Kylie hesitated for just a fleeting moment before dropping to her knees, her eyes shining with eagerness to serve. "Yes, Mistress. I live to obey your every command."
She started to pry open my zipper, her delicate fingers teasing at the metal, causing it to slide apart with a soft hiss. As I undid the button on my pants, she jerked them down, revealing my now fully erect cock. The sight of it caused Kira's own pussy to twitch, her moans growing louder as if tasting her own memory of the moment.
With her nose pressed against my thigh, Kylie's breath wafted against my hardened member, causing me to moan, a throb of pleasure surging through me.
"Suck me off, slut," I commanded her, the feverish throb in my shaft demanding attention.
Without any further prompting, Kylie obeyed, wrapping her wet, velvet lips around the bulbous head. Her warm, moist mouth engulfed me, her tongue swirling around my shaft, savoring the taste and feel of me.
Across from us, Kira groaned, her chest rising and falling raggedly with her desperate pants, her legs trembling as she witnessed the explicit display. Her vagina ached with the need to feel me, and she arched her back, her breasts heaving as she tried to escape the confines of her constraints.
Kylie, meanwhile, bobbed her head up and down my length, her tongue dancing around the vein that ran down the underside of my shaft, earning her a low growl of appreciation from me. My hand fisted in her hair, guiding her movements as I controlled the tempo, savoring her devotion and skill, the taste of her lipstick leaving a ruby trail on my cock.
"Kira," I commanded, my voice thick with lust, my eyes still locked onto Kylie's bobbing head. "Fingers yourself until I give you permission to cum. Keeping quiet, unless you're granted permission to scream."
Her eyes were pleading for release, but her obedience prevailed, causing her to fumble with her bindings before finally managing to free
one hand. It took her a second to adjust, her pussy still needing a few moments to weep the copious amounts of lubrication she'd produced while watching Kylie.
Once freed, she wasted no time plunging a finger deep inside herself, her nails biting into her flesh as she pumped in and out. Her moans grew more pronounced, every touch of her fingertips jolting through her veins.
With Kylie's mouth wrapped around me, tugging, and sucking with one thousand tiny, devilish motions, it was a masterclass in pleasure. Between the sensation of her lips and the sight of Kira squirming and fucking her cunt, my climax built and coiled.
"Kira, you may scream, let it all out for me," I told her, wanting to hear the sound of surrender.
In the split second before her orgasm, Kira's eyes shot open, wild and full of reckless abandon, her ecstasy echoing throughout the room. Her momentum built and burst, her back arching, her fingers thrusting deep, the sight of it grotesque and beautiful all in a single, frenzied moment.
The release of Kira's pleasure was the ignition I needed, and as she screamed, Kylie's sucking became more voracious. Sensation overwhelmed me, sending me spiraling into an abyss of lust, my orgasm exploding forth, my hot, thick seed shooting down Kylie's waiting throat.
In the aftermath, the room was filled with heavy breathing and a quelling serenity. Kira, her body slick with sweat, hung languidly from her restraints. Kylie, cheeks stained with my come, crawled to my side, peering up at me with wild-eyed adoration.
"Good girls," I praised, reaching out one hand to stroke Kira's disheveled hair while the other rested gently on Kylie's shoulder, the bond between us solidified by a shared experience of debauchery.
"Get to the shower, both of you," I ordered, my voice heavy with lust-induced satisfaction, my body still vibrating from the previous experience.
Without another word, Kira and Kylie hastily disentangled themselves, getting off the bed and heading to the bathroom. As the sound of water running filled the silence, I moved to the corner of the room, where my gym equipment was neatly arranged.
It wasn't long before the sweet aroma of cleaning agents and steam drifted from the bathroom. I'd just completed ten minutes on the bench presser when I heard the shuffling of feet.
By the time I looked up, Kira and Kylie emerged, their bodies glistening and wet, towels wrapped around their heads. Their eyes locked onto my biceps, the veins popping as I finished repping with the weights.
"Start gathering our clothes, kneeling," I commanded, my tone firm, yet laced with a hint of amusement watching them scramble.
Kira hurriedly padded across the room, her movement a mix of eagerness and nervousness. She began to collect our scattered clothing, folding them with the precision reserved for precious artifacts. Kylie, meanwhile, mimicked her movements, working in tandem with a similar reverence.
As they kneeled, their wet hair cascading down their shoulders, their bodies a canvas of creamy flesh and raised goosebumps from the chilly air, I couldn't help but admire the sight. There was something alluring and primal about the submissive posture they'd willingly assumed.
"Weakness and vulnerability..." I mused aloud, my voice rough, a mordant whisper. "Our weaknesses and vulnerabilities are a stream of endless entertainment for a predator such as myself."
Kira and Kylie's faces flushed red, the implications of my words not lost on them. Their eyes met, a silent understanding tracing their expressions, the weight of that truth a heavy anchor in the sea of their submission.
As I set the weights down, my muscles flexing and releasing with practiced ease, I parted the towel that covered my crotch, revealing my half-hard cock. "Someone ought to do something about this before we sleep," I said, my voice unmistakably commanding.
