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That Night, at the Beach House

(Azina, Lia, and Meghan)

“Fuck. So greedy. Get it all, Meghan.” Lia’s eyes flashed and she shifted her back on the headboard, her long legs wide and glistening. “Azina, you better fucking get in there.”

Zi moaned something I couldn’t understand, her mouth full and busy and so close to mine. Licking every fucking inch of that pussy. Lia’s tight hands in our hair a constant reminder that we better fucking please her, and please her exceedingly well.

My cheek pressed hard against Zi’s body and we took turns, huddled together and straining,  Lia’s warm thighs rubbing us as we jostled for a taste between her legs. Back and forth, front and bottom our tongues slid around Lia’s dripping pussy, stopping every few licks or so to slip inside her. Zi’s occasional deep moan would set me off into a licking frenzy and I had to stop myself from closing my eyes; it was too easy to lose myself in the sensations of Lia’s body.

She tasted so good.

So. Good.  

Sometimes, when our frantic tongues managed to touch Lia at the same time, Zi would turn to kiss me, her eyes dark with lust and her face glistening and her lips swollen and wet… every inch of us slick. For a few moments Lia would allow it and hold our heads together as we kissed, inches away from her arousal, the heat spurring us on and making us hotter as we delved into each other, but then Lia would make a noise and her grip would tighten and it was time to get back to work.

Goddamn, it was so intense I couldn’t control myself, lost in the sights and smells and sounds of Lia and Azina. Just, motherfucking dizzy with it.

Lia’s hand on my head tugged, lifting me away and I whimpered, straining to get back.

“You want more, Meghan,” she asked softly, red lips parting, dark eyes drinking me in.

I nodded, my desperate gaze moving to Zi’s tongue thrusting inside Lia. I moaned, not caring how it sounded. “Please. Lia let me go back.”

“You can do better than that. Open that pretty mouth of yours and beg me, Meghan.”

I looked at her, stricken and aroused beyond belief and those red lips of hers curved.

“Beg,” she whispered.

My pussy clenched, making me whimper, the thrill traveling back and forth, fucking melting the last thread of resistance from me. Lia caught it, seeing the remaining shreds of my will crumbling. Her mouth twitched and she raised an exquisite eyebrow, waiting for it.

I shuddered. “Please… Ms. Onyx. Please let me lick you.”

There was a glint in her eye and she pressed Zi’s head harder into her wetness, hips moving as she rubbed herself along Zi’s face. Oh, God damn. Lia fucked Azina’s face as she watched me beg to join in. As she watched me beg to pleasure her.

“Do you want it, Meghan?” Her eyelids flickered heavy as Zi found a spot and I moaned out loud, desperate.

“My god, please let me go back.” My voice was high pitched then low and shivering and fuck… please Lia.

Please.

She chuckled. “Make it worth my time, Meghan. Don’t forget to thank me,” she said and let go of my hair. I dove in, interrupting Zi but not really caring, getting my mouth and nose full of Lia. I heard Lia moan, and Zi lowered to lick my chin where Lia’s juices were dripping. So incredible… I could stay here forever.

“Meghan,” I heard Lia’s voice above me.

“Thank you Ms. Onyx, “ I said into her wetness, shuddering as her hand lowered to  stroke my head.

“Good girl,” she sighed and I moaned, sticking my tongue further inside her. Giving her everything.

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“Azina, come here.”

The words didn’t register, so deep I was in the wet depths of Lia’s flesh until I felt Zi’s skin lift from mine as she crawled away.

I moaned, flicking my tongue faster. Desperate for every sigh, every quiver Lia gave me.

Hard fingers pressing on the back of my head meant to hold that spot. Hold it right…

There.

So I did, concentrating on keeping the pace, glancing up only once and seeing Lia’s mouth on Azina’s breast, her hand on the other one, kneading, giving a hard twist of the nipple and Zi’s mouth opening, her head back and her hands down at her sides, clutching sheets… and for perhaps the twentieth time that night I had another mini-orgasm. My hand snuck down, just to feel.  Only for a second.

“Meghan,” Lia’s voice called above me, “I will add another fucking lash.”

I moaned, kind of suddenly enjoying the idea and I felt their interest rise. “Ready to step it up, are we Meghan?” I didn’t answer and her voice lowered. “Azina, get the crop.”

“Yes, Lia,” Azina said and the bed shifted as she went to the dresser.  I watched Zi take the black, leather wrapped riding stick from the top of the dresser.  I’ve never really thought about having this type of sex, but here I was… wanting it.

