Chapter 24

Rebecca

She didn't know what Jane was so excited about that Saturday night. After weeks of a hush-hush project on her side of the new house, Jane was finally ready to reveal what she had been working on.

Caitlyn was likewise curious.

"Whatever she's doing over there," she said in the car while they waited for Jane to come out and drive them to the house, "she's quite giddy about it. I can only imagine."

Cecelia joined them in the SUV. Caitlyn shushed after that. Rebecca kept her thoughts to herself. They were dropping Cecelia off to stay the night at a friend's so the other three could have a night to themselves. For the first time in weeks, the stars aligned for everyone to be in a good mood, not sick, and not rushing out of town for this or that. Kicking Cecelia off to a friend only made Becca wonder if tonight was the night she might finally get to kiss both her girlfriends within ten minutes of each other. It has been… too long.

Such was life and love. Time went by faster, and Becca wondered how long it would be before she realized ten years had gone by with these two.

The knowledge that Jane was now forty and Caitlyn not that far behind hit Rebecca like a truck as they got out at the house. Already the sun was beginning to set, the three of them having an early dinner at one of their favorite seafood places so Jane could give them a tour of her wing.

"What is that look for, love?" Jane asked as she fumbled for the house keys. "You look like your grandmother's died."

Becca shrugged. "Nothing. Just being sentimental."

"Hold off on crying until you see the fantastic job everyone has done." Jane flung the doors open.

The three of them entered the house that they would soon call home. A part of Becca still didn't believe it, like she sometimes couldn't believe that Jane had once seen how she lived and insisted that she move into the guestroom in the riverside flat. It wasn't like I lived horribly… Maybe to Jane, who had grown up in a spacious estate like White Fir in a cramped city like Hong Kong…

"Look at Jane, with her fancy section of the house all to herself," Caitlyn teased as they went down the hallway leading to what was essentially Jane's separate apartment. All she needs is a kitchenette and she's good to go. Except Jane didn't cook. Even if someone gave her a microwave and a hot plate, she wouldn't know what to do with them. "The most spoiled girl in the world award goes to her, yes?"

Jane turned around in the hallway, sticking her tongue out at her wife. "I think you will find that not everything here is for me." She removed her coat and encouraged her partners to do the same. As Becca shimmied out of hers, she realized that she had been sweating in her turtleneck and pencil skirt. Maybe it was starting to warm up again outside after all.

They left their coats on Jane's bed, a California king-sized monstrosity that showed how much bigger this room was compared to the one she had in their current home. Caitlyn wrapped her hand around the end post that jutted up from the bottom of the bed. But Jane was more excited about the view of the natural wildflower garden in the backyard that was now beginning to pop. Farther on was a manmade pond that most of the residents on their side of West Haven could see from their bedrooms.

"Like I said." Caitlyn laughed. "Spoiled rich girl."

Jane backed her up against the bedpost, a smarmy look on her face liable to get them all in trouble. "Isn't that why you married me, Cait?" Jane nipped at the smug superiority of Caitlyn's grin. "To get spoiled too?"

Becca gave them space as she peeked into the closet, whistling at the tastefully arranged built-ins and dark green accent walls. It's a separate room. Becca's walk-in closet was nowhere this big. Even Caitlyn's, with a built-in vanity that jutted into her bathroom, couldn't compare to the dressing room Jane now sported. Someone had helped her organize the few suits and blouses she had already moved over, but Becca didn't know who.

She liked the painting hanging up in the alcove separating suit jackets from blouses.

That was a good day. Becca didn't like looking at her photographs, but this was different. This was a romantic, stylized portrait of her and Caitlyn lying together, naked, a single blanket wrapping around them both. The boudoir painting had been a gift from Jane that past Christmas, and this must have been what she intended to do with the end product. I mean, it helps that Cait and I did it as soon as we were alone…

Didn't take much in that family.

She glanced into the bedroom. Caitlyn playfully smacked Jane's hand away, the two of them laughing as they wandered in Becca's direction. "Ah, I see you have discovered my humble secret." Jane motioned to the painting, ensuring Caitlyn saw it. "I can look at my two favorite women while getting dressed in the morning. A sort of ‘this is why you got up,' reminder."

Caitlyn purposely brushed by Jane, hand wrapping around her waist before pulling away again. As she dipped into the bathroom and exclaimed over the "hideous" light fixtures that were more Jane's tastes than anyone else's, Becca said, "I love this picture."

