Divine Solace (Nature of Desire 8)

Her hands had moved before she realized it. Lyda closed her hands around her wrists and spoke. "Noah."

Gen hadn't heard him come in, but his hands were on her shoulders, sliding down her biceps, drawing her arms back. He held her by the elbows with gentle strength, kneeling behind her as Gen continued to suckle Lyda's right breast. His rigid cock pressed against her buttock, the inside of his thigh against her hip. Her elbows brushed his upper abdomen. His scent mingled with Lyda's, and Gen had that curious sense of being surrounded by both of them again, in a very good way.

She also noticed being restrained increased her fervency, as if she was trying to prove she could give Lyda more pleasure if she gave her more freedom. Lyda's knee pressed against her other side. However, she threaded her other leg between Gen's and probably Noah's behind her. At first the leg was straight so it made no contact, but then Lyda bent it so her thigh pressed against Gen's cunt beneath the dress. Gen moaned outright this time, her lips against Lyda's flesh. Lyda's fingers tangled in her hair, tugging at her scalp in a rhythm that matched the flex of her leg muscles, both suggesting lovely, rocking sex.

She thought about what would happen if Lyda pushed Gen's face down between her legs, let her pleasure her cunt beneath the tight hold of the latex. Gen's pussy convulsed at the thought, the reaction turning into thick liquid rolling down her thigh. It would pool against Lyda's leg, dampen the latex.

"Ease back now. There you go." Lyda broke the contact, nails whispering against Gen's throat before she pushed her back into Noah's embrace. He slid his hands around Gen's waist, bringing her full against him, both of them facing Lyda.

She gazed up at Lyda, who'd risen and circled behind the couch. She folded the corset back in place, but she didn't rehook it. "I'm going to go get changed. Then I want to do a little pre-bedtime reading. Noah, feed Gen her snack. Afterward, I want the two of you lying on the floor there."

She pointed one elegant finger toward the rug laid out before the fireplace. The fire screen was stained glass, showing a tulip against multi-colored green shards. "Legs scissored together, both of you on your sides. Get comfortable, because I won't be permitting you any movement until I command it. I'll be back in a moment."

She disappeared down a hallway. Noah shifted next to Gen, putting his back against the sofa. When she collected herself enough to drag her gaze from the hallway, he was studying her unbound breasts beneath the filmy dress fabric.

"I like this look," he said.

Rallying, Gen gave his naked body a similar once over. "Same goes."

He was beautiful, all firm muscle and tanned skin. And he had a really nice cock, thick and ready to perform, the testicles a dark-plum color beneath. Her fingers got that itchy feeling again, wanting to cup and stroke. It was pretty clear the conditions tonight were not the same as when he'd been at her house. But did that restrain her? The rules were only there if she chose to accept them. If she didn't, then...

She walked her fingers up the inside of his thigh. He watched her, those dark eyes not discouraging her, but not encouraging either. He was letting her figure it out. His cock jumped, though, telling her she had its vote. Curling her fingers around the shaft, she pressed a thumb over the slit, feeling the arousal there. She brought that fluid to her lips, tasted him.

"Let's get you fed," he said. She was happy to hear an unsteady note in his voice.

She noticed then he'd placed a plate on the coffee table behind her. It contained a sandwich and chips. Next to it was a glass of soda, as well as a glass of water. He'd quartered the sandwich. Picking up a piece, he extended it toward her mouth.

Gen drew back, settling on her heels. "I can feed myself."

"She said to feed you." He cocked his head, his hair sliding forward over his shoulder. "It helps to stay in the zone, so to speak. If that's where you'd like to be."

"They immerse you in the commands, make you rely on their direction, and brainwash you so it's all about pleasure, not questions."

Noah didn't seem offended. If anything, he seemed to ponder it. "It's not really brainwashing. Wouldn't most of us like a safe way to leave all questions behind, not have to worry about anything, and just feel pleasure? In a good way?" He met her gaze. "It's all a choice. If you prefer to feed yourself, you can do that."

Gen looked at the quartered sandwich in his hand, the rest on the plate. It was one thing to follow sexual commands. But being fed like a child...it didn't appeal to her.

"Can I try something different?"

"You can do anything you want," he responded with that smile that made her want to do all sorts of things to him.

Taking the sandwich from his hand, she offered it to him. He took a bite, keeping his eyes on hers as he chewed, swallowed. She had to admit, it gave her a peculiar thrill, having him accept the food from her hand. She took a bite of the sandwich for herself and then did it again, choosing to alternate between feeding him and herself. She handed the next quarter of the sandwich to him. "Okay, I'll give it a try."

It was arousing, though not for the reason she expected. From the first bite she took from Noah's hand, she saw what Lyda had pointed out. He did enjoy this, in a way that could be mistaken for how a Domme like Lyda would enjoy it. His eyes darkened, facial muscles tightening, his entire focus on how she took food from his hand. He became even more intent when her lips and tongue teased his fingertips.

She shifted onto her knees and put her hand on his thigh, gripping it with needy fingers there as he fed her the next bite. He lifted the water glass, guided the straw between her lips. When she was done drinking, her lips were wet and cool. He leaned forward, tasted them, a sliding type of kiss that didn't linger. Yet his eyes glinted as if they'd committed a playful infraction, coconspirators.

Losing her earlier reservations, she ate every bite from his hand. Licking the oil left on his fingers by the chips allowed her to bring up both hands to cup his. She followed the creases of his palm, nipping at the base of his fingers, pleased at how they caressed her face as she did it. His cock jerked, responding to the stimulation, but she gave him credit for keeping his attention on the charge Lyda had given him, as immersed in the pleasure of it as Gen.

At length, though, he pushed the plate away and scooped her up, bringing them both to their feet

. He took her hand. "Ready to do the scissor thing?" he asked.

"Maybe. If you tell me what that means."

"Easier to show you."

She gave him a narrow look. "I'm sensing ulterior motives."