I felt Lia’s regard on me and my eyes slid to her.

“Who told you to stop?”

Oh god.  I shook my head and lowered it back between her thighs. My tongue sliding back and forth until her hips lifted and I knew that was the spot and then I fucking feasted, gorging on her moans and the choking, thrilling fear of knowing Azina was behind me, crop in hand.

Fuck, I was so turned on, my ass in the air and my legs spreading and I heard Zi chuckle, tracing the inside of my thighs, cold leather seeking higher. I arched but Zi, the fucking tease, inched it away and I thrust my hips back, trying to feel it press harder against my sex while keeping my mouth obediently occupied.

It didn’t work, and I lost the pace. Lia gave me a stern noise and the crop hit my ass.  “Concentrate,” Lia said to me and I nodded, my tongue inside her, the smack on my ass sending all sorts of delicious vibrations straight to my pussy. Zi’s hand touched where the crop hit and I shuddered. Jesus, why does that feel so good?

I must have spaced, lost inside this new feeling because I heard Lia sigh again. “Meghan,” she said calmly, and Zi gave me two hard smacks on either cheek.

“Ow,” I said, my voice muffled and I tried to turn around but Lia’s hand slipped into my hair.

“You’re not learning,” Zi’s voice whispered, close and sudden into my ear. I nodded vigorously, tongue lapping but the crop resting on my ass was distracting as all fuck. The swats didn’t hurt too bad, it was more jolting than anything. But the vibrations, the ripples of pleasure radiating from that point, now that was fucking…

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Thwack!

Holy shit! I tried desperately to squirm away from the smacks on my ass but Azina had the aim of a fucking eagle, landing square on my ass. Lia’s hand on my hair didn’t tighten and, fuck me, I didn’t attempt to get away. I licked her harder, better, but the smacks kept coming.

Fuck it hurt. I closed my eyes, concentrating on working Lia’s clit, the sensations of pain and the smell, the taste of Lia, growing inside my mind. Pain and pussy becoming my world and I finally stopped struggling, letting Azina do what she will and pressed my face into Lia so she could ride it. So she could fuck it and she hissed, her hand tightening as her hips moved — pussy rubbing up and down my face and the whip, shit the whip still punishing and the noises I didn’t know I was making getting louder, louder and then I was screaming…

Screaming into Lias pussy as she fucked my face and Azina spanked my ass. Oh, fuck. Oh God it was all too much and at the same time, not enough. I wanted more. I needed more — my pussy desperate, crying for the slightest touch but all I got was Azina’s lessons driving the point home and Lia’s pussy pounding my face and then suddenly…

Suddenly, that was more than enough.

I came hard, jerking silently and heard Lia’s whispered, “Fuck, Meghan. Yes,” as her muscles twitched under my tongue, bathing it anew and I lapped it like it was nectar. Like it was priceless and her approving moan slowed the smacks at my backside until I gave one last lick and pulled away, breathing hard, my head resting on Lia’s trembling thigh.

Zi ran the crop up my spine, stopping to tap on the nape of my neck. “Excellent, Meghan,” she whispered and Lia shifted, her head tilting as she contemplated Azina.

“Your turn,” she said and I felt Azina shiver against my hip.

“Yes, Lia.”

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The metal rings tied with red velvet above the headboards were not purely decorative. In fact, they seemed to fit Azina’s arm span perfectly.

I swallowed. Lord help me, but the sight of Azina naked and tied, the hair tucked away to expose length of her golden back, her arms spread and wrapped with red at the wrist, head bent so only shadows of her face were seen, breath even and calm and… waiting, calmly waiting — was the most beautiful moment I’ve ever witnessed. Living fucking art.

A masterpiece.

Another shiver ran through me, and I had trouble closing my mouth. Trouble keeping silent the low moans that threaten to come out of me. The way the rings held her arms taut. The height of them making her strain to keep her knees on the bed. The way her ass…

Oh Lord, that ass.

The way her ass, unveiled and unprotected, invited exploration and promised untold pleasures.

Lia stood next to me, regarding her work after reassuring the strength of her knots. “Sometime she fights it,” Lia murmured absently, and I nodded dumbly, my heart beating out of my fucking throat.

Jesus, God.

She handed me the crop. “Would you like to go first?”

I stared at her.

Stared at the crop in my hand.