Jane offered Becca her undivided attention. "As you should. It's absolutely divine."

Becca nudged her partner's shoulder, much like Caitlyn had only a minute before. "Is this the real reason you want us to see everything? You want to make sure we know you have a shrine to us in here?"

"Not only a shrine to you loves, but a dedication to your beautiful womanhood and radiating sexuality."

"Uh-huh."

"Look here." Jane pointed to the portrait, particularly at Becca's barely-there side-boob. "Can see a wee bit of your nipple there. Very exciting. This will fetch a fair price when we are all dead and future lesbians ask, ‘How can we get a piece of that in our house?'"

"Maybe I have a future as a model. I mean, if I can look that good next to a crowned beauty queen…"

"Yes, our Cait is gorgeous. Make sure you tell her. She's very sensitive about that."

Becca knew. While Caitlyn had moved on from the pageant, she still had bouts of insecurities about her weight and aging. Even after changing doctors to someone who was more delicate about addressing health issues, like Caitlyn's slightly high blood pressure that appeared at her most recent appointment, she took it as a sign that all of her self-doubts were true. Jane can only cover her in kisses so much and I can only sing her praises while getting rammed beneath her so much…

Jane snapped her fingers before Becca's face. "Earth to Rebecca. What naughty thing are you thinking?"

"Nothing."

"You filthy liar."

"Guess I better get in the bathroom then." Becca wandered into the next room, where Caitlyn stood in the shower, inspecting the contractor's work. "Someone's already beat me to it."

The tour included every corner of the bathroom, followed by reconvening in the hallway where Jane showed them the office. The carpentry was finished, but she was moving all of her furniture from the flat and thus there wasn't anywhere to sit, let alone work.

"You? Work?" Caitlyn said. "I do more in an office than you."

"Come on, Cait, I need a room to entertain clients and business friends. Now that we have our proper piece of property, I can do bits like that. Did not really care for having people up in the flat unless it was for relaxing."

Becca admired the view from the window again. "I could see myself spending some time in here just because."

"How about I show you somewhere else you can spend some time?"

That was their cue to step across the hallway. Becca knew there had been another small room here, according to the floor plans, but wasn't sure what her partners planned on doing with it. Until now, she had assumed it would be some kind of receiving room or extra storage facility, but when Jane opened the door?

"Oh, my God." Caitlyn stepped inside, full of disbelief. "Lin!"

Becca squeezed in, hand brushing against her mouth as she gasped.

"Lovely, innit?" Jane didn't bother turning on the overhead light as she closed half the blinds and took in their reactions. "I worked with the same crew that the likes of the Warrens and the Monroes use for their business and pleasure. And God knows how many other deviants around here. They get a lot of work. Which means they had plenty of silly ideas for me to implement in here as soon as they saw the space."

"Jane…" Caitlyn stood in the middle of the room, still flummoxed. "This is a dungeon."

"Yes, love. Our private hideaway for certain kinds of adult fun. Isn't it lovely?" Her face popped out in front of Caitlyn. "What do you think, Becca? Fancy the swing there?"

Becca hadn't even noticed the sex swing hanging in the corner. "Wow," she said. "Could get some easy access in that thing."

Caitlyn approached the wall with what looked like a sliding barn door. Sure enough, she tugged on a handle, and the door slid aside to reveal more deviancy.

"A cross?" She turned to Jane, who was loving every second of this. "You installed a St. Andrew's cross in our new home?"

"Becca loves the cross. First thing she always wants to go see in the club."

"It's true," Becca said. "I like watching people get strung up on the cross."

"Do you? When were you going to tell me this?" Caitlyn asked.

"Guess it never came up when we were out."

"We're up on six years now," Caitlyn said to both of her partners. "Six years with the three of us together, and I'm now learning that Rebecca wants to get fucked on a cross."

"I mean, I don't have to be fucked…"

"Cait, Cait." Jane took her wife by the hand and pulled her back into the center of the cozy dungeon. "I have something with you in mind over here."

"Oh, do you?"

Jane winked at Becca from across the room as she lured Caitlyn into a corner. "Behold." Jane yanked a black sheet off a spanking horse. "Whenever I lose a bet you can spank me good on this thing."

"Uh-huh. Show me."

"Oh, you'd love that."

Becca raised her hand. "I know I would."

