Chapter 18

Rebecca

Saying goodbye to the lake house in Iowa wasn't the hard part. For Becca, that was delegating who was riding with who to the airport two hours away, all while Izzy and Caitlyn had their last minute panic about forgetting something very important.

I don't know what they could forget. Everything was packed. There was nothing in rural Iowa for them to pick up for the pageant in New York. Yet there the coach and her protegee were, already climbing into Caitlyn's rental car to discuss some finer points of the interview portion. That was enough to make Rebecca get back in Christine's car. The woman was delighted to have some companionship. Although she was flying with everyone else to New York, her husband and son were picking up the car at the airport so she didn't have to pay for parking.

Caitlyn would have paid for it, but Rebecca knew that her parents hated taking gifts like that. They were go big or go home people if Caitlyn was helping with anything. She would pay for her father's healthcare, her nephew and nieces' college educations, and for her mother to completely remodel her kitchen to make all of her professional baking dreams come true, but things like paying for long-term parking were "silly" in Christine's book.

In a way, Rebecca understood. But she had to hear all about it on the way to Des Moines.

And once she was on the plane to New York, she was roped into interview training.

"How much personal responsibility do you believe the average American has toward mitigating climate change?" Rebecca had to read that again. "That's heavy."

Caitlyn reclined her seat, arms and ankles crossed as she stared at the plane ceiling. Her baggy sweater swamped most of her torso while her hair splayed over the side of the seat and tickled the impeccably clean floor. Across the aisle, Izzy was knocked out, sleep mask on her face and mouth catching any flies that happened to hop on board before the private plane took off from Des Moines. Christine was on a loveseat in the back of the cabin, a glossy magazine that she picked up at the airport flipping between her fingers.

"That's a dumb question," Caitlyn said.

Rebecca patted her partner's shin in sympathy. "That's the next one on the list Izzy gave me." According to the coach, these were previous questions from recent years. All questions winners have answered and scored a lot of points on. There was an additional cheat sheet where Rebecca could compare Caitlyn's answer with the highest score. She refused to look yet because she didn't want to influence her girlfriend's answer.

"Let's see…" Caitlyn mulled it over, aware that she wouldn't have this much time while actually on stage for the Mrs. United States of America beauty pageant. "To be blunt…"

"Never be blunt," Izzy muttered before turning her head away and resuming her snoring.

"I believe that the average American has an empathetic duty to care about the environment and climate change insofar as it affects our everyday lives and the future lives of our children and grandchildren. I do not doubt that there isn't a mother on this stage who isn't afraid of what kind of world her children will inherit…"

"Good job mentioning the mothers," Izzy mumbled.

This was Rebecca's life until Caitlyn was so tired of playing interviews that she decided to take a nap as well. While Christine continued to read, Rebecca attempted to make herself comfortable on the other loveseat while scrolling through her phone.

"We've already made it to New York," Jane posted to the group chat. "Cecelia is playing it cool like she isn't the most excited kid in the world. Can you believe it?"

"Didn't she have school today?"

Jane was quick to respond. "I pulled her out early. Another olive branch of mine toward her. She said she didn't have anything important happening in the afternoon so I decided to time us arriving in New York with the rooms being available. We are already in the side-by-side suites. I've decided to stay with Cece in one so you girls can take your time acclimating when you get here. The only difference is that one has a bathtub and the other does not. Guess which one I'm letting my lovelies have?"

"You're a saint, Jane."

"No, just smart. I know not to come between Cait and her baths. Anyway, let me know when you're about to land."

A separate, private message for Becca popped up in another window.

"I hope you know how much I've missed you this past week, Becca. And Cait, of course, but I know she belongs to the pageant the minute she checks into the hotel. Do me a favor and spare me an hour after she runs off. I've promised Cece at least the three of us would go out for dinner later, so we don't have the evening to ourselves."

Becca never knew if it was endearing that Jane typed with more contractions than she usually said out loud. Was this her way of speed texting? Going against all of her posh upbringing outside of Hong Kong?

"I'll do my best."

"Also, please don't tell me you're already on your period again, love."

"Quite the opposite."

"What does that mean???"

Becca left her on read. Let her chew on that for a bit. Because the simple answer was that Becca desired one thing. Perhaps one thing only, and she was not going to get it with Caitlyn and so many other people on the plane. Let alone her mother. Ugh. It would be nice to be a little loud again. Because their couple of attempts at sex that past week were always subdued with the knowledge that Christine was sleeping on the other side of the wall. Didn't stop us, though. Caitlyn had been desperate.

Their pilot Noah once again performed a perfect landing at a private airfield in New York. The original plan had been to land in New Jersey, but JFK had a spot for them, and Noah had long learned to take it whenever he had the chance. Becca didn't have a preference, but both Jane and Caitlyn did. Whatever they wanted? They got.

Including Becca.

"Hey." Cece was sitting in the lobby when the group of four rolled into the hotel with their luggage. "Jane stepped out for some refreshments. Anyway, that's what she said. She asked me to wait here and to inform her when you arrive. Or something."

"Did she think we couldn't do it ourselves?" Becca hung back while Izzy and Christine checked into their rooms. Caitlyn got in a separate line to add her and Becca's IDs to Jane's reservation, as pre-arranged by the woman currently out to lunch. "Because I appreciate her foresight. I hate checking into hotels." How many times had she checked the three of them in on everyone's behalf because the married ones were too busy bickering about God knew what now?

Cecelia took Caitlyn and Becca up to their room. As soon as they were inside, Caitlyn dumped her luggage and immediately hopped into the bathroom to change for her first meeting with the pageant directors across the street. Becca heard Izzy blowing up the phone through the closed bathroom door, the two women conferring exactly how Caitlyn should be styled and mannered when she formally introduced herself to the production team and pageant staff.

