Leather and Lacy Ch. 05

When Marie roused from her afterglow, he took her into his embrace, kissing her deeply with devotion rather than passion. The love he held for her was intense, not only loving her and her dominance of him, he also loved the adventures she brought into his life. His voice was somewhat surly when he spoke. "We should tie the little beast up and put her in the closet. She's dangerous."

Marie laughed. "A little danger spices up life. Take your chances if you want to fuck her."

"Yes mistress. I intend to tame the little beast tonight."

"You'll fuck her tonight. I'll be amazed if you tame her."

"Let me have full rein tonight and I will."

"Letting you have full reign will not tame her. It would only get her raped. You need more than muscles to tame her... I'm not sure I want her tamed. She's never bitten me, except to raise my passion. You may slap her to bring compliance. You may use the whip for compliance and for stimulation, but do not hurt her. Take her now. I want to see lust in her eyes when you fuck her."

Passion filled his eyes and flavored his voice as he fondled Lacy with his eyes while speaking without thought. "Yes mistress." Smiling broadly, he picked up the whip, kissed it then leered down at Lacy, his voice dripping with venom. "Rise up on your knees bitch. Put your hands behind your back. Pull your shoulders back. I want to see if you have any tits. "

Seething fuming anger filled her eyes as she rose up on her knees, seeing the steel cold determination that held his intense eyes steady there was no doubt in her mind she must obey. Having no intention of lowering her head to him, she was determined to hold the whip in her hand before the night was over. Although she would comply with his orders because she had no choice, she would not be submissive to him.

"Hold your hair. I'll slap you if you let go."

Looking directly into his eyes while glaring her anger at him, she took her hair into her hands. Wanting to make her acknowledge his order, he knew she would not, knowing he must control her some other way than physically. Smiling as he began his assault, he was sure her own passion would betray her. As young as she was, he was sure her lust would take control of her and when it did he would take that control for himself.

Taking her by the hair, raising her up even higher on her knees, he kissed her deeply, but did not invade her mouth. Assaulting her with his passion, his hands caressed her breasts, using sharp pinches to stimulate her nipples into full erection. Breaking the kiss, he leaned his head down and sharply nipped her nipples with his teeth one at a time, becoming incessant with his hand while using his whip to lightly caress her body. While he fondled her intimately, his pleasure grew with his erection, seeing her nostrils flare with passion and arousal.

Smiling with satisfaction when her breath became ragged with lust, he again kissed her deeply to raise her passion. Standing up he slapped her sharply, his commands were just as sharp. "Give me your passion. I'll slap you until you do." Following her orders by rote she became animated with her mouth, but still put no passion into her kiss. Straightening up he slapped her again, his anger clearly heard in his voice. "Bitch, I want your passion. I'll have it. Kiss me right, or you're the one who will look like a battered bride in the morning."

Looking into his eyes, she had no doubt he would continue until she complied. When he again lowered his mouth to her, she kissed him with all the passion she had, her anger growing with her passion. Savoring her anger, she nursed it while petting it, using her anger to raise her passion higher; while her vagina began to use her.

When her vagina took full control of her hips, she moaned in her need, her arousal was full and her hips were fully out of her control. Gasping when his hand found her open, her hips rocked against his hand, being unable to dampen her adore, her anger rose higher. Although she wanted to keep her passion for herself and for her mistress, her hips gave him everything. As her arousal rose to passion, her vagina wanted not just control of her hips, she wanted full control of her body. Within her mind she was losing the battle with herself, even though her kiss was filled with passion, and her eyes glazed over with lust; her anger smoldered.

Stopping his assault suddenly, he stood over her stroking his erection. Smiling in triumph, he turned his back on her and walked to Marie, kneeling before her, his eyes lowered, speaking with amusement. "The little beast has raised my passion and your toy with it. If it pleases my mistress, I'll serve you while the little beast watches. She's hardly a meal. More like a snack. She's so little, I'd probably hurt her unless you take my lust first."

Accepting Jim into her full embrace and kiss, Marie's raging passion took control of her although her lust was not yet full it flavored her passion like a hot spice. Wild with her passion, she took her pleasure, demanding it, lying back with open legs, commanding his erection with her eyes alone. The look in her eyes, told him she wanted raw driving sex, being happy with what he saw, while being filled with his own lust, he wanted it calmed before he returned to his seduction, being determined she would give it all to him.