"Yes, everyone likes watching me get spanked from time to time. Very special occasion for me and my arse. Now, over here…" Her deflection from what Becca – and Caitlyn – was already thinking was masterful as Jane approached the built-ins on the other wall. She opened cupboard doors to reveal a selection of impact play and restraint implements. "The bottom drawer is empty." She showed her partners that it was lined in black satin. "I was thinking some naughty bits that at least one of us enjoys. Your strap-ons, vibrators, maybe a leash if you like."

"You're going to have a better lock on this room than you currently do, right?" Caitlyn asked. "I'm not even thinking about Cece accidentally wandering in here and getting us all in trouble. If you're going to host business partners in your office across the hall…"

"Oh, relax. The only people who can come in here will be the three of us." Jane sat on the spanking horse, albeit in no position to get any impact – much to Becca's disappointment. "Which means we are on the hook for keeping this place neat and tidy, but that's how it goes."

Caitlyn glanced between Jane and Becca, keeping her opinion to herself. "Jane…"

"What do we think, loves? Brilliant? Or Jane's gone kooky again?"

Becca could no longer contain the notion that this was happening. Because of course it was. With Jane – and, yes, Caitlyn – at the helm of this relationship? Nothing else was possible.

"I love it," she said. "And so do you, Cait. Admit it, you've spent the whole time in here thinking of all the nasty things you want to do to me." She gestured to Jane. "And her."

"Also thinking about all the nasty things she wants done to her," Jane muttered out of the side of her mouth.

Slowly, a smile tickled Caitlyn's face. Soon, she was laughing. "When's the last time the three of us even spanked in the same room?"

Jane had prepared that answer. "Seven months. Before the squid showed up." She stamped one foot. "Kids get in the way of everything!"

"Something tells me you have not gone completely without, though," Caitlyn said. "I tied you up in my childhood bed this past Christmas."

"You tied me up," Becca reminded her.

"Yes, I know. I tied you both up."

"Our Cait likes to assert dominance in her childhood bedroom, doesn't she?" Jane closed the empty drawer. "Funny. So do I. I get way fewer chances to take you girls for a spin where I lost my virginity in White Fir. That reminds me, I nailed our Becca in New York when we were there for business. Knowing her, she made you even it out when we got back, Cait."

"That was a month ago."

"You telling me you don't remember what sex you were having a month ago? Does that mean you forgot begging me for a buggering in the…"

Caitlyn cut her off with a hint of distress in her voice. "Okay, we get it, the three of us are not without getting laid when we need to, but seldom together. To be fair, it's hard to schedule sex between three women with very different personalities and menstrual maladies."

"Something about the word ‘schedule' concerning sex is making me feel a certain way, Cait."

"Only because you say it weird, Jane."

Becca stepped between them, one hand on Jane's chest and the other hooking into Caitlyn's belt cinched around her sweater dress. "I think we should focus on the fact that the three of us are available tonight. Come on." She glanced at Jane, who grinned, and Caitlyn, who looked away. "Did you guys think we were going out as a throuple for the first time in months and not making the most of it?"

"I assumed it would be at home," Caitlyn said. "Or at the club, if we were going there."

"We are home, Cait."

"Yeah, Cait." Becca turned her whole body toward Caitlyn, tugging on her belt and bringing her close enough to kiss. "This is our home now. And Jane was kind enough to think of these things for us. Isn't that nice of her?"

Caitlyn lowered her crossed arms, hands encircling her hips as she pushed her forehead toward Becca's. "I think you simply want to take that St. Andrew's Cross for a spin, Becca."

"I mean…" Becca undid the belt between her fidgety hands. "Since we're here…"

Sighing, Caitlyn tilted her head back, the faint rays of sunset illuminating the side of her blond head. "Do you have a coin on you, Lin?"

Becca didn't see Jane behind her, but she certainly felt her presence before a playful kiss landed on the back of her neck. "I've got three, love. Which do you want? Heads or tails?"

I don't have to ask what the coin was for. If they were both taking her on, they had to decide who went first – because neither romanticized going second.

Her therapist had warned her that she was sometimes too compliant, especially when it came to pushing herself in the bedroom. It was something her partners also worried about since the word no barely existed in Becca's vocabulary once her arousal peaked, but she didn't care.

She was in good hands.

