Chapter 26

Chapter 26

Zurielle

A show.

At Ursa’s command, Alaric and I move to the stage. He gives me a hand up even though it’s barely two feet off the ground. I enjoy the contact, though. I enjoy the way his touch steadies me even more. Anticipation curls through me as we once again face Ursa.

She walks to the center couch and leans a hip against it, watching us closely. “You enjoyed being on stage, little Zuri. You liked being on display for the entire room of people.”

It’s not quite a question, so I press my lips together to keep from breaking my silence. The truth is that I did enjoy it. I would have enjoyed it more if I’d known the ultimate outcome, if there was no fear of who might win the bidding involved. Even with that… Yes. Enjoyed doesn’t begin to cover it.

“Alaric.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“I would like to see what my money won.” She still sounds warm, but I’ve learned all too well how that kindness can shield cruelty beyond imagining. Maybe I shouldn’t like it so much, the bite that comes with a kiss, but I can’t help myself.

Alaric takes my hand and guides it over my head, spinning me slowly as if we’re dancing. When I’m once again facing front, Ursa holds up a hand. “She’s very pretty.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I don’t dare look at him, but there’s a hunger in his tone that I can’t help but respond to. I can’t help but respond to all of this. Except… Why fight it? Why worry about my response? Ursa is fully in control of this scene, which means I don’t have to be. I take a slow breath and let go of all my trepidation. I like what she does to me, what they both do to me. That’s all that matters right now.

“Tiny little thing,” Ursa murmurs. “Practically bird-boned. Do you think we’ll break her, lover?”

He chuckles. “Only way to find out.”

“All in good time.” She moves to sit on the couch and crosses her legs, looking completely at ease. “Let’s see the rest of her. Slowly.”

He steps behind me and guides my arms up and lace my fingers at the back of my head. Then he runs his hands over the front of my body, as if trying to smooth the dress even closer to my skin. It’s as if the last few days haven’t happened, as if this is what happened after the auction.

Ursa laughs. “Now you’re just teasing me. Come now, lover. You know what I want.”

“Yes, Mistress.” He hooks his thumbs at the top of my dress and tugs it down to my ribs, baring my breasts. “Pretty little things,” Alaric murmurs. He cups them as if offering them up for her inspection. “Small and perfectly shaped.” He plucks at my nipples and hisses out a breath when I moan. “Sensitive.”

“Show me exactly how sensitive they are.” Her voice has gone a little raspy in a way that’s so fucking sexy, I can barely stand it. “With your tongue.”

It would be hot for Alaric to touch me like this, to bend back over his arm and close his mouth around my nipple. Having Ursa command us every step of the way? It’s exponentially more. More of everything.

He licks and nibbles and sucks hard on first one nipple and then the other, until I’m shaking and whimpering and on the verge of begging one of them to touch me where my pulse pounds between my thighs. I barely manage to keep my silence, barely manage to keep up the thin veil of fantasy that I’m truly the prize they’re examining.

Alaric finally straightens and guides me back to lean against his chest. “Very, very sensitive.” His voice is lower than normal, nearly growling. “She tastes sweet.”

“That was just a tease.” Ursa re-crosses her legs. “The dress. Don’t rush.”

He peels the dress off my body slowly, inch by inch until I’m quivering from the sensation of cloth dragging over my sensitive skin. To my waist, over my hips, and finally down my legs, until I can feel him kneeling behind me. I carefully step out of the circle of fabric, standing there naked except for my heels.

Alaric rises and brackets my hips with his hands. “She’s shaking.”

“It’s not fear.” Ursa leans forward. “Is it, little Zuri?”

“No, Mistress.” I lick my lips. “It’s not fear.”

She nods as if she expected nothing else and sits back. “Now the rest. Show me what I purchased.”

My face flames as Alaric guides me to turn around and kneel on the cool wooden platform. He kneels next to me and nudges my knees wide. I’m still trying to find my balance when he places a broad hand on the center of my back, inexorably pushing me down until my cheek presses against the stage. The position leaves my ass in the air and with my legs spread so wide, there’s no doubt that Ursa can see everything.

Alaric drags his hand up my spine, guiding me to arch my back a little. “There,” he murmurs. “Look how pretty she is.”

“You can do better than that, lover.”

He skims his hands over my ass and down to pull my legs wider yet. And then he’s pulling my cheeks apart and giving a low sound of appreciation. “Will you take her ass, Mistress?”

“All in good time.”

That isn’t a no.

I try not to tense, but I can’t tell if I like the idea of her taking my ass or not. Especially considering the way I saw her take Alaric’s. But then… the tentacle was weird, but it felt really, really good in my pussy. Maybe it’d feel good in my ass, too.

I close my eyes as Alaric’s hands move down to my pussy and part my folds. “She’s wet.” He strokes a single finger through me and I don’t have to look to know he’s showing Ursa. “Practically dripping.”

“Little Zuri likes to be put on display. She likes to be a toy for us to play with.” Ursa sounds almost like she’s musing, but I know her well enough now to recognize that she’s already thought this out. Planned this out. “Continue.”

He presses a single blunt finger into me. “She’s so wet, Mistress.” He pumps slowly. “Tight, too. She’s clamping around my finger with every stroke.”

“Give her two.” She lifts her voice a little. “Zuri, you don’t have permission to come. Don’t disappoint me.”

I press my hands flat to the stage. “Yes, Mistress.” Surely I can hold out. Surely. I want a reward more than I want a punishment right now. I hiss out a breath as Alaric wedges a second finger into me. It feels good, but it’s more than him penetrating me. It’s that I’m in this obscene position, my pussy and ass on full display, while Alaric and Ursa talk about me like I’m a new toy for them to play with. It’s like I’m less than a person but also cherished beyond measure. The conflicting feelings only make the entire situation hotter.

