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“This goddamn motherfucking job,” JJ seethes. She unravels, feeling out of control in the face of another victim lost. Yes, you caught the unsubs, but not before they could kidnap and kill the coed who came forward with information. The young woman was scared and brave, and she shared with JJ everything she could remember when no one else would come forward. “Fuck, I hate this so much.”
You and Emily watch JJ spiral, pacing erratic paths around the hotel room. When she finally pauses, her face in her hands, standing in the middle of the room, Emily nods at you and gestures towards your third. You understand; this is not an uncommon feeling amongst the three of you, and JJ is desperate to cling to some part of this life that is alive, needing to exercise her control over a world that regularly demonstrates just how out of control she is.
“Jen,” Emily soothes, nuzzling her neck. “Use us to feel.”
JJ sighs, defeated. “Feeling isn’t the problem.”
“Then use us to remember the power you have,” you offer. JJ swallows thickly, frantic energy tense in her muscles. “Take from me the control you need. However, you want to do it.”
“Take it from both of us,” Emily suggests. “I can be good.” That fully gets JJ’s attention, and she meets Emily’s gaze. A silent conversation somehow perfectly communicated. Emily lowers her head and repeats herself. “I can be good.”
Your eyes widen at the mere idea of Emily sinking into more of a submissive role. JJ caresses her cheek tenderly, gratefully. With intentional breath cycles, JJ rolls her head on her neck, stretching those tight muscles, as she pulls the mindset she needs to the forefront. “Take off her clothes,” JJ instructs Emily, dragging a teasing finger along Emily’s shoulder blades. “Slow.”
Emily does as she’s told, and when she meets your eye, she smiles softly at the slight confusion and awe she sees. “Because I love her,” Emily explains in the softest whisper. “And this is what she needs.” You understand, and you’re blown away by it all the same. The first thing to go is your belt, slid from your belt loops with a long swoosh of leather against denim. Emily takes the time to roll the accessory and set it off to the side. She pulls your shirt free from your waistband and drags it over your head, the material gathering at her wrists and her fingertips grazing your skin. Your bra falls away with an effortless maneuver, and a small chill runs through your body, your torso now bare to the hotel’s AC.
Emily is obedient to the letter. She’s slow and thorough. Your mouth is already dry, and you still have pants and underwear. She kneels in front of you and places an open mouth kiss to the soft skin above the waistband of your underwear. With a tug, the denim bunches around your ankles. One at a time, Emily lifts a foot to free it from the fabric. Then she repeats the process with your underwear. Still kneeling, Emily turns towards JJ, and she waits silently for an instruction.
“Take out her braid.”
Emily steps behind you, removing the elastic at the bottom of the plait and gently separating the strands until your hair is loose around your shoulders. JJ steps into your personal space, far closer than she might normally. You fight the urge to reach out and touch. She lets the silence linger until she kisses you, softly first, so softly you almost confuse the touch for something else. Then her tongue demands entry, ravaging your mouth and tasting everything you have to offer. “Lean against the headboard. Knees spread. I want your pussy on display. And you,” she teases, walking around Emily in a predatory circle. “You can listen. I’m shocked.”
Emily keeps her mouth shut, which must be some kind of a miracle. JJ unzips the camel-colored sweater draped over Emily’s torso. She drags the form-fitting tank up too. Her slacks slip to the floor with no resistance, once JJ unfastens them. “Hmm,” JJ hums in appreciation. “You do love a matching set.” Emily wears a gray lacy lingerie set. While you will never understand the practicality of that at work, you can’t deny the view. Gray lace decorates the swell of each breast, and you have a strong desire to follow each path with your mouth. The same gray lace hugs Emily’s pale hips in a perfectly fitting thong. Seriously impractical for physically chasing an unsub, but fuck, she’s a dream. “Leave the thong on for now,” JJ decides. “Bra off.”
You can see JJ’s patience for slow torture fading, as the blonde strips out of her work clothes, tossing them over the back of a nearby chair. Her underwear follows quickly. “Nice of you to roll this so nicely for me,” JJ hums, picking up your discarded belt. “Put your hands together.” Emily immediately obeys without the slightest hesitation. JJ winds the leather around Emily’s forearms and wrists. “Color.” Emily smiles and answers calmly. “Lay down on your back.”
Up close, you’re entranced by the contrast of the dark belt against Emily’s pale skin. You reach out to touch, and JJ smacks your hand with a pointed look. You apologize quickly and sit back where you were told. “Touch yourself.” JJ watches you carefully, her eyes glued to the way your fingers spread your own folds and tease your clit. When she’s sure you’re going to follow the instructions to her desired caliber, she kneels between Emily’s spread legs. “You, watch her.”