"Is it like… a real pageant?" Cecelia asked while she and Becca watched Caitlyn's shadow move beneath the backlit door. "Like on that movie ‘Miss Congeniality?'"

"You've seen that movie?"

"I watched it this week after Jane told me how serious this pageant stuff is. I didn't know America still did events like this."

"Yeah, well, Caitlyn used to do it professionally."

Cecelia's eyes widened in awe. "No way."

"Yeah, way."

"Guess that makes sense. She's really pretty."

Now, wasn't that high praise from a teenager? If only Caitlyn heard that. Because all Becca heard that past week was Caitlyn lamenting the lack of lost pounds and inches despite her counting calories and eating healthy enough to kill her love of food. Out of fifteen pounds she aimed to lose, she had only managed eight. Becca struggled to understand the issue, especially since the pageant didn't have such things as weight limits.

But Becca knew better than to say anything about it to Caitlyn. She was in her head, and it wouldn't abate until the pageant was over, for better or worse.

"How do I look?" Caitlyn bounded out of the bathroom right when Cecelia was about to go back to her and Jane's suite. "Izzy picked this out for me and brought it to Iowa to try. Is it soft enough? But not boring, right?"

"Damn, Cait." Becca tilted her head in admiration as her girlfriend sashayed up to her in a white blouse half unbuttoned and tucked into a pair of beige high-waisted pants that cinched at the waist. High heels added length to her already eye catching legs, but it was the way her blond hair lay perfectly coifed on her shoulders and chest that initially captivated Becca's attention. Then it was the pouty lips lined in mauve and a pair of dangling gold earrings that made her grin like a girl in love all over again. "Knock it out of the park, why don't you? I can't tell if you're going to work or…" She minded the fact that Cecelia was next to her. "On a date."

"That's what we were going for." Caitlyn's shoulders lost their tension as she appreciated what Becca said. "Well, ladies, I'm off. The meeting is short but full of information, so I'll be more than happy to join you all for dinner as soon as I'm out. Tell Jane that I'm sorry I missed her but can't wait to finally be a family again!"

Cecelia walked out with her, vision lingering on every highlighted curve of Caitlyn's body. When she turned around, motioning to Becca that it was the greatest ass she had ever seen, Becca withheld everything that made her want to die at a teenager acting this way.

"Yes, she is quite hot…" Becca sighed as she closed the suite door. Finally alone for the first time since her shower that morning, she texted Jane that she and Cecelia were in their respective rooms, and that "I am going to rest a bit in my room."

She shook off her shoes and removed the houndstooth jacket that came with her skirt. After flopping onto her bed with her phone, Becca kicked her feet into the air and threaded her fingers through her hair, which quickly returned to its frizzy roots. So much for that. It was a good thing her partners thought she was hot no matter what texture her hair was that day.

Although one had a definite preference.

"Brilliant look, love." Becca nearly had a heart attack when she heard Jane in the doorway. "You know I always fancy a quick romp with a half-dressed lady with uncontrolled hair. It is like my birthday right now."

Becca quickly came back down from her adrenaline and returned to looking at her phone with her finger twirling in her hair. "Do you have a key, or did Cece leave the front door open?"

A keycard flashed between Jane's fingers before she mimicked sliding it like a credit card down Becca's ass. As she would say… brilliant. As long as she didn't actually try it. Becca might cut off her hand for that.

"So, what exactly makes you think you are getting anything right now?" Becca rolled onto her side, thumbs twiddling together as Jane tossed the keycard onto the pillow and her jacket on top of it. "I just got here!"

Becca teased her partner but didn't protest when she received a tiger-like bite to the neck. Instead, they both went down, Becca flinging her arms around Jane, who delightfully smelled of her new favorite perfume and the pure coffee beans of a corner café.

"I have been missing you sooo much, Becca." Jane's attempt at a standard American accent like the ones her partners spoke made them both laugh. "Do you know how hard this past week has been for me? I had to be a parent! All alone! Wa, woe is me!"

More laughter caught Becca by surprise as she was subjected to Jane's ludicrous plight. "You haven't seen Caitlyn for way longer than you and I have been separated."

"Yes, love, and I would shove my face in her tits right now except she is not here. She still belongs to some pageant that has stolen her away from us. My own wife." When Becca least suspected it, she was goosed – her startled knee jerk almost nailed Jane right in the abdomen. "Gone. It will be an age before she ever returns to us again!"

"Oh, so you only want me because you can't have her? I see how it is!"

"No, no, lovely." Jane straddled her girlfriend as a pillow fell off the bed and Becca's wrists were snatched into two firm fists. Her laughter finally subsided with perfect timing, because she wasn't sure her diaphragm could take much more. "You are now my one and only. Do you not see? Me, the dejected, abandoned widow to fame and fortunes, and you, my new one true love."

"You sound like you're on a soap opera! What is even happening?"

Another perfectly timed kiss to her neck made her whoop in ticklish fervor. "What is happening is my apparent sorry attempt at seducing you into a quickie, Becca. My God, have I really lost my touch in one week?"

"You're acting crazy! Who talks like this?"

"Your dear old Jane, who wants to fuck you." She sniffed. "I was told by a very petulant young adult that I am a pervert, and I intend to see that come to fruition."

Becca didn't have to ask who that was about. "Oh, you're a pervert, all right." She grabbed Jane by the shirt and brought her down for a kiss. "My favorite kind."

It was easy to kiss like they had simultaneously been apart for a year and had seen each other yesterday. With Jane, it was always like picking up right where they left off the last time they made love. She can come in swinging with her cheeky demands and heavy petting and I'll be on the floor getting my ass spanked. Didn't that sound rather nice right now?

"You want a quickie?" Becca growled between kisses, her hand sweaty against Jane's chest. "Then you better earn it with that naughty mouth of yours."

