Hanging On (25 page)

“Control,” Sophia said with a grin. “I am in complete control of her pleasure, and of mine.” Trailing a finger down his chest, her grin widened.

“And of yours.”

“I still want to see her lick your pussy.” She laughed. “Patience, Drew. All in good time. Now, head upstairs and get some ice. Livia’s punishment is just beginning.” Entering the room alone, Sophia took a long moment to study Livia. The woman squirmed, shifting her weight from one foot to the other and trying to move the leather straps abrading her sensitized skin. Sophia knew Livia heard the door open and close twice. Her whimpers increased in volume, the only speech she was allowed.

“How are you doing, Livia? Have you learned your lesson yet?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Livia sobbed. Tears of frustration trailed down her cheeks.

Sophia reached between Livia’s legs, stroking her wetness, teasing Livia to test how well she learned her lesson. Her breaths came faster, and she shook with the effort it cost to resist the lure of another orgasm.

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Drew returned with a bowl of ice cubes. They were the old-fashioned kind, two inches wide and three inches deep. Sophia glanced over at Drew, smiling in welcome. His cock hardened as he watched her tease Livia.

Reaching up, Sophia released Livia’s wrists and removed her blindfold.

Livia blinked, her eyes adjusting to the soft glow of the overhead lights. She looked from Sophia to the bowl in Drew’s hand, struggling not to ask questions.

This was so very different from the usual game. Normally, Sophia was the unchallenged mistress with no assistant to help her dominate. The chain of command hadn’t changed. Sophia still called the shots. However, Drew was definitely an unknown element. Livia trembled.

Sophia’s hand exerted a firm pressure on the back of Livia’s neck as she guided the taller woman to the bed and forced her to bend forward.

Motioning Drew closer, Sophia selected one ice cube, which she worked into Livia’s dripping vagina. Drew’s brows rose in surprise. His gentle approach to dealing with women was so at odds with Sophia’s controlled violence.

“Don’t drop it, Livia.”

Shivers ran through Livia’s body. “It’s cold, Mistress.”

“Greedy women who steal orgasms don’t get off so easily.” Sophia chuckled at her joke, a low sound meant to alarm Livia. It did the trick.

“Please, Mistress. I haven’t come again. I’ve been very, very good.”

“But you’re close,” Sophia said regretfully. “You need a distraction.” Fetching the riding crop from the edge of the bed where she’d left it, Sophia delivered a series of sharp blows to Livia’s ass and thighs. Moisture trickled down her legs, a combination of her cream and the melting ice cube.

Shoving her fingers deep inside, Sophia extracted the tiny cube, rubbing it along the crease to tease Livia’s puckered pink hole.

Her ass lifted in offering. Sophia didn’t oblige her. Instead, she took another cube and shoved it roughly into Livia’s pussy. “You have a long, long wait, my darling slave.”

Tears coursed down Livia’s cheeks. “Please, Mistress. Please use my body.”

“I will,” Sophia said. Shedding her skirt, Sophia knelt on the bed next to Livia, drawing her slave’s head onto her lap. With gentle caresses, she

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smoothed away her tears. The combination of pain and tenderness was lethal, more so when it came at the same time.

“You’re going to lick your mistress, sweetheart.” The way Drew used the term was not endearing. He reduced her to something not worthy of a name. It was exactly what she wanted, to forget herself.

Drew snagged the handcuffs and locked Livia’s wrists behind her back.

Sophia settled back on the bed and spread her legs. Livia was positioned at the side of the bed on her feet, bent over the mattress. Grasping her hips, Drew issued his command. “Make her come with your tongue.” Reaching down to her pussy, Sophia held her vaginal lips open so Livia could have full access. Livia locked her lips around Sophia’s clit and sucked it hard. That hot tongue flicked back and forth until Sophia arched, gasping.

She moaned, a kittenish sound tinged with desperation. Her tongue delved deep into Sophia’s opening, fucking her. No doubt the ice cube was completely melted by now. Lacking the use of her hands, she rocked her body to the rhythm. Sophia came in her mouth.