"Not too tight, is it?" Caitlyn sweetly asked as she snapped the soft restraints around Becca's wrists. "You're breaking this in, so it's going to be accommodated to your body."

She had won the coin toss, to nobody's surprise. Sometimes, Becca wondered if Jane carried a weighted coin to ensure her wife always won. Then she'll suddenly win, and… Becca was more than warmed up for Caitlyn, that was for sure.

"Could make it tighter, honestly."

"Now, now." Caitlyn cupped her hands around Becca's face, thumbs tugging on the corners of her mouth as one closed her eyes and fell into a stupor. "We must be careful. If we're pushing you over the edge, it's because you're screaming in pleasure."

"Scream as loud as you want, love." Jane stood off to the side, her full attention on the scene before her. "We're the only ones who can hear you now."

Becca grinned through the tingles overcoming her as Caitlyn felt her up and delicately kissed her through her turtleneck. "I'm all yours," she whispered.

"We know." Caitlyn lifted Becca's sweater out of her skirt, which had been too tight for a St. Andrew's Cross and required bunching up toward her waist for Becca to be assisted. This is already the best thing I've done all year. Everything she did with either of her partners when they were alone was wonderful, but this? When it was the three of them indulging in a long-yearned-for scene? Becca remembered why she put up with every slight inconvenience.

"Don't hog all the nipples for yourself." Jane draped herself on one side of the cross as Caitlyn tucked the sweater beneath Becca's arms and sucked her sensitive areolas through her bra. "You know she gets overstimulated there, and I would like a turn eventually."

Just to tease her wife, Caitlyn lowered Becca's bra and flicked her tongue against a nipple that tipped hard enough to stab a woman in the cheek.

"Very funny, Cait."

"I don't think it's funny." Caitlyn straightened her posture. "I think it's hot."

"Teasing me is hot?"

"Oh, absolutely." As Caitlyn finished pushing up Becca's skirt, she encountered the pair of tights that separated her from glory on the St. Andrew's Cross. She raised her eyebrows at Becca, waiting for the indication that it was fine to proceed.

Becca nodded. As her hair fell in her face, Jane pulled it out of the way, caressing her girlfriend's cheek as Caitlyn ripped open the crotch of the tights.

Even though she had done it dozens of times before, Becca gasped in delightful surprise.

"Tied up and at the whim of two perverts." Jane gently yanked on Becca's hair as Caitlyn pulled open a hole big enough to admit her hand. Becca was already gone, breathing deeply as one girlfriend distracted her with passionate words and the other rubbed her slit – as if she weren't wet already. "How many times has this happened now?" Jane kept talking as Becca cried out from the finger making its way up inside her. That's right. Fuck me already. They might as well pop the dungeon's cherry, because they didn't have a single one between the three of them. "I think you like it, Becca. I think you love having two randy perverts restrain you and have their way with you. What do you think, Cait?"

Caitlyn studied Becca's reactions as if she were a specimen in her experiment. Blond brows crowned her forehead as she said, "I think she likes it, yes. That is a very wet pussy we have down here."

"And look at these lovely nipples!" Jane squeezed Becca's breast, forking her fingers around her girlfriend's hard areola as Caitlyn continued to finger Becca below. "We barely look at her and she's ready to go. Isn't it a wonderful life we have, Cait?"

"I have no complaints."

Becca realized her heavy breaths had crescendoed into a light whine. They're gonna make me come. It was so obvious that this was their game. One of the things Becca had on her "docket of preapproved sex acts" was forced orgasms. It wasn't unusual for either of these classy brutes to pull her into a room and make her come in five minutes, even if she hadn't been thinking about it ten minutes before.

It wasn't only for her benefit, though. Both Jane and Caitlyn quickly figured out that a sexually stimulated Becca was likely to give them whatever they wanted until her fog lifted.

Anyone else could have taken advantage of that and ruined the purest part of Becca's sexuality. Instead, these two brought her into their world and rocked it.

"Go on and give her another," Jane urged after peeping at what happened between Becca's legs. "That's what this thing is for. Making her take it."

Becca groaned in anticipation. It was either that or save it for when Caitlyn actually penetrated her with a second finger, and what was the fun in that?

It felt so good to be held open like this, restrained, fucked, loved. If the cross wasn't designed to hold open her legs, she would have been more than happy to spread them for her Mistresses. But that wasn't necessary, since Jane held her in place while Caitlyn played with her pussy like it belonged to her.

