Alaric rises and brackets my hips with his hands. “She’s shaking.”
“It’s not fear.” Ursa leans forward. “Is it, little Zuri?”
“No, Mistress.” I lick my lips. “It’s not fear.”
She nods as if she expected nothing else and sits back. “Now the rest. Show me what I purchased.”
My face flames as Alaric guides me to turn around and kneel on the cool wooden platform. He kneels next to me and nudges my knees wide. I’m still trying to find my balance when he places a broad hand on the center of my back, inexorably pushing me down until my cheek presses against the stage. The position leaves my ass in the air and with my legs spread so wide, there’s no doubt that Ursa can see everything.
Alaric drags his hand up my spine, guiding me to arch my back a little. “There,” he murmurs. “Look how pretty she is.”
“You can do better than that, lover.”
He skims his hands over my ass and down to pull my legs wider yet. And then he’s pulling my cheeks apart and giving a low sound of appreciation. “Will you take her ass, Mistress?”
“All in good time.”
That isn’t a no.
I try not to tense, but I can’t tell if I like the idea of her taking my ass or not. Especially considering the way I saw her take Alaric’s. But then… the tentacle was weird, but it felt really, really good in my pussy. Maybe it’d feel good in my ass, too.
I close my eyes as Alaric’s hands move down to my pussy and part my folds. “She’s wet.” He strokes a single finger through me and I don’t have to look to know he’s showing Ursa. “Practically dripping.”
“Little Zuri likes to be put on display. She likes to be a toy for us to play with.” Ursa sounds almost like she’s musing, but I know her well enough now to recognize that she’s already thought this out. Planned this out. “Continue.”
He presses a single blunt finger into me. “She’s so wet, Mistress.” He pumps slowly. “Tight, too. She’s clamping around my finger with every stroke.”
“Give her two.” She lifts her voice a little. “Zuri, you don’t have permission to come. Don’t disappoint me.”
I press my hands flat to the stage. “Yes, Mistress.” Surely I can hold out. Surely. I want a reward more than I want a punishment right now. I hiss out a breath as Alaric wedges a second finger into me. It feels good, but it’s more than him penetrating me. It’s that I’m in this obscene position, my pussy and ass on full display, while Alaric and Ursa talk about me like I’m a new toy for them to play with. It’s like I’m less than a person but also cherished beyond measure. The conflicting feelings only make the entire situation hotter.
“Now her clit.”
He withdraws his fingers and uses his other hand to urge my back to arch more. He slides his fingers up my slit and parts me farther. “Just as pretty as the rest of her.”
“Mmm. That is the truth.” Does she sound closer? I can’t tell.
And then Ursa’s mouth closes around my clit and I squeak. I think I jolt, but Alaric’s hand on my back holds me in place as she explores me with her tongue. She’s gone before the orgasm brewing deep inside me gets out of control. “You’re right, lover. She’s so incredibly sweet.”
“May I?” Alaric’s so hoarse, his words are barely above a whisper.
“Just a taste.”
He shifts and then it’s his mouth on my pussy. He licks me as if trying to gather up all my taste. “Fuck, Mistress. You’re right. She’s even sweeter here.”
“Mmm.” A soft sound and I know without a shadow of a doubt that they’re kissing, passing my taste back and forth between them. I want to look, to see, but I don’t want to disobey, either. It’s agony. Sexy, titillating agony. Finally, I can’t stand it any longer. I twist to look.
Ursa breaks the kiss as if she was just waiting for me to waver. “Disobedient little thing, aren’t you?”
I try to go back to my former position, but it’s too late. She grabs my hair, holding me in place. “Alaric, go to the wardrobe and get the vibrator. The one that’s both internal and external.” We both watch him obey, and when he returns, he’s got a U-shaped toy in his hand that’s wider on one side than the other.
Ursa guides me to turn around and sit on the edge of the stage. She takes the toy and eases it into me. I whimper and shift, trying to adjust to the foreign feeling, but she doesn’t give me a chance to. She snaps her fingers at Alaric and that’s when I notice that he’s got a remote in his hand. He passes it over. Ursa takes my hand and moves it to hold the vibrator in place. “Do not move it. Do not come. Do you understand me?”