Divine Solace: 8 (51 page)

If she owned a corset, that question would have been
answered in a heartbeat. But Lyda had a solution. And a mandate.

“There’s a waist cincher in the bottom drawer of my lingerie
chest. It will fit you. Have Noah put that on you first. It’s soft enough to
wear under your clothes, and he loves the look. It will make his cock so hard
he’ll be trying to figure out what he can wear tonight without embarrassing
himself. Won’t you?” She reached behind her to caress Noah’s face. When he
pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder, she put her temple against his jaw before
shrugging him away with casual indifference. It was entirely deceptive, since
Gen saw anything but apathy in Lyda’s eyes as she sent him off to get dressed.

Lyda glanced in the mirror, frowned. “Fuck. I look like a
scarecrow.”

“No, you don’t. You need to put on ten more pounds, but you
look way healthier now than you did a few weeks ago. I promise.”

Lyda gave her a wry look. “Are you reassuring your
Mistress?”

“Sometimes she gets insecure too. Rare as a lightning
strike, but it can happen.”

Lyda snorted. Gen brought her the bolero jacket she wanted
to wear over the corset, and then they accessorized with silver earrings and
necklace with a tiny diamond pendant. Gen hadn’t been giving Lyda empty praise.
Yes, she was still too thin and pale, but she was getting healthier. A few
weeks ago she
had
looked like a scarecrow. Now she was an ethereal Fae
queen, fragile and yet mesmerizing, inspiring protectiveness and a desire to be
as close to her as possible. She wouldn’t share that, though. Lyda would laugh
at her.

When she noticed Lyda looking a little drained from the
shower, she coaxed her to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Shoes are a challenge.” Lyda stared in the closet. “I want
to wear heels, but the doctor says the left leg needs to be about six months
stronger. Barbarian.”

“Well, he’s probably thinking more about protecting your leg
than what you should wear to dinner.”

“That’s what happens when a man sees you vomiting and
bleeding and your head shaved.” Lyda gave a mock shudder. “I have no power over
him.”

“Not true.” Moving to the closet, Gen studied the racks of
shoes. “Noah saw all of those things, and he couldn’t wait to be at your feet
tonight. But then, when someone loves you, you always have power over them, for
good or bad.”

When Lyda got quiet, Gen bit her lip. “I know he hasn’t said
it, but I think it’s true.” Based on what she was starting to believe love was,
she was getting pretty convinced that saying the words weren’t what made it
real to the parties involved.

“You didn’t say anything wrong, Gen.” Lyda grimaced as she
shifted on the bed. The crash had wrenched her back and neck, sometimes
bringing painful twinges. Gen had learned not to make a big deal out of them,
but she made a mental note to suggest a pain killer to Lyda before they left.
She knew their Mistress wanted tonight to be pleasurable. The trick was going
to be getting her not to overdo so she had the energy to do what she wished.
While that would be to Gen and Noah’s benefit, Gen wasn’t really thinking about
the selfish side of things. She thought they all needed it tonight.

“How about the black flats with the quarter-inch heel?” Lyda
sighed. “At least they give my feet a nice shape, and they’re rubber-soled.”

“What if we use the transport chair tonight, and you can
wear these?” Gen lifted the black spike heels Lyda had been eyeing as her
preferred choice to show off her legs, scars or no.

“I’m not clueless, Gen.”

Gen blinked innocently, said nothing. Lyda’s lips quirked.
“All right, rabbit. But the only reason I’m agreeing is I want the reason I
collapse tonight to be because of what I do to you and Noah.”

“And we appreciate your agreeable nature, rare though it
is.”

“Little bitch. Come here.”

Gen brought the shoes. When Lyda extended a foot with royal
haughtiness, Gen bent over to slip it on. Then she snapped up straight and fast
at the hard, sharp pinch on her bare ass. Nothing wrong with the strength in
her Mistress’s fingers. “
Ow
.”

“You deserved it,” Lyda said. Her gaze slid over Gen,
lingered. “I like having a naked servant. I may keep you like this more often.”
She ran a finger down the inside of Gen’s thigh. “It turns you on as well,
doesn’t it?”

“Yes ma’am.” Breathlessness returned as Lyda’s finger slid
higher, teased her pussy, just a tantalizing touch before she drew away.

“All right. Get me settled in the living room so I can take
a little predinner rest while you make yourself pretty for me.”

