Page 73 of Wickedly Played
“Is that what you want?” My eyebrow raises. “Are you wanting to get me mad, so I punish you?”
Stella moans as her mistress’s tongue flicks her little pink clit. “Oh, god!”
“If you’re going to be bad like this, you’re going to listen to directions. Do I make myself clear?”
Stella nods her head furiously.
“Serena, spread her thighs for me like the good girl you are.”
Serena’s fingers follow my directions perfectly. I can see the other woman’s pussy opening in front of me. My girl’s mouth latches onto her clit, sucking hard, judging by Stella’s head flying back.
“Now, I want you to place a finger inside of her, thrusting it just gently enough until she starts to contract around your finger.”
The women follow my next three directions, allowing me to release the final one. “You can get her off now, sweetness.”
Stella’s eyes look from Serena to me before focusing back on my woman after Serena slaps her clit. “You know better than to look away from me when my mouth is on you.”
“I’m so sorry, Mistress.”
“Not as sorry as you will be when we go to the club. You’re going to be strapped ten times. Do you understand me?”
“Yes! I’m so sorry!”
Stella climaxes loudly throughout the bathroom, vibrating the walls. Once she’s come down, Stella sits between Serena’s legs for her to start winding down.
I don’t touch the other woman, but touch mine. My hands are brushing her wild, blonde hair out of her face. I kiss her sweet lips that are covered in Stella. “Ladies, I brought some fruit and champagne for you all.”
After feeding both of them a couple of strawberries, I pour some champagne into their mouths. Serena’s lips pucker at the taste of the expensive booze when it touches her taste buds.
“Is the water still okay for you?”
“It is cooling off,” Stella’s little voice rings out.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
STALKER
I’m fucking livid.
Her precious bodyguard doesn’t think I have her house wired with cameras and audio. How dare he think he can control Serna like this? He was about to deny her an orgasm until she told him she was his. She’s mine. I’m fighting the urge to burst into the house and shoot him in the fucking head.
I’m pacing outside of her backyard over and over, fighting my urge.
Hmmm.
I have the best idea ever right now. I find the recording of Serena’s conversation with Stella, and then I find Stella’s boyfriend’s number to send him the recording.
DUMBASS #2: Who is this?
ME: Call me a friend
DUMBASS #2: Why are you sending me this?
ME: The bodyguard needs to go. He’s trying to take both women
DUMBASS #2: Wait… who are you?
ME: You are about as worthless as her bodyguard.
