This weekend James is away. We assumed play would skip a week, that’s not to say we’re not controlled. Daily edges are completed and reported and cage checks every other day. We both provide the most intimate of images on request and with enthusiasm.
Friday night we receive a text. We’re both to arrive at James and Chloe’s house at 11am. I am instructed to wear a skirt and no knickers. No other information is forthcoming.
We draw up outside their house and Chloe is waiting outside. We stop and lower the passenger window.
“Good; you’re on time” she praises us.
“Fuckgirl, get in the back with me” she instructs.
I immediately move from the passenger seat into the backseat with Chloe, my skirt slipping across my thighs.
“Fuckboy” Chloe announces “you’re our driver today, your girlfriend and I are going to have some fun, aren’t we fuckgirl” Chloe says looking at me.
“Yes mistress” I squeak.
Chloe runs her manicured hand up my skirt, and pinches my clit hard. Henry’s eyes meet mine in the rear view mirror.
I suck my breath in as her pinch tightens and feel my pussy immediately engorge.
“Knightsbridge fuckboy” Chloe announces along with a postcode, her grip never wavering and Henry starts the car.
As we leave the village Chloe releases my clit and plunges two fingers into my obscenely wet cunt.
“What a drippy cunthole you have” she says lifting her wet glistening fingers up to my face.
“Clean them”
I lick my juices off Chloe’s fingers, as instructed as she loses interest and checks her phone messages using her other hand.
“We’ve got a while until we reach our destination” Chloe purrs, leaning back on the leather seat and easing her own skirt up. “And don’t think I didn’t notice that I didn’t cum at last weekend’s little session”
“Put your pretty little mouth to use fuckgirl and don’t stop until I tell you”
And I do, I greedily lean down, my mouth and lips licking and sucking her delicious pussy. She moans and lifts and splays her legs, giving me access to her entire pussy. I take full advantage, wanting to prove how useful I am, show her what a good fuckgirl I can be. Her hand winds through my hair as she moans and flutters her eyes. I slide my tongue over her clit, marvelling at the pink firmness.
Chloe’s moans intensify and she lifts her head
“Fuckboy, your girlfriend has the most talented mouth. I bet you’re missing that on your cock, all useless and locked away in its little cage?”
I feel Henry’s energy reverberate around the car. I can almost feel his hands tighten on the steering wheel and his cock does the same, restricted in its steel prison.
I return my attention to Chloe’s glorious clit. I maintain the rhythm as both her hands wind around my head and push me hard into her folds.
“Yes, fuck, yes” she shouts as the orgasm crashes around her. A few seconds pass as she rides the wave. Then her grip on me changes, she yanks my head to one side and unceremoniously wipes her wet pussy on my hair
“That is ENOUGH” she hisses and pushes me back into my seat.
“Fix your make up and hair, we’re almost there”
I look out of the window and see Harrods and Harvey Nicholls slide by. Henry takes a left intro a small side street and draws up outside a smart understated entrance
“Ah good” Chloe smiles and exits the car with me.
“Driver, meet us back here in precisely two hours, your girlfriend and I have important business to attend to”
Henry looks curiously at the address but is ushered away by Chloe’s no nonsense demeanour.
And with that Chloe stalks across the pavement, gripping my hand firmly and reassuringly. We approach a smart brass bell and she presses it firmly.
“Ready?” She smirks at me, pressing her lips to mine. I have no idea if I’m ready for whatever this is, but I do know I’m desperate to taste her again.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ur2xt1/the_sub_couple_meet_the_dom_couple_part_7