Authors Note - Hello and once again thankyou for reading. I'll openly admit to all of you that when I started writing this I wasn't really sure where I was going with it, and to be honest I'm still not. I just wanted to write a story based on a polyamorous household seeing as I'm in a polyamorous relationship myself and think there needs to be more awareness and knowledge about it. Once again, even though I have put this in the lesbian sex category there is a man present (I have put it in this category due to the fact that I feel that Annabelle is/will be closer to Rebecca than Jacob)
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Chapter Three - Two Dom/me's are better than one
I followed Rebecca downstairs, still feeling very light-headed. I couldn't help but wish that one of them, either Rebecca or Jacob, would choose to give me release. I currently felt like the entire time I had been here had been spent with me in a heightened state of arousal. I wasn't sure how long I could take it.
I followed Rebecca into the study, where she sat down at the desk and retrieved some papers from a drawer. I just stood there, unsure what she wanted me there for if she had work she needed to do.
"Don't just stand there looking out of place. Sit down." She said, motioning to the green leather sofa in the middle of the room.
I sat down, not wanting to displease both Jacob and Rebecca in one day.
Rebecca continued to collect up a stack of papers and then walked over and placed it on the small wooden coffee table that was in front of me.
"If you wouldn't mind sorting through these for me. One pile for things that we've purchased, horse feed, hay or bedding. Basically anything that we've bought for the farm. Anything we've bought for the house just put into a separate pile. I don't need those at the moment. In a second pile if you could put any invoices for jobs either myself or Jacob have done. It's normally for training other peoples horses but I think there's a few other things in there too. Basically any money we've had coming in. Makes sense?" She asked and I nodded in response. Seemed simple enough, if only slightly boring.
"I understand. Although, if I may ask, why do you need these sorting?" I asked, hoping I wasn't prying too much.
Rebecca didn't seem to mind however, "I'm scanning everything onto the computer. Jacob has a nasty habit of misplacing important documents that we need. I figured this way we'll also have digital copies that he can't misplace." She answered, laughing slightly. I smiled in response. "Right. Get to work. Let me know when you're done."
For the next few hours I sorted through paperwork while Rebecca scanned them into the computer. I could tell that Rebecca found this work as boring as I did, she kept sighing and fidgeting in her chair, but we both understood that it was necessary.
After I finished sorting through the paperwork I handed them to Rebecca. She smiled her thanks, placing them on the desk before turning around to face me.
She reached forwards grabbing my hands and pulling me towards her until I was stood right in front of her. She reached around so her hands were on the bottom of my back, pushing my hips into hers. She lent down, giving me a quick kiss. Even that small bit of contact sent my arousal spiking due to the sheer amount of teasing that both Rebecca and Jacob had put me through since I got here.
My arousal must have been obvious because Rebecca laughed before saying softly, "I love seeing you like this. I'll have to make sure to tease you more in the future." My horror at this idea must have been clear because she laughed again before leaning to whisper in my ear, "I own you. Whether you like it or not I can do what I like to you." She bit my earlobe and I couldn't help but moan slightly. She kissed me once more on the lips before pushing me away from her, giving my behind a playful swat as she did. "Go on, I still have some work to do and you're just distracting me now. You can have the rest of the day to yourself." With that she turned around and sat back down at the desk.
I stood there for a moment, one thing circling within my head. I distracted her? I turned around and left the room smiling. The fact that she found me distracting made me feel quite happy.
I checked the time and saw that it was around the time that dinner was usually being prepared. I made my way to the kitchen to see Jacob chopping an onion, his eyes watering.
"Do you want me to do that for you?" I asked, smiling at the tears running down his cheeks.
He shook his head, "No, I've got this. You can start chopping the mushrooms though."
I walked over, feeling a bit more confident than I normally would due to my good mood, and nudged Jacob out of the way gently.
"I'm immune to onion tears. I can save you the hassle." I smiled at him, taking the knife from his hand.
He looked at me for a moment and I started to worry that maybe I was in trouble again for pushing him out of the way.