With Emily lying horizontally across the bed, she can turn her head and see you full-on display. Her dark eyes are significantly darker. JJ doodles her fingertips up Emily’s inner thighs and presses an open-mouth kiss against Emily’s lace-covered center. The noise you make rumbles low in your chest. “I want to hear about your list,” JJ decides.
“My list,” you stammer, partially out of confusion and partially because you’re getting plenty hot and bothered.
“Mhmm. The list I know you keep of the things you want to try. I want to hear about it.” You really thought your actual list was your secret. Serves you right for thinking you can hide anything from your lovers. JJ watches your face and smirks. “Yeah, that list. Tell me about it.”
“It’s got things written down in a column, one item per row,” you define the concept of a list for her. You’re not sure why your brain went sassy, but you know she’s not amused when disbelief colors her blue eyes. She smacks the inside of your inner thigh, and you bite back your moan. “We’ve crossed a lot off.” JJ growls, the threat clear. “Still on the list: fisting, different rooms at the club, sex in the conference room, a sex swing.”
“Baby, I know it’s got more on it. Tell me,” JJ insists.
“Role play, sex in a pool, strip poker, dommed at the club.”
“Oh fuck me,” Emily gasps, and JJ smirks at her.
“That one got you, huh?” Emily nods. “That one it is.” JJ drags her fingers through Emily’s arousal- teasing, building tension. “If it’s on your list, that means you’ve thought about it. You’ve done your research. How do you get dominated at the club?” Your own fingers still, a cramp in your middle finger. “I didn’t tell you to stop. Keep going. Better yet, make yourself come while you tell us your fantasy about being dominated at the club.”
“JJ, it doesn’t work by myself,” you remind her insistently.
“I wasn’t asking.”
You gulp down your response and find a different pace, deploying different fingers. “A full dom scene where other people can see me. Bondage and nipple clamps and letting you use my body to show off your power.” It’s JJ who moans this time. “Making me come until I’m begging to stop. And then still going. I want you to bring me to the edge of what my body can handle. I want to feel it for days.”
Your hips buck against your fingers. Your walls clamp down on nothing. You use your own arousal like a lube, keeping your clit slick. Emily groans, thighs trembling with exertion, as JJ fucks into her, your fantasy the soundtrack to her pending climax. “Fuck, Jen. I’m so close,” Emily describes.
“I know,” JJ purrs, rubbing Emily’s clit and pressing hard with curled fingers. “But not right now,” JJ decides with finality, completely removing her touch from Emily’s body.
“What the fuck, Jen!”
“I said no,” she enunciates each word clearly, and Emily breathes shakily, her body climbing down from the cliff. Then JJ turns her attention on you. “You’re so fucking wet, baby.” You nod because it’s about all you can manage. “How do we fuck you when you submit to us at the club?”
Your muscles tremble, as you keep rubbing your clit. “However you want. It’s different each time I think about it.”
“You’ve thought about this a lot,” JJ understands in awe. You hum confirmation. “You said there are people watching you submit?”
“Yes, like last time. They’re close. One asks to touch but you tell him he can choose a toy instead. You fuck me with it while he masturbates.”
“Keep going, baby. You’re so close.” You yelp, startled because her voice is so much closer than you thought. With your eyes shut and focused on your own pleasure, you didn’t feel her move. “Give it to me. I want to watch you come thinking of all the ways we would dominate you. Fuck, it would be so sexy seeing you tied up in their set. Do I mark you in this fantasy of yours?”
“Always.”
“What else?”
“Sometimes you choke me,” you manage, feeling your body tip over the edge at that idea. “Fuck,” you moan.
The waves have barely finished washing over your body when JJ wraps her small hand around your throat with the threat (or promise) of pressure. “You like to feel us take your breath.” You nod. Your swallow feels tight with her hand against your windpipe. “Mm, I know you do. I’ve had my fingers deep inside your body when I’ve grabbed you by the throat. I felt how wet you got, absolutely fucking dripping.” Your body trembles at her words.
Emily squirms, legs shifting uselessly against the mattress. “Jen I am begging you to touch me,” Emily insists.
“Hush.” JJ still focuses her attention on you, clearly out to torture Emily within an inch of her life.
“Jennifer,” Emily whines.
