Gen remembered the pain of those thin straps. The same way he'd wanted to protect her, she didn't want Noah punished. Lyda was right. It was hard to reconcile those two emotions, craving the pain Gen wanted to spare another.
Lyda stepped back, picking up the pink strap-on so she could sit on the chair. "He's all yours, Gen. You own his ass, his cock, and everything attached to them. He's your property. Touch him any way you wish. Command him however you desire."
A heady thought. Wicked, politically incorrect, titillating. Irresistible. With every word Lyda spoke, Noah's breathing elevated, making those handsome shoulders and chest expand and contract, conveying arousal, anticipation. Gen's gaze riveted on the curves of his buttocks. Wetting her lips, she stepped forward. She slid one fingertip over the right cheek, and it quivered, both of them tightening in automatic reflex. Hard desire speared her.
"Do that again," she murmured. "Hold it that way."
He obeyed, tightening his ass so his thigh muscles hardened, as well as the muscles of his lower back. She ran her fingers over the pleasurable terrain, scraping him to watch those little twitches and movements. God, he had a fine ass. "Now relax it."
"I like thinking about the way it looks from behind, when a man's inside me." She wasn't sure if she was talking to herself, him or Lyda. It didn't matter. "The pumping motion as he's thrusting. I'd like to have a mirror on the ceiling, so I could watch. I think I could come from just that, no matter what else he was doing."
An image passed through her mind of Lyda lying on top of her the other night, making a similar movement. Her beautiful heart-shaped ass would have been making that flexing motion, her shoulders and slim back shifting.
Gen ran her hands over Noah's back, that vision melding into this one, both pleasurable. She caressed his shoulders, his neck, under his hair, into his hair. He rolled his head with the movement, like a horse being pleasured by her touch, and she liked that, so she did it again, exploring all of him. As she did, she moved closer, nudging him with the dildo. It slid between his legs, and she rotated her hips, rubbing the phallus against his testicles. Sliding her arms around him, she pressed herself full against his back and began to work her hips in the act of coitus she'd just described. When he let out a quiet groan of pleasure, she ran her lips along his spine, between his shoulder blades. All hers. He was all hers.
And they both belonged to Lyda. The Mistress's regard was a tangible force. She was seeing what Gen had imagined, the rise and fall, flex and release of her ass as she moved against Noah, their naked bodies pressed together. Though Gen was allowing her own desires to lead her, Lyda had directed their physical and emotional responses onto this track. Yet it wasn't all one-way. Gen loved knowing they were making Lyda wet and aroused. She was strangely humbled that Lyda was restraining her obvious natural instinct to dominate them both to let Gen explore who and what she was.
She rose on her toes to bite Noah's shoulder hard, payback. She thought again about Lyda's threat to make her wear a shirt that would show off her own marks. It made her crazy hot to think of it.
Sliding the dildo from between his thighs, Gen adjusted the stool. With a steadying breath, she stepped upon it. As she guided the lubricated tip between his buttocks, she earned a fervent oath from him and felt him bracing himself in the boots.
A well-used ass, Lyda had said. But to Gen it was all brand new.
She was careful, because she remembered how much it had hurt her. But Lyda's finger hadn't hurt. Gen had begged for more with the movement of her hips. She pressed inward, her heart high in her throat. God, it felt... She eased farther in, and those muscles gave way like open sesame, a gateway waiting just for her.
She expected it was the closest a woman could get to what sinking into someone was like. She slid deep, Noah shuddering all the way, and then she was holding him tight around the waist, the strap-on pressed against her cunt in a way that begged her to keep moving, keeping working it back and forth so she'd get that stimulation as well. But she stayed like this an extra moment. She could feel Noah's inner muscles clutching the dildo. The vibration came up the shaft, sexy, involuntary little twitches. Experimenting, she drew back, then sank back in.
Oh yeah. That was the ticket, if how his breath whistled out and he clenched his fingers in the cuffs were any indication. She did it again, small movements, spreading her hands against his chest, plucking at his nipples. She wasn't hurting him, which was a relief that spiked the pleasure, as did his rough words.
"God...fuck...Gen."
The power of it was unbelievable. Lyda had said he was her property. Hers to fuck, to possess. To keep. She'd never experienced that with any boyfriend, husband...they'd been sand passing through her fingers, even when she lay in bed next to them, even when holding them. Was it like this every time a Domme claimed a sub? Was it just an in-session kind of feeling, or could it be carried into the real world? Could it intertwine with how Gen felt about Noah and become a constant element of their relationship, as much as waking in the morning together, sharing breakfast, paying bills...
If it could, how did Lyda keep it compartmentalized the way she did? Or did she?
Gen's response was ratcheting up with every impact of the strap-on. It silenced the debate, focused her on the here and now. Then Lyda's fingers curled over her hips. On Gen's next pull-back stroke, Lyda slid deep into her cunt.
She'd stayed aware of Lyda's scrutiny, but somewhere along the way Gen had lost where she was, what she was doing. So it was an erotic shock to be suddenly impaled, her aroused tissues clutching the dildo inside her the way Noah's ass was holding onto Gen's. "Oh...Christ..."
Lyda was doing exactly what she'd threatened...promised. She pushed Gen flush against Noah and held her there, using him as a wall and not allowing Gen to move as she worked her hips, thrusting the pink phallus in and out of Gen's pussy. A slick slide against tissues already vibrating with need.
"Mistress..."
"Just take it, baby girl. I get my pleasure before you get yours. That's the way this pyramid works. Don't you move, or I'll beat you with that flogger again."
Noah was a lit cannon under Gen's grip, his body hot and hard, every muscle clenched. Her own thighs were shaking as Lyda kept driving into her. At some point, she and Noah were doing the shuddering thing together, incoherent breaths, pleas and oaths slipping from their lips. Gen dug her fingers into his chest, held on for dear life.
"Please...Mistress..."
Lyda let out a nasty chuckle. "Keep begging. You have such a sweet pussy, I might just have to keep at this for a while."
"I can't..."
"But you will. You both will." Lyda pinched her nipple, making Gen flinch. "If he gets too close to coming before you give him permission, dig your nails into the base of his cock, give his balls a twist. It works wonders to ke
ep them focused."
She'd forgotten Noah was waiting on her to give the command. She'd abdicated everything to Lyda the moment she touched Gen. What did that say about her?