Chapter 7
Emily was exhausted. She slumped to the floor. She knew Jonathon was not going to fuck her. She ached to feel him and he knew it.
"Tired babe?" he chuckled.
Emily wanted to be in good graces, wanted to behave and please him in this game he had arranged.
"Yes sir. May I use the bathroom?" she meekly replied.
"Hmmm, perhaps. But first I think I need to see your skills again. I think you need to make Aricella cum once more. Think of it as a tip for her hard work and effort making you cum so well," he openly laughed as he taunted her, smiling in his devilish way. She loved him like that. His eyes lit up and his smile melted her heart and she knew it was all a delicious game.
"I think Aricella's beautiful titties have been neglected. Would you like to suck on them?"
Emily thought about how badly she had to go pee, but pushed it out of her head. She had been dying to see them fully, taste the nipples, and feel them in her hands.
"Aricella, please climb on the bed so Emily can appropriately please you. Do not remove your clothes. Emily must do it." Jonathon's commanding voice was like an aphrodisiac every time. It didn't matter whether it was on the phone in the most innocuous conversation or passionately making love, or as he ordered her to remove another woman's clothes.
Aricella centered herself on the bed. Her beautiful long form, perfect in every way, was even easier to appreciate as she lay back on the bed. She had simply lifted her skirt earlier when she shoved her pussy into Emily's face so she remained fully clothed. Her long crepe like skirt flowed around her and she had straightened her halter that had exposed one or both of her perfect breasts more than once that evening.
Emily, never having been with a girl in such an intimate was nervous but eagerly climbed on the bed. She slid Aricella's skirt slowly up her shapely legs, wanting to tease Jonathan just as much as he was teasing her. She was relishing in the moment and as Aricella's skirt reached the top of her thighs Emily brushed her thumbs across Aricella's swollen lips. It was evident that Aricella was truly excited too and Emily noted how wet she was. Her lips visibly as her juices seeped from her excited slit. Emily subconsciously licked her lips.
She discarded the idea of lifting the halter over Aricella's head and instead leaned into her and began to gently lick her neck as she reached behind her head and undid the top. The fabric that had barely contained her large globes all night fell in front of Aricella. Emily continued to lick and suck Aricella's neck, and down toward her luscious mounds. Aricella's oversized cocoa nipples were hard and Emily rolled them between her fingers.
She thought, as she lifted her still naked ass high in the air, I am going to turn him on so much he'll have to fuck me. Emily's lips were so engorged from their constant stimulation and her sex oozed her excitement as her mouth lowered to Aricella's full orbs. Emily, taking her time, began to massage Aricella's left breast with her right hand as she sucked everywhere on her right except her nipple.
Aricella's breathing became more rapid and she pushed her pelvis hungrily against Emily trying to get some relief from the pressure building behind her button. Emily obliged and as she began to suck the lonesome nipple, Emily lowered her fingers to the sopping wetness between Aricella's thighs. Both women groaned as she did.
As Emily plunged her first two fingers inside Aricella she manipulated her clit with her thumb and feverishly alternated sucking both of her nipples. Aricella's body writhed beneath her and Aricella succumbed to a body shaking orgasm. Emily caught sight of Jonathon feverishly pumping his cock in the chair beside the bed and she was filled with pride.
Emily was not at all finished with her performance simply because Aricella came and dove between her thighs as she lifted her legs high over her shoulders she thrust her own dripping pussy in the air tempting Jonathon, hoping he would be pleased and fill her aching hole.
She continued to finger Aricella as she sucked her clit hard. Aricella bucked against her face and Emily took advantage of the wetness spreading down Aricella's thighs and Emily's own hand and thrust a finger in Aricella's tight ass as she replaced the space left by her missing fingers with her thumb.
Emily wiggled her ass and reached between her own legs with her other hand to try and rub her clit, in an unconscious attempt to relive the tension building inside her. She had no idea being with another woman would excite her so, and she wasn't sure if it was simply the new experience or if Jonathon watching them was what made it so erotic.
Lost in her lust she was bright to reality as she felt the crack of the crop across her ass. Hard. It was more painful than she had ever been spanked and she immediately realized her transgression. As she removed her hand from her own drenched pussy she returned her focus to Aricella.
Licking and sucking her clit and lips and fucking her tongue, Emily knew her attempt to touch herself would prohibit Jonathan from fucking her right then. She worked harder to please him and Aricella and it wasn't long before Aricella flooded her face with copious amounts of her love juices. As she did so Emily felt the warm splash hit her back and she realized that in her failure to comply Jonathon had punished her by pleasing himself.
Aricella lay back breathless, saying only, "Are you certain you have never been with a girl?"
Emily lad across her, still disappointed, but pleased with her performance, and still having to go to the bathroom.
She felt Jonathon's fingers slip inside her as she lay there, with her sweat and Aricella's juices making her body sticky as they began to dry.
He knew it would not take Emily long with a full bladder and he began to zealously fuck her hole with three of his fingers.
"Emily, dear, that was the most delicious of sights. You put on quite a show. For that I will reward you with an orgasm." Emily rocked back on her knees and thrust her ass in the air thinking he would actually fuck her. Instead he began to manipulate her pussy as only he could, finding the spot only he knew was there, and as he wiggled his fingers inside she lost all control and her body rocked with the orgasm she was dying to have.
"Aha, my dear, you never disappoint. You may use the bathroom and clean up. You have a long day ahead of you tomorrow and for what I have planned, you need to be at your best."
Chapter 8
Emily showered and pondered what Jonathan meant. The night had already been so much more than she had anticipated. Carefully she cleaned of her body removing the sticky love that covered her. She realized she had left Jonathan with beautiful Aricella, but she quickly pushed any thoughts of him pleasuring himself with her, although she knew she would be hard to resist.
Their relationship was different. The ground rules different. She knew he did not love her in the traditional sense of the word, though she loved him more than any man, any person, she had ever known. He was different, guarded, and yet there was something so different about how he did care for her.
Emily had never known romantic love. She had several long term relationships, was married for over a decade, and considered how she never felt connected to them as she did Jonathan. He knew her, inside and out, and she trusted him.
He was married though. Not married to another woman but married to his life, his job, his hobbies, his things. Many of her often friends told all he felt for her was lust, not love. She knew better. While she knew it might not be exactly love he felt for her, she knew it was something very powerful. She had tried many times to run away from him, even dated some other men once. They did nothing for her. He always seemed to wait patiently for her return. She never understood it. Never understood what spot she filled in his life since their time was limited, but learned she would never question it again. She had submitted to her feelings for him.
Emily brushed her hair back and wrapped the luxurious robe she had found behind the door around her.
For the first time that night she took in her surroundings. The modern bathroom was striking. White porcelain and chrome had been chosen with no ornamentation. She considered changing her bathroom at home to something similar as she opened the door to the combined living and sleep quarters.
The light was dim and a fire was burning in the fireplace. Set in the center of the room and enclosed entirely in glass the amber light reflected on the mirrors that seemed to cover every flat surface possible.