"You're immune to onion tears?" He asked, looking confused. He grabbed another knife from the block and started chopping the mushrooms that were already out.
I nodded, feeling relieved that I wasn't in trouble. "Yup. I always have been. The worst I've ever had was when I used to buy organic food. Even then all that happened was my eyes stung slightly. Still no tears."
"I'll have to have you chop onions for me more often. I get onion tears quite bad."
"I noticed."
I helped Jacob prepare dinner, which was actually rather fun. I loved this side of him. He was messing around, making jokes and just generally making me laugh. At one point he held up some uncooked spaghetti to his chin and did a very good impression of Gandalf from Lord of The Rings. Another time I fetched the fresh garlic to start chopping and he put on his best Count Dracula voice, hissing and backing away from the garlic.
Eating dinner was a similar affair. Everyone was laughing, joking and generally having a good time. It made me feel very happy. Like I really did belong here.
After we'd finished eating Dani cleaned up the kitchen and I went to go upstairs. Before I did I spotted Rebecca and Emily in the living room. Rebecca had Emily pinned up against the wall, their lips locked together, Rebecca's hands exploring Emily's body. The sight made me jealous. Not because I didn't want anything like this to happen between Rebecca and Emily but because right now I would give anything to be in Emily's place. All of the teasing had left me on edge. I sighed, resigning myself to a night filled with frustration.
Emily must have heard me because she opened her eyes and looked right at me. I blushed slightly looking at the floor feeling embarrassed. When I looked up I saw that now Rebecca was looking at me also. She smiled at me and then winked before turning back to Emily. I quickly walked up the stairs to my bedroom.
Laying down on my bed I buried my face in my pillow and groaned. I wasn't sure how much of this I could take. I didn't want to get into trouble again but I was worried that if this carried on I wouldn't be able to control myself.
I stood up from my bed and made my way into the bathroom. Maybe a cold shower would help.
As unpleasant as it was I stayed in the shower as long as I could stand it, trying to get my arousal to subside. Afterwards I laid on my bed and found something to watch on TV.
After about an hour I heard a noise. I paused the show I was watching to hear better.
To begin with I couldn't make much sense of what I was hearing, then it all made sense. I could hear the slapping of someone being hit with something, and them moaning in response. Considering what I saw earlier between Rebecca and Emily I was sure the person moaning was Emily. There was a loud smack and I heard Rebecca say, "You like that you dirty slut?" There was a muffled response from Emily.
Without even realising my hand went down between my legs and slowly started to rub. I knew I should stop, that I would get into big trouble for this, but I couldn't control myself. Now that I'd started I just couldn't remove my hand.
My fingers were now sliding incredibly easily due to the sheer amount of juices I was producing. I swear I could feel it sliding down between my butt-cheeks to be caught by the bedsheets below. The spikes of pleasure that were shooting through my body felt heavenly.
The sounds that were drifting down the hall increased in intensity and therefore so did the motions I was making with my hand. Without even realizing I was now moaning along with Emily. It was like we were playing a horny version of Marco-Polo. She'd moan, all throaty and husky then I'd moan in response.
I could tell that Emily was getting close to an orgasm because she started screaming, "Yes! Yes! Oh god yes! Please!" I felt my own orgasm building up also, the familiar warm fuzzy feeling deep in my belly was beginning to take over and I knew it wouldn't be long.
As I heard Emily asking permission to orgasm my bedroom door flew open and there stood Rebecca. I whipped my hand away from my crotch and sat up, heat rising to my cheeks. I tried to speak but I knew nothing I could say could make up for what I'd done. I'd broken the rules.
"Stand up." Rebecca practically barked the command at me. I could tell she wasn't just angry. She was furious. I must have taken too long to respond because she shouted, "Now Annabelle! Do not make me ask again!"
I jumped to my feet as quickly as I could, my hands covering my breasts and my crotch, staring at the floor. I heard her footsteps approach me before I felt her slap my hands away from my body. I yelped in surprise and looked up in time for Rebecca to slam me against the wall. She used one arm to pin me against the wall and held my face rather roughly with the other.