"Naughty?" Yes, that was a dip of Jane's tongue in Becca's mouth. "Who is the naughty one here? Could it be the woman hiking up her skirt and wrapping her legs around me?"

"No time to take it off." Becca also unbuttoned her blouse for Jane. "Come on. Have at it already. Or do you think you can't finish before we're interrupted by the outside world?"

Becca knew exactly what she was doing when she said that.

Jane yanked on her skirt, sliding it down Becca's legs, past her knees and off her ankles, as if she didn't know how to do that herself. Nothing wrong with letting her do it for me… Becca's cheeks flushed with the sudden heat that only came when one of her partners requested, nay demanded that they spend some erotic quality time together. This was who she was, after all. Becca may have been poised or even faded into the background to those around her, but when the moment mattered most? Naked. Vulnerable. Hopefully fuckable.The way women like these looked at her? That was never an issue.

"Ah!" Her thighs twitched and her knees jerked upward as Jane returned, grabbing her breasts and making short work of her bra. Exposed, Becca sucked in her lips to hide the capricious smile that would reward Jane with too much, too soon. She had to work for it, even if Becca was easy. Like as easy as she had been on their first date five years ago.

Her body gradually relaxed again as kisses dotted her chest, tracing a trail as delicious as the sparks of desire dancing beneath her skin. Jane's delicate fingers, which packed a furious punch when the moment mattered most, held on to her breasts as those kisses continued to her underwear. Her breath halted. Within a matter of minutes, she had gone from lounging on her hotel bed to having Jane's lips massage the lace-lined silk of her underwear.

"You don't need these, love." Jane ripped them down Becca's legs, urging her to kick them off the bed. "What you need is to spread these thighs and let me in."

Becca complied. She always did. She always melted to be told what to do in bed, especially when she knew true talent lurked behind that devilish tongue.

Jane ravaged her with a look before giving Becca a long, sensuous lick against her slit.

She sucked in air through clenched teeth, her hands reaching down to play with Jane's hair. God, she could have played with this woman's hair forever. It was as soft as the sheets they laid on, flowing through her fingers like water. If she could curl up with her like this and hold her close, Becca would be content. But then she would miss out on the rest of Jane, and that simply wouldn't do.

She wanted to burn through their short separation, remember what it was like to exist at the whim of two powerful women who knew how to use her.

"Mmm!" Her hips bucked, but Jane held them down. "Oh, fuck..."

Jane laughed. She always laughed while she went down on Becca, whose pussy was her favorite place to be. No amount of tongue or fingers would ever be enough for her to satiate that desire.

I am never letting her go. Never. I'm keeping her forever. Becca may have meant that in the literal sense. After all, if any woman was convicted to spend eternity between anyone else's thighs, it might as well have been Jane.

Her tongue was the quickest master to have ever learned the details of Becca's pussy. Because when Jane asked for a quickie, she made good on the promise to maintain an honor toward time spent. A hard flick of the tongue there. A well-honed punch there. Her lips dominated the entire playing field that began at the dip of Becca's hips and ended where all of her wetness went. Right into Jane's mouth.

"Oh, God!" Becca's hips were bucking again, squeezing Jane's face as she held on and kept her tongue on task. Because here Becca was, already orgasming in less than a minute. It wasn't a record, but it was still impressive.

It was also intentional. Because Jane knew she could get away with whatever she desired after Becca had been loosened up.

"Don't stop." Becca moaned, her voice shaking in time with her thighs. "I want you to fuck me. Fuck me, please!"

The words had barely escaped her lips when the thrust came. A finger slid inside Becca, curling upward as Jane's tongue remained planted over her clit. She had no reason to stop. She was only getting started.

"F-fuck!" Becca tried to say, but it was barely coherent as orgasm continued to mount her. She didn't know how long she would last, but she hoped Jane would make it worth it.

Jane pulled away, her lips slick with Becca's essence, and a finger twirling with anticipation. "But first, you need to give me a bit more. I'm not done yet."

Becca would have laughed if she had any breath left to do so. "No? But I can't hold it..." There it was. The pathetic tone she couldn't help but embrace when she was disrobed, disoriented, and disgustingly eager to please.

"Then don't." Jane slid back down, her nose and lips buried within Becca's tiny red curls. "I want to hear your sweet music, Becca. Sing me a song, won't you, love?"

She did. Becca arched her back and released her breathless cries with as much power as her body would allow. And Jane kept going. She continued to suck Becca's clit until she had wrung her dry of everything she had to give. Just when Becca thought she couldn't give more, her body surprised her. It always knew what she wanted more than her brain did. Two conspirators that sometimes destroyed her heart... or brought it such erotic justice.

"That's right, my sweet doll." Becca's orgasm was on pause, threatening to crash her down or lift her at any moment while Jane's finger toyed with the outer ring of her entrance. "But don't just show me how much you want it. Tell me. By all means."

"God damnit!" Becca gasped, proud and ashamed of herself that she could get this messy, this fast. All it took was a hotel room and the promise of sexual satisfaction before they conquered the weekend. "Please let me come. Please. I'll do anything you want."

"Ooh. Anything?"

"You fucking know it."

"Are you my pretty sweet slut who is at the beck and call of my wife? And me?"

"Yes. I'm yours."

Jane's finger teased Becca's entrance, the groan it conjured coming straight from her chest. "Are you Caitlyn's?"

"Yes..."

"But who is fucking you right now?"

"You are, ma'am... I mean..."

"Don't fry your brain trying to remember titles, love. I'd rather hear you scream."

Jane slammed her finger forward. Becca cast her head into the bed, back arching, hands searching for something to hold onto as she was wrangled by climactic chaos and banished to a place she only briefly saw at times. Her body convulsed, hips shaking, legs spasming. Her mind went blank, unable to focus on anything besides the feeling of pure bliss as it overcame her.