“Shut it,” JJ says, leaning in close. “Or I will make you.” Emily’s body shivers at the thought. “Now where was I?” She dips her fingers between your legs, collecting your arousal before smearing it across each nipple. JJ is quick to latch her mouth to one, licking and sucking your taste from your breast. JJ has always been fascinated by breasts, yours and Emily’s specifically. Tonight is no different, she spends time loving every inch of each breast. She bites a hickey onto each one as well. You’re used to her marks on your skin. You have been since a Girls’ Night turned into something more. She had marked you then too, already claiming you the first time you slept together.
You can’t keep your eyes off Emily’s bound wrists. You bite your lip, head thrown back in a series of moans, as JJ plays with your breasts. You try to keep your knees spread during her teasing, but you’re desperate for friction. “Something else you need, baby,” JJ wonders innocently, a complete contradiction to the lustful way she scrapes her teeth over one of your nipples.
“Please touch me.”
Unlike Emily’s torture, JJ acquiesces, slipping two fingers straight into your heat. Your back arches away from the headboard. She removes her fingers briefly, offering them to Emily. Emily moans, immediately sucking JJ’s fingers clean. Thankfully the next time JJ puts her fingers there, she fucks you. “Fuck, Jayje,” you sigh, rocking your hips towards her hand. Your body clenches, happy to finally have filled that emptiness. “JJ, please.”
“Ask me.”
You know what she wants to hear, and you’re happy to oblige, even if she might tell you no. Whatever she wants, it’s hers. “JJ, please, please let me come.” She hums like she’s caught in thought, debating your fate. “I want to come again for you.”
“Oh, baby,” she coos. “I know you want to, but do you need to?”
Each muscle seems to tremble looking at this gorgeous woman in front of you and hearing the tone in her voice. “Yes, please. I need to come on your fingers. Please, JJ.” She deems your submission sufficient and gives you permission. “Fuck, fuck,” you groan, letting your hips move however they need to push you over the edge. “Thank you,” you manage with a gasp, and JJ’s eyes flush darker, more than pleased with your performance.
“Such a good girl,” JJ praises. You feel the butterflies low in your belly at her compliment. You know you’ve got a praise kink, and it’s certainly no secret with your lovers. “Do you think I should give Emily some attention?”
Emily groans, desperately answering the question even though she wasn’t asked. “It’s your show,” you repeat.
“You’re right. It is my show. The puppeteer to some very beautiful and needy puppets.” JJ pulls the gray lace to the side to suckle at Emily’s clit and Emily’s body bows off the bed. “God I love how you taste,” she hums. It’s not a lot to get Emily back on edge. A few hard sucks, and she’s straining against the bindings. JJ presses Emily’s legs apart, refusing to be dislodged, even as Emily writhes.
“Jen, you gotta say it,” Emily cries.
“Hmm, say what, baby?”
“Please.” Emily’s frantic, teetering over the edge. You watch with bated breath. “Jennifer,” Emily gasps. “Please can I come?”
“No,” JJ states simply, nipping at her inner thigh and pulling away all other contact.
“God fucking damnit, JJ,” Emily curses.
JJ ignores her, and your body aches sympathetically for Emily. “Come here,” she encourages you, taking your hand to lead you where she wants you. JJ cradles your face, sucking at your bottom lip. Making out with JJ always feels like you’re holding on for dear life, even after however long it’s been. Details can get fuzzy when she’s biting your lower lip and licking her tongue against yours. Knees to noses, she presses you together, another show for Emily to enjoy with no relief. You loop your arms around her shoulders because she hasn’t instructed your hands. “You are such a good girl,” JJ praises. “I need to come. Can you do that for me?” You nod, nearly desperate to help her achieve that.
JJ lies down next to Emily, using her grip on the belt to urge Emily closer and maneuver her body appropriately. “Put your mouth to good use.” Emily immediately descends on JJ’s breasts. Rough. Urgent. Everything JJ wants it to be right now. Her breathy sighs and gasps sound like music. You get caught up in the moment, watching them together. JJ circles her left leg around your waist, flexing her foot to pressure and guide your movement down. “Now, Ace.”
You spread her open, licking your flat tongue all the way up her slit. She hums and rolls her hips, a purposeful instruction on its own. You sink three fingers in her core, scissoring them for extra stretch. You use your teeth against her clit, gentle scrapes combined with flicks and sucks. JJ laces one hand in Emily’s hair and the other knots in the white hotel bedspread. “More,” she commands.