Once she had Lyda on the couch, Gen found the waist cincher,
slipped on a robe and went to find Noah. He’d dried his hair and brushed it to
silk, catching it on his shoulders with a bronze clip. Slacks and a dress shirt
were an appealing look on him. When she sidled up to him, he was tying a thin
silk black tie. His light spice cologne teased her senses, along with the rest
of the package.

Lyda obviously wanted to heighten sexual tension between
them, so teasing touches and lots of innuendo should be okay. At least that was
Gen’s logic as she cupped him through the slacks, earning a startled look that
became heated as she stroked her way up a cock that was immediately attentive to
her. “I need help with the waist cincher.”

“I’m here to help.” His tone promised some very unhelpful
distraction.

She’d said beneath Gen’s clothes, so Gen took off the robe
and stood in front of the guestroom bed, her back to him. As he approached, the
currents of air he disturbed sent a shiver through her. His hands landed on her
shoulders, caressing. Did he recognize the proprietary message he sent through
that grip? She wasn’t going to point it out, not wanting to break the sensual
hope it created.

“Watching you serve her naked made me crazy as it made her.”

“I think that was her plan. I didn’t mind it either.” When
he pressed a kiss to her nape, she drew a shuddering breath. “Waist cincher.”

“So you said.” He took it from her, turned her to hook the
front. He started from the bottom and worked up, the heel of his hand brushing
her lower abdomen. When he reached the top, his knuckles were grazing the lower
curve of her breasts.

“She wants to drive us insane tonight,” he said
conversationally.

“It’s working.”

“Hell, yeah.” His lips curved. “But I’m concerned she’s not
up for it.”

“We’ll take it easy. Follow her lead. And our own.”

When she met his gaze, he nodded. They would care for their
Mistress however she needed care. They’d make it work.

He turned her then, started making his adjustments. “Hold
onto the bedpost,” he said. “How tight do you want it?”

“As tight as you want it.”

A muffled chuckle, and a muttered, “Yep, completely crazy,”
had Gen smiling. But she noticed he also hadn’t done what he usually did,
deferred to her or Lyda, refusing to acknowledge his own wants.

Then all thought disappeared as she experienced firsthand
what Lyda had.
Oh…my.
Their Mistress might be a Domme, but no woman in
her right mind could be unaffected by that smooth flow of motion that gave her
both the sense of instant restraint at a strong man’s hands and a heightened
awareness of all her curves. Then there was how tempting the resulting display
would be to a man’s appreciative gaze. Noah settled his hands on her waist, smoothing
over it, checking the fit. She rotated her ass against the front of his slacks
and purred, finding his cock straining beneath the fabric.

“Hope you’re wearing a jacket. Or you’re going to scare
women and children. Well, maybe just the children.”

“Your ass really needs a handprint to go with that pinch
Lyda gave you.”

“I’ll tell Mom.”

He snorted, then his mouth brushed her throat again. Cupping
her bare breasts, he pushed his cock against her ass. “God,” she whispered. “I
want you both so much. I was so afraid…I’d never have that again.”

When he pressed his face hard into her hair, she had the
impression he’d closed his eyes, caught up in the same emotions she was. Gen
had come to his bedside in the hospital as often as needed, touching base with
him until he was discharged. Then they’d worked together to care for Lyda. When
Gen faltered in worries about their Mistress, he’d been right by her side,
helping, letting her lean on him, saying the right things at the right time.
There was nothing weak about this man. Just broken in a few places, and they
all had that, didn’t they?

“Go get dressed,” he said roughly, pushing her toward the
door.

She was surprised, but when she turned to look at him, he
was back at the mirror, working on the tie. As she watched him, he slanted her
a glance, and the gaze that slid over her body, naked except for the
form-fitting waist cincher, was molten steel.

“If you don’t, I’m going to fuck you on all fours like a
damn animal, and we’re both going to be in a lot of trouble.”

She fled.

She chose a cute little black dress whose lined bodice
didn’t require a bra, and thong panties with a cotton crotch that didn’t have a
prayer of absorbing her arousal.

When they emerged to take Lyda to dinner, her expression
told them she was pleased. As she reached out with both hands, they came to
her, forming a circle. Lyda gazed at them. “Mine,” she murmured. “My beautiful
pets.”