When it was over, she was still lying there, her eyes closed, her hair splayed out around her. She was so far gone, that she didn't even register Jane lying on top of her until their noses were almost touching.

"You said anything..." Jane teased her with mindless kisses as Becca lay flat beneath her, tingling with trepidation as the soft fabric of Jane's clothing rubbed against her. "You foolishly said you'd give me anything. Maybe I want something. Maybe I am not leaving this room until the scent of my wife is off you. And then I'll put my scent on her later as well."

Becca hoped she would be there for that.

Jane finished unbuttoning her shirt but did not remove it from her torso. Yet she did unzip her trousers, careful to keep her weight directed downward as she loomed over Becca, massaging her breasts in that possessive way that only turned them both on more.

"Fuck..." Becca whispered, the ache between her legs starting again. "Why does this feel so good?"

Jane's grin was wicked. "Because you like it." Her kiss was deep, her tongue probing and claiming and taking more than Becca knew she could give.

She gave it anyway. She would always give it to her. To both of them.

"Do you want me to take you?" Jane kissed her neck. "I am going to take you, Becca. I am going to fuck you so hard, you will not even recognize the naked woman in the mirror when I am done with you. All in ten minutes. Imagine that."

"I'd love that." Becca pulled Jane close. "Take me, Mistress."

A sharp inhale of breath filled Becca's ear. She felt the smile against her face, the teeth that could have bitten her for using a word that Becca hadn't uttered to Jane in far too long. But she didn't care. Jane was already inside her, moving so softly and gently she thought she might explode from the tenderness. It was always like this when they hadn't seen each other in a hot minute. When the love was real, they loved harder, deeper, but with less sense than they should have had. Like a young couple who couldn't keep their hands off each other to save their sorry, stupid lives.

Maybe life wasn't worth saving if Becca couldn't have this.

Ah, there it was. Jane fucking Becca for all they were worth.

Her hips rolled up and down, her body shaking as Becca's hands held onto her arms. Jane kept her mouth against her lover's ear, whispering words that drove Becca wild. And they did. Every time.

"That's right, Becca," Jane whispered, her wrist pumping at a slow but steady rhythm while the rest of her matched the beat. "I want to feel your legs around me. Keep them there. You're such a good girl. I love making you feel this good. Don't you know that?"

"Yes... I..." Becca tried to answer, but Jane cut her off with a kiss.

"You don't need to say anything. Just enjoy it, love."

That was Jane. The best thing about her was that she knew what to do to get Becca off... while making her feel like the ruined princess she always dreamed of being.

Becca clung to her, tearing away the unbuttoned shirt and accidentally pulling down Jane's skinny bra strap. Jane did not react. She was so focused on Becca, so intent on exhausting her that she wouldn't have minded an earthquake. She would ride it out with Becca and laugh about it later.

"Ah!" Becca's moan was loud and unabashedly free. "Fuck, fuck, fuck... oh my God! I'm gonna come! I'm coming again..."

"Yes, you are, love. Yes, you are."

Jane's movements sped up, her body now pushing between Becca's hips so she could thrust faster, deeper. Becca would say that she didn't think she could take much more, but that was a farce. She somehow always did. She relied on her mistresses to tell her when she was done - for her own good.

"Come on, love," Jane said, kissing Becca's lips while her hand kept its pace. "Don't keep it from me. Give it to me. Give me all of you. Now."

When she said it, Becca's entire body shuddered. Her hands grasped Jane's arm, nails digging into her skin as the orgasm crowned her moving head. She cried out, her voice raspy as it escaped her throat. Her chest heaved, her thighs quivered, her toes curled. All while Jane watched, triumph on her reddening face.

"That's it. You're so beautiful when you let go, Becca. Embrace it."

Becca couldn't catch her breath. She didn't know why she bothered trying.

She knew she looked a wreck when she came out of her bathroom and slowly put herself back together. Jane had already departed, claiming that she would offer more quality time that evening. "I have a feeling Cait will be quite busy anyway, love. And Cece will be tickled if she thinks I have left her alone when really I am one room over keeping an eye on her." Becca still wasn't sure what happened with Jane's niece, and right now she didn't want to know.

"Man…" Becca sat on the edge of the large – and now mussed – hotel bed. Her skirt was on, but her blouse still unbuttoned. She wasn't even sure if her bra straps were straight. She was simply a mess. "What am I supposed to be doing?" The woman was sex drunk, and the thought of going out into the middle of New York City and being productive and presentable was a trial that fried Becca's orgasm-touched head.

She stopped halfway through putting a shoe on. At first, she thought she was losing her mind.

Nope. Someone had entered the suite.

"Forget something?" She kicked her shoe aside and gripped the bed to steady herself.

"No, meeting ended early." Much to Becca's surprise, it was not Jane who entered her room, but Caitlyn, still a vision in her nearly-sheer blouse and high-waisted pants. "Everything good in here? Were you about to change?"

Becca glanced down at her bra struggling to look normal on her chest. One of her nipples was about to pop out at any moment. "I'm… uh… was getting up from a rest. As you can see, I'm a bit of a mess."

Caitlyn waved that off. "You look beautiful to me, Becca. Quite fetching, really. Are we sure you can't join us for dinner looking like that?" After laughing at her own joke, she asked, "Do you know where Jane is? I thought she'd be in the suite next door, but only Cece's there. Watching God knows what on TV, but she's not my ward."

"Actually, she stopped by earlier, but I don't remember what she said. Just stepped out."

"Oh." Was Caitlyn slightly disappointed? To be fair, she hasn't seen her own wife in a month. "She knows where dinner is. I'm looking forward to ditching Izzy for once. My mom will be joining us for dinner, though, if that's okay."