It did. Becca's entire being belonged to them both.

What a dangerous way to think. Becca simultaneously lamented her natural state and embraced it, knowing that there was no going back now that Pandora's box had been opened for several years. She was set in her ways. She wouldn't change, not even for the millions of dollars she was probably set to inherit if some tragedy befell the women she loved. So embrace it. Live in the moment. She was lucky enough to be alive right here, right now, enjoying the erotic company of this married couple who had seen her, known her, and said, "Our family isn't complete without her."

As Caitlyn added another finger to the mix, Jane whispered in her ear, "You're doing such a great job, Becca. I think you deserve a reward, don't you?"

Becca nodded.

"Yes, she does," Caitlyn agreed as she curled her fingers inside of Becca, teasing her innermost spot. "I think our Becca should have all she can handle. What do you think, Jane?"

"I think we should fuck her until she can't see straight, darling. She deserves it."

"What do you think I'm doing right now?"

"I don't see her coming, do you?"

Becca yelped in pleasure as Caitlyn's thumb rolled over her girlfriend's clit. Yes. Make me take it.

"How about now?"

"That's not orgasming, that's having a seizure."

Caitlyn pulled her fingers out of Becca. Before anyone could ask why she stopped, Caitlyn invited Jane closer, offering her fingers to the woman now pulling her into an embrace.

All Becca could do was watch as Jane sucked Caitlyn's fingers before kissing her harder than Becca pulled against her restraints.

"I'm going to put you up there next," Jane muttered between kisses, barely audible enough for Becca to hear only two feet away. She helplessly stared at Jane pushing her hips against Caitlyn's thighs, the other woman covering her wife's throat with lipstick stains. "Just as soon as our Becca is done."

"Not if I string you up first."

Shut out, Becca yearned for one of them, either of them, to come back and touch her. Yet she said nothing as Caitlyn whimpered against Jane's mouth and Jane smacked Caitlyn's ass. They were in their own world. A fantastically hot world.

"We are neglecting our girlfriend," Jane warned Caitlyn as they continued to grope one another like it was their wedding night. "What kind of Mistresses are we if we don't tend to her needs, Cait?"

"We were busy."

Jane pulled Caitlyn's sweaterdress up over her ass and snapped her underwear. "Let's ask her what she wants." She finally detached from her wife, addressing Becca for the first time since losing her mind to Caitlyn's curvy body. "Who's going to make you come first, my dear?" She blew a kiss against Becca's lips, hand resting against her thigh. It didn't take long for Jane's finger to retread the trail Caitlyn's had forged only a moment ago. "Our Caitlyn?" Her finger shot straight up into Becca. "Or me?"

"Fuck!" Becca's gasp made both of her partners laugh in naughty amusement. They knew how to touch her. God, that much was true.

"That's not an answer." Caitlyn's hand was under Becca's chin, squeezing into her face as Jane continued to fuck her easily accessible pussy. "We want you to decide who is better at getting you off using nothing but their fingers." She nuzzled Jane in the temple before grabbing her wrist and saying, "Maybe I should help you with that."

"You think there's room, love?"

"This is Rebecca we're talking about." As Caitlyn's hand wrapped around Becca's face, forcing her to close her eyes while indulging in the hedonistic world that was her girlfriend's touch, Becca was introduced to another finger from another person. "She's got plenty of room. We love that about her!"

"You have such a beautiful way of insinuating a woman's a slut, Cait."

"Oh, because she is." Caitlyn wrapped Becca's hair around her hand. It only took a second for her to find a rhythm with Jane. One that was sure to destroy Becca from the inside out. "She's our bottomless slut."

The pressure was unbearable. Becca would have said so, but she was too busy being used, too busy being distracted by how much this actually turned her on. Fingerfucked by two women, one of whom was whispering in her ear how much of a good, well-behaving doll she was while the other kissed her.

I might come. Horror at it being so soon. Delight that it was so soon.

"Do you hear that?" Jane asked her wife. "That's the sound of our girl having the time of her life."

Becca wasn't going to argue. She was going to accept that these women knew her well, that they understood what she liked and when, and that she wanted to be treated like a ragdoll in the bedroom. She had a safe word if she wanted out. For now, though, she would take all they had to give.

And then some.

"Go ahead, darling." Jane licked up the side of Becca's face before saying, "Make her come for us."

