Chapter 47

Since I remained silent, the bindings creaked as Cinder twisted her bound arms. The shackles at her ankles clanked. After a quiet sigh, she gulped.

“Your cock,” she repeated. “Um, that’s why I’m here.”

Except as her quiet words faded, my pulse wouldn’t slow. Beneath the fingers splayed across her crimson-clad chest, her heart was pounding even faster. No, we both understood that was a mere excuse. Only to get her into my presence. Where she belonged.

When, after giving her rear a swift swat, another of those ravenous moans escaped her as she lurched forward, I grinned. Just as much as I belonged with her.

At motion in the corner, I found Mandy. Eyes wide, she was fixed on my hand as it rose once more. The way she was quivering, she was feeling the heat of my strike on her little butt. As my palm flew, whizzing through the air, Mandy’s jaw trembled.

Slap. The sting on my palm was followed by the abrupt creak of the bindings. As Cinder lurched forward, her moaning intensified.

“Louder,” I commanded, taking my hand from her chest.

“Cock!” flew from her. “Mmm, fuck. I came here for your cock!”

“Did you dream about it?” I said, while rubbing tingling fingers over their rounded, crimson-covered target. “Me, in the kitchen, pushing it between these firm buttocks. My thick length sliding along your back?”

When Cinder only nodded, Mandy shook her head. She knew what was coming.

After walking behind her, I gave Cinder’s other butt cheek a far more vicious slap. When she yelled and flew forward again, I snatched her by the hair.

“Words!”

“Yes.” As her skull bobbed, those glossy platinum tresses shimmered in my fist. “I dreamed of it.”

Although she didn’t start at my abrupt tone, her instant reply told me so much more. As I let the silken blonde curtain slide through my fingers, it was as if a catalog was rebuilding. To chart out a future path, one I’d strode down before, as had she.

“It?” I skimmed my sore hand along her shaking butt.

“Your cock.” With a moan, she pressed into my gliding palm.

“You want me to thrust it deep into your wet pussy, don’t you, slutty little whore?”

“Y-Yes,” hissed through her gritted teeth as I squeezed her hard rear.

“Yes, what?”

“Oh, mmm.” She gulped as my fingers traced upward across her bare back. “God, I want your cock deep inside my wet pussy.”

“Good girl.” I chuckled. “Just making sure.”

At some level, that was true. With my hand roaming her swaying frame, drawing out more moans, we were deepening our bargain. Every forceful press of her warm skin into my fingers reinforced the growing bonds. But it was time to carve them in marble.

With that, I reached up to snatch the rear of her stretchy top in my fists. When I twisted, then yanked with all my might, it wasn’t that pliable. With a resounding rip, it came apart in my hands.

After tossing the ruined material aside, I clasped her swaying hips. She said nothing. Instead, with her blindfolded face skyward, only moans, much louder ones, escaped her.

“Very nice,” I whispered while looking over her shoulder at both jiggling full globes on her heaving upthrust chest. Pink areolas. Darker, lilac-tinted nipples. Very sharp. Lengthy. “Are these my tits now? For me to use however I want?”

“Yes, yours,” she hissed, then moaned when I glided my lips over her neck.

Another box checked. Over the centuries, no matter the obvious, I’d learned—ensure compliance. Clarity of understanding was crucial.

When I thrust my fingers downward, shoving the miniskirt and those lace panties down her trembling legs, both of us moaned. The syrupy aroma of her leaky need flooded my nostrils. And swirled around my hungry soul.

“Is this mine as well?” I whispered, while running my fingers over the warm silken skin of her bare bottom.

“Um-hmm.” She eased her quivering rear backwards into my roaming digits. “Yes. Um, yours.”

“And this?” I slid my hands forward, plunging my fingertips into her fine hairs.

As soon as I found her hot, stiff clit and the wet seam beneath, she bucked, mashing herself into me. With Cinder gasping for air, I flashed a grin at Mandy. White-rimmed, her eyes were locked on my playing digits, easing the shaking blonde’s sloppy flesh apart. At last, Cinder gulped.

“Y-Yes. Also yours.”