You put more of your weight behind each thrust of your fingers, curling to find just the right spot. With impeccable accuracy, you hit the same spot again and again. “So good,” she cries. “Don’t stop, baby,” you know that command is meant for you. “Fuck, Em,” JJ gasps, her chest arched into Emily’s skilled, hot mouth. She’s so wet. It drips down to her ass, and you use your other hand to copy the moves you’ve felt them do. With your firm touch against her puckered asshole, JJ comes with a shout. Her arousal floods your mouth, a wonderful reward.
You don’t let up. Not with your tongue or either set of exploring fingers. Slowly you push the tip of your middle finger into her ass. “Jesus, you’re gonna be the death of me.” For a second you worry she meant it in a different way, though all signs point to enthusiastic consent. “Keep going,” JJ encourages.
So you do as the lady says- working both hands in tandem, filling her. Emily watches, biting her lip, eyes glassy. “Baby, you’re doing so good,” JJ mewls, propped up on her elbows for a better view. Her hips rock in a particular rhythm as she bears down to take more of your fingers, more of anything and everything you’re willing to give. “Fuck,” the shakiest of the curse tells you she’s already so, so close again. You’re proud of the quick build-up. “Yes,” JJ cries, her volume definitely louder than the hotel walls are meant to contain.
She collapses back on the bed, blonde hair wildly splayed. Her chest, tinted blush with exertion, heaves as she steadies her breath. “Fucking hell,” JJ groans, more than satisfied.
Emily shifts around on her knees, her bound wrists atop JJ’s stomach. “Jen, I am begging you. Please.” JJ nods at you, a silent instruction. Emily rolls flat on her back, bound arms above her head, full breasts perfectly on display. Bracing yourself against the bed, you settle your thigh snugly against Emily’s center. She shudders at the barest touch. Intentionally, you rock into her, letting the friction between your thigh and her cunt fulfill her need. At least until JJ stops you. Emily murmurs and curses, head rolling from side to side. One leg wraps around your body, holding you firmly in place. You watch her pleasure roll through her face as the tension builds so quickly. You’re addicted to the sounds Emily moans as she treads the edge.
Strong hands on your hips pull you all the way back, away from Emily, your body bumping into JJ’s nude form. Emily nearly sobs. “Please, Jen. Please. I can’t take it. It’s driving me crazy.”
“You’ll come soon enough,” JJ promises. Emily lets out a frustrated shout that just fuels JJ’s fire and determination. “Sometimes you can make her come just by playing with her breasts. Let’s see if she can follow instructions,” JJ teases.
This time you brace your hands on either side of Emily’s torso, your mouth latching on to one pebbled nipple, dusty pink and absolutely calling to you. You suck hard and then release it with a loud pop. Emily curses, arching her back in an attempt to more of her breast in your mouth. You bite the skin where the fullness of her breast curves, the sensitivity of the underside of her breasts never ceases to amaze you. You nip everywhere, covering both breasts with your attention. You avoid her nipples for now. “Love, please,” Emily begs.
“I’m only doing what I’m told,” you counter, scraping your teeth roughly against one breast.
“You don’t have to be so goddamn good at it,” Emily shoots back. “Jennifer,” Emily begs again. Urgency underlying each syllable. “Please!” You envelope one nipple with your lips and roll the other between your fingertips. “Fuck me, that feels good,” Emily gasps. You smirk against the nipple you’re laving with attention. Her bound hands rest on your head, fingers searching for contact. JJ tuts and tosses her hands back above her head. Emily tries to loop her legs around your waist, her ankles locking behind your back.
“Let go,” JJ demands. Emily fights it. “Let go or you won’t come at all.” Aggravation runs wild on Emily’s face. Then much more softly, JJ nuzzles her ear. “You’re so close. I promise, Em. Hang in there for me.”
Emily whines, her body writhing. JJ pulls you back again, and Emily swallows thickly. Tears leak from her eyes. You trust she’ll communicate if she needs to. JJ leans over to you, whispering in your ear. “You’re going to do exactly what I say. I’m aware you haven’t done what I’m going to ask you to do.” You gulp and nod, not a damn clue what JJ wants. Out of Emily’s view, JJ manipulates your hand, putting all 5 fingers together into a point. JJ encourages you softly and finally strips Emily of the definitely ruined gray lace thong.
Emily is so wet. You press all 5 of your fingers against her center, and her eyes fly open. “Are you kidding, Jen?” You don’t move an inch, not following the rest of the silent conversation they have. “Oh my god, yes,” Emily whines. Intentionally she relaxes her body, and JJ nods again. Slowly your fingers disappear inside her. When your fingers are halfway in where the shape of your hand starts to flare, Emily gasps. She strains to keep her body still.
