(If you read the last chapter, you can imagine where this is going, in a way...)
Sunday morning, Emma tried to kiss both Angie and myself goodbye. We gave each other a knowing smirk, then pounced on Emma. We shared the privilege of devouring her pussy and tits between ourselves. She needed and deserved the relief. I was pretty proud we made her cum a few times, and I think Angie was too. Emma opted in for post cum cuddles holding onto me again.
"Hey Liv? Can you do me a favor?"
"Of course, Em. What's in that big brain of yours?"
"Keep taking the pills? I know it's not your style, but both me and Angie need our girl to be ok...."
"Do I have to? I'm doing a lot better."
"Yes, little one. Please. You are doing better, but we both see it when you aren't ok. Just twice a day. Before bed so you sleep, and at breakfast to keep you from overthinking the entire day.
"Girlie, you're still having nightmares every night."
"Ok! I'm sorry," I replied, "I know it's probably annoying when I jump and you guys get woken up..."
"Girlie, it's not that. We'd wake up in the middle of the night to squeeze that body of yours either way! We just want you to sleep well and be ok."
"Fine. You guys win, as usual. Emma? Stay for a little while today?"
"You like it when we win, little one. You win, too. I can stay until a little after lunch. Ben will get cranky if I don't tell him about our weekend and let him fuck me as he imagines it! Any plans?"
"Haha. No. Just feeling greedy and want more time with you. I'm sure I'm not alone in that."
Angie hopped up to lay behind Emma, giving her pale ass a slap that made her groan and hump into me. I laughed and wiggled my ass back into her. When her hand found my breasts, I just held her to me, not letting her play.
"Can we just chill for a few? I need a minute."
"Sure, little one. As long as you aren't starting to overthink already. I swear we'll make sure your brain can't work!"
"No! It's only regular thinking! Promise!"
They laughed at me. Emma lapped at the weak spot on my neck, causing me to whimper. The three of us laid there, caressing and teasing each other for another little while, until Angie spoke up.
"Ok. We need to eat, and I don't feel like cooking for once. Order out brunch? And Em, you haven't given us your 'instructions' for the week. Everything alright?"
"Yeah, you're usually on top of that," I said to Emma, rolling over to face her, "something up your sleeve, or free reign this week for us?"
"Oh, I have a plan for you two! Don't you worry! Food first. And your medicine, please."
"Fiiiiine," I sighed, rolling my eyes, "but I'm cooking for once. Omelettes?"
"Oooh, the girlie can cook? Put on the apron! I don't want you accidentally burning those giant titties of yours! I'll be sad if I can't put them in my mouth later!"
"Very funny, boob junkie. You two stay here."
I made my way to the kitchen, sifting through the fridge. I smiled to myself listening to my girls giggle and rough house in the other room. Deciding on spinach, feta, and prosciutto, I went about making us our late breakfast. At least without syrup involved, this wouldn't end in a food fight in bed, I thought to myself. Finishing up, I brought the plates into our room, and went to grab my girls their coffee. Not that they needed the caffeine, they were already a bit giddy.
"Wow, girlie! This is actually really good!"
"Gee, thanks," I laughed, "I can't make much, but I can make a few things really well!"
"Very good, little one! Here, don't forget your pills."
I rolled my eyes again, and swallowed the meds she handed me.
"Careful, little one. It's for your own good. Roll your eyes at me again, I'll put you over my knee!"
"Em, you know she'll like that! I think you should do it anyway!"
"Oh stop, you two. Finish eating and give me your plates so I can clean up please."
Quickly doing dishes, I returned to find Emma getting dressed. I sat on the bed with Angie to pout at her leaving.
"Both of you go to Angie's room. I'll give you your instructions there."
Thinking we would get to have a little fun with her before she left, we sprinted up the stairs. Emma followed behind, casually walking. Once there, she instructed both of us to lean over the bed. She walked around to the other side, attaching my right hand to the top left cuff, Angie's left hand to the bottom. Grabbing a soft length of cloth, she loosely bound our remaining hands together. She adjusted the length on the restraints so our feet could reach the floor, leaving us bent over the bed, asses in the air.
"So, here's what's going on. I love being in charge of you two. At home, Ben is usually the dominant one, but he slacks off on the extent that I need sometimes. Now, I would like to make sure that if I need to switch roles, you two are capable. For the first two days, one of you will be in charge of the other. Then switch. You can decide who wins out on Friday until I get here. I will remain in charge until I say so. This is a reminder of that..."
The sound of her hand meeting flesh rung out as Angie gasped. A few more followed as she moaned into the bed. Then I felt the sting of her hand making contact with my ass.
"One, Miss."
"Good girl, little one. Angie seemed to forget."
*SLAP*
"Two, Miss. Thank you."
The next ones were too fast to count between, leaving my bottom stinging and my arousal dripping down my thighs.
"I believe that is ten, Miss."
"Such a good girl. You'll be in charge first."
Unbinding me from the bed, she escorted me to a plain metal folding chair in the corner. The coldness of the chair on my reddened cheeks made me gasp. Emma chuckled as she pulled cuffs out of nowhere, securing each of my arms to the legs. The turned her attention on Angie, moving and binding her spread eagle across the bed.
"This should only take a minute, judging by the looks of my pretty pet's pussy. It'll decide the remaining factors of your week."
"Yes, Miss," we replied in unison.
Emma wasted no time, sucking one of Angie's nipples into her mouth as she speedily worked her fingers in and out of her. Within seconds, Angie was crying out.
"Miss! I'm going to cum! Can I please cum, Miss?!"
"Yes, pet. Good girl."