My enrapt gaze moving to Azina, consuming the vision of her tied and powerless and wanting… I closed my eyes, the heated rush of desire making me waver where I stood.  Making me tremble. Finally, I nodded and Lia tilted her head toward perfection, waiting.

“Well?” Lia murmured, lips twitching.

The wooden headboard was pressing tight against Zi’s torso, and it wasn’t until I came closer that I saw the curved indentation at the top were… Jesus, they were holding, cupping Azina’s breasts so they strained upwards and taut, enough that any movement down was simply not an option. Neither was left nor right, the only direction available was up, exposing herself further, making herself more vulnerable and fuck me…

Yes.

Yes. I wanted this.

My hand went into her hair and she opened her eyes, shuddering. I pulled her head back, pulling her downward and the barrier of the headboard made her hiss, made her strain up and against my fist in her hair.

“Azina,” I whispered, taking my time with it. “Azina, you never told me your safe word.”

Her legs and neck were trembling, straining against my demanding hand and yet her eyes were clear when she looked at me.

My hand left her hair and grabbed a nipple, rolling it between my fingers.

“It’s Unicorn,” she said hoarsely, hips moving as I let the crop trail her calves. As I tugged the aching breast in my hand higher, so she had to raise up from her stance, crouched feet trembling as she exposed more of her skin. I flicked the back of her knee and she reflexively jerked, my other hand on her breast holding her hostage.

“I think, Azina,” I said, watching the expressions crossing her face, “I think I’m going to have a knack for this.”

She shuddered, a small smile on her lips and her head lowered. “Fuck yes, Meghan.”

The crop didn’t do much damage, but it was the small torments that drove Azina to distraction. I lost myself in it, devising ways to make her squirm or twist or, better yet, jerk in surprise.

Fuck, I loved surprising her.

My mouth and the crop became partners as I worked each side of her body, whipping down the length of her back and then kissing it. Licking it. Biting it. Whipping some more. Ignoring her ass because I knew she wanted it there.

She wanted it bad.

Fuck, I made myself not look directly at it, concentrating on her back, her shoulders and every time her hips moved even remotely sensually I would kiss her so very tenderly between her shoulders.

So tender.

Her anger grew, slow at first but once she saw my plan, my goal to tame her with kindness, to fucking tenderize her, her eyes turned stormy and dark and fuck, she was beautiful.

“Fuck. You are so hot angry, Azina,” I murmured in her ear and she shuddered, remembering.

I lowered the leather crop, slipping it between her legs. “Yes. That feels good, doesn’t it Zi?” Her eyes closed and she trembled, letting me work the whip around her slickness. I stopped and her eyes opened slowly.

“Now, you do it.”

Her hips moved, gingerly at first, but I held the crop steady and Zi’s head fell back as she rubbed her clit along the stick. Breath unsteady and arms outstretched and her head back, eyes looking to the heavens.

“Azina,” I whispered, just out of fucking words. Too beautiful. Too fucking beautiful for any words.

She was close and I smiled at her, wrapping my hands back in her hair. “You didn’t think it’d be that easy, did you?”

I lowered the stick, just an inch but it may as well have been a mile and she groaned, straining to meet it, her chest reddening and her nipples about to turn crystal, they were that hard.

Spec-fucking-tacular.

I raised it again, not all the way but brushing her slit and her hips moved, frantically hitting a rhythm and I whispered evilly. “I’m going to move it away again, Zi.” She shook her head but I ignored her and lowered the crop, just a bit. Just enough to see her ache for it.

Again and again I did it until she was only a few strokes from orgasm, shaking and wet and then I felt Lia’s hand on the back of my neck.

“Kneel, Meghan.”

“Yes, Lia,” I said automatically and did, her hands wrapping once more in my hair and pulling me to her pussy, hot and wet as she laid back onto the bed.

I ate her in silence, fully concentrating on her pleasure and when she was close to climax I rubbed my face in her, the way I knew she liked and her hiss became moans that turned into a high-pitched scream, her grip pulling me in, almost tearing my hair by the roots and I smiled into her. Loving it.

Beside us, still tied and facing the wall, Azina gave a low groan and Lia’s eyes cut to her. She pulled me up and kissed me, thoroughly kissed me and then lay me on the bed.

“Stay there,” she said, smiling wickedly as she rose to untie Azina.

“Payback time,” she whispered to Zi and they both turned to looked at me and I swallowed. As soon as she was free Zi rotated her stiff arms, not taking her eyes off me, not for one fucking second.