Caitlyn's tongue joined in the action. Right on Becca's nipple. The sensation brought Becca closer to the edge. She could feel them, kissing and licking and biting and touching.

Jane. Caitlyn. Jane. Caitlyn.

I'm gonna come.

"Come for us, Becca." Jane was there, holding her face, encouraging her. "Let go."

It was as if the words were enough to make Becca release every ounce of tension she had built up. She felt her toes curl into her shoes, her knees bending inward as she cried out in pleasure.

All the while, both women kept touching her. Kissing her. Fucking her.

"Oh, my goodness." Caitlyn muffled her laughter right against Becca's chest. "Any tighter and we won't be getting you down from this thing anytime soon! Unless that's what you want."

Jane whistled through her teeth before pulling her delicate finger away from Becca's orgasm. "When she lets go, she really lets go!"

Becca gasped, her hands rattling against the top of the St. Andrew's Cross while her knees buckled and her heels fought for purchase against the hardwood floor. It was a good thing she was tied up. Otherwise, she'd be on the floor, waiting for someone to fall on top of her.

"Do you want down?" Caitlyn sweetly asked.

"Yes," Becca whispered. "I need you both."

"Both of us for what, love?" Jane asked.

Becca softly closed her eyes. "I don't know. I just need you both."

Caitlyn kept Becca steady as Jane undid one side of the restraints. As Becca fell forward, she was caught by Caitlyn, who was more than happy to support her weight until she was ready to stand up.

"Good girl." Caitlyn patted Becca's ass as she lowered her skirt. "We're not done with you yet, though."

"Are we ever?" Jane laughed. "You're our favorite toy."

"And you're my favorite ways to spend the evening."

Between the two of them, Becca was led out of the brand-new dungeon and to Jane's bedroom only one door away. She was grateful to rest her body, but she knew it also came with its own price.

Soon. Very soon.

"What do you think?" Caitlyn held Becca from behind, keeping her turtleneck up over her breasts so Jane had an eyeful as she faced them. "Isn't she the prettiest thing you've seen?"

"Now, now." Jane helped Becca step out of her skirt. Her ripped tights remained on, though. Of course they stay. Caitlyn can't say no to a pair of ruined tights. Half of their shopping trips consisted of Caitlyn buying Becca lingerie she fully intended on ripping, tearing, and cutting off her girlfriend. "That's a trick question. Because you are also the prettiest thing I've ever beheld, Cait. Ah, look at you two." Jane stared right into Becca's hazy eyes, but her hands were on Caitlyn's shoulders. "Take her to bed, Cait. I've got a special present for her."

"Let me guess…"

No other words were exchanged as Caitlyn gently pushed Becca onto the giant bed and climbed on with her. Becca was distracted by Jane taking off some of her clothes and searching for where she had unpacked her new toys for this occasion. By the time Caitlyn called Becca over, her cuddly blond Mistress was quite comfortable against the headboard, legs open for Becca to sit between her thighs.

How could anyone say no to that invitation?

"Are you having a lovely date night?" Caitlyn cooed into Becca's ear as the one situated the other. Fuck, this is hot. Caitlyn hooked her knees beneath Becca's and spread open her legs. Becca leaned her head back against Caitlyn's shoulder, her hair gathered to one side as her Mistress's grabby hands groped Becca's breasts and pinched her nipples. "My, can you think of any better way to break in this ridiculous bed? Who does Jane think she's kidding?" Becca yelped as Caitlyn's strong thighs pushed her upward. Becca's head slipped down and nestled against Caitlyn's breasts. "This bed is big enough for all three of us to sleep in and never touch each other."

Jane was looming over them both when Becca opened her eyes again. Wearing nothing but her bra and shirt, the bare skin below was a vision. Especially with a new strap-on also waiting to be broken in. By my pussy. Let's go.

"That's the idea," Jane said, and Becca didn't know if that was a response to what Caitlyn said about the bed's size, or what Becca had been thinking just now.

"Don't wear it out too much," Caitlyn said as she continued to massage Becca's chest with one hand and rub her stomach with the other. Such soft machinations encouraged her legs to stay open for Jane, who lifted Becca's ankles until they draped over her other Mistress's shoulders. They have me completely ensconced. This was better than the cross. That was fun. This was love. "You know I'm gonna want a turn with her pussy again."