The passion he had raised in her, transmuted into seething anger as she listened, rising to fury when he said she was too little to take his lust, wanting to let go of her hair, and wanting to slap him, mostly she wanted to bite him again. Letting some of her anger vent with the rocking of her hips in her need, although her passion was gone, her arousal was still high, she knew the slightest touch to her sensitive spot would return her passion.

The call to her hands by her vagina was powerful, but not as powerful as her commands. Almost unable to keep her hands in bondage, the only thing that restrained her was seeing the full passion he brought to her mistress, finding pleasure seeing and hearing Marie in her passion as she thought to herself; At least he is useful for something. I'll put him in the closet until he is needed. I'll serve my mistress a warm dildo when she wants one, or I'll eat at his restaurant if I get hungry.

Finding pleasure in her thoughts and even more pleasure hearing her mistress sing out her orgasm, she knelt at Jim's command but did not feel like his captive. Petting her anger, she crooned in her mind like a mantra: Soon... soon.

While he attended to his mistress with his mouth, licking up the liquid of her passion with relish, he watched Lacy's hips rock in her need with pleasure, knowing he would lower her passion before he raised her lust. When Lacy caught his eyes as he looked at her, this time it was not his eyes that were hypnotic. He had given his lust to his mistress while she still had hers.

Lowering her eyes, she flirted with him through her eyelashes, licking her lips, while her hips rocked of their own accord. Radiating her new found sexuality at him, she knew he wanted her, seeing it clearly in his eyes, and when she called him to her with her eyes he almost came to her. Breaking his eyes away from her, he returned his attention to his mistress as his anger rose. Consciously raising his anger as well as his passion, he was determined to see Lacy kiss his whip. A smile of cold determination filled his face when he picked up the whip, kissing it as he turned towards her.

Glaring at her as he whipped her, she took the pain from the whip, using it to raise her anger higher; she was secure in her confidence: nothing would keep her from Marie's bed tonight. The whipping lowered her passion while at the same time raised her lust. The constant stimulation filled her vagina with warm liquid. Moaning from deep inside herself, she was caught in lust, however the lust did not cloud her mind or break her resolve.

Ceasing his whipping as suddenly as he had started it, he pushed her over onto her back. Keeping herself in bondage to her hair while he assaulted her with his passion, she tried to keep herself removed from his demands. Raising her passion with his hands and his mouth while nipping her neck and her nipples with his teeth, he demanded her participation. When her passion was full, he lowered his mouth to her vagina. His voice filled with confidence. "I'll have a snack before my meal. Give it to me bitch. You can't keep it from me."

Pleasure filled his mind as he used his mouth to take her lust. Being practiced in his seduction, he knew exactly what to do as Marie brought him a lot of woman to practice on. His confidence was as full as his erection being sure she would give it all to him. Not being able to hold her lust at bay, she let herself go completely, when she did her orgasm exploded with full writhing contractions, bringing screams and moans of pleasure from her mouth.

Sharing only the liquid from her vagina with him, she shared her pleasure with her mistress, holding Marie's eyes in bondage as she poured out her passion to her, feral lust giving her eyes a hypnotic power that held Marie captive. Being fully aroused, Marie found her orgasm with her hands, consumed with pleasure she shared her pleasure with Lacy although she rarely shared her orgasm with anyone.

Finding great pleasure from the liquid lust flowing from her, he drank his fill then crawled up to kneel next to Lacy's head, smiling down at her as he masturbated, one hand raising his lust as the other hand fondled her lewdly. Flirting with him, seducing him with her eyes, she felt powerful. Although her passion had been expended, her youthful sexuality still raged, powered by her anger. As her hips rocked she caressed him with her eyes.

Becoming lost in her eyes, his intense orgasm rose without his control as he ejaculated onto her breasts. Holding him captive with her eyes, she let go of her hair and began to wipe up the warm sticky liquid, delivering each drop to her mouth, lewdly sucking her fingers.