They had a wonderful time at the restaurant. It was
obviously a celebration of what lay behind them, possibly what lay ahead. Lyda
ordered a pasta dish and gelato for dessert, even taking a bite of the
chocolate cake Gen ordered and the cannoli Noah wanted. Gen noticed they often
caught the intrigued attention of the patrons, probably because Lyda was
liberal with her touches, caressing Gen’s hair, touching her cheek, laying her
palm high on Noah’s thigh. Playing footsie with them beneath the table. What
they all wanted was the sweet touch of cream in their after-dinner coffee, the
steam rising off it like the sexual current running between them.

Finally, Lyda handed her credit card to Noah, giving him a
burning look. “Pay for our dinner, Noah. It’s time to go home.”

Moments later, they were in the car, him driving. Lyda had
Gen sit in the back with her, and she quickly discovered her Mistress was not
in the mood to be patient. Lyda pulled her over, fingers delving into her hair
and destroying the swept-up style as she took over Gen’s mouth. Gen moaned
against her lips, and gripped Lyda’s waist, wanting the body beneath the
corset.

“Eyes on the road, Noah,” Lyda ordered against Gen’s skin.
“You listen to us get hot and bothered. You don’t get to look until you have us
safely home.”

“Yes Mistress.” But his voice was raw with the thrilling
edge of male impatience.

Lyda put her hand beneath Gen’s skirt, and Gen gasped as
Lyda broke the elastic of the thong’s leg opening with one fierce jerk, causing
her no constriction as she pressed her fingers beneath it into Gen’s soaking
pussy. “Ah, there she is. I just shoved four fingers into her cunt, and all she
did was tremble, Noah. She wants to be fucked so badly she’s hurting for it.
But so am I. What do we do about that?”

It was a rhetorical question, one Lyda already had plans to
answer, Gen was sure. Which was good, because Noah had all he could do not to
run them off the road. Lyda obviously had no post-traumatic issues about being
in a car tonight. And with her fingers scissoring up inside her, Gen had no
brain cells to answer the question, either.

Lyda wrapped her fingers around Gen’s throat, pushing her
back against the car seat and tipping her head back so she was staring at the
ceiling. Lyda stroked her pounding pulse, held her collared. “Spread your legs
as far as they’ll go, Gen. Be shameless for me.”

When she obeyed, Lyda pushed up under the clit hood, causing
an uncomfortable and overwhelming sensation. “Such a sensitive bundle of
nerves. You can torture a girl like this, make her feel so aroused yet so
overstimulated, it’s pain and pleasure at once. Do you want more, Gen?”

“Yes.” Gen squeaked as the dual sensations ramped up. “Yes
Mistress.”

“Better. I’m feeling tyrannical tonight. I’ve been out of
control too long. Who’s in charge, Gen? Who owns you?”

“You, Mistress.”

“Good.” Those fingers stroked, plucked, while Gen writhed,
pinned by that hold on her throat. “Noah, she’s so beautiful, her legs spread
out like that, pretty little skirt pushed up. I can’t wait to strip her down to
that waist cincher. Do it now, Gen.”

Gen pulled the dress over her head, getting rid of it, gasping
as Lyda kept her fingers working between her legs. Lyda ripped the side of the
thong, finishing the job, leaving Gen in the waist cincher, heels and jewelry.

“Don’t speed, Noah. We might have a policeman joining our
threesome if he saw Gen like this.”

Gen managed to speak. “I don’t think Noah is into sharing
that way.”

Lyda noticed Noah’s set jaw, his grip on the wheel. “My pets
share with each other, but nobody else.” Reaching over the seat, she flicked
Noah’s neck. “I like that too.”

* * * * *

When they pulled into the drive, Gen had lost her mind to
full-blown lust. Lyda had kept stroking and teasing her cunt, and the
stimulation of that, added to her provocatively naked body in the waist
cincher, was enough to have her ready to do anything Lyda wanted, even if it
involved farm animals.

When she made that observation, Lyda gave a sexy chuckle.
“Don’t think I want to share you that way, either, rabbit. She needs to be
carried, Noah. Her legs are shaking.”

The terrain to the door wasn’t smooth. It also wasn’t
designed for the light transport chair. So when Lyda reached for the cane that
had recently replaced her crutches, Gen’s glazed eyes met Noah’s in the mirror.
Lyda anticipated them.