‘Didn’t I say something about speaking when spoken to?’ said Richard.
Lucy gripped the sides of her footstool and hung her head.
‘Sorry, sir,’ she whispered.
Richard turned back to Rob.
‘She spoke out of turn, but her words are no less valid. That’s exactly what I was trying to say.’
‘I never thought of you as in charge to begin with,’ said Rob, a tad belligerently. ‘I don’t play second fiddle to anyone.’
‘And neither do I. So this isn’t going to be easy. If Lucy isn’t going to get torn apart in a battle of dom wills, we have to play this very carefully.’
‘OK. I see what you mean. It’s fair enough. So, what do we do? Take turns?’
‘I think, as an opening position, that makes the most sense. Perhaps when we know each other better we can play as a threesome, but for now, well, do you want first dibs?’
Rob laughed.
‘Are we back in the play
ground? We’ll be playing cops and robbers next, handcuffing each other to the climbing frame.’
Lucy thought that sounded pretty good, but she kept her own counsel, knowing that she had already chalked up a punishment from Richard.
‘I’ll go first if you prefer,’ said Richard, shrugging and sipping at his wine.
‘No, you’re fine. We need to get the measure of each other, don’t we? You watch how I am with Lucy and then I’ll watch you.’
Richard nodded. ‘Maybe I’ll pick up a few tips.’
Rob put down his glass and stood up.
‘Right,’ he said. ‘That’s put me on the spot. What’s it going to be?’
Lucy could see that Rob was a little bit flustered, now that he was called upon to perform. He would want to impress Richard and that would put him off his stride.
She wriggled suggestively on her stool, hoping he would understand that she wanted some attention to her pussy.
The little shimmy seemed to inspire him, and he crouched in front of her, his mesmeric blue-green eyes fixed upon hers.
‘Spread your legs,’ he said. ‘Show us the goods.’
Lucy obeyed, parting her thighs wide until she was split as far as she could be.
‘See that?’ said Rob to Richard.
Richard’s reply was the flash of his camera app.
‘Have you ever,’ Rob asked pleasantly, ‘had a girl with such a fat, juicy clit?’
‘Now you come to mention it, I don’t think I have.’
‘I think it’s the fattest, juiciest clit in the world. It’s always so swollen and needy. It’s like it needs to be frigged non-stop. Sometimes I forbid Lucy to touch it for a few days in a row. That’s one of my worst punishments. She told me once that when she isn’t meeting up with one of us she likes to masturbate at least three times a day. Don’t you think that’s shameful, Richard?’
‘She’s a little tramp.’
‘One of the things I like to do is to get her to come in public, just by rubbing herself against a seat. She can do that, you know. Did you know that?’