When she had finished, she returned to her self-bondage to her hair. In an instant her seductive smile vanished, as anger recaptured her eyes. The sudden change startled him, freeing him from the bondage of her eyes; anger filled her eyes while confidence filled her voice. "At least you have some value besides pleasing my mistress. You taste good. You were right. It was a nice snack before my meal."

Instantaneously his anger flared, slapping her without thinking, his voice trembled with emotion. "Bitch whore. I told you to hold your hair. You will obey me. You will serve me."

Knowing he had just lost control, she now knew she could raise his anger at her will. Even with her eyes lowered her reply was stone cold. "I will obey you because my mistress commands it. I will never serve you."

Barely able to contain his rage, he almost lost control completely, and as he used the whip on her he spoke with an authority he did not feel. "Fucking bitch: You will obey me because I demand it. You will serve me. I'll whip you until you do."

Struggling up onto her knees without letting go of her hair, she knelt in perfect posture, pulling her elbows back, displaying her pretty pert tits with her head high and her eyes lowered. Adding her lust to her anger, she spoke out clearly: "Soon asshole... soon."

As he walked around her using the whip, he controlled himself with difficulty, the lashes were harsh, but would leave no bruises. Being practiced in the use of a whip, he was at a loss as to what to do next, knowing he could raise her lust; he also knew it would do no good. He startled a little when Lacy broke the silence, her voice dripping with seduction. "You can rape me. Guard your chest when you do. Or, you can fuck me in service to your mistress."

Capturing his eyes with her own, she caught his testicles with her hand, pulling him to his knees while kneeling up and kissing him with passion and lust, her voice was soft and sensuous, seducing him with her velvet smooth words. "I'll fuck you so good. I'll bring you so much pleasure. I'll share my passion with you."

Taking him into a deep kiss while rubbing herself against him, her words were clearly commands, although they were spoken like invitations. "Kiss me hard. Feel my ass. It's as hot as my vagina. Don't be gentle. Fuck me as hard as you whipped me. Your whip brought my temperature up. I want to fuck you so bad. I want you in my body. I want you to taste my passion while I raise yours."

Although her words were soft and inviting, her seduction was cold and calculating. Narrowing her eyes, while filling them with anger, she spoke her commands with an authority she did feel. "Kiss the whip and hand it to me. I will serve you well with it in my hand. If you want to keep your nuts, you'll do it now." While glaring her anger into his eyes, she squeezed his testicles tighter. Seeing the cold determination in her eyes while the pain began to build in his testicles he lowered his eyes and then kissed the whip before he handed it to her.

As a single action she took the whip from his hand, and let go of his testicles. Kissing the whip, her smile of seduction returned to her face, as her aura expanded to joy she returned to her seduction, taking total control as she devoured him. Raising both his passion and his lust, she seduced him with her words as well as her lips. "Touch me. Touch me like a man. You're the first man that has. I want to feel the strong touch of a strong man. I want to be fucked by a strong man. Do you want to fuck me? I'm as hot as my ass. Feel it. Don't be gentle. Feel my ass the way you want to fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you whipped me. I'll fuck you harder."

Lust for her body, took control of him. There was no gentleness within him as lust glazed his eyes while taking his rationality from him. Being rough and crude in his feral passion, he assaulted her body for his own pleasure, while she accepted his erection for her own pleasure. While he was lost in his lust, she shared her pleasure with her mistress, fucking him for her own pleasure, while sharing her lust with her mistress. No longer a person to her, he became an animated dildo which she fucked with wild abandon. As she raged, she screamed, her entire body was an orgasm, not just peaking; rather it filled her body and mind with rolling waves of pleasure. Screaming again when she felt him swell for his orgasm. Her lust filled voice was demanding. "Give it to me asshole. You can't keep it from me. I'll take it all."

There was neither thought nor rationality within him, as his orgasm took him away completely. Nothing existed for him but his orgasm. Smiling in her victory, she let him finish, then pushed him away from her. Catching Marie's eyes into her bondage, her voice was as compelling as her eyes. "Come drink from me mistress. I raised my lust for you. I have a lot more. The night is as young as I am."

The recent intense orgasm Marie had just experienced had not lowered her raging lust which now commanded her as much as Lacy's words did. Sliding off the couch, she crawled between her legs. Drinking her lust, she added it to her own, raising both women to intense blinding orgasms. Lying back in his afterglow, he enjoyed the show, being content in his submission to both strong women, hoping Lacy would fuck him again, being sure she would.