Kira and Kylie shared a desperate glance, neither eager to ascertain which would grace her lips with the solace of my desire. After a moment's hesitation, Kira bowed her head, burying her face in the seam of my inner thighs to seize my cock in her hand.
Kylie, not one to miss an opportunity, tentatively leaned forward and whispered something into Kira's ear, urging her to yield her position. But Kira, spurred on by the evident preference, shook her head in denial, her eyes fixed on my cock, her resolve steely.
I remained silent, letting them negotiate through this impasse. Eventually, Kylie capitulated, squeezed my leg once with gentle affection, and retreated a step, her body language expressing both defeat and submission.
Kira, sensing victory, took hold of my cock with a whispered, "With all my heart, Mistress." She began to stroke me slowly, her fingers gliding on the slick pre-cum, her motions ever so gentle.
My eyes followed Kylie's retreating form, noting the way her hips swayed as she gracefully collected my discarded workout attire. The sight fed my fiery need, the dual scenarios of servitude elevating me to dizzying peaks.
I watched Kira's lips part, and her tongue ran over her lower lip, a subtle invitation that sparked a flame within me. She began to take me deeper into her mouth, her throat clenching in deference, her movements synchronized with the rhythm of her heart.
On the other side of the room, Kylie placed the items on the bed, her eyes never leaving mine, simultaneously seeking approval and eager to please. The sight of the two women vying for my satisfaction touched a primal nerve, the power intoxicating as the pleasure mounted.
"Kylie," I said, the commanding timbre of my voice making her pause, her body tensing in anticipation. "Come here. Swap with Kira."
Kylie's eyes widened, hesitating for a moment, but she knew better than to defy such
Kylie's eyes widened, hesitating for a moment, but she knew better than to defy such orders. She crossed the room, her movements deliberate and studiously submissive, and knelt in front of me, her eyes locking on Kira's so recently moistened shaft.
"Serving your Mistress, that is your rightful place, pet," I whispered, my breath hot against her ear as Kira stepped aside, a strange mixture of disappointed longing and eager anticipation etched in her expression.
Taking her cue, Kylie followed Kira's lead, wrapping her lips around me and enveloping the swollen head, drawing me deeper as she did. Her movements were slower, her servitude more tender, as if she offered me something approaching gentleness amidst a maelstrom of carnal indulgence.
Now, with the sounds of simultaneous worship filling the air, my hands descended upon Kylie's head, guiding her speed and depth. Across from her, Kira lay supine on the bed, her fingers spearing her dripping sex, eliciting moans that accentuated the symphony of desire before me.
The vigor of Kylie's head bobbing, combined with the visual spectacle of Kira gratifying herself, was enough to push me to the brink.
"You can scream this time, Kira," I permitted, my tone sharp and demanding, as if urging her to give in to the animalistic nature residing deep within her.
The permission proved too much, and Kira shattered, her cries echoing off the walls. It was the fuse I needed, and as she screamed, I gripped Kylie's head, driving deep into her warm throat.
My thrusts became erratic as I neared climax, the heady mix of oral pleasures and Kira's self-satisfaction driving me relentlessly forward. Finally, the dam broke, and I filled Kylie's eager mouth with my release, my body trembling as euphoria flowed through me.
After finishing my night workout, I retired to the shower, washing away the grime and sweat. Kylie waited patiently by the door as I emerged, toweling off my wet skin.
"Kylie, take this key and head to my bedroom," I instructed, handing her a small silver key. "Retire for the night and rest. You've been quite the good girl today."
An expression of delight and gratitude swept across her face. "Thank you, Mistress. Goodnight."
She took the key and departed, her footsteps fading down the hall towards the chamber I'd designated as hers. Once Kylie was out of earshot, I turned to Kira, who remained on the bed, her fingers still tracing patterns on her skin while she awaited instructions.
"Kira, join me in our bedroom. We'll retire together tonight."
With wide eyes and trembling limbs, Kira rose from the bed, hastily following me to the bedroom. Once there, she stood at the foot of the bed, waiting for further instruction.
Seeing the eagerness and slight apprehension in Kira's eyes, a pang of guilt nudged at me. "Kira, I apologize if I went a little too harsh with you earlier. Sometimes I cannot resist the urge to assert my dominance."
There was a flicker of surprise on Kira's face, accompanied by a cautious smile. "It is okay, Mistress. Your dominance is what makes me feel alive, secure, and complete."
Upon hearing her use the term 'Mistress,' the guilt smoldered within me, resurfacing once more. I sighed, a mix of relief and confliction in my expression. "You know, Kira, you only use the word 'Mistress' when we're on a play right now. In reality, you're my girlfriend. If there's anything making you uncomfortable or feeling overwhelmed, please don't be afraid to speak up."
Kira regarded me for a moment, her brow furrowing. "I... understand, LJ. I am always grateful for these moments. However, if I ever feel the need to share, I promise to let you know."
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