“Now her clit.”

He withdraws his fingers and uses his other hand to urge my back to arch more. He slides his fingers up my slit and parts me farther. “Just as pretty as the rest of her.”

“Mmm. That is the truth.” Does she sound closer? I can’t tell.

And then Ursa’s mouth closes around my clit and I squeak. I think I jolt, but Alaric’s hand on my back holds me in place as she explores me with her tongue. She’s gone before the orgasm brewing deep inside me gets out of control. “You’re right, lover. She’s so incredibly sweet.”

“May I?” Alaric’s so hoarse, his words are barely above a whisper.

“Just a taste.”

He shifts and then it’s his mouth on my pussy. He licks me as if trying to gather up all my taste. “Fuck, Mistress. You’re right. She’s even sweeter here.”

“Mmm.” A soft sound and I know without a shadow of a doubt that they’re kissing, passing my taste back and forth between them. I want to look, to see, but I don’t want to disobey, either. It’s agony. Sexy, titillating agony. Finally, I can’t stand it any longer. I twist to look.

Ursa breaks the kiss as if she was just waiting for me to waver. “Disobedient little thing, aren’t you?”

I try to go back to my former position, but it’s too late. She grabs my hair, holding me in place. “Alaric, go to the wardrobe and get the vibrator. The one that’s both internal and external.” We both watch him obey, and when he returns, he’s got a U-shaped toy in his hand that’s wider on one side than the other.

Ursa guides me to turn around and sit on the edge of the stage. She takes the toy and eases it into me. I whimper and shift, trying to adjust to the foreign feeling, but she doesn’t give me a chance to. She snaps her fingers at Alaric and that’s when I notice that he’s got a remote in his hand. He passes it over. Ursa takes my hand and moves it to hold the vibrator in place. “Do not move it. Do not come. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I whisper.

“If you want to watch, little Zuri. Then you’ll watch.” She moves back to sit on the couch and smiles at Alaric. “You’ve been so very good, lover. Would you like a taste?”

He’s already moving, kneeling between her thighs and lifting her dress. He doesn’t bother to take off her panties, merely tugs them to the side and lowers his head to her pussy.

The picture they make. I could come from watching them alone.

Ursa reclines against the couch, her legs spread, looking like nothing more than a queen on her throne. Alaric’s head moves between her thighs, his hands moving up to clutch at her hips even as he moans against her.

That’s when the toy inside me buzzes to life. I jolt, but there’s no escaping it. It vibrates against my clit, a pulsing motion that has me biting my lip. The part inside me is moving, too, a rolling motion remarkably like a fingertip flicking against my G-spot.

I can’t help it. I moan. “Oh gods.”

“It’s not the gods in control of your pussy right now.” Ursa is a little breathless. “It’s me. Your pleasure is in my hands.”

I shift, trying to flee how good it feels. “I…” I’m gasping, and I can’t look away from where she laces her free hand through Alaric’s hair, lifting her hips to grind against his mouth. “I’m going to come.”

Instantly, the vibrations change. It’s not enough to pull me back from the edge, but it keeps me from coming. I sob out a breath. I’m not sure if this is a gift or further punishment. “Mistress, please.”

“You have your command.” She holds my gaze as she sets the remote down and then drops her other hand to Alaric’s hair. Ursa closes her eyes and leans her head back against the couch, effectively dismissing me.

It stings.

It only makes this hotter.

“Use those clever hands of yours, lover,” she murmurs.

Alaric instantly obeys, shifting enough to push two fingers into her. I can see it perfectly from where I sit, the way he spreads her, how her desire coats his fingers, the flick of his tongue against her clit even as he fucks her with his fingers.

All the while, the toy in my pussy pushes me closer to coming.

Ursa orgasms, and I lose it. I cry out, writhing even as I try to keep my eyes open because I don’t want to miss a moment of this. The vibration of the toy shifts again, and now I’m sobbing because it’s too much but I don’t want it to stop. “Please, Mistress!”

“So disobedient.” She sounds only slightly out of breath. By the time I get my eyes open, she’s rearranged her dress and Alaric kneels at her feet. She touches the remote, and the vibrations finally stop. “Come here, Zuri.”

Every time she says my name, it feels like an intimate caress. I carefully scoot off the stage and stagger the few feet to her. She catches my hand and reaches between my legs to ease the toy out of me. “I’m disappointed.”

Against all reason, tears prick my eyes. “I’m sorry, Mistress. I tried.”

“Our Alaric was putting on a good show for you and you missed the culmination of his hard work.”

“Doesn’t feel like work,” he murmurs without looking up.

Ursa’s lips twitch, and she shakes her head. “You’ll have to make it up to him. Come. Sit.” She tugs me into her lap. I tense for half a second, but Ursa is having none of it. She sits forward until her breasts press against my back and arranges me the way she wants me to be, my legs on either side of hers, my hands at the small of my back, pressed against her stomach. She crooks a finger at Alaric. “Up, lover.”

He rises and that’s when I realize where this is going. Ursa wraps a fist around his cock and uses that hold to pull him closer, until he’s standing between our spread legs. “Fuck her mouth.” She lowers her voice. “If this gets to be too much, tap my leg with your foot. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I whisper. Alaric isn’t small, though it’s not as if I have a lot of material to compare him to. Even so, giving him a blowjob in bed when I’m on top is very different from this. From him fucking my mouth. Maybe I should be intimidated, but all I feel is a frantic buzz of anticipation. I want this. I want everything the three of us do together.

I tilt my head back a little and part my lips.