Divine Solace (Nature of Desire 8)

Gen had the additional pleasure of fitting the tip to his head, rolling it over the engorged shaft. The way his muscles tightened, she could tell he wanted to thrust into her hand. She teased him, rubbing him, squeezing him. He let out a quiet oath, closing his eyes again.

"We all have some sadist in us," Lyda observed with quiet amusement. "I think you're in for an interesting night, Noah. Two women who want to use you until you're drained dry."

"I think he's up for the challenge," Gen said. His eyes opened to half slits at that, what she saw there making her stomach jump in delicious anticipation.

"Doesn't matter if he is or isn't," Lyda said. "It's what we'll demand of him."

His cock jumped under her hand at the sensual threat. Gen felt a hard contraction between her own legs at the way the woman was looking at her. A potent reminder there was only one alpha bitch in this room.

"You said you wanted to take his punishment, Gen. Last chance to change your mind about that."

Lyda removed a flogger from the wall. It wasn't the soft flogger with wide straps she'd recommended to Gen. This one had thin, rolled strips. When Noah saw her choice, he shook his head.

"I'll take my punishment, Mistress. I don't want Gen to take it."

"I wasn't aware your opinion mattered," Lyda said. "So shut up while the women are talking, unless you're told to speak."

Her tone was casual, but the look she sent his way was pure ball-busting Mistress. It jolted Gen, sending a wave of uncertainty through her, mixed with a heavy dose of pure lust. For both of them. For what might happen in here.

Noah's jaw got that set to it again, but he shifted his gaze back down. The look he sent Gen first was clear, however. Don't do this.

It bugged him, a lot. But Gen thought of how Lyda had looked at her when she suggested that Gen take Noah's punishment. Lyda had told her to follow her instincts and they told Gen that was exactly why she should do it. Even though what Lyda was proposing put Gen in a subjugated position, a position of punishment, when she met the Mistress's gaze, Gen felt like the two of them were in collusion about something vital to Noah's well-being. To what he needed.

Gen wanted to give him what he needed.

There were a lot of things she didn't understand in this room, about the many ways she reacted to both of them, but the less she thought about it and the more she followed those instincts, the more right it all felt.

"Where do you want me?" She stroked Noah's thigh as she asked it, the light layer of dark hair.

The flare in Lyda's eyes gave Gen a thrilling sort of fear. "Face forward against his back. Take off the skirt and top first so I don't damage them. I want to see you wear that outfit again. Leave on the underwear and heels."

A purely female consideration on the clothes, and a stirring compliment. The way Lyda stroked the whip tails through her curled hand as she said it had the same effect on Gen that the cuffs had seemed to have on Noah. Gen was starting to accept that the two of them could keep her in a constant state of arousal.

Usually Gen took off her clothes in front of a lover as though she were in a dressing room, quick and functional, even a little self-conscious. Now she drew off the top in a way that arched her back, displaying her breasts and that soft skin Lyda claimed to like. Draping the sparkling top on Noah's shoulder, she turned away from both members of her immediate audience. Unzipping the skirt, she shimmied out of it, bracing herself against the wall to step out of it without snagging the heels. As she dipped down to pick up the skirt and pulled the shirt from Noah's shoulder, she could feel his stare. Placing the clothes on the seat of the chair, over Noah's clothes folded on the floor beneath, she met Lyda's eyes.

She'd seen lust in a man's eyes before, those instances where it was clear he had sex first and foremost on his mind. Seeing it in Lyda's gaze, coupled with the intent to possess the object of her desire, made Gen's stomach flip-flop in a new and exciting way. Her knees trembled.

"Bitch tease," Lyda murmured. "It's going to be a pleasure, getting a little-girl squeal out of you." Using her boot, she hooked a footstool in the corner and sent it in a controlled slide and spin across the small space, so it bumped against the back of one of Noah's metal boots. "Get up on that, put your arms around his chest, your face against his neck. Your tits should be pressed between his shoulder blades."

That knee-weakening reaction spread. No, she wasn't a submissive like Noah, but Gen wanted to be commanded by Lyda, taken over. Like taking a tandem jump out of an airplane, trusting the experienced skydiver to carry her on an exhilarating journey.

Noah started to speak. "One more word out of you," Lyda said, "and you'll be gagged. Suck it up."

Gen saw his jaw flex, the flash in the dark eyes. She wondered what he'd do if he was loose. It was a shivery thought.

Stepping up on the stool, she started to slide her arms over Noah's shoulders. Lyda stopped her.

"Under his arms, Gen. I don't want you cutting off his air and not realizing it. He'd let you strangle him if he thought it would interrupt your pleasure or mine. Dumbass."

Noah started to retort to that, and Gen dug her nails in, not wanting him and Lyda to engage again. "Fun and pleasure," she whispered.

He subsided with a grunt and she adjusted her arms as Lyda had directed, banding them around Noah's chest, the widest part right under his armpits. She stroked his chest hair as she overlapped her forearms. With the way the boots were positioned in relation to the frame, his upper body was tilted forward, allowing her to lean. She wasn't sure how much of her weight to rest against him. She also wasn't sure if Lyda wanted her to have that full contact. Those questions were quickly answered.

Lyda drew closer and rolled the flogger down Gen's thigh. Gen made a startled noise when Lyda pressed the rounded handle between her buttocks, pushing the silky fabric of her panties against her anus. Lyda rotated the handle, stimulating her rim through that thin barrier. Gen squirmed against Noah, arms constricting over his chest.

"You like having your ass played with. That's good. Are you a virgin here?"

No. But she might as well be. The experience hadn't been pleasant. She knew it was all the norm, even for teenagers these days, but it hadn't been as popular when she'd started dating, and only one husband had wanted to do it.