"If I accidentally give her too much attention…" Jane spoked while lining up the tip of the strap-on exactly where she wanted it. Come on, come on, come on… Becca was always her most impatient when she was about to get it. Her brain occupied the past, present, and future simultaneously, which was a lovely way of saying the keyboard-smash variant of her garbled words. "There's always you, Cait. I will fuck you anytime you want, too."

Becca cried out as Jane penetrated her, those strong hips thrusting forward hard enough to send Becca's spine back up Caitlyn's chest. Caitlyn held on to her, desperately, touching her skin while talking over her moans. "You always do. With the understanding I get to do you sometimes, too."

"And sometimes our multitalented Rebecca turns it on me, too! How lovely." Jane bent down to kiss Becca on the lips before thrusting deeper into her. The grunt of exertion coming from one only inspired the other to moan louder.

Becca reached down to touch herself as Caitlyn let go of her breasts and grabbed her wrists instead.

"Oh, no you don't," Caitlyn warned as Jane fucked her girlfriend intending to be all she needed. "No touching yourself without permission."

"I'm sorry, Mistress!" Becca knew she shouldn't do it, but she had to come again. It was right there. Caitlyn held on to her like she was trying to keep her there, like she never wanted to let go. Meanwhile, Jane was driving her crazy with every movement. Even after all this time, it felt like she was learning new things about herself. Like how much she liked getting fucked by her girlfriends, both of whom were in the bedroom with her right now.

If this wasn't what she was built for, then what was the purpose of so much pleasure?

"Please, Mistresses, can I come?" Becca asked.

"Do you really think you've earned it?" Caitlyn reached for Jane, who stilled the strap-on inside of Becca as she lifted up and answered her wife's call. "What do you think, Jane?"

"I think I really want to kiss you."

Becca was trapped between them, her legs propped open by Caitlyn's and spread by Jane's. She had nowhere to put her hands as the women who spoiled her kissed overhead, Jane grabbing Caitlyn by the back of her beautiful blond head and sinking her tongue between those pink lips like she sank something else deep into Becca's.

These were the brief moments that could have made her feel like nothing but the plaything of a bored married couple looking to keep the spark alive. But Becca was built differently. She saw this and felt wholly, utterly theirs.

This moment wouldn't exist without her.

Caitlyn whispered something on Jane's lips. Both of Jane's hands were submerged in Caitlyn's hair. Becca watched them make out right above her and saw her chance.

She slowly reached between her legs and rubbed her clit while her Mistresses were distracted. Yet it was the slight movement of her leg that drew Jane's attention back to what her naughty girlfriend was up to.

"What are we going to do about that, Cait?"

"You're asking me? You're the one holding the fun."

"Yes, but you're holding Rebecca."

Becca's hand froze against her pussy when Jane's eyes bored right into her.

"Don't stop, love." Jane pulled out of Becca and slapped the tip of the strap-on against her pussy. "We want to hear how badly you need it."

"Keep going, Becca," Caitlyn urged. "We love watching you get off."

"Unless you want to be punished."

Becca whimpered. "What kind of punishment?"

Jane leaned down to kiss her, tongue in her mouth, before saying, "A good one."

"She knows that." Caitlyn laughed. "That's why she asked."

"You two..." Jane sat back on her heels and smacked Becca's thighs. "Spread open those legs, darling."

"Yes, Mistress."

As Becca continued to touch herself, she felt Caitlyn's hands roaming across her body.

"I don't know about you..." Caitlyn whispered in Becca's ear. "But I think you want to be punished. Otherwise, you would be behaving like the good girl you usually are."

"I want to be good!" Becca protested.

"Then stop touching yourself," Jane said.

"Or keep going and pay the price," Caitlyn added.

"You can't do both," Jane finished. "What will it be, Becca?"

"It's up to you, love." Caitlyn nibbled on Becca's earlobe before adding, "But we really don't mind punishing you."

"We've got all night to find out who gets you off better." Jane pulled Becca's hand away from her pussy. "Let's see if we can help you with that decision."

Becca wanted to ask what they were going to do to her, but she already knew the answer. These two always had something intense up their Armani sleeves.

"Turn over." Jane smacked the outside of Becca's thigh to make her point clear. "Come on! Let's go, love!"

Becca slowly pushed herself over, avoiding Caitlyn's thighs as she fixed her hair and felt another smack against her ass.