“Fuck, baby, you’re doing so well. Just keep going. Steady and slow,” JJ encourages. Honestly, JJ could be talking to either one of you, but the compliment feels good, all the same.
When your knuckles feel that wet heat, you pause for a moment. “Don’t you dare fucking stop,” Emily seethes. “Keep going. I can take it. JJ.” She gets the blonde’s attention as if it could be anywhere else, to make sure you follow through.
Your whole body feels on fire, watching your hand disappear inside her cunt. Emily’s muscles tremble, and you’re not even moving. When JJ nudges you, you shift forward fractionally, entirely unaware of how this should work and how much force it should need. Based on Emily’s full-body reactions, you’re betting, not much.
“Oh fuck,” Emily cries. “So fucking full. I swear to God if you make me wait again, I’m going to lose it,” Emily threatens up, down, and sideways. “Please, Jen.”
“Green means go,” JJ allows with a wink.
“Thank fuck,” Emily sighs, rocking her hips to encourage you to move.
JJ leans back over to you and whispers another instruction. You spread your fingers a little bit. You pull out fractionally and push back in, finding a small rhythm. You’ve never seen Emily’s body react like this, and it’s phenomenal. Her entire body trembles, every muscle filled with tension. Her head thrashes, and her pale skin is red on her cheeks and chest. Her mouth is open as she sucks in shaky, shallow breaths. If she’s not trying to catch her breath, she’s moaning a litany of curses and pleas.
JJ trails her hands over Emily’s body- up her legs, over her torso, between her breasts, and up her bound arms. JJ kisses Emily’s nose and cheeks.
“Oh fuck it’s a lot,” Emily groans, overwhelmed by the pressure. “I’m so fucking full, such a good stretch,” she comments.
“Come on her fist, Em. I want her to feel your pussy clench at her, I want her to know what it feels like when you come apart from the inside out.” Emily sobs a plea, and you’re in awe of this new side of Emily. You’re going to dream of this for weeks, you’re sure of it, waking up hot and bothered and oh so needy. “Give it to me,” JJ instructs.
“I want to,” Emily begs.
JJ reaches down between Emily’s legs, settling her fingertips just to the side of Emily’s throbbing clit. Emily bucks at the contact, sending your fist deeper inside her body. She comes like a bottle rocket. Your hand feels like it’s stuck in a vice grip. JJ tells you to keep up your slow rhythm. You hesitate. “Baby, she’s not going to break. Keep going.”
You do as you’re told, and Emily gasps, her muscles clenching as her orgasm ramps up again. JJ waits for a few moments, watching Emily’s reaction roll through her body before she taps your arm. As slowly as you can possibly manage, you pull your hand free, flexing your fingers to rid yourself of the slight cramp. JJ reaches above Emily’s head and works the belt buckle, loosening the leather strap from her forearms and wrists.
“You got her,” JJ instructs, and it’s so interesting to be on this side of the aftercare. Gently, tenderly, you ease her up and slide behind her body like she’s done for you hundreds of times. She’s nearly dead weight leaning back into you. You rub her forearms and kiss her wrists. Her face turns into your neck, seeking out your comfort, and you nearly combust with love and happiness, getting to cuddle her like this.
JJ returns with hotel towels and water. She watches you caring for Emily and smiles warmly at you, stroking your cheek for a quick moment. “Emily, how ya doing?”
“Fuck, Jennifer,” Emily groans, her voice low.
“That good, huh?”
“Hell yeah,” Emily confirms, still fully relaxed in your arms. “I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. You’re a goddamn natural.” You hide your smug smile in her dark hair as you kiss her head.
“It was her idea,” JJ shrugs.
“What?” You’re very surprised.
“Fisting was on your list,” JJ chuckles. “You said it at the beginning. 5 orgasms ago or so.”
“Did not occur to me that I would be the giver of that. Learning those logistics on the fly … that was a lot.”
“Trust me, Ace. Feels like a lot too,” Emily purrs.
“You feel more in control of your world,” you ask JJ. She nods with a grateful smile.
The silence as you all catch your breath and calm down is comfortable and familiar. You catch sight of your discarded belt. “I’m going to need a new belt.”
“Oh yeah? Why is that,” JJ challenges tiredly, relaxing flat on the mattress.
“Anytime I wear this one I’m going to remember Emily restrained with it and I’m going to combust, which would probably be pretty distracting since this is the belt I wear for work.”
“Baby, it’s your only belt,” JJ corrects. “I will take you shopping and find you another belt.” You pout at her. “I will buy you another belt,” JJ adjusts her statement.
“JJ to the rescue,” you tease. “My hero.”