Page 69 of Good Girl

The only person who can tell me it’s too much is Emmy.

She is the only one with that sort of power over me now.

Darcy slides his hand beneath Emmy’s thigh near her knee and gently raises it until her knee is almost in line with the inside of her elbow. I change breasts, then help to support her leg asDarcy extends the rope to create another anchor point below her knee.

I continue my lazy torture with the vibrator, keeping her distracted with my torment. Raising the toy, I bring it to her lips. “Open, kitten.”

Eyes still closed, she opens without stopping to think about my request. It is a pure response and heat floods my chest. This girl fits perfectly with us. But something that is not going to fit is the toy. The round head is simply far too wide for her mouth.

“Stick your tongue out.”

Emmy complies immediately, and the humming vibrations develop a wet, sloppy sound, accompanied by a moan from her.

I turn the head over and over, getting it wet, before bringing the toy back to play with her nipples. My focus wants to zero in on the toy, on the gasps and moans that are flowing freely from her mouth, her squirms, the vibration of the toy in my palm, but I can’t. Not yet. Soon.

Darcy has made quick work of the rope around her lower thigh, already having secured it to the back of the chair and raising her other thigh, which I generously support for him. Once both knees are pinned up and back, it will only be a matter of securing her arms to the armrests, and her ankles to her wrists so that she can’t close her legs.

Then she will be truly ready for us to play with and use her however we please.

Now that I am free to play, I think it’s the perfect time to see if she is as wet as I suspect she is. I raise the vibrator until it is barely touching her nipple, and she is moaning and thrusting her chest up toward the toy, before reaching between her legs and running my fingertips back and forth over her opening.

She immediately starts rocking her hips, trying to get my fingers to sink inside of her. Today’s scene isn’t about denial, so I oblige her and thrust two fingers in. Emmy gasps, and her eyesfly open to stare at me. My blood is roaring with lust for this girl, like a rapid current destroying everything in its path.

Crooking my fingers inside of her, I repeat the motion over and over, searching for that spot inside of her that will make her go crazy.

Emmy starts whimpering, leg muscles contracting as I use my thumb to play with her clit. I lower myself to my knees and bring the vibrator with me, switching it off as I make eye contact with Emmy.

She doesn’t seem to have noticed, but Darcy has restrained one of her arms already and is connecting her ankle to her bound wrist. No, her focus is completely on me and the way my lips are getting closer and closer to her pussy.

I haven’t forgotten what she said on Friday night about no one having gone down on her. When this weekend is over, I’m going to plan a scene that will allow me to eat her out for hours. Something with her pussy suspended at mouth height, so I can lap and lick and eat for as long as I like. I might even share her like that with the others.

Darcy walks behind Emmy and starts on her other arm just as my lips touch over my thumb. With fingers still crooking inside of her and my thumb toying with her, I allow my tongue to join in on the action.

“Ahh.” Her moan is delicious, and I want many more of them. I watch her as my tongue continues to flick and roll over her clit, my fingers rubbing at that spot inside of her. The flush on her skin has darkened and her mouth has formed an O as she stares down at me. My skin feels like it’s on fire, but I ignore it. This isn’t about me. This is about her.

It will always be about her.

When Darcy is finished with the tie at her hand, securely spreading her open for our pleasure, he goes to stand by her head. This time, when he takes her chin, he already has his cockout. My own throbs in protest against still being confined and not sinking into a wet, hot, tight little hole.

Emmy’s pussy is spasming around my fingers, the internal muscles getting tight. Her thighs twitch, and she tries to rotate her pelvis down in an attempt to dislodge me, but all I do is increase the movements of my mouth, even lightly sucking until she gasps.

She shakes her head, eyes pleading up at Darcy, her voice ragged with desperation. “No, Daddy, please. Make him stop. I’m going to come. I want to be a good girl for you. Please, make it stop.”

Darcy stares down at her, a dark grin spreading across his face. “Oh, no, princess. Did I forget to mention you aren’t on restriction right now? Come as many times as you like. You’ll want to come more than once during this scene.”

Emmy opens her mouth to speak again, but Darcy lines up his cock and pushes it past those pretty pink lips, stopping whatever words were about to leave her mouth. Her eyes widen, and I double down on my efforts, even going so far as to drag my teeth over her clit.

That seems to do the trick. Emmy arches up, riding both my hand and face, as her orgasm crashes over her. Her moan is broken by Darcy’s thrusts, the noise coming out uneven and wet. Absolutely fucking filthy. If I didn’t want my turn between both sets of her lips, I’d pull my cock out and jerk off right here, letting cum spill onto the floor.

When the riding of my face turns jerky, I straighten and can feel her wetness on my face. My fingers are slick as I slip them free of her pussy, and I bring them up to my mouth to lick clean. Fucking delicious, just a little musky.

My kitten’s eyes are closed as Darcy fucks into her mouth, a hand wound into her hair as he uses that hole for his own pleasure. Like the good girl that she has been for us all weekend,she has relaxed into the way he wants to use her, loosening her jaw as best she can and not fighting it when he triggers her gag reflex.

The tendons in her throat tense and relax, as do her stomach muscles, but she sits there, taking it, her cheeks hollowing with every thrust and saliva starting to build at the corner of her mouth, delicious, sloppy gagging sounds coming from her throat.

We have no real plans for the scene, except for following her cues and making her come as many times as she can handle. And maybe even a few more times after that, just to see her cry.

And introducing her to the joys of shibari, which will only happen if she can manage to trust the ropes, which I think might be starting to happen. If she can let go, she’ll fly. And then Darcy will know for sure that this girl fits with him just as well as she fits with Derek and me.

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