Divine Solace (Nature of Desire 8)

Gen glanced left at the sound of a zipper opening. Noah was kneeling next to one of the totes, withdrawing a smaller bag. He stayed on one knee as Lyda straightened from the bed. Gen keyed into the anticipatory air, the conspiracy that seemed to be humming between her companions. She curled her bare toes into the wood floor, noticing Lyda's mouth was still swollen from their kiss.

"What do you have there, Noah?" Lyda asked, arching a brow.

He removed a strap-on with a clitoral stimulator. The phallus was larger than the ones Lyda had used before. At the base was a bulb that would stretch a woman's gateway, and inside it were metal beads Gen expected reacted to vibration and increased the sensation to the outer labia.

"And just what do you intend to do with that?" Lyda cocked a hip, sliding a hand into her back jeans pocket. The position thrust out her breasts, the curve of her hip tempting touch.

"I want to see you fuck Gen with this," Noah said, dark eyes glowing. "And I want to fuck her up the ass."

That grabbed Gen's attention as effectively as his hand closing over her throat. Maybe literally, since the unexpected fervor with which he delivered the request--like a bear's growl--took away any coherent response.

Lyda tucked her tongue in her cheek. Her tone was as casual as if she and Noah were discussing where to move nursery stock. "It was all that talk of how soft and pretty it is, wasn't it?"

He nodded as Gen bit her lip, her cheeks flushing as his bright gaze swiveled back to her. "You want to give her a paddling too, don't you?" Lyda continued. "She was teasing you at dinner the other night, pushing her tits into your face. I did warn her. You think our naughty girl deserves a punishment?"

Noah gave an even more emphatic nod, enough that trepidation trickled through the thick arousal swirling in Gen's vitals. Lyda's gaze turned to her then. "I approve."

And she was apparently ready to get right down to it, because before Gen could digest the direction things were taking, their Mistress had tugged her shirt out of her jeans and stripped it off, leaving both Gen and Noah staring.

Lyda typically wore black cotton bras and bikinis. They were sexy but serviceable. Yet when she took off her T-shirt, pushed down her jeans, she'd revealed red panties that matched a red bra with lots of sheer fabric and lace, a sinful look against her tanned skin. As she strode over to Noah, she unclipped her flame-colored hair and shook it out. She stopped in front of him, spreading her legs, buttocks tightening from the pose. She was magnificent, queenly...irresistible female power.

"Put it on me, Noah."

He put a kiss on her thigh first, a reverent homage and thanks for the pleasure of that outfit. "I thought my pets might enjoy seeing me wear something different," she mused.

"I enjoy you in everything or nothing, Mistress. But thank God for diversity."

Gen's humor was swamped by other feelings as Noah put the harness on Lyda from his kneeling position. He adjusted the straps around her thighs, waist and between her buttocks, but Gen could feel the enormous effort it took him not to let his hands linger. She knew her eyes did.

Lyda ran her fingers through his long hair again as he finished, a tactile approval. "You bought chocolate topping at that general store for the ice cream tonight. Get it. And find something to protect the floor."

Going to the grocery bags he'd left on the kitchen table, he retrieved the chocolate sauce and found a faded hand towel under the sink. As he returned to Lyda, breaking the seal on the chocolate, Lyda's attention came back to Gen's like a hawk zeroing in on prey. "Strip, Gen. Everything."

Gen looked between the two of them. Noah had gone back to one knee, still subservient to Lyda, but the look in his eyes was capable of making this rabbit want to be caught. There was simply no choice but to obey. As she unbuttoned her shirt, she felt the cool indoor air on her breasts, her navel, a contrast to the temperature she felt from across the room.

"I'm not the only one who's been shopping," Lyda purred.

"It was on sale," Gen said, inexplicably flustered under their combined regard. If she'd known the way they'd be looking at her now, she was pretty sure she would have paid more for the outfit, even if it had required her to skimp on groceries.

It had been a long, long time since she'd worn something this sexy under her clothes. The bra had low cups, so low the fringe of lace tickled the areolae. The underwires made her generous breasts even more noticeable. She'd seen Noah's eyes drift to them more than once during the drive. Though he'd probably wondered why she looked a little more substantial than usual, he'd been too much of a gentleman to ask. Though not too much of one to appreciate it.

The bra was a pale green enhanced by her eyes, with tiny lavender bows to cover the functional connection between shoulder straps and cups. The Brazilian panties matched the style, a brief scrap of silk over the triangle of her sex. She'd shaved thoroughly, since Lyda preferred her smooth.

When Lyda rotated her finger, Gen turned so she could see the back. The reverent oath Noah breathed was worth a month of no groceries.

The back of the panties was a triangle of lacing marked by tiny eyelets, the lavender bow at the top dimple between her buttocks begging to be tugged free. Especially by a lover who intended to fuck her up the ass. Realizing how appropriate her choice had been, she quaked with pleasure and nerves.

"Turn back around."

When Gen complied, she was undone by Lyda's expression, the words she spoke. "Every day you give me more reasons to be pleased you're mine, Gen."

Their Mistress glanced at Noah. Flicking his ear playfully, she drew his attention back to her. "Put some of that chocolate sauce on my dick and suck it off. You want the right to fuck my other pet, you have to prove how much."

The crude, masculine words fit Lyda's mood of the moment and only made Gen more aroused. "And you better not get a drop on my pretty red panties," Lyda added.

Noah drizzled the chocolate on the head and top part of the shaft of the dildo. Then, before it could start to drip, he set the bottle aside and put his mouth wholly over the phallus. He took it in with no hesitation, showing it wasn't the first time he'd done it. Was he just as good at giving head as going down on a woman's cunt? Gen imagined what it might feel like to a man, that vibrating tongue stud sliding along the sensitive glans. Since that brought her an image of the hated Elias, she pushed it away.

"That's my boy." Lyda stroked the long skeins of his brown hair through her fingers as he licked and sucked. "Yeah, you're getting all hard, thinking about spanking her pretty ass, pounding into it. Aren't you?"