Page 69 of Lavender and Lightning

“I may have spent a moment getting prepared. You’re letting Lydia play this game?” Lucas says, voice growing closer and slightly edged with protective concern.

“She chose this, same as you, pet. But I’ll be taking care of her while Lex takes care of you. Speaking of which…”

Rhett trails off, and in the distance, the garage door opens. When I open my eyes, Lucas is turned toward the kitchen, his eyes wide and mouth shut tight. He’s holding a bundle of leather strips and buckles, with something red in the middle of it, the shape unmistakable but big enough to make me blush. A quick glance down his chest reveals a black ring around the base of Lucas’s mostly soft cock, and I have to swallow. I stop myself from imagining what Lex is going to do with such an accessory, because I won’t have to wait long to find out. From my position on the floor, I can only hear the mudroom door opening, then the sound of high heels on the hardwood floor growing closer.

“I’m not sure what you’ve heard, but I can explain—”

“But you won’t. And if you speak without permission again, they’re going to need to think up a new name to call the shade of red I’ll turn your ass,” Lex growls.

I drop my eyes on instinct, shifting closer to Rhett’s leg. His hand settles on my hair, a weight that helps to center me. The clicking of her heels and the padding of Lucas’s bare feet as he takes a few steps backward come into my periphery.

“I see you’re at least capable of following some directions without someone needing to hold your hand,” she purrs, and I almost feel her voice like a touch along my back. I breathe through the urge to turn away, to shift to hide my nudity against Rhett’s leg. But he hasn’t given me permission to move, and if her tone is anything to go by, I’m not sure Lex would tolerate my disobedience even if I’m not part of her game.

The sudden loud thwap of the strap hitting the ground makes me jump, and I look up in time to watch Lex grab Lucas by the neck and shove him onto the ottoman. He lands with a hard thump on his back, and he coughs as the wind gets knocked out of him. Rhett shifts, and I watch a bundle of rope, the same emerald green silk rope he used on me, sail through the air, and Lex catches it deftly. Before Lucas can recover, Lex has kicked off her shoes and moves around the ottoman, catching Lucas’s arms and pinning them to the ottoman above his head with her hips. Her hands are a confident blur, but I can’t take my eyes off her face. Her lips are turned up in a blood-colored snarl of triumph, her eyes dancing with feral delight as she secures Lucas to a previously unseen hook on the underside of the ottoman. It’s not the elegant bindings Rhett favors, more of a quick but secure series of knots that, despite his thrashing, hold Lucas firmly in place. Once she’s satisfied and Lucas stops fighting, she stands, looking down at him for a moment before her attention suddenly snaps to me.

“We’re going to talk later about what happened today, sweetness,” she says, the predator receding for a moment.

"I'm sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“I meant what happened on your way home, Lydia,” she interrupts with a little chuckle.

I flush and look away. I’d nearly forgotten about the car chase in the excitement of the last hour. A slim finger lifts my chin, and I look up to find Lex kneeling in front of me. Her smile is kind, and I can’t help but return the expression.

“You look as pretty as a present all done up like this, my lovely little omega. Do I get to unwrap you?” she coos, brushing her knuckles along my cheek.

I try to form words, but the connection between my mouth and my brain short circuits as her finger continues down my throat to my chest, brushing feather light over my stiff, aching nipple. My eyes flutter closed, the world shrinking to the size of her fingertip and the trail of molten fire it leaves in its wake as she moves lower and lower. Over my stomach, the seam of my hip, the edge of my swollen, dripping, slit.

“Did you let him fill your greedy little pussy, my lovely? Is his cum dripping from you right now, hmm?” Lex murmurs, so low I can barely hear her over the pounding of my heart.

I whimper as her fingers part my folds, my walls clenching on nothing as I inhale a sharp, shuddering breath.

“Do you think about my boys filling you up? Giving you so much cum that it drips from all your pretty little holes?” Her words float by my ear in a whisper, but I hardly care as her finger finds my clit, circling with the lightest pressure. “Because I do, my sweet. I think about them fucking you until you’re spent, and their seed takes root in your belly, and then I’ll—”

“You’ve got your own toy to play with,” Rhett interjects, the chuckle in his voice undermined slightly by the heated growl.

My eyes pop open again when Lex sighs in mock disappointment, her hand dropping away. “Another time, then,” she laments with a wink.

And why does that feel like a threat as much as it does a promise?

Lex leans in, brushing my lips with hers so fast I don’t get the chance to kiss her back before she’s straightening and turning her attention back to Lucas. She paces slowly, circling him like a lioness with her latest kill. He’s fully erect now, judging by the flushed tip I can just barely see from my position on the floor. I squeak as Rhett lifts me with little effort, settling me up against his side again for a better angle. Lucas’s chest rises and falls rapidly, his breathing loud. The muscles in his arms strain against his bonds.

“Didn’t your parents ever teach you that staring is rude?” Lucas snarks, not taking his eyes off Lex.

I suck in a breath, wincing as her hand flies out and smacks him hard across the cheek, sending his head whipping away.

“You’ve enjoyed too much freedom with your mouth today, I think,” Lex muses.

Her movements are silky smooth as she drags the zipper of her dress down, letting it fall in a puddle on the floor. My jaw drops as I take in the expanse of creamy white skin of her toned stomach, the swell of her breasts in the nearly see-through black lace bra, the garter belt holding up thigh-high black stockings. The room is full of the scent of arousal: pine smoke, whiskey, leather, and now a flood of citrus and cinnamon invades my senses. My pussy clenches on nothing even as I feel my slick dripping onto my legs that I have tucked under me, and I swallow a whine. Her perfectly manicured nails slide below the band of her panties, pulling them down and off in one smooth movement.

Lex steps forward and straddles Lucas's chest directly over his sternum, making him gasp. She laughs as she takes his chin in one hand and shoves her panties deep into his mouth with the other. Lucas gags and tries to fight, but when Lex covers his open mouth with her hand, he goes still.

“Aw, does the mouthy little cum slut not like the taste of my pussy anymore? I made sure to get them nice and wet for you on the way home. Do you not appreciate all the work I did for you, hm?”

Lucas shakes his head, trying to speak, but the sound is unintelligible around the gag. Lex only laughs and taunts him more, her hips rolling against his chest. I want to lean forward, but the touch of Rhett’s fingers along my outer thigh diverts my attention.

“He loves this, you know. Letting us do whatever we want to him, treating him like our little fuck toy,” Rhett purrs in my ear, leaning close enough for me to feel his breath on the side of my face.

My next exhale comes out in a shudder, acutely aware of the path Rhett’s fingers are taking toward the apex of my thighs. All the while, I can’t take my eyes off of Lex, her face bright with delight as she pulls Lucas’s hair. She’s moved down slightly, and I watch as she moves her hips in a slow roll, just barely brushing her core against Lucas’s lower belly. His cock is nearly purple, and his hips buck each time she gets close to it, but never close enough.

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