Divine Solace: 8 (42 page)

“Do it,” Lyda said, her voice getting that cool tone that
sent shivers all the way down Gen’s tailbone to spread out like an upside-down
butterfly through her buttocks.

Gen slid her fingers along Lyda’s neck, under her hair.
Full, lips-on-lips, mouths opening, tongues tangling, pushing against each
other, delving deep. Lyda snagged her belt loop with her thumb to bring Gen’s
pelvis against hers, initiating a nice, firm stroke of mound against mound.
Then she gripped Gen’s ass, increasing the pressure of that friction. Gen
lifted up on her toes so her nipples made direct contact with Lyda’s, both of
them getting tighter and harder. It was still different to her, feeling that
female mirror of her own responses, but that surge of pleasure, knowing she had
the ability to increase someone else’s desire, that was the same, male or
female.

As Lyda pushed Gen against the bridge railing, her leg
insinuating between both of Gen’s, Noah slid behind them, bearing suitcases. He
paused long enough to drop a kiss on Lyda’s shoulder, close to her neck where
the T-shirt she was wearing bared soft skin. Gen caught his silky hair, giving
it a tug. It had fallen over his shoulder so she was able to pull the tie
loose, send it all spilling forward. She glimpsed a brown eye full of heat
beneath the fine strands before he shook it back and continued on his appointed
task to carry things inside.

It was going to be a damn good vacation.

* * * * *

The inside was small but charming, embellished with touches
that reflected the mountain surroundings. A fake bearskin rug made of stuffed
animal plush had a whimsical black bear’s head and felt claws that jutted out
of the fuzzy black feet. Gen loved the feel of it on her bare feet when she
slipped out of her shoes. Noah put Lyda’s suitcase in the bedroom, his and
Gen’s belongings in a corner next to the sleeper sofa. It was an automatic
assumption that their Mistress would take the bed, inviting them into it at her
discretion.

Such subtleties were things Gen now accepted as much as he
did. Lyda was making a circle of the place, and appeared as pleased as Gen with
their accommodations. She also appeared to be considering something. As she
moved toward her bedroom, Lyda picked up the bear rug, took it with her. Gen
saw there was another one in there as well, a brown bear. Lyda picked it up
also and then spread both on the bed, running her hands over them.

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?”

He made an agreeable noise. The way he was moving his head,
the force he was using, was obviously rubbing the base of the strap-on against
Lyda. Rotating her hips, she drove herself deeper into his mouth until she had
it in to the hilt. Slowly she pulled herself free, tightening her fingers in
his hair to hold him still.

“Put more sauce on it.” Her attention shifted. “Your turn,
Gen. Get over here and drop to your knees. Noah will lube you up while you
prove if you can suck me just as good as he can.”

Noah took Gen’s hand to ease her down to her knees, his
normal courtesy, though the press of his hand, that light in his eyes, reminded
her he was going to spank the shit out of her and fuck her. And it all turned
her on.

He put more chocolate sauce on the dildo, then gestured, a
nonverbal warning to move quickly before it dripped. The dildo jutted forward,
shaped true to life and feeling that way as well as Lyda thrust it between
Gen’s lips. She tasted the chocolate, closed her mouth fully around the shaft.
It was unbelievably erotic, the mix of messages. Those delicate lace red
panties, the fragrant smell of Lyda’s pussy and chocolate, the forceful thrust
of a cock into her throat.

Noah’s hands coursed over her buttocks, cupping and
squeezing, a mute command for her to rise off her heels, balance herself
against Lyda’s bare thighs. He nudged the edge of the panties aside and
inserted the tip of the lube into her, squirted. He followed it up with his
fingers, a sure, decisive penetration that had Gen’s pussy dripping as she
thought of how he was going to put himself inside her here. Lyda was going to
allow it, order it, while fucking Gen face-to-face.

She’d had two-men fantasies before. She’d never considered
the erotic possibilities of a male-female combination, but those ideas were
spinning through her mind now.

Lyda drew the dildo from between her lips. Noah kept teasing
Gen’s rim, fingers still thrusting into her. His thumb slid down, pressed into
her pussy and she moaned again, fingers flexing against Lyda’s thighs.

“She’s going to be a nice, tight fuck for you, Noah.” Lyda
probed the bra cups, catching Gen’s nipples in a pinch between thumbs and
forefingers. “There are clamps and a chain in that tote bag, but right now I
want the pleasure. Is that tight enough to hurt?”“

“Yes Mistress.” Gen gasped as Lyda exerted upward pressure.

“On your feet.”

Gen managed it with the rough tug. Lyda used that same
nearly painful grip to pull her into the bedroom, position her at the foot
board. Gen’s buttocks rubbed against one another, letting her feel the slippery
lube Noah had applied so generously. When Lyda let go of her, her nipples
tingled. The Mistress moved away to stretch out on the bed in front of Gen. She
held herself on her elbows, her hair cascading down to the pillows. The
strapped-on phallus jutted upward, one of Lyda’s knees bent and rocking idly as
Gen stared at her, hungry. There was dampness on the crotch of her Mistress’s
panties.

“Brace your hands on the bed on either side of my right
foot, Gen. Put your mouth on the top of it and keep it there. Ass up. Don’t
lower it.”

She heard Noah behind her. He ran his palm along her
buttock, toyed with the lavender bow. She trembled when he pulled it loose. His
fingers played down the seam of her ass as the lacings parted.

“Legs apart.”

She adjusted, and the barely there garment drifted down her
thighs. Noah removed it with deceptively gentle hands. A moment later she
jerked as he gave her a hard smack, making her ass cheek wobble and nerves
sing.

That wasn’t the only thing the force of his blow made
wobble. She saw her Mistress’s eyes rivet on her breasts, nipples jutting over
the lace edge of her bra in her supplicant position.

His next swat was directly on her pussy. She made a soft
cry, her lips working against Lyda’s foot. Her gaze flicked up to see their
Mistress studying her reaction as well as Noah’s, outside of Gen’s view.

“He’s meaner than he looks, isn’t he? Are you ever going to
try to take advantage of him again when it’s not by my direct order, Gen?”

She thought of him on the floor, his hands bound on the
spreader bar, the way he’d looked at her. “Maybe,” she admitted, panting. “He’s
hard to resist teasing.”

“An honest answer. Sounds like you’ll have the chance to
punish her again, Noah.”

“Good.” His voice was full of male satisfaction. He smacked
her again, and Gen felt her pussy throb. She wanted him to hit it, hit her ass
again. She wanted it to sting, get lost in this. She was lifting her ass
higher, sending that message, and he obliged. He kept going, began to do it
faster, more consistently, until she was crying out, quivering at the pain. The
more he did it, the more fervently she pressed her mouth to their Mistress’s
foot. When Lyda’s foot shifted, her leg rocking so her hips rolled open wider,
Gen put her mouth on the arch, then the sole.