Divine Solace (Nature of Desire 8)

Gen stepped out of them without hesitation. She realized she'd stopped thinking about anyone on the mezzanine, and she was only vaguely aware of the voices and music outside the cubicle. Yes, there were plenty of naked people here, but it was more than that. This was a fixed spot in the universe, the only one that mattered.

Taking the panties, Lyda tossed them onto the pile of Gen's clothes on the chair. Then she lifted a flesh-colored strap-on from the wall and fitted it over Gen's hips and between her thighs. As efficient as a horsewoman saddling her mount, Lyda cinched it up against Gen's clit, closing the distance between flesh and rubber. Then she adjusted the straps at the waist and those threaded between and around Gen's thighs. When she was done, Lyda was behind Gen. She slid a finger back into Gen's pussy, putting her other hand on Gen's shoulder to hold her steady. Gen made a needy noise, her fingers clenching.

"Making sure there's still room for me," Lyda said, sliding free to pinch her ass. "Walk around in it. Feel the way it moves. Get used to it, think about where you're going to be putting it. Let him see you in it. And let's get rid of this." Unhooking Gen's bra, she slid it down her arms, and added it to the rest of the clothes. Sliding an arm around Gen's waist, she guided her to an angle where Noah could turn his head and see them.

His eyes latched onto the strap-on, then moved up. Lyda stood behind her, one arm looped around Gen's waist, her other hand sliding up to cup her bare breast, pinch a nipple as Gen leaned against her.

Lyda pushed her hair aside with her jaw, kissed her neck. "So beautiful," she said against Gen's skin. "The two of you. I can't get enough."

Gen had no will of her own, but she'd never been in a situation where it mattered so little. Everything Lyda did to her was something she wanted, and she was eager to see what she would do next. She didn't have long to wait.

"Hold out your palm," Lyda ordered.

When Gen complied, Lyda produced a tube of lube. She squirted a generous dollop of the warm, slick gel in Gen's palm. "Rub it on your cock, Gen. You're getting ready to fuck him. You want to go in easy and deep. Watch his eyes as you do it. Think about how you'd put the lube on his cock."

Gen curled her fingers around the phallus. It was a good size, thick and hard like Noah's cock, encased in latex. She could tell the inside of his condom was already streaked with his pre-cum. Though technically she wasn't stroking herself, it felt amazing, her pussy tingling under the pressure she put against her own clit. Was this what a man felt like, standing before a woman, stroking his organ, a sense of conqueror in the motion? Rousing the desire to sink deep into a wet, welcoming pussy?

Noah's expression of suffused lust made her hotter. "Oh, yeah, he likes watching you do that," Lyda said. "You can make him come, just by doing that and talking dirty to him. Telling him where you're going to stuff that, how hard you're going to make him come, pounding his ass. Watch his hands fist in the bonds. He fights it, but he wants it too. I've seen a man fuck him, and he enjoys it, but it's not the same as when a woman does it to him. It makes him come undone, and you remake him in the aftermath. You take him all the way home, and then you keep him there."

Lyda pressed herself against Gen's back again, cupping both her breasts. Gen let out a moan as Lyda ground her pubic mound against Gen's backside. Gen rolled her hips, wanting to give her Mistress pleasure. Lyda nipped her neck.

"Look at his chest, Gen. You did that." She saw it then, the crescent marks where her nails had bitten into his skin.

"He likes nothing better than to be marked by us. Maybe we'll do that permanently one day. Brand his ass when he figures out what belonging to a Mistress really means."

His gaze slid to Lyda's. Gen sensed a whisper of that conflict between them again, but Lyda didn't linger long enough to let it snag them this time. Her hands slid from Gen's breasts, and she gave her a push. "Flirt with him while I get ready."

Gen wet her lips. Keeping her hand moving on the now well-greased phallus, she moved forward, shifting closer to the wall so Noah could get a better look at her.

"No wonder a guy thinks this makes him king of the world. The weight of it makes me want to swagger."

A smile touched his lips, but it didn't dilute the intensity of his eyes. "Closer," he said, his voice a growl.

She arched a brow, but eased forward. His legs were bound, his wrists, but he still managed to emanate a sensual threat. She expected there was some primal dance of testosterone versus estrogen where the former, when whipped to a lustful frenzy like this, could set off a woman's flight instinct. Only in this case, she kept drawing closer to the threat, not away, as if she knew the danger was worth it.

When she was close enough that the tip of the dildo brushed his testicles, she reached up with her non-lubing hand. Gathering a handful of his hair, she stroked the straight silk of it over his bare shoulder, tangled her fingers in it. The other hand she put on his abdomen, leaving a slick trail down to his cock, where she closed her fingers over him. She played with the corona through the latex, wishing the barrier wasn't between them.

His head dropped, neck twisting. Before she could anticipate him, he closed his teeth on her throat. His clamp on the carotid was so firm she could feel the pump of her blood, and it accelerated as she recognized that untamed side Lyda had talked about. Her eyes closed, and she gripped his hips with both hands, pressing her upper body as close as she could, lifting upon her toes. The tip of his cock dragged against her navel, the hard length pressing against her lower abdomen.

His tongue played along her pulse, teeth tightening further. He wasn't breaking skin, but he was compressing the area enough the pulse rate started to thunder. She felt the faint buzz of the tongue stud and her whole body reacted with a gooseflesh-raising shudder.

"Noah," she breathed, her fingers scraping at his flesh. "I'm getting...dizzy."

He released her, nuzzled the bitten area. She captured his mouth, gripping the back of his neck to hold him, plunder his lips. He gave her back a kiss so intense, her toes curled in her heels. When a track of arousal ran down her leg, Lyda's fingertip slid along it. She gripped Gen's waist, drawing her back.

The Mistress had one hand on Noah's back, the other now up to her lips, tasting Gen. "Ready?" she asked, her gaze like molt

en steel.

When Gen made a noise of agreement, Lyda curled her fingers in the strap at her waist, gently tugged so she was shifted between him and Lyda. He adjusted his feet in the boots, getting ready for her. His fingers curled and uncurled in his cuffs.

Gen glimpsed another strap-on Lyda had laid on the chair. Lyda had chosen the princess-pink one for herself. The one she'd be fucking Gen with. Another little shudder ran through Gen, imagining Lyda driving that into her. "This is now your party," Lyda said to her. "You're lubed up good enough. You fuck him when you're ready. Take your time with it, play with him, do whatever foreplay you enjoy."

"I don't want to hurt him. I've never done it."

"Ease in, don't push," Lyda advised. "Other than that, you'll be fine. He has a nice, tight ass, but it's been well used. He's not a virgin to it."

Gen saw Noah's eye trained on her through that fall of hair along the side of his face, but then Lyda captured her attention with a firm touch on her jaw. "You command his orgasm, Gen. He doesn't go until you say so. If he does, he gets punished." Her gaze gleamed. "So you can guess which way I'm hoping things will go. I was holding back with you. I won't with him."