15. Amara

Gone ismy curiosity about being dominant. Vanished is my resolve to try and be the person that Wren needs me to be. Extinct is my want to dominate. I'm so turned on, writhing on the sofa, no doubt ruining the upholstery with what's dripping from me, and yet my orgasm is unobtainable. I've been teetering on the edge of coming for many long, painful minutes and I just know I'm not going to get there – no matter how intuitive and talented Wren's mouth – until Katja is a part of this. I can't justify or explain it, I just know it is.

"Please," I say again when neither Wren nor Katja do anything. "Please, Chef, please."

Katja looks at Wren before she replies to me and I wish I knew why. Is she asking for permission from them? Is she gauging if Wren wants it too? Her look is unreadable and besides, I am too far gone to make sense of anything. A tight angry tension has its grip on my cunt and I need to come. I need to come. I need to come. I need to come.

"You want me to help you come?" Katja asks in a quiet voice.

I nod ferociously, biting down on my bottom lip. Wren's head rests against my right thigh as they study Katja with an expression that is just as unreadable as Katja's, although I love, love, love how their lips are red and swollen from fucking my pussy and their chin glistens with me.

"Do you want me to help Amara come?" Katja asks Wren, who is still for a few seconds before placing a gentle kiss on my inner thigh. They then straighten up.

"Yes," they say and there is confidence in their answer. I breathe a long sigh of relief.

"Sit forward," Katja demands instantly and I move just as quickly. She starts to approach me and I understand she wants to sit behind me, cradle me, and part of that tight tension loosens the slightest amount. Yes, that's what I want.

"Wait!" I call out.

"What is it, Ama?" Wren is the first to ask.

I look at Katja. "Please take that off." I point to her clothes.

She follows my finger, looking down at her chest.

"I only have my bra on underneath."

"Good," I say. "I want to see you. I want to feel you."

Katja gives me a wry smile but she speaks to Wren. "I see what you mean about her being a bossy little sub."

Wren chuckles, their face back against my thigh. I look down and see they have a hand between their legs, rubbing against the crotch of their trousers. This is turning them on. The thought of Katja being closer, not just watching, is turning them on.

Katja says no more about my request and sits up on her knees and unbuttons her shirt. It takes far too long and I grow more and more impatient with each button.

"Why are there so many?!" I demand.

Katja's laugh has an edge to it. "Getting bratty?"

"So bratty," Wren agrees.

The idea of them both domming me together hits me like a dart between my eyes, and between my legs.

Finally, Katja's shirt is off, thrown on the floor near my clothes. Her body is a landscape of lush rolls, valleys and peaks. Her breasts spill out of her black lace bra and her nipples peek through the material, surprisingly dark, and almost as red and juicy as the colour on her lips. When she surprises me and pulls down her jeans in just a few seconds, I have to swallow.

"Shift forward," she says as she slides behind me. I lean back, giving her all my weight. The lace of her bra provides a teasing kind of friction and her body is the softest pillow.

"Are you okay, Wren?" Katja asks as her fingers stroke up and down my arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Wren nods, their eyes ping-ponging between us.

"Then back to work, my good little sub," Katja says and Wren blushes. How quickly I'm falling in love with this new version of Wren who blushes.

Wren buries their face in my cunt again and I waste no time thrusting into their mouth as they find my clit and do all the things I love.

"How does that feel?" Katja whispers in my ear, and it's even better than I imagined, even more intimate and even more intense.

"So good. So, so good," I say. "They have the most magical mouth."

Now I know what praise does to Wren, I'm not about to ignore that.

"Do they eat you like a naughty whore like you needs to be eaten?"

I close my eyes and bathe in her nasty words as her hands continue to ghost up and down my arms and Wren's tongue is busy on my clit.

"Yes." I pant. "But I'm so greedy, I need more."

"Oh, and what's that? What do you need, Du gieriges Luder."

"I need your hands," I say instantly, my answer has been fully formed and waiting for many minutes. "I need you to play with my breasts, my nipples."

Katja slowly, much too slowly, glides her hands up my arms, over my shoulders and upper ribs, until they're finally, finally, finally, cupping my breasts.

"And how do you like your breasts to be played with? Do you like them to be toyed with, teased with the lightest of touches?" she asks as her fingertips dance over my skin, featherlight. "Or do you like to be grabbed? Groped? Mauled?" She squeezes my boobs with her hands, so hard it hurts and I let out a little yelp.

"Hard!" I say. "Like you want to punish me."

"And what do I need to punish you for?"

I take a few breaths as I think up my answer, but I don't need to look too hard for it. "For being such a greedy whore. For wanting both of you."

"You want us both? You want us both to fuck you?"

"Yes, God, yes."

"That is greedy, mein versautes, kleines Miststück." She squeezes my breasts again and this time adds a little twist to her grip. I squeal again. "You think you'll never be satisfied but just you wait. Just you wait until you see what good little Wren and I will do to you."

And in that moment I think I love Katja. The way she incorporates Wren into everything. The way she caters to both our needs so brilliantly, so beautifully. I have never met anyone like her. Just as soon as that thought enters my mind, it's followed up with another one. I doubt I ever will meet anyone like her again.

And that breaks my heart.

It also breaks the back of my orgasm. As I grip Wren's head and Katja pinches my nipples harder than anyone ever has, I thrust up into Wren's mouth and I come, my body shaking, my breath halting, my eyes squeezing shut and yet I'm still seeing a million blinding lights. I come and I come and I come. I come until even when I open my eyes again, I have no vision. I come until I leave my body. I come until I return to it again, brought back down to the sofa by more of Wren's thigh kisses and Katja sucking on my earlobe as she gently cups my breasts, giving me relief from those deliciously painful squeezes.

