My Best Friend's Girlfriend Ch. 10

"Who?"

"Reyna."

"I guess so, why?"

"Willing sex slaves?" she asks.

I down my glass, get up, and pour myself another one. "That's hard to say. I don't think they willingly go to her. I think she takes people. It may be seduction, but they don't know what they're getting into. They don't know what they're signing up for." I sit down next to her. She's still trying to work out the whole thing in her mind. I keep waiting for her to beg me to call Reyna and let Reyna enslave her. I look at June and see she's afraid of the same thing.

"Right, but then afterwards," she starts. "After she does that thing with her eyes, then they want to be her sex slave, right?"

"I guess so."

"Wow," she says. I can't tell if it's admiration or terror in her voice.

"Sandra, she's a terrible person. Even if someone signs up for this, it shouldn't be celebrated."

"But if people want that ..." she starts.

"No. Even if people want to commit suicide, we don't celebrate the person who helped them do it. Sometimes people want the wrong thing, and that's how it is with Reyna."

"I know. You don't need to raise your voice at me. I could see how she treated Maria. That can't be good."

"She tossed me aside like I was nothing when she was done with me," adds June. "Serving Reyna felt amazing, but it left me hallowed out. There is some part of me that's gone now. It belongs to Reyna, and I'll never get it back." I reach over and squeeze June's hand. She's never talked about her time with Reyna to me, and it kills me to hear how heavy the darkness is that she carries with her because of Reyna.

"I'm not saying I want to serve Reyna," says Sandra. "You both can calm down. I just didn't know it was possible, you know? Like, it's always a fantasy, but then you hear about people actually living it out and it's amazing and terrifying and sexy all at the same time."

"Those three words perfectly describe Reyna," says June. "But you need to add evil. It's also evil."

"Is what you and Sarah have evil?" asks Sandra to June. We're both taken aback at the question.

"Of course not," I say.

"And how is it different?" asks Sandra.

"I don't force June to do anything she doesn't want to do."

"Reyna would say the same thing about Maria. Right? Maria would say the same thing about Reyna. It's all consensual, right?"

"What we do here isn't about power," says June. "It's about love." June looks in my eyes as she talks, not even glancing at Sandra. "Not necessarily hollywood romance love. But I serve Sarah out of devotion and admiration and love. She takes charge over my life and gives me orders out of respect and tenderness and love. No one wants to own the other or be owned. No one wants to destroy the other or be destroyed. I serve because I care about her. She lets me serve because she cares about me. The arrangement between Sarah and I has a different foundation than what lies between Reyna and Maria."

"Light side and dark side," I add, smiling at June. My whole body warms and something blooms in my chest. I do care about this girl, and respect her, but I find myself loving her more and more each day. Each day she serves me, she shows me how much she cares about me. I've let suspicion and the fear of Reyna keep me from opening up, but, my God, this girl is amazing.

"It's the difference between trust and control," adds June. "Sarah doesn't control me. She trusts me, and I trust her. That's what we have."

"You have to have it if you let someone tie you up and blindfold you while you tease their naked and exposed body for hours," I say. June and I laugh and Sandra blushes darkly next to us. I lean in and give June a kiss. She returns it with eager passion. We forget Sandra for a moment too long, letting ourselves get carried away. When we remember where we are and who is with us, we both blush and pull away, giggling.

"You don't want what Reyna has to offer," I say to Sandra. I hope this is sinking in. I hope she doesn't do something foolish. Maybe it was stupid to give her the full truth. Of course, Reyna would have chosen her as a susceptible target to become a slave, but I didn't think the slight mention of sexual slavery would push Sandra over to Reyna's side.

"No, I don't want what Reyna has to offer," says Sandra, finally. She leans over and kisses June gently on the lips. June looks surprised at first, but then gives in to Sandra's softness. Sandra pulls away and looks at me with her large round fuck-me eyes. "I want what you have to offer, Sarah." My brow furrows, but before I can ask, she adds, "I want to be your sex slave, like June."

I look back at June. She gives me a gentle nod. I don't know if she understands what we're agreeing to, but I think she understands Sandra and what she wants more than I do. More importantly, I can see her eyes lost in lust as they roam over Sandra's body.

"You want to be my slut like June?" I ask, making sure this isn't another one of my powerful sex dreams.

Sandra easily slips to her knees in front of me and nods slowly. "Please. I've always wanted this, and now I see what you and June have is incredible. Can I please be a part of that, goddess?"

My desire to put her mouth to work against my pussy overrides any critical thinking skills I have. I nod, but hold up a finger. "Mistress, not goddess."

"Yes, mistress," says Sandra.

"Yes, pet. You can be my slut," I say with more lust than confidence in my voice. Behind Sandra, June begins to reach for Sandra's clothes. Sandra smiles wide as I lean down and kiss her, taking her into me.