Second Best Ch. 04

In many ways, it was a new take on a familiar experience. After all, I'd lost count of the number of times I'd been a willing submissive, on my knees at the feet of a gorgeous man, pleasuring him abundantly with my greedy mouth. But this was different; it wasn't the recipient here calling the shots. Instead it was his girlfriend.

Lilly directed Mark and I like a curious child undressing Barbie and Ken, alternately sitting back to watch us over her wine glass or walking in slow circles around us, like a shark. She settled to stand behind Mark.

"Hold her breasts for me," she purred in his ear, "No. Not like that, slip your hands under her shirt." His shaking hands felt their way under the fabric, softly squeezing my pert breasts still nestled in the cups of my bra. "Better," she soothed, her hands wandering over his bare chest, beautifully manicured fingernails raking across his flesh. She lowered her face close against his neck, but didn't quite touch. I knew he could feel her breath and that she could smell his aftershave. How either had the control to stay parted I couldn't tell you.

After each fulfilled command, Lilly seemed utterly delighted, quite enchanted with the scene that she had cultivated. But then almost immediately she would desire something else.

"Enough teasing him Stephanie. Get up. Come here." I did so reluctantly, but tried not to let it show. She whispered something I couldn't hear in Mark's ear and he nodded, before taking the seat that had been hers.

Catching me off-guard, she took me by the wrist and pulled me into an embrace. It was the first time she'd touched me and my body tensed involuntarily. My heart took up a hammering pace. The scent of her expensive perfume engulfed me. I gazed up at her; she was so tall that my face was against her expansive bust. I relaxed into her arms. She pressed me close. Of all the places that my mind could have raced in that moment, I found myself noticing how safe and secure I felt pinned within her firm hold. How solid and right it felt. Then she scooped me into a deep kiss - where I swooned hopelessly.

She broke away from me sooner than I could bear. My knees felt weak as she spun me around on the spot, so that I faced Mark. She had one arm locked protectively around my hip, her other hand smoothing my hair.

"You are so adorably miniature," She remarked quietly, "A little doll,"

I didn't know what to say, so I smiled slightly and prayed I hadn't turned scarlet. Especially as I could see the effect our kiss had had on Mark. His hands screwed into fists and his gaze fixed lustfully on us, his cock as hard as it had been in my mouth.

"How could you keep this little bird away from me all this time?" she asked him, although, of course he couldn't answer. She inched me forwards, pushing her hips softly into the small of my back, so that I stood centimetres from his chair.

"Hold very still for me Steph, if you're very good, that cock will be all for you. If you don't, you will sit by yourself while I fuck him properly. Do you understand?" I nodded. She frowned and sharpness entered her voice, "Say it. With words. Tell me that you understand."

I gulped. "I understand. Hold very still."

"Better," she smiled. As soon as she had said the word, the hand that had stroked my hair began to unpick the buttons of my shirt. The hand at my hip was now cupping my pussy through my jeans. Staying still was already difficult. I wanted to grind against her hand, pant and moan, undo her own buttons. But I stayed still and silent as a statue. She slipped the shirt from my torso and began to cover my neck in small quick biting kisses. Her lipstick got smudged and it looked sexy as hell.

"Never come to see me in a white bra again. A blonde like you should wear red." She muttered, peeling the straps off over my shoulders, folding down one cup and administering another love bite to my exposed breast. That perfect pain.

The hand that cupped my pussy shifted higher, tearing open my jeans, slipping over my underwear and abdomen, before sliding back down, inside of my knickers. She pinched my clit between two knuckles - moan of ecstasy ghosted from my throat - but my body remained static. Then her fingertip spiralled around the sensitive bud, spreading wetness from the top of my slit over my hood and clit. I wanted to sink back into her protective arms, lean my head on her shoulder, but instead I poured my concentration into not moving a muscle. My very atoms seemed to vibrate with the effort.

One-handed, she removed my bra and began to tease my nipples. Rolling them between her fingers, stretching and squeezing them into points. She kissed me. Her tongue prying my mouth open and her lips pulling it closed again. Not returning the kiss felt perverse and unnatural. I was used to serving through giving. Not giving was a new kind of torture. And still her fingers span circles on my throbbing clit, sparks of electricity running through the circuitry of my body. My heart beat like a hummingbird's. My breathing was irregular and shallow.

"Such a good, good girl," her voice sparkled, "You can move for me again now, legs a little further apart," She pulled my jeans and knickers to the ground together in a single motion. "Step out," I did so, which put me naked and stood in a straddle position with my legs either side of Mark's chair. His hard quaking cock poised beneath me. Seeing it shook me with lust yet again.

"Here's your reward Steph for being such a delight on our first meeting, I want you to cum for me, loud as you like, as many times as you like. Mark, darling..." She stood behind him again and ran her finger nails over his shoulders, "It remains that you may not cum, although you may move and touch Steph as much as you like in order to please her. Unless I decide that Steph is having too good a time, in which case, I may give you permission to cum inside her."

Her instructions sunk in slowly. "In your own time Stephanie," she teased.

And so, I lowered myself luxuriously down onto Mark's firm, wanting cock.