Their desires might be secondary to hers, but sometimes they aligned. Pleasure surged through Gen when Lyda shifted her attention back to her. "Can you ride him without a condom, Gen? He's safe."
Gen nodded, moved by the trust they were both showing in her. But when Gen took Lyda's place and Lyda straddled his face, planting her knees above his shoulders, lust took the upper hand.
Gen groaned at the excruciating sensation, pushing Noah's engorged shaft into her post-climactic tissues. She worked her way down, her arousal refueled by the idea she and Lyda were marking him together. He was totally theirs, every gorgeous inch.
Lyda gripped the headboard, fingers overlapping his. She brought her pussy down on his mouth, the curves of her ass pressing high against his chest. She glanced over her shoulder at Gen, her eyes gleaming.
"Put your hands on my waist, Gen, and don't take them away. We ride this horse together."
Gen obeyed, thumbs sliding over the rise of Lyda's buttocks, just inside the elastic waistband of her panties. As Lyda began to rotate her pussy against Noah's mouth, her body shuddering at whatever incredible thing he was doing with his lips and tongue, Gen began to rise and fall, taking full pleasure from every inch of his steel cock. Because she'd recently climaxed, she took it nice and slow, building her arousal again. It was clear Noah was in an agonized state of near orgasm. He groaned against Lyda's pussy, his hips bucking against Gen. Gen drank in the sight of stomach muscles rippling, biceps quivering, the beauty of Lyda's body doing its sinuous dance over his mouth.
"Such a good boy," Lyda rasped. "Holding out until you've pleasured us."
Despite his faithful intentions, some things were beyond even a trained submissive's control. Gen expected Lyda knew exactly how much strain that rope could take. Because their Mistress enjoyed punishment too, she delighted in forcing it to snap. Gen felt it all the way to her womb when Noah lost the battle, coming with a hoarse, muffled shout, his hips plunging and pulling back, making Gen spasm right into a spinning climax. Lyda tightened down on him, coming again, either because she'd been that close or the situation was just too much for anyone to resist.
When they slowed down at last, and Lyda ordered her to slide off their "mount", Gen saw she'd left fingerprints in Lyda's sides. As they nestled back into the sheets, this time Lyda was between them. Noah kissed one side of those fingermarks, Gen the other, and they each took a turn at cleaning their Mistress's pussy with their mouths. They worked around one another, Gen laying kisses on her thighs while Noah tongued her labia. They fell asleep with Gen's head on her breast, and Noah's on her stomach, his arm slung across Lyda's thighs, hand curled on Gen's hip. Lyda murmured to them both, an incoherent lullaby of words that told them they'd pleased her well.
*
Gen woke to sunlight streaming through the window. It was nearly eight o'clock, and she was alone. Despite the warmth of the bed, she decided she'd rather risk the cool early air of a morning in the mountains than be without Noah and Lyda. Donning robe and slippers, she made a quick trip to the bathroom and then headed for the smell of coffee. Thinking of last night, she wondered if it would ever get old, the endless sensual pleasure the two of them wove around her.
The erotic sight awaiting her in the kitchen suggested a giant no.
Lyda sat at the kitchen table. She wore nothing but one of her enticing robes and a wicked pair of four-inch stilettos. She'd dropped one to the floor and had her supple leg stretched out, her bare foot braced on the opposite chair. The other foot, still in the shoe, was pressed against Noah's genitals. He was beneath the table, arms cuffed to the base, knees bent outward to touch the floor, an incredibly vulnerable pose, especially with the toe of the shoe pinning his cock down against his pelvis, the spike heel stabbing into his nest of testicles.
He was blindfolded, and there was dried semen on his belly, his chest. She'd obviously made him come at least once this morning. Gen wished she wasn't such a deep sleeper, but a ball gag, buckled so the ball depressed his tongue and the straps cut into the corners of his mouth, suggested it wouldn't have made a difference. He wore a real blindfold this morning, the black eye patches pressed tight against his eyes so not even light would get through.
"There's a fresh pot of coffee." Lyda set aside the local paper and gave her an all-about-morning-sex appraisal. "Freshen my cup, and then get on your hands and knees, straddling him."
Gen moved to do as ordered. When she brought Lyda the cup, Lyda caught her robe tie. "Lose the robe. I want to see gooseflesh before I warm you up."
Gen removed it. "Your knees outside his rib cage," Lyda continued. "Elbows pressed into the floor above his head, so your breasts are in his face. Forehead down."
As Gen moved to take the prescribed position, Lyda caught the side of her neck, holding her still for a mind-numbing kiss. Gen kept her fingers closed at her sides. She was starting to learn too, wasn't she? To be trained, like Noah. She could tell what mood held their Mistress right now. A desire to be totally in control.
"Nice." Lyda hummed against her lips. "You brushed before you came to the kitchen. Girls are nice like that."
Lyda gave her cheek a quick pinch, then put pressure on her shoulder, sending her in the direction of her will. When the position put Noah's mouth in her cleavage, Gen quivered. Even more when their Mistress slipped her foot back in the other shoe and braced that heel on the round part of Gen's ass, applying biting pressure. If his grunt and indrawn breath were any indication, she'd put the other one back in its harrowing position on Noah's testicles.
She'd never stayed in such a state of constant arousal as she did with these two. It was like their Mistress kept her simmering in her dreams, and waking opened the furnace doors. Noah's cock twitched, increasing the heat.
For the next eternity of minutes, Lyda enjoyed her coffee and the paper. Gen listened to her turn the pages, make comments about local happenings that required no answers from her or Noah. Their focus was on how crazy she was making them. Noah's breath rasped against Gen's breasts, and Gen's pussy dripped on Noah's abdomen. She knew because Lyda told her so and tsked. Gen bit back a cry as Lyda shifted the pointed heel in between her buttocks to tease her rim, threatening to shove it in there if Gen was going to make such a mess.
Gen could smell the musk of Noah's earlier climax, knew her pussy had marked that area. She wanted to rub herself against it. But they stayed motionless as possible while hungering for their Mistress and each other. In her position, Gen knew her breath must be teasing his closed lids through the fabric of the blindfold.
At length, Lyda set the paper aside again, and scraped back the chair. "Wash out my cup and start a fresh pot of coffee, Gen. Then release Noah and both of you join me in the shower. Time to scrub one another clean."
Gen didn't think she'd ever handled two tasks so quickly. It was a miracle she did it without breaking any glassware. Then she knelt by Noah. She removed the blindfold first. She wanted to see him stare up at her with his mouth stretched by the gag, hands tied. Helpless to her, in a sense. The look in his eyes made her nipples get even tighter, and when his gaze flicked to them, her breath caught. She unbuckled the gag next, guiding it out of his mouth. Saliva came with it of course, but she didn't care, pulling a napkin from the holder on the table to pat his lips, stroke the impressions the straps had left there. More arousal trickled down her thighs.
"Untie me," he said, staring up at her with fevered eyes.
"Say please," she whispered. He bit her finger and made her smile, even as her chest felt tight.
"Please."
Releasing the cuffs from the base, s
he backed out from under the table. As he emerged, he reached to unwrap the cuffs from his wrists, but she stopped him. Aware of the weight of his gaze on her bowed head, she did it, putting the cuffs on the table before she wrapped her hands around his wrists, rubbing them.