Those were a lot of words for Becca's brain to parse. "Don't know why not."

Caitlyn tilted her gaze at her girlfriend. "Everything all right? You didn't sleep much on the flight here, huh?"

"Guess not. I was too excited about…"

Becca never finished her thought. She was too aware of the way Caitlyn looked at her.

"You said Jane was here earlier?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Right." Caitlyn unlocked her phone screen and typed something with two busy thumbs. "That might explain a few things."

"Like what?"

Caitlyn merely glanced at her. "Give me one sec, Bec. I'm trying to decide how I want to spend the next twenty minutes of my evening."

In that case, Becca would put that shoe on and fix up her bra.

"Oh, no need to do that. Unless you're really not in the mood."

Becca stopped, her finger wedged between her foot and shoe. "What?"

While obviously waiting for a text reply, Caitlyn offered Becca a look so stone cold that it almost made her take off her blouse again. And her bra. Shit, might as well. If Jane looked at women with mischief in her eyes, Caitlyn was pure ice. The kind that melted right in a girl's…

Caitlyn's phone buzzed.

"I'm going to give you one chance, Becca." Caitlyn dropped her bag on the floor as she slowly approached the bed. "You can tell me the truth, or you can make up something. Either way, the end result is the same, but my attitude will be different."

The shoe slipped from Becca's finger again. "Oh…"

"When Jane was here," Caitlyn paused, leveling her sultry gaze on a woman who was already vulnerable to such machinations. "Did she fuck you?"

"I, uh…" Becca knew there was no point lying. Or fixing up her clothes, for that matter. Guess I really look like I was on the receiving end of the Jane Evening Special. She rubbed the top of her head, where her curls were strongest. That simple movement told her she needed to reapply her deodorant. "We may have had a quickie."

"Thought I smelled something nice in here. Just thought it was your perfume." Caitlyn texted on her phone again. "The other perfume."

"Yeah. I knew what you meant."

"Okie…" Caitlyn sent her text off with purpose and put her phone in her pocket. "Dokie."

"So, how was the meeting? Productive?"

Caitlyn ignored that. "Stay right there. I'm going to get something from my suitcase."

"Is it the vibrator?"

"Anyway, stay like that. Or take off some of those clothes. Whichever."

Becca projected her voice the best that she could. "What's my safe word again? I've already had like three orgasms in the past hour!"

"And you're about to have three more!"

Becca flung herself back on the bed, clothing askew and hair crumpled beneath her. Why did she bother putting her underwear on again?

So she can take them off again.

Becca knew she should check that grin before Caitlyn returned. I am but a vessel for their amusement, after all. Yeah, that wasn't helping her stop grinning as she rolled over onto her stomach and kicked a leg up into the air. She didn't know where her phone was. Nor did she care, because Jane couldn't save her from this.

But she could join in…

No, no. This was now Becca's diabolical plan. The one where she went through one girlfriend after another like the hookup champ she was.

Not like it's the first time they inadvertently tag-teamed me…

The door to her room slammed shut before she realized Caitlyn had returned.

"What a fantastic day to have vision." Caitlyn dumped her items on the bed. Becca barely looked at them. The sensations still coursing through her after making love to Jane told her to play up her brattier side. Caitlyn was the one who knew what to do with bratty Becca anyway. "Knowing what I do now about your beguiling state of undress has me thinking all sorts of things, Rebecca. And I'm supposed to be focused right now. Don't you know this is a big weekend for me?"

"Yeah?" Becca pushed herself up, blouse falling down her arms while one of her bra straps joined in. "Maybe I wanna fuck the hottest beauty queen of the bunch. You know me. Always down to get wrecked by a married woman."

Caitlyn's knuckles brushed against Becca's cheek before snatching her behind the neck. "Is that what you did earlier? Get wrecked by a married woman?"

"Not just any one." Becca scooted closer, her bottom lip feeling too heavy to keep closed. "Your married woman."

The powerful kiss Caitlyn thrust upon her was a stronger aphrodisiac than knowing what else was about to happen to her. Because Caitlyn always kissed with an unapologetic hunger that made a woman like Becca feel deliriously small. Like she can gobble me up in one bite. Jane had tried. Could Caitlyn succeed in a different way?

"I can smell her all over you," Caitlyn purred, her hand still taut beneath Becca's head. "I bet that was her game. She is so predictable."

This is making me think of when I first met them… Be still, Becca's heart. She could only fall in love with them again so hard. "She likes to stake her claim."

"Is that what she did to you?" Caitlyn's other hand felt up the front of her girlfriend's chest, making short work of the bra that didn't know how to do its job anymore. "Stake her claim? That's cute. She must know it's not first come, first served around here. It's whoever gets you off so hard that you can't take anymore."

Becca's legs were already stretched wide open. Caitlyn glanced down, past Becca's hardened nipple.

"Are you still wet from that encounter?"

It should have been easier to speak, but Becca was already lost again. "Of course I am." Her lips hovered against Caitlyn's. "I always am."

The calm before a meteoric storm swept across Caitlyn's perfectly made face.

"Show me."

That wasn't a request for Becca to do anything but be a doll for someone else, another girlfriend who dreamed of dominating her for one more evening. Becca didn't know where Jane went. She didn't know what time their dinner reservations were. God, she didn't care. She was half undressed again, shoved onto the bed with a delectable beauty queen on top of her. When Becca's hands appeared on either side of the bed, trapped in Caitlyn's vise grip, she groaned in renewed strength to show what she could do.

"You're a handful right now." Caitlyn untied the fabric belt holding up her pants in place. As it slid effortlessly out, Becca closed her eyes, giving herself completely over without remorse.

That was her bare skin coming out again. And those were her wrists bound together by Caitlyn's soft belt.

A kiss against her forehead forced her eyes open.