"I like the way you think, Lin." Caitlyn's foot waved back and forth on the bed as she drew her knees up and made it easier for Becca to drop her head down. "What a great punishment for a naughty girl who won't behave."

Becca whined against Caitlyn's thigh as two hard spanks came for her ass. The tip of the strap-on was back at her entrance, teasing her, refusing to enter until Becca followed instructions. "Your punishment," Jane sweetly said, "is to worship our lovely Cait's beautiful pussy. Just really get in there, Becca." Another hard spank hit her ass, and Becca gasped in white-hot pleasure, the strap-on submerging into her once more. "While I fuck you. But you can't come until Cait does."

"Ooh, that's good. Absolutely diabolical." Caitlyn shoved her mound right into Becca's face, urging her mouth to get started. "What happens if she snaps before me?"

"I guess she has to watch us go at it like rabbits for the rest of the night."

Caitlyn sighed as Becca tore aside her Mistress's underwear and kissed her folds. Finding her rhythm was not easy with Jane slamming into her from behind. Fuck, this is going to be hard. Becca had a one-track mind, and it included climaxing from the center of her core.

"We'll tie her up so she can't join in."

Jane's breaths were already ragged as she fucked Becca, urging her to come too early. "It's only right."

"Look at her, she's already losing it and I'm barely feeling a thing."

I'll show them.

Becca's cries were muffled by Caitlyn's pussy as Jane continued to fuck her. She could hear them kissing over her, feel Caitlyn's hands stroking her hair while also holding on to her. Jane kept fucking her, harder and harder, pulling her hair and spanking her ass with every other heavy thrust straight into her body. Becca was helpless in the best of ways. All she could do was eat out Caitlyn with the mission of making her come as quickly as possible. That's all she needed to do to please both of her Mistresses. And if she was a good girl, she would get to come soon enough.

Either way, she won.

Becca focused on Caitlyn's clit, flicking her tongue against that elusive bud before sucking it between her lips. Caitlyn was wet, and Becca had made her that way. Just like Jane had made her wet. They had so much control over her body and how it reacted. Pure. Bliss.

"That's it..." Caitlyn pushed Becca's head down. "Just like that... fuck..."

"You're going to make her come, Rebecca." Jane's grunts were becoming more pronounced, her words punctuated by exertion.

Becca knew she couldn't stop now. It felt good to be of service, but it also felt great to make Caitlyn feel good. Becca had a knack for pleasing women, but there was something special about the two of them. The way they talked to her, praised her, rewarded her when she did well.

Jane slapped Becca's ass again and said, "Come for us, Cait."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you."

Caitlyn grabbed onto Becca's head with both hands, grinding herself against Becca's face. Becca tried to stay in sync with what Caitlyn wanted, but her own body was betraying her. She needed to come. She needed to come. She needed to—

"Fuck!" Caitlyn's thighs quivered against Becca's cheeks as her legs fell open. Becca's tongue was everywhere, tasting Caitlyn as she rode out her orgasm with the help of her girlfriend's mouth. She looked down at Becca as Jane slowed behind her. "That's the good shit."

Becca sucked on Caitlyn's clit until she heard Jane's cries.

She collapsed on top of Becca, forcing her deeper into Caitlyn as she came, the strap-on still submerged inside of Becca's body.

The weight of both of them on top of her was too much, but Becca couldn't have asked for a better feeling. Being used by them, forced into submission, she was in heaven.

"Look at you." Caitlyn cupped Becca's chin and turned her head up. "You're so messy."

"You made me like this," Becca murmured.

Caitlyn licked her lips before diving in to kiss her. The taste of her own Mistress's pussy lingered on Becca's tongue.

"How are you doing there, darling?" Jane lifted off of Becca's back and sat up. "Is your face numb yet?"

"Not yet."

"It will be." Jane pulled out of Becca and rubbed her sore ass. "Don't worry. Because it's my turn to lie down, you lazy women."

She flopped onto the bed. Becca rolled over, exhausted. It was up to Caitlyn to finish taking off her sweater dress and looking at Jane as if she were a piece of candy. The kind you suck for a long, long time.

That was exactly what Caitlyn intended to do.

I still don't know what I did to deserve this life. Becca watched from the edge of the bed, turned on but still too tired for round three. But I thank the universe every day.

Someone cried out in girlish delight. Becca wasn't sure who. It didn't matter. She was in heaven, surrounded by angels.