“Don’t stop.” The order came from Drew.

Livia gasped, losing her hold on Sophia. Sophia lifted her head to see why, and she saw Drew naked. His hard dick was covered with a condom, but his hand was on her ass. It didn’t take much to extrapolate that he had several fingers inside her anus.

“Relax,” he ordered, rubbing a hand down her pink ass. “Nobody told you to stop. I want to hear Sophia come again. Show her how much you appreciate what she’s done for you. Show her you’ve learned your lesson.” Livia obeyed, attacking Sophia’s pussy with renewed determination.

She moaned, sucking and swallowing juices flowing from Sophia. Heat coiled inside. Reaching up, Sophia gripped the edge of the mattress, digging her nails in deep. Tension built. Another orgasm loomed close, but she held it off.

Between her legs, Livia whimpered and moaned as Drew worked her anus with his fingers. They toys Sophia used on Livia weren’t as wide as Drew’s penis. He needed to stretch her, but not as much as he did. He was playing with her, punishing her for coming without permission. He was enjoying dominating her.

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Sophia smiled and let go, welcoming the orgasm that washed over her.

She moaned loudly. Her hips jerked involuntarily, seeking respite from the constant stimulation.

Drew reached forward and grasped Livia by her tangled mass of white-blonde hair. Gently, he pulled her head up and away from Sophia. “I’m going to fuck you, but not until you ask nicely.” Her eyes took a minute to focus. She looked at Sophia, puzzled. Sophia knew the likely drift of Livia’s thoughts. “Nicely” could mean so many things. The gears of her mind churned behind those blue eyes as she searched for his likely meaning. Finally, she settled on something. “Fuck me, Master. Please fuck me.”

Reaching under her, he pressed his fingers into her clit. She moaned and lifted her ass to him, but he didn’t respond.

Sophia took pity on Livia’s desperate whimper. “You came without permission, my little slave. Drew is going to fuck you up the ass. You don’t get to come, not until you’ve earned it by pleasing us both.” Livia loved anal stimulation. Sophia’s directive was her undoing. He touched the tip of his engorged penis to her puckered hole. She shoved herself toward him, lifting higher. “Oh, yes, Master. Please use me.” Drew reamed her, burying himself in her with a thrust that would have moved the bed if it hadn’t been bolted it to the floor. Livia’s eyes nearly disappeared into her head. She screamed, orgasming again. At that moment, Sophia realized she had been far too gentle with Livia. She should have chosen larger and harder toys, and she shouldn’t have eased them into her.

Even when she fucked Livia this way, Sophia was gentle, demanding her slave masturbate to orgasm.

Behind her, Drew was just getting started. His hips moved backward, and he rammed her again. Livia fisted the sheet in her hands, pulling it free everywhere she and Sophia weren’t holding it in place. The throbbing between Sophia’s thighs, fed by the sight of Drew pumping into Livia and by Livia’s uninhibited enjoyment, gathered steam.

Sophia scrambled off the bed, grabbed a double dildo, and returned.

Drew understood enough to lift Livia and let Sophia slide under her.

Positioning herself carefully, Sophia slid the hard plastic phallus into herself. The other end, she slid into Livia. A flick of the wrist, and vibrations pulsed through both women.

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Drew watched Sophia’s face, and she watched his. The whole evening, with the exception of when he needed to look elsewhere, his eyes hadn’t left Sophia. Livia was a toy, an amusement, nothing more. Faster and faster, he pumped into her. Twice, Livia begged for permission to come. Twice, she came. Sophia’s climax took longer to achieve. Drew watched her, waiting and shouting his release only after Sophia screamed hers.

Livia, not surprisingly, came as soon as Sophia gave her the command.

She collapsed on top of Sophia, who wrapped her arms around her good little slave and stroked her hair.

Drew disposed of the condom and disappeared into the bathroom.

Livia and Sophia lay in stunned silence, listening to the shower running.

Sophia would have to talk to him about caring for a sub after a session, especially when her legs were too jellied to move.