Who needed propriety when Caitlyn touched her, groped her like that? Rare was the woman who could make Becca think of the word groping and see it as hot, let alone a necessity to one's personal life. Yet Caitlyn knew exactly how to touch Becca in such a lecherous way that it felt right, as if she were supposed to spend her evening getting fucked by the one power couple who preferred to not keep their romance to each other. There was Becca, enjoying the benefits as Caitlyn's heavy body pushed against her.

Damn, I love her. Becca didn't voice it. When Caitlyn looked at her like that, she was meant to remain silent aside from her whimpers. Caitlyn could say plenty for them both.

"Are these the same pair you were wearing earlier?" Caitlyn's fingers hooked into the elastic of Becca's underwear. "You packed a few extra, I'm assuming. You're always prepared."

She didn't wait for an answer. She pulled down Becca's underwear, pressing them against her face as if she could detect traces of her wife.

Surely, she did. That was why she delicately folded Becca's underwear and shoved them in her pocket. Becca's thighs shifted on the bed, eager to open for another woman again. For someone like Caitlyn, you really have to open your legs. Becca loved it. The anticipation alone was enough to make her squirm. Get between my legs with your beautiful thighs, Cait. That's what Becca would have said if she dared. Split my hips apart as you hump me with yours.

That was the fantastic thing about Caitlyn and Jane. They were so different in both body and mind that it couldn't be more like making love to two totally different people. Becca got the easy entanglement with Jane and the crushing heat of Caitlyn. Every day was her birthday if she believed hard enough.

Caitlyn's hand disappeared between Becca's legs, already coated with what she had left behind after her afternoon delight with Jane. "Isn't it wonderful, having a woman like this?"

Becca didn't bother answering. Caitlyn wouldn't be mad either way.

"I'm going to fuck you. You're going to like it." Caitlyn's fingers were already teasing her entrance. "I know you will, because you always do. You're my good girl, aren't you?"

"Yes..."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, ma'am..."

Caitlyn thrust her fingers deep into Becca's pussy, all the way up to her knuckles. "I lied," she said, while Becca cried out from being taken to that erotic place again so soon. "You're not my good girl. You're my naughty darling who gives it up to whoever finds her first. Isn't that right?" Her finger jerked inside Becca, forcing itself into the tightest corner it could claim. Even without her clit touched, Becca shuddered from the stimulation that was likely to make her come sooner rather than later. If I can handle it... Oh, Caitlyn would take this pleasure from Becca. There was no doubt about it. But Becca was definitely giving, giving, giving.

She would happily destroy herself for her women.

"Did you hear me?" Caitlyn sweetly asked. "You're an easy one, aren't you?"

"Yes..." Becca's breath hitched as her hips rolled with the rhythm of Caitlyn's hand. Her own hands remained bound above her head. She couldn't touch her beautiful queen if she wanted. "I am."

"How long have you been waiting for us?"

"My whole life."

Caitlyn leaned down, her body flattening on top of Becca, her mouth close to her ear. "Then let me give you everything you've ever wanted."

"I already have that."

Caitlyn lifted her face enough to stare at Becca, to chuckle with the promise of making her words true. Becca's heart pounded in her ears. Her throat constricted with a cry she knew was coming.

That was when Caitlyn's hand returned but with more fingers. Two? Three? Becca couldn't tell. It was enough to make her want to scream as those fingers buried themselves in her.

"F-fuck!" Becca's hips were at it again, this time without the careful counting of her own consciousness. "Cait!"

"As much as I love my name..." Caitlyn's fingers stilled inside Becca, leaving her open, wanting more. "I want to make it clear that I am your Mistress this weekend."

"Yes, Mistress." Caitlyn's thumb rolled over Becca's clit. "Yes, Mistress!"

Those hungry eyes hovering over Becca threatened to eat her whole. "Do you want me?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

"Do you want to make me happy in this bed? With your body?"

"Yes..." Those fingers rolled within her again, each knuckle tormenting Becca's fading sanity. "Yes, yes!"

The devil's demeanor flashed across Caitlyn's face before she resumed the task of destroying Becca from within. "That's what I thought."

"Ah! God..." Becca couldn't tell if her arms were still above her head, or if she was digging her nails into the sheets, her pillow, anything to ground herself in the real world.

Her thighs parted further, but it was not enough to take Caitlyn's thrusting hand.

"Oh, God, you feel so good," Becca whispered. "I'm gonna come so hard for you. Please let me come for you."

"Yes," Caitlyn said. "Come for me, dirty girl. Make sure I know it's your best one yet."

"Fuck!" Becca took Caitlyn's hand as far as she could. She was close to sobbing, begging for the release that had been building since Jane put her mouth on there an hour ago. Climax had been fantastic then. But now? "I can't... I can't..."

"You can."

"Mistress..."

"Come on, Becca. Do it for me. Show how much you want me by ripping my hand off my arm." Caitlyn's voice fell to that monstrous gravel that she adopted when she was out for blood. "I need to see you lose it, you filthy brat."

That was the moment Becca let go.

She was gone, soaring, ascending into a place she knew only with these women. A place where there was no time, no place, no sense. Where all that mattered was her own body, the orgasm that tore through her like a bullet to the chest, and the woman who brought it to her.

It was the most beautiful, agonizing bliss.

When she was done, her body limp on the bed, Caitlyn's fingers slid out of her pussy, coated with proof of Becca's devotion. "You are a wet one." Caitlyn licked her fingers. "My wife likes to fuck so much that sometimes I wonder how I ever get a turn." She kissed the back of her hand, her eyes on Becca as if she knew exactly what was running through her mind. "Sometimes you have to take it for yourself."

"Whatever you want, Mistress..."

Caitlyn wiped her fingers on Becca's thigh. "You're so sweet, Becca. That was for me, wasn't it? Thank you."

