock hard. She had to fight the desire to slam herself on it and soak him in her imminent orgasm. But she had to remember Deja and the ultimate plan.
“Get underneath me!” she called out to Deja. “Open your mouth!”
Faith grunted as she rose higher to her peak. She shut her eyes tightly as her unstoppable orgasm approached. When it hit, she trembled and jerked hard. Looking down between her legs, she positioned herself over Deja’s face and squirted from the intensity of her arousal.
Deja lurched in surprise and quickly shut her eyes.
Faith’s body spasmed as she sprayed Deja with additional bursts. As the wave of pleasure engulfed her, she cried out and pressed her palm hard on her mound, riding out the orgasm.
When she opened her eyes, Trake smiled at her with slightly squinting eyes, as if he were trying hard to control his own need to come, knowing he had to wait for her permission as she was in charge of the scene.
Such a good man. She grinned and gave him a quick kiss.
Faith was kinky, Trake thought to himself, and perfect for him. He’d wanted Faith to dominate Deja because he couldn’t stand to have Deja take advantage of Faith again; however, Faith clearly had a motive, which he hadn’t figured out yet.
Deja knelt on the floor with Faith’s fluids glistening on her dark face. She wore the shine proudly as she gazed up at Faith with heavily lidded eyes.
“Stand,” Faith commanded, and Trake’s cock bobbed as if the order was for him.
Deja slowly rose with difficulty due to her bound wrists.
“Let’s get this off you. You’re overdressed,” Faith said as she dragged Deja’s skirt over her hips. “Step out of it, quickly.”
Deja lifted her feet from the skirt and stood before Trake and Faith in her nakedness. Her body was dark and lean, so different from Faith’s pale, curvy build. Both women were extremely sexy, but he definitely preferred Faith’s plush, womanly form.
Smiling, Faith reached between Deja’s legs.
Deja gasped as Faith pinched her clit.
Faith held her hand between Deja’s legs for a long moment before slowly sliding her fingers deeper. “You are very wet,” Faith purred, placing her mouth close to Deja’s ear. “You enjoy eating my pussy?” Faith laughed softly. Then she removed her hand and nudged Deja back toward the desk with her palm. “Get on the table!”
Trake’s dick jumped again. Damn, he liked this dominant side of Faith. For not being a natural Domme, she was doing a hell of a good job.
Deja bumped into the desk and wobbled, losing her balance.
Faith grabbed her by her left breast and steadied her. Once Deja regained her footing, Faith squeezed Deja’s nipple while staring into her eyes as if challenging her to complain. Deja grimaced, but didn’t make a sound.
“Don’t make me ask again. Lay down on the desk!” Faith growled.
Deja quickly stretched out on her back, bound hands resting on her stomach.
With a delightfully wicked smile on her face, Faith trailed a finger along Deja’s naked body as she walked around the desk. She grabbed Deja’s wrists and pulled them above her head. Then Faith ran a hand over one of her own breasts as she sucked in air between her teeth at the touch. She appeared to be admiring Deja who had her gaze locked on Faith’s hand; neither one of them seemed to register he sat just a few feet away watching them.
Faith lowered her breast to Deja’s face. “Take it,” she ordered, as she placed her nipple on Deja’s lower lip.
Deja eagerly opened her mouth and reached out with her tongue.
“Suck,” Faith demanded.
Shit. Trake’s mouth watered as he envied Deja’s mouthful of Faith.
Deja squirmed and twisted on the table as a tremor went through her. Faith reached a hand between Deja’s legs and slowly rubbed her clit.
“Trake, baby, you want to come?” Faith asked.
Surprised by her attention, he met her gaze. He’d been touching himself the whole time, unable to stop as the scene between the two women unfolded.
“Come over here, baby. Stand between her legs,” Faith said in a silky smooth voice.
Trake got up and stood between Deja’s splayed legs at the edge of the desk. All of Faith’s ideas had been good ones so far. He had no qualms about readily following her directions.
Faith looked down at Deja, who had her eyes closed and was contently sucking on Faith’s breast. Faith drew her nipple from Deja’s mouth, and Deja moaned in protest. Faith raised her hand from between Deja’s legs. It was slick with her juices. Watching Deja’s face, Faith moved the two wet fingers to her mouth and licked them.
With her eyes locked on the display, Deja trembled again, and the pressure in Trake’s cock nearly reached his breaking point.