“Jesus, Sophia. That was fucking incredible. I can’t remember the last time I had that many orgasms, and good-sized ones, too.” Though she agreed with Livia’s assessment, Sophia didn’t comment.

Reaching down, she removed the dildo from both of them.

“You two are good together. I don’t mean to say you aren’t good by yourself, but Oh. My. God. I could feed off the sexual tension you two generate forever.” She sat up and looked at Sophia. “I think I’m in love with both of you.”

Sophia was too shocked to speak.

The silence spurred Livia to explanation. “I mean, together. I don’t think I’d care for either of you separately. I’m saying I want to belong to both of you.”

Sophia had always been very clear about her policy against relationships. Except for Drew, she held to it pretty successfully. With silent finality, Sophia rose from the bed and held out her hand to Livia. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

She had intended for this to just be a break, but if she kept the scene going, Livia would take it as a promise of something more. Sophia wouldn’t mind longer, more involved scenes, but she wasn’t about to take on another serious relationship. One was more than enough.

By the time she got Livia dressed and up the stairs, without Drew’s help, tears streamed down Livia’s face. She hiccupped and clutched at Sophia. “Sophia, please. I’ll do whatever you want me to do. This is what
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I’ve needed for so long, and only you knew that. You dominate me so well, and Drew takes direction from you flawlessly. Please don’t send me away.” Sophia hugged Livia, a hand cupping the head buried in her shoulder.

Behind Livia, a newly showered Drew cast troubled and questioning looks at Sophia. “Livia, I’m glad we were all able to have a good time, but that’s all this is. I’m not looking for a relationship. You know that. Put some time and distance between us. It’ll help you put this into perspective. Don’t call me for at least a week.”

Struggling to control her sobs, Livia nodded and slipped out the front door. Sophia closed and locked it.

“Do they always get clingy like that?” Drew asked from the kitchen.

“Sometimes,” Sophia said. “After a really good session. We broke her down. She’s emotionally sensitive.”

Drew chuckled and shook his head. “I was right about you,” he said as he set something on the table. “Come eat, Sophie. I made us a snack.” She eyed the sliced fruit on the platter and sat down heavily, snagging a sliver of juicy, ripe pear. The sparse offering of pear, apple, and grape was all she had left in the refrigerator. Between working, the wedding, and Drew, her weekly shopping schedule was shot to hell. “What were you right about?”

“You make a habit of breaking hearts.” He popped a purple grape into his mouth. “I won’t complain as long as you don’t break mine.” A small smile escaped. Sophia covered it with a grape of her own. “She gives up more easily than you.”

He selected an apple slice next. “I took a cold shower.” She nearly choked on another pear. The intensity of his expression as he thrust into Livia and looked at Sophia was burned into her memory.

Conjuring up the disquieting image made her wet for him. “Why?” He didn’t look at her. “Because I wanted to bury myself in you.” Never had a confession sounded so angry and bereft. She wanted to reach for him, to comfort him. She didn’t want him to feel he had to hide an emotion just because she found it uncomfortable. “Why didn’t you?” He ran an uncertain hand through his hair and scratched at the rough, pale stubble on his chin. Finally, he met her patient gaze. “Because I want more from you than you’re ready to give. I don’t want to push you too hard,

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Sophie. I don’t want to scare you away. And I don’t want to take it from you with someone else present.”

Breath left her body, but not because she connected the dots and realized the details he wasn’t saying. He had already said he wanted back-door sex with her. That wasn’t the shocking part. It was more the way he looked at her, as if he could see her secrets, as if he knew the parts she never intended to reveal. And he accepted it.

Certain a panic attack was minutes away, she jumped to her feet. She grabbed the glasses of water he set on the table and refilled them, though they weren’t empty. “I—We—I would be okay with that,” she stammered.

“I would ask you to go slow, just because I’ve never done it before.” Every single one of her subs enjoyed it. Even Christopher, who wouldn’t verbally acknowledge it or ask for it until she made him, liked anal sex. When Jonas had first introduced the concept to Sophia, she had been reticent to go there. He insisted that it was a necessary part of her repertoire as a dominatrix, and then he introduced her to a sub willing to let her experiment.