Becca caught her breath while Caitlyn pulled herself off the bed. If I keep this up, I might die. Such dramatics haunted Becca when her partners decided to double team her like this, even if they hadn't set out to accomplish such a tantalizing feat. But the last of Becca's fervor manifested as she watched Caitlyn shed her blouse on the floor, her skin-colored bra pushing up the very things Becca wanted to drown in. Maybe if she asked sweetly... but Caitlyn was on a mission, and it required her taking off her pants.

"I'm going to use you." Caitlyn pulled down the cups of her bra without loosening her straps on unbuckling the back. As her pink areolas and hard nipples spilled from her lingerie, she pulled aside her underwear to show Becca what was coming for her. "You're already dirty, right? A bit more filth won't change a thing."

That's right. Becca was meant to be filthy and used and discarded until she felt the next wave of satisfaction. If that was Caitlyn's wish, she would have to follow through. Even if it meant laying there and letting her do what she wanted with Becca's body.

She always does what I want. And I love that.

"I've been so good this weekend." Caitlyn picked up the small vibrator that had been patiently waiting on the side of the bed. As it buzzed to life, she rolled it down her chest, slightly hissing as it stimulated her nipple. "I hadn't thought of sex once since we got on the plane. I've been so focused on the pageant. Somewhere in the back of my mind..." The vibrator buzzed down her stomach, stopping short of her mound. "I figured you and Jane could take care of yourselves. But now I know I was mistaken." She drew small circles around her underwear, keeping Becca's focus right there. "I can't go on that stage until I take what's rightfully mine."

She slipped the vibrator into her underwear. The buzz was muffled, but the groan settling into Caitlyn's throat performed admirably in the court of betraying one woman's sexual desire.

"Keep those legs spread open. I've got one more job for your pretty pussy."

Becca didn't know anything else right now. There was her, Caitlyn, the bed, and the lonely ache in her arms as she kept them above her head. As the bed dipped, Caitlyn climbing back on, Becca forced her legs as wide open as nature allowed, her toes stretching toward the sides of the bed. Meanwhile, Caitlyn stretched for Becca's body.

"Ah..." Becca cut off her own moan as Caitlyn's curvy thighs propped her up from beneath her ass. Becca's legs soon looped over Caitlyn's shoulders, still open, still searching for heaven in that hotel room. "Yes..." Becca closed her eyes, surrendering to her other Mistress as Caitlyn gently - at first - undulated against her. The vibrator never directly touched Becca's pussy, but it wasn't meant to. That dull buzz against her tender flesh was direct stimulation for Caitlyn, who eventually wound their legs together until she could thrust against Becca as hard and as fast as she wanted.

This was a woman with something to prove. Of course she was going for it.

"God..." Becca curled her hands into the pillow, wishing she could touch Caitlyn. Her Mistress. Her everything. "God!"

"That's right, darling. Worship me."

"I do..." Becca's eyes fluttered open to watch the beautiful sight above her. Caitlyn, spilling from her bra as she thrust against Becca, sharing the gift of the vibrator as best as she could. "I worship you."

Caitlyn grinned through her concentration, her mouth slightly parted, her hair starting to fall out of place. "Show me."

Becca's thighs clenched around Caitlyn's, encouraging her to move faster, harder. This is where Caitlyn would normally pin down Becca's hips and fuck her like she meant it. But this time, Becca wanted to make a point. "I worship you... and your wife..."

Caitlyn's thrusts slowed. "You better mean it."

"I do."

"Because I don't know what I'd do without you." Caitlyn's breath hitched as the vibrator stimulated her the right way. "You are ours, and we will do anything for you."

Becca's eyes burned. She didn't want to cry. Not here. "Thank you, Mistress."

Caitlyn pushed up on her elbows, hovering over Becca, staring at her with the look of an obsessed woman who had finally found her peace. "Don't ever leave us." Caitlyn kissed her. "Promise me you won't."

Becca's eyes closed again. Caitlyn was kissing her face, her neck, her breasts, her stomach, everywhere she could reach with those delicate lips before coming back to fuck her into the depths of the bed like they both knew she wanted.

Becca gave herself over to the feeling, the emotion, the desire. There was only Caitlyn.

"I promise."

Caitlyn kissed Becca's lips, holding her tight as she humped her with the thunder of oblivion echoing in her movements. "Do you love me, Becca?" That haggard question heralded that Caitlyn was already on the verge of coming. "Tell me."

"I love you!"

"Do you need us, Becca?"

"Yes, Mistress! Ah!" Becca was consumed by the heavy movements crashing between her legs, the buzzing vibrator slightly stimulating her enough to make her eyes roll back while Caitlyn's whole body rolled over her. Nipples, breasts, cleavage were all in her face, and she kissed them, licked them, opened her mouth to them until she was finally suffocating in the warm place that was Caitlyn's love. The moment Becca caught a nipple in her mouth, she didn't let go. Her tongue did all of the lovemaking for her.

"Oh, God... Becca!"

Caitlyn came hard against Becca, her entire body shuddering with the force of her well-deserved orgasm. Becca clasped her legs together, her hands still above her head, knowing that the moment Caitlyn stopped twitching, she would get exactly what she wanted.

Because Caitlyn was godly like that.

Her Mistress pulled the vibrator from her underwear, her body limp, her chest heaving as she collapsed onto Becca. This time, Becca took Caitlyn into her arms, rubbing her back as she waited to be scolded for lowering her hands. They were still bound. That would be good enough for Caitlyn, surely.

"Wasn't that something?" Although her voice was steady, Caitlyn's rosy red cheeks and mussed hair gave her away. "I can think of only one way to bring this lovely evening to a close. Do you know what it is, Becca?"

Caitlyn sat up; Becca shook her head.