I’d heard enough. Lines marked. Or rather, none marked, simply crossed. After tearing off my clothes, I tossed them aside. Eyes wide, Mandy was tracking the lengthy silver trail dangling from my achy rod. Even though I smiled at her, she didn’t react. Poor thing, after us being apart for so long, she was beyond fixated.

Right as I stepped closer to Cinder, gliding my oozing bulb into her swaying rear, she pushed backwards with a groan. When I circled her, leaving a glistening smear around her waist, she rolled her hips, trying to capture me.

“Pl-Please. Oh, please.” She gulped, then moaned when I smeared my cockhead along her roiling stomach. “I ... Mmm, I need to be fucked. S-So badly.”

Rather than respond, I took a step back. Silent and shaking, she was ready for the next phase of our little play. At my signal, Mandy rose to her feet and moved closer. As her hands raised, her twinkling eyes flicked between me and the bound woman.

When I nodded at her, that impish grin appeared. After shifting to Cinder, glee written across her face, she placed one hand behind the pale woman’s back. The other hovered over her tits.

Time and the universe staggered while Mandy again glanced at me. No matter how much she was looking forward to tormenting the blonde, I was her master. That also had to be part of the bargain. A change from the past; I’d keep no secrets from Mandy, whether she was present like then or not.

Well, other than the ones I had to protect. Lisandra would always be a special case. But somehow, with her lifting those sharp-tipped perky tits under my gaze, I doubted Mandy would mind. Hell, she’d said as much. Several times.

When I mouthed “slut,” her shiny white teeth sank deep into her lower lip. And, brilliant blue eyes sparkling, she nodded. Her tanned little body was quivering. Yeah, she was mine.

At my second nod, two slaps resounded as her dainty palms smacked onto Cinder’s skin. Even as the taller woman jerked in the bindings, Mandy drew her nails along Cinder’s swaying body. At first, Cinder began to groan, but then she froze, realizing those weren’t my hands. Although her mouth opened to form a question, Mandy’s pinching fingertips found her nipples as the other hand shoved between pale butt cheeks. Whatever she’d planned to say became cries under the playful slut’s brutal assault.

And make no mistake. Fingers twisting and tugging. Hand racing as wet splashes grew louder. Mandy’s widening grin as her eyes blazed under that mask. She was having the time of her life. Whatever the woman had inflicted upon her, as she tormented the Ice Goddess, revenge fueled her.

When she imitated what Lucy had done to her in the Vegas hotel room, mashing her body against the swaying pale figure, Cinder tensed. But no sooner had Mandy’s small hand pushed into the bucking blonde’s cleft than any shred of resistance vaporized.

“Oh, fuck!” tore from her as Mandy’s fingers disappeared.

With a scream to the ceiling, Cinder bucked into Mandy’s figure while the smaller woman’s arm raced. As she fingered the taller woman, Mandy slid around to straddle a muscled pale thigh.

Soon enough, amid her cries and convulsions, Cinder was thrusting her leg into Mandy. Together, both women’s screams merged into a cacophony of lust-fueled pleasure.

Just as Mandy froze, then shuddered, her fluttering unfocused eyes finding me, I walked closer. With my aching cock in a fist, I aimed between Cinder’s shaking asscheeks. One quick thrust of my hips, and I was past Mandy’s falling fingers, driving deep into her heated, sloppy folds. As Mandy yanked her hand out of the way, I found the blonde’s widened, tormented gate and shoved again. With Cinder screaming, I grunted, thrusting to the hilt into her.

“My pussy,” I whispered after finding her ear beneath swaying silken tresses. As my hands rose to grip her hips, she nodded. With my cock inside her, I’d give her a pass. That first time, no words were needed.

Instead, she continued to shriek as her pulsating insides clenched my racing shaft. Right then, as I gazed into Mandy’s wild eyes and pumped faster, two thoughts appeared. First, no matter what, we’d crossed another of Mandy’s lines. And second, a team had been forged.

“Good slut,” I murmured.

When both women nodded, I held in a chuckle. But as Cinder bucked once more, I rammed my cockhead into the firm tightness at the top of her canal. Conquered.