"Was that good for you, mein gieriges M?dchen?"

I nod, not understanding, but not caring. And also, not yet certain I can speak.

"And didn't Wren do well? Our good little sub," Katja says and her foot, which has red-painted nails to match her fingernails, nudges at Wren's hair.

My mouth falls open as I watch Wren move so they can take Katja's toes in their mouth. They open their lips wide and suck three of Katja's toes into their mouth, their eyes closed like they're tasting the most delicious food.

Well, at least Wren's foot fetish is intact despite how many other things are different now.

I feel Katja shudder behind me and it's the kind of moment I live for, when a Dominant can't control their reactions. It gives me the nudge maybe I was waiting for as I turn in Katja's arms and kiss her. It takes a second or two for her to meet me in this kiss, but when she does, she's just as fierce and fired up as when we kissed earlier. Wren's kisses are safe, certain and so very affirming. I am not me without them. But Katja's kisses are fire and earth and water and salt and sugar. They're all the things that make you feel alive.

Katja's hand curls around my face, holding me to her and I melt into her body. The lace of her bra that was giving me a teasing kind of friction on my back a moment ago now starts to itch and irritate my skin.

"Please take your bra off," I mumble into her mouth.

Katja smiles. "Not yet. First, we need to reward good little Wren for all their hard work."

I feel a new rush of desire flood my core as I sit up, ready for whatever Katja has in mind.

"Wren," Katja says and I watch as Wren takes Katja's foot away from their mouth and they sit back on their heels, like an obedient puppy. An image of Wren collared flashes into my mind and I don't hate it. I don't hate it at all, not when I imagine myself kneeling next to them, also with a collar around my neck. "Do you need to come, my good little sub?"

I watch Wren swallow before they speak. "Yes," they say in a whisper.

"Would you like your wife to make you come?"

"Yes, Chef."

"Would you like your wife's mouth or her fingers?"

"I want her mouth, Chef."

"Very good."

"And…" Wren adds but as both mine and Katja's gaze lands on them, they stop.

"And?" Katja prompts.

"And I want your fingers," Wren says in a voice so quiet it gets swallowed by the room. They also keep their eyes fixed on a spot on the sofa.

Katja moves to sit beside me, diagonally opposite Wren. "Is that so?"

"Yes, Chef." Wren looks up at Katja, and I can see how hard it is for them, a small but very tense frown crinkling their brow. It fractures my heart when I realise how easily asking me what I want in bed has come to Wren, but how much more difficult it is for them to describe what they want.

"Yes, let's fuck our little Wren together," I say, sitting up and tucking my legs underneath me, showing them both just how ready I am, but also how eager I am for this. I want this too; I try to tell Wren with my eyes.

"Swap places with Amara," Katja orders Wren and I move too.

"Take your clothes off too, and fold them," I add before I sit back down.

I'm not even aware of Katja moving when a hand comes around my neck and pulls at the hair there. "You're a very cute bossy little sub, and maybe Wren let you get away with that, but I am not Wren. Who am I, my bossy little slut?"

I shudder. "You're Chef. Our Chef," I say looking up into Katja's eyes as she stands above me. It takes all my self-control to keep my gaze fixed rather than allow them to peruse her body now she's standing in front of us in just her underwear.

"Yes, I am. Although, she's right." Katja looks at Wren. "Your clothes need to come off. At least, whichever clothes you are comfortable with."

"I… I like to keep my sports binder on," Wren says and I am so proud of how assuredly they answer Katja.

"Very good." Katja gives Wren a curt nod. Her hand is still pulling at the hairs at the back of my neck and the hot heat it causes creeps down my spine. "And what words shall I use or not use?"

"I don't like breasts or boobs or tits. Or pussy. I don't like that. But cunt is fine. In fact, I quite like it."

"Understood," Katja says without even a hint of confusion or surprise. "You remember your safe word?" Wren nods. "Good. Now get undressed for us like the good little sub you are."

Wren undresses quickly and efficiently, folding their clothes in a pile on the couch and it could be my imagination, but they seem to blush more as they go about folding each item up than they do actually removing their clothes. When they're down to just their sports binder and boxers, they pause and I think they're going to look at Katja for more reassurance or encouragement or further orders, but instead, they look at me. I can't tell what the question is exactly, what their eyes are asking me, but I know my answer.

"Yes, Wren," I say. "Show Katja what a perfect cunt you have. She wants to touch it. And I want to taste you. It's been so long, hasn't it?"

Wren nods at me before sliding their underwear down their legs.

"Good little sub," Katja coos and she finally releases my neck, although I instantly mourn the loss of the delicious pain. "Now get up on your hands and knees."

Wren moves slowly, carefully, like they don't trust their own limbs.

"Amara, get under your spouse," Katja says. "Lie underneath them with your body between their legs."

It takes a little shifting and fidgeting but finally, I am in the exact position that Katja desires. I can smell Wren from here, their sweet musk, and I lick my lips as I look up at the centre of them. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see their arms shaking. Wren can deadlift over 150kg. This is not a difficult position for them to hold, but maybe the tension is too much. I glide my hands up and down their legs and force their eyes on me.

"I love you," I mouth at them. They smile and I feel peace grow roots in me once again.

Suddenly, a heavy weight comes down on my stomach. It's Katja.

"Lower your body down, Wren." Katja strokes the side of Wren's hips, angling them so their cunt is just an inch from my mouth. "Are you ready, meine kleine Schlampe?"

"Yes, Chef," I say and I don't bother to close my mouth again. I wrap my arms around Wren's thick thighs.

"Sit on your wife's face, Wren." Katja bends forward to speak directly in Wren's ear.

Wren nods, and then finally, finally, I have the heart and soul of my Wren in my mouth.