"Let me give you a hint." Caitlyn fluffed one of the pillows before lowering her head. The rest of her body followed, this time her thighs were the ones open, warm, and oh-so inviting to someone like Becca, who sometimes couldn't say no until her partners told her to stop and rest. "Try not to spoil your dinner, though. I hear we're going somewhere quite chic."

Becca crawled up onto her bound hands, waiting for Caitlyn to give the signal. Once she said it, Becca shrugged the belt off her wrists and flexed her fingers as her hands ran up the length of Caitlyn's legs. She needed her hands freed to toss her hair out of her face before lowering her mouth to her Mistress's enticing pussy.

I am so going to hell. Becca could care less about the devil when Caitlyn spread her legs apart. I am so ready for it.

As Becca's tongue slid up Caitlyn's slit, she knew she was there. There was no hell like the one she was already in. She was a happy sinner, like her Mistresses.

"That's it." Caitlyn pulled the pillow around her head. "Do to me what that thing can't."

The vibrator was dormant next to her face as she ate Caitlyn out. Her tongue retreated into the sweetest space she ever tasted. Her nose nudged the soft hood of Caitlyn's clit, searching for the tiny pearl beneath. And her hands dug into Caitlyn's soft thighs, bracing for the inevitable when Caitlyn raised her pussy against Becca's mouth. Becca had half a mind to grab the vibrator and tease her girlfriend's entrance while focusing her tongue on that swollen clit but knew better. Caitlyn would have asked for it if she wanted it.

I'm gone. Caitlyn's scent was unlike any other woman's, the headiest, strongest perfume to ever entrance Becca when trapped between a Mistress's legs. She would spend the whole night down there, bruising her lips and tiring her tongue if that was what Caitlyn wanted. If Becca understood one thing, it was giving all of herself to someone worthy of her devotion.

And, sometimes, people who were not worthy. Caitlyn and Jane had helped her see that.

"You say you worship me?" Caitlyn asked. Becca nodded, not daring to remove her face from the beautiful heaven she was offered. "Show me."

Becca didn't hesitate. She was a thrall to Caitlyn's scent, lavishing the depths before her, tongue exploring every inch of her Mistress's pussy before finding that elusive clit again. Caitlyn's wasn't always hard to find, as it liked to play hide and seek in her folds, daring Becca to put in the effort to coax it out - and to worship it.

"Just your tongue." Caitlyn's fingertips danced against her breast, teasing her own nipple while she gave her dreamy orders. "Make me come using nothing but your mouth."

Becca knew the drill. She was already rubbing her face against the wettest part of Caitlyn, hands finding their purchase against her thighs, beneath her knee, around her waist and holding on as soon as she found a comfortable spot. What was better than touching the breadth of her Mistress's body while sampling the sweet nectar of heaven?

"That's it…" Caitlyn's voice pitched upward, her hand in Becca's frizzing hair as her tongue worked itself half to death. "That's it, Becca…"

So hot. So wet. So much. Becca pushed through the fatigue in her face as she found her rhythm. When her lips weren't sucking on the delicious pearl hiding between two thick folds, they were kissing the length of Caitlyn's entrance, her moans guiding tender vibrations through her Mistress's body. As long as Caitlyn looked down at her, Becca looked up, their gazes locked as one grew hungrier and the other offered herself up for dinner. Becca ate whatever she pleased.

She couldn't make her pleas with her mouth full. She had to beg with her eyes.

"Come for me, Mistress. Let me know how much you love this. Make me cry from how hard you fuck my face when you come."

Becca was ready. She had been ready from the moment she first saw Caitlyn after three weeks apart. Their fooling around in the tub and two quick romps in bed before Caitlyn fell fitfully asleep, exhausted from everything going on, hadn't been enough for Becca, who became addicted to sex as easily as she craved more love.

I need her to need me. She would die to have both Caitlyn and Jane take her one more time that day.

Caitlyn was the one who broke eye contact, flinging back her head into the pillow and groaning so intently that Becca automatically dropped her bottom lip, her mouth swallowing the opening to Caitlyn's pussy while her tongue increased its momentum. She would be bereft if she missed the best part of her Mistress's quickly crowning orgasm.

Sure enough, Caitlyn's hips rose again. The burning heat she released right into Becca's mouth was enough to make her slam her tongue forward and catch every drop as her breath hustled through her nostrils.

Only then did Becca pull away, snapping Caitlyn's underwear back where it belonged.

"How do I look?" Becca knew her face was covered in Caitlyn's pussy. "Nobody will mistake me for anyone but yours."

Caitlyn motioned for her to join her on the pillow. As Becca curled against her, wrapping an arm around Caitlyn's midsection, they shared a kiss that was more Caitlyn showering her with aftercare than more direct romance.

That came later, when Caitlyn got up to change clothes. Before telling Becca to clean herself up, she bent down and spanked Becca's ass three firm times.

"Oh!" Becca held the pillow to her chest as she watched her skin turn pink.

"That was for being a filthy slut who seduced me, knowing she had been fucked by my wife." Caitlyn fixed up her underwear before smacking Becca's ass once more. "That was for the fun of it."

"Thank you, Mistress," Becca whimpered. "Can you fuck me one more time?"

"Oh, honey, you are spent." No, Caitlyn would not be captivated by Becca's pitiful wiles, and she tried. "Let's go take a hot shower so we can change for dinner. I've got some interviews I have to give later tonight, so this is our chance to be more romantic, huh?"

"Please?"

"Rebecca." The firm use of her whole name snapped Becca out of her stupor. "No. It's too much."

Her cherished grin was enough to assuage Becca's sudden fears that she was unworthy of more attention. The two of them would have to be happy enough with a hot shower. Especially if it included careful attention to every inch of Becca's throbbing body.

Yes, she was loved. She hadn't felt so loved in so long.