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Hours, or maybe days Zi teased me — licking me, fingering me, biting me. Not letting me cum. Though I begged, oh fuck I begged with Zi ignoring me and Lia on the bed beside us both, watching. Drinking it in.

Occasionally, Lia would brush her hand along my skin and I would jerk, as if scorched, and Zi’s eyes would find Lia’s and they would share a moment and then Lia would shake her head.

Zi would nod and the sweetest torture would continue, and once again I would be swept under the wave of painful pleasure of Azina’s attention.

Finally there was a moment I missed, or maybe they both just knew it was time because Azina and Lia stood in unison. Eyes on each other.

“Now,” Azina asked and Lia raised her head, considering.

“Yes, Azina. I think, now.”

Zi nodded soberly and walked back to the floor by the bed where the balled leather strap had rolled and she handed it to Lia.

Lia took it, unrolling it slowly and by herculean efforts my hands stayed right where they were. She looked at me and I gasped, her beauty cutting.

“Yes, Lia,” I said, though she hadn’t given me a command.

But… hadn’t she, though?

“Cover her Azina,” she said and then Zi was on top of me, pulling me back down on the bed and her knee spread my thighs.

“Trust me,” she said, her face over mine. She smiled softly and I nodded my head, not quite knowing…

And then the first blow came and Zi twitched, eyes closing.

Holy Shit.

Holy. Shit.

Again, and Zi hissed, head lowering next to my cheek. Another lash and Azina’s hips began moving… shit. Her leg pressing against my wetness, against the clit she mercilessly teased for hours and…

Another hit and we both gasped, her from pain and me from pleasure but it all flowed together and Zi’s mouth met mine and she kissed me, hard and desperate and I felt each of the blows through those lips.

Every fucking one.

Her hips never stopped fucking me, the strap landing faster and faster yet her pace stayed the same, eyes looking into mine.

When her tears began to fall my trembling hand raised to catch them.

Is this how you’re able to feel? 

Azina, are extremes all that can move you?

Never once did the strap touch my skin, Zi covering me and Lia’s hand practiced and sure. I saw the moment coming in her eyes, the way her skin rubbed quicker against mine. She pressed harder between my legs and I let go, accepting it. Accepting her. The flicker of her eyelids told me she noticed and she kissed me again, shifting… shifted again. Oh. Yes, pleaserightthereohgod…

I came hard, the pleasure close to pain it was so intense, my mouth making wordless noises as I writhed under her, as my skin slid under hers and yet Zi shifting, holding me safe while the lashes rained down on her until my orgasm slowed.

The whip stopped and Zi lowered her head, trembling into my shoulder. Lia came closer and I felt her spread Zi’s legs.

“Now, Azina,” Lia commanded and Zi shook, bucking hard, the orgasm overtaking her. The waves overcoming her and through it all she kept her eyes open.

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Afterwards, Lia pulled out a jar of thick cream and together we rubbed it along Zi’s thick welts. She lay still and spread languidly along the bed, a blanket tucked under her hips and a small smile on her face as we gently worked her skin.

I found myself tracing the same lines on her back, over and over, mesmerized. My finger pressed down and Zi’s eyes fluttered slightly. More, and her breath hitched and I leaned over, kissing one, my lips tracing the raised edge.

Zi half rolled to her side, arm on her head.  “Do you like them Meghan?”

I nodded and she smiled, returning to her spread position. “Do you want one,” she asked, eyes closing as she sighed, Lia’s hands resuming their massage.

“No…” I started, then touched another line. “I don’t know, Zi,” I whispered and she chuckled lowly.

“Well, when you do know…”

I nodded, not looking at Lia.

Together we resumed rubbing Azina’s skin, until her body was red and glistening and she was breathing contently, her eyes closed. Lia closed the jar’s lid and I looked at her, not knowing what to do.

Not daring to expect… but sort of hoping? Or not? I don’t know.

Fuck. “Okay. Let’s just do it,” I said and Lia’s lips twitched.  I flushed, looking away.

She traced a line on Zi’s skin, not taking her eyes off me, even when Zi hissed and her ass rose.

“Fuck, Meghan. You think you won’t beg for it at the end?” I shivered and her eyes bore into mine, the strap wrapping around her hand. I stared at it and she wrapped it slower, “When I’m done with you, you will be begging to feel the kiss of my lash on your skin. And, Meghan…”

She smiled, and it was not a particularly kind smile.

“You are absolutely going to love it.”

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