Faith put the two fingers on Deja’s lips, and she opened her mouth and sucked them in. Faith’s breath quickened. As if to regain control of herself and the scene, Faith turned to Trake and grabbed his cock. He grit his teeth to stop himself from thrusting into her grip.
Leaning down, Faith rested her cheek on Deja’s sex. Her thick blonde hair fell across Deja’s dark body as she took Trake into her mouth.
He grunted behind his locked jaw as Faith’s hot, wet mouth slid along his shaft. God, he didn’t know how much longer he could hold back. She had pushed him past any edge he’d ever reached before.
Deja bucked her hips up in a seemingly involuntary reflex to the sexual energy surrounding her.
Faith placed a hand between Deja’s legs and pressed her back down on the desk. She rubbed Deja’s clit as she continued to suck Trake.
Trake grunted again to signal to Faith he had no control left. She raised her head, never taking her gaze off him. Then she spread Deja’s labia with both hands.
“Take her,” she commanded.
Immediately, Trake plunged into Deja, raising a cry of pleasure from both of them. He pumped into her with brutal force.
Faith twisted one of Deja’s nipples, and Deja bucked wildly on the desk as a huge orgasm washed through her. Her pussy clenched around his cock, sending him even higher on this hormonal rush. He pounded into her as his orgasm approached, making her thrash as multiple climaxes rocketed through her.
Faith latched a hand onto the base of his cock, stopping his thrusts. He looked at her as he ground his molars. Damn her for interrupting what was surely to be one hell of an explosion.
She smiled at him briefly before she leaned down and took him in her mouth. As soon as her tongue touched the underside of his penis, he came so hard his vision blacked out momentarily.
When he returned to his senses, he searched Deja’s face for her reaction. Deja’s eyes and fists were clenched tightly as if she were doing her best to hold herself together. He’d never seen her have to try so hard. Faith had apparently gotten to Deja just as she’d gotten to him. And for the first time, Trake had some hope that he and Faith would be able to convince Deja to join them when they left New D.C.
Faith’s hair brushed Deja’s face as she positioned herself above Deja. Slowly, his friend opened her eyes and met Faith’s.
They seemed to exchange a loving gaze, and Trake felt as if he was witnessing Deja’s heart melt. She’d finally surrendered her tough exterior and was allowing her emotions to shine through her eyes.
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When Faith shifted to move away, Deja jerked her head forward with parted lips. Faith met her and mashed her mouth on Deja’s in a fully open kiss. Deja returned Faith’s hard kiss, their tongues appearing to dance in each other’s mouths. Not only was the kiss passionate, it was loving.
Trake envied their tasting of all three of their intermingled fluids, but he was happy for his friend. It was more than anything Deja probably had ever thought she could have with another woman.
After a few moments, Faith slowly raised her head, breaking the contact. Deja met Faith’s gaze, still allowing her feelings to shine unguarded.
“Come with us, please, Deja,” Faith said.
Deja barely hesitated before she nodded.
* * * *
The sun had recently set as the three travelers pushed through the dense brush. There were easier paths to the distant hills, but their unusual mixed group was safer away from the main trails. Trake held the lead with Deja covering their rear.
Faith did the best she could between them to keep up the pace. She was extremely tired, but she didn’t dare complain. Trake would probably coddle her, but she was afraid if she annoyed them, Deja would come to her senses. It wasn’t too late for Deja to go back to her old life.
As it was, Trake and Deja were probably moving at half the speed they would prefer, just to make it easier on Faith. The two Aristos worked out regularly and weren’t far from the elite fitness level of their military academy days.
Before they left, Deja had made a trip to the Marshall office’s armory so they were well armed and supplied with high tech survival gear. While Deja had been gone, Faith had told Trake about her brother and about her escape, leaving nothing out. Trake had held her as she’d wept again over the loss of Collin. The one thing she had left out was her plan for revenge; she wasn’t ready to share that yet.
Faith tried to think of something other than her aching legs, sore feet and tree branch-scratched face. She ran her tongue around her mouth to see if she could detect any lingering taste of Trake. Unfortunately, the last remnants were long gone. She’d loved the feeling of him in her mouth and looked forward to tasting him again. Her body warmed as she thought of him filling her as he pounded her as hard as he had on his office desk so many days ago. She hoped they got a chance to connect when they camped tonight, but she didn’t know what they’d do about Deja.
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