"Yes, Mistress!" Emily's face was pained as the machine hummed under her climax-sensitive clit, the dildo still rotating deep inside her. Regina turned the controls up even further, making the redhead squeal and grab the edges of the machine, digging her nails into the sides. Tasha couldn't imagine having the controls up so high just after orgasming-it would be the equivalent of sexual torture!
She realized suddenly that that was probably the point as the blonde swung her long boot-clad thigh over the machine, saddling up behind Emily. Regina licked her lips, her eyes closing in pleasure as she rocked her clit over the attachment, nudging her hips up until her pelvis was kissing Emily's behind. Tasha wondered if, because the redhead couldn't see her Mistress, Regina was able to outwardly show more pleasure?
"Oh Mistress!" Emily moaned as Regina cupped the redhead's full breasts, pinching her nipples as they rocked together. "Oh God… oh yes…"
The crop was resting on the table, as were the controls. Regina held the other woman in her arms as they rode together, her fingers twisting and tugging at Emily's nipples, making her moan and rock even faster.
"Do you like that big cock up inside your pretty little cunt?" The blonde had her mouth pressed to the redhead's ear. Tasha bit her lip, her own pussy aching to be touched.
"Yes, Mistress!" Emily's hands reached back for the slim woman's thighs, gripping the exposed flesh above the edge of her boots. "Oh God yes, yes!"
"Does it make you want to come?"
"Yes, Mistress! Oh, please, yes!" The redhead whimpered, her head going back against the taller blonde's shoulder. Tasha could see her pussy juices all over the machine, the constant rubbing creating a sticky white froth over the surface.
Regina reached around, searching between Emily's legs, and opened her labia, finding her clit with her finger. Tasha watched as the blonde lifted just a little, breaking contact between the Sybian and the woman's pussy. Tasha could see all the pink folds of flesh and a thick string of her juices running from her pussy to the machine.
"Who does this belong to?" the blonde asked, wiggling her finger over the little bud.
"You, Mistress. It's all yours." Emily moaned, and Tasha saw something that was almost a smile flash over the redhead's lips
"Yes." Regina, satisfied, used her fingers to spread Emily's swollen lips, letting her clit come to rest against the Sybian again. "I'll tell you when you can come."
"Yes, Mistress!" Emily rocked her hips, her hands still gripping Regina's thighs. The blonde pushed her forward with her own hips, seeking more of the vibration along the attachment with her clit, her fingers back to twisting the redhead's nipples.
Tasha squeezed her legs together, feeling the thick pulse of her own pussy. Her nipples were hard under her blouse and she let her hand lightly brush over one as she watched them ride, longing to do more.
"Oh, Pet!" Regina moaned, her eyes closed, her mouth open. They were both breathing hard, their bodies slick with their effort, and Tasha knew just what that felt like and wished Ashley were there. The blonde was close to orgasm and she gripped the redhead tight, burying her face in the woman's hair as she rolled her hips on the machine. "Ohhh fuck, Pet!
Regina bit down on the Emily's shoulder as she came, her body shuddering them both with the force of it. The redhead gripped her Mistress' thighs, pulling their quivering length closer. Regina moaned softly, kissing the bite mark she had left. Tasha could see it from where she was sitting.
"Oh Mistress…" The redhead was close, Tasha knew the look. She was trying to hold back. "Oh, Mistress, please…"
"Yes," Regina murmured, still kissing the woman's shoulder and neck, her fingers working over her nipples. "Come for me, Pet."
Tasha didn't know how Emily could have stopped it. The force of her climax was tremendous, a sudden flood of fluid rushing between the woman's thighs and over the machine. Tasha could actually see the muscles in the woman's belly contracting as she came, her whole body arched back against her Mistress.
"Oh, Pet…" Regina sighed, stroking the long, red hair that fell around the woman's face. "You've made a mess all over Tasha's machine."
Tasha met the blonde's eyes and Regina winked at her.
"Yes, Mistress," Emily panted, eyes still closed, belly fluttering.
Regina snatched up the crop and slapped it hard across the woman's breasts, making her squeal in surprise. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you for that."
Emily's eyes met Tasha's, the flicker of a smile on her lips. "Yes, Mistress."
Tasha wondered if she was going to be asked to be present for this second round of punishment. She wiggled in her chair and found herself hoping that she was.
Chapter Eight
“I feel so… exposed.” Ashley pulled at the hem of her short silk robe, which only came to mid-thigh.
Tasha smiled, turning from the mirror and brushing her friend’s hair back over her shoulder. “You look stunning.”
The blush that rose up in Ashley’s cheeks made Tasha’s knees weak. They had taken six inches off her long, gorgeous dark hair, so now it came just past her shoulders. Tasha had made her start wearing her contacts, too, instead of the clunky glasses-but that wasn’t the real change in Ashley. The real change showed in the way she walked, her hips swinging gently, instead of taking those hesitant, shuffling steps. The change showed in how much more she smiled, how bright her eyes were as they followed Tasha around the room.
“You’re the one who looks beautiful.” Ashley touched the curl along Tasha’s cheek, and then pressed her finger to the side of her mouth, rubbing.
“What?” Tasha glanced in the mirror. “Do I have something there?”
“Not yet.” Ashley leaned in and kissed her there and Tasha smiled, putting her arms around the woman.
“Are you ready?” Tasha met her eyes, searching. “Don’t be scared.”
“I can’t help it.” Ashley took a deep breath. “But you know I’d do anything for you.”
So true. Tasha realized it with a little twinge. “Just follow my lead and do what I tell you.”
“Don’t I always?”
Tasha didn’t answer as she pulled the bathroom door open, listening to the sound of laughter and talking coming from downstairs. It had only taken the contractors three months to finish the basement, just double the time of their claim of “six weeks,” but now they had several private Sybian rooms, along with the party room-a fully equipped, 25x12 den of pleasure that she and Ashley were about to enter and christen for the first time.
This was Ashley’s idea, Tasha reminded herself as they made their way down the stairs. Of course, she knew, if they hadn’t been lying in bed together (our bed-the bed I share with Max… she pushed that thought firmly away) while Tasha complained about all the extra work she had been taking on, Ashley never would have had the opportunity to offer her help. She agreed to assist you, not to be your What?
Tasha turned and pulled Ashley into a small room to their right. She pressed her into the door, closing them both in the darkness as they kissed. Ashley moaned into her mouth, her knee rising between Tasha’s legs in response, her hands seeking the expanse of skin between skirt and blouse.
“You don’t have to do this, Ash, not if you don’t want to…” Tasha felt her trembling.
“I want to.” Ashley’s finger traced up Tasha’s spine, pressing their bodies closer. Tasha felt the full swell of Ashley’s breasts, her breath coming faster. “It excites me…”
“It excites me, too.” Tasha kissed her again, hard, harder, her tongue pressing, forcing her mouth open to taste her more deeply. The thought of watching her ride the Sybian-of course, she’d seen her dozens of times, but never in front of a room full of…
“And then when it’s all over…” Ashley’s tongue flicked the silver hoop in Tasha’s ear. “Max is gone all weekend?”