Everyone was startled out of their afterglow by Ellen's voice from the doorway. "Mistress that was the hottest fuck I have ever seen. Please let me clean everyone. I want to so bad."

Naked except for her heels, stockings and glittering jewelry, Ellen was standing in the doorway, her clothes laying around the floor where she threw them in her haste. Her hands were busy between her legs, when Marie nodded her assent. Kneeling between her legs, she licked the excess passion from her and drank the pool of liquid at the bottom of her vagina, then did the same for her big sister. She would always see Lacy as her sister, as well as her mistress. Smiling with devotion while she licked Jim clean, he was the only man she had ever loved.

Rising up onto her knees, she called Ellen to her with her eyes. Caressing her intimately, she took her into a full passionate kiss. In her other hand, she held the whip tightly in her grip, her harsh command was flavored by her success. "Look at me bitch."

"Yes mistress."

"Bitch, do I own you?"

"Yes mistress. I belong to you."

"Kiss my whip."

Smiling deeply, Ellen kissed the whip in her hand. While caressing Marie with her eyes, she spoke crisply to Ellen. "You'll fuck Jim tonight. You'll fuck him good. You bitch will serve me, by serving him. If he is not happy in the morning, I'll tie you up and leave you in the closet. Do it now."

Being happy with her orders, she knew he would command her and would demand much. Excitement filled her eyes as passion filled her voice, "Yes mistress."

Crawling to him, she bowed her head, twinkling as she begged. "Please master. Please don't make me do this. Please." Smiling broadly as he wound his hand into her hair, his eyes sparkled as he pulled her onto her feet and propelled her out of the room.

Crawling to Marie, she bowed her head as she spoke, humor sitting on the edges of her voice. "Mistress, may I serve you? I'm still hungry."

Laughter filled the room before she pulled Lacy up to her into a passionate embrace and kiss then rolled her onto her back, looking deeply into her eyes. When she spoke, her words sparkled with excitement. "Yes micro bitch, you will serve me. You'll serve me your virginity. I'll have your ass tonight. Your ass will serve my whip and my dildo. You woman, will give it all to me. You will kiss my whip; lick my heels and my asshole before you give me your virginity."

"Yes mistress. I give you everything." As her eyes narrowed, her voice became firm: "Everything, except my slave. I own her. She's mine. I'll fight anyone who tries to take her from me. Thank you for my slave, mistress."

As Marie stood up, she spoke over her shoulder as she walked to the couch. "Bitch, give me the whip. Serve us a drink. Kneel before me."

"Yes mistress."

Kissing the whip with a bowed head she handed it to her mistress, being intensely happy serving her mistress. Continuing to raise Lacy's passion, Marie was content, her passion was full. She knew she would have to deny her passion if she wanted to taste her lust again tonight, intending to drink deeply from her pool of lust when she took her last virginity. Smiling deeply, her subtle seduction continued as she toyed with Lacy while feeding her alcohol from her mouth. When Marie pushed her onto her back on the floor she was giddy with alcohol and arousal.

Excitement sparkled Marie's eyes as she threw her a small tube of lubrication with a smile on her face and a lilt in her voice. "Grease your asshole good. It must be as slick as your vagina... Did you find pleasure in a man's rough love?"

"Yes mistress, I did find pleasure in it. I found more pleasure when he kissed my whip and licked my asshole. Neither one brought me the pleasure you do. I love the taste of you."

With a wicked smile on her face, she threw her a butt plug while issuing her orders. "Fuck yourself with it. Grease it up as well as your ass. Let it slip into your ass when you cum, not before."

Speaking with a confidence she did not have, her words were soft in her mouth. "Yes mistress." The idea of being fucked that way brought fear into her mind, however the fear turned into passion when she picked up the butt plug. Sharing her excitement with Marie while greasing up the latex, she placed the pointed end onto her asshole, masturbating while she explored. The plug went in only a short way before intense pain flared in her mind.

Filled with her own arousal Marie's voice was filled with seduction. "The pain is delicious. Taste it. Savor it. Bring it up slowly like a good fuck. We have a lot of time. The night is still young."