First came the waking up scene in Iona's bedroom, then a casual breakfast in the kitchen, followed by an intense love (or was it just sex) scene in The Queen's bed. Last week, Greta found out that even in the shower, The Queen can teach.
The Queen
took my hand in his; he didn't engulf my hand in quite the way he did
my Lady Iona's. Still it startled me. Where are you leading me, us,
my Queen?
Up the stairs
to the slave quarters. My Lady's room, my Queen?
Iona ran
ahead to her room and hurried in.
"Are you
happy?" The Queen glanced down on me even as we continued
forward.
"Yes, my
Queen. Is it weird I'm feeling so relaxed, just the change of your
uniform, my submission to you, my Queen?" I felt shock at my
bluntness.
"No, not
weird at all." The Queen kissed my check. "Sometimes a
change is the best thing for us when we are stuck in a rut or feeling
overwhelmed." He urged me to step into my Lady Iona's room
before me.
How had I so
easily slid into a title for her? My Lady. I smiled to see the dozens
of burning candles. How had she lit so many so quickly?
"Lovely,
my love." The Queen released my hand to bundle my Lady Iona into
his embrace before lifting her to his chest.
"Thanks,
my Queen." My Lady Iona lifted her head to press a soft kiss to
The Queen's lips. "I haven't enjoyed candles like this in awhile
since I've been spending so much time with Erik and Brenna."
"Erik,"
I gasped, not sure to whom I was speaking, what title I should apply.
"Yes,
our son, pretty girl." My Lady Iona smiled down at me. "You
were at his baby shower."
I nodded,
although I tried to push the boy back from my mind- how do parents do
that? Still have a sex life after children? I stood with my hands at
my sides. "Um... may I please make your bed, my Lady?"
My Lady Iona
giggled. "Sure. Once you're done, lay down on your back on it."
"Yes, my
Lady." I heard The Queen murmuring to my Lady Iona as I crossed
the room to her bed. I pulled the flat sheet tight, up over the
pillows, as part of my attention remained on my dominants. Could I
use that phrase for my master The Queen and my dominant my Lady Iona?
Were they both in the end, my dominants? I grabbed the top of her
comforter and pulled it up over the pillows. I pulled the fabric
tight, straightening out the slight wrinkles. I looked up to see my
Lady Iona on her feet and her gaze was intense. My breath caught and
I froze.
"On your
back," my Lady Iona commanded, her voice soft as usual but
holding a tension, an edge that I found unfamiliar and arousing.
Suddenly
trembling, I eased myself down onto her bed. I watched The Queen and
felt the rising panic of how to position my body.
"Settle."
His voice soft in tone but that deep baritone that had so many times
made my panties moist when I imagined it later, The Queen gazed into
my eyes.
"Yes, my
Queen." The moan in my voice surprised me. I placed my hands on
the bed, laying just as they naturally did. My legs part slightly, as
my hips decreed.
The Queen
stroked the top of my thigh. "Good girl."
I shuddered
at his words and touch.
My Lady Iona
kissed my cheek. "Did you wonder why we left your uniform off
after the shower?"
"No, my
Lady. Candles and leather don't go together the best, my Lady."
My gaze dropped to the pure white taper in her hand.
My Lady Iona
moved the candle over my breast; did my dominants like my breasts?
Our gazes locked, she tilted the hauntingly beautiful stick of wax
until a single drop of wax fell.
I released a
hissing breath; I couldn't help myself. My body went rigid but didn't
come up off my Lady's bed. I cried out at the sharp sting of pain on
my thigh. My head snapped to bring my gaze upon The Queen, a red
taper in his hand.
"Just a
red candle, just a little more intense than the white one Iona has."
The Queen brushed his empty fingers over my mons, sliding down to
part the lips.
"My
Queen," I whimpered, my hips starting to move with small
undulations. I lifted my chin, my eyes closing, as he eased one
finger into my pussy. I cried out again when wax stung me in two
spots. What did they want of me?
"Lovely,
lovely breasts," my Lady Iona murmured before her stroking
fingers across my nipples returned my attention to her face. "I
do love them covered in wax." She turned the taper over my other
breast and held it for a moment as a long, cruel stream of wax
flooded over them.
I screamed
and writhed. "Too much, please, my Lady," I whispered.
"Just a
little white wax," my Lady Iona soothed. "We won't ask too
much of you just yet."
The Queen
placed his hand over my navel and I held my breath.
"Well I
won't."
The Queen
straddled my thighs, holding me captive with his body. "But even
red wax is not asking that much." He tipped his red candle over
me.
My lower back
arched, pushing my thighs against him. I quivered with an orgasm just
out of my reach. I watched the red candle move over my chest, unsure
of what my dominants were doing.
The Queen
backed up, although he still held my legs between his straddling
legs.
"My
Lady!" The red wax kissed between my breasts at the same moment
that The Queen sucked my clit into his mouth. "My Queen!"
"Ready
to come for us?" My Lady Iona allowed slow drips of red wax to
dance with the white wax already embracing my nipples.
"Please,
my Lady," I panted as I fought my body's desire to push against
The Queen's mouth.
"Come
for us." My Lady Iona slid her kissing mouth down my jaw as wax
kissed my chest, my upper stomach.
The Queen's
fingers slid into me, stretching my pussy, claiming me.
A moment's
worry- don't clamp down on his fingers and hurt him- passed through
my head as the climax released through my body, stealing my breath.
"Coming!" I yelled. "Coming, thank you, my Lady, thank
you, my Queen!"
The Queen
stilled, his fingers in me, his mouth still holding my sensitive
clit.
"Good
girl," my Lady Iona murmured, kissing my cheek, then my lips.
I gazed into
her eyes and such a wonderful feeling of peace filled me that I
sighed to feel it. "Love you, my Lady." I whimpered at The
Queen's touch leaving me for the moment it took him to move up the
bed beside me. "Love you, my Queen."
My dominants
each wrapped an arm around me, holding me tight between them.
My Lady Iona
caressed my breast. "After awhile, we'll try red again, maybe
blue then."
"As you
please, my Lady." I shuddered in their embrace and closed my
eyes.
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