At Her Command (Fantasy Heights) (6 page)

More than ever, she was grateful for the ivory satin mask she wore. It was the only protection she was afforded against Thomas’s searching gaze once they faced each other on set. She kept reminding herself how good an actor Thomas was, and how this forbidden-attraction backstory compelled him to batter her with long, clingy, passionate looks. While it was a relief to know he was all business today, it also upset her that he could turn himself over so completely to the roles they played. Didn’t it bother him, even a little, that they’d argued?

She fidgeted and looked away from him, then frowned as she recognized one of the extras standing at the back of the set. Josh. He wore black breeches, boots, and wristbands, posing as one of the guards. She felt a spark of hope that he was here to perform instead of observe.

The client, meanwhile, seemed bent on repeating their last performance almost verbatim, albeit with their roles reversed. Queen Gwen bid Amanda to stand before the throne and disrobe. Feeling completely vulnerable to Thomas’s stare, she slowly shimmied out of the blue flannel, and stood before the entire throne room in the sheer white silk. Every eye was on her as she eased the cami over her head and let it fall to the floor. Her nipples tightened at the sudden exposure to cooler air. The pantaloons followed before the client ordered her to sit at the base of the throne.

Just as Amanda had ordered last time, Gwen gave a command meant to worsen the torment of forbidden lovers. “Spread your legs wide for our guests. Let their eyes feast upon what their mouths cannot.”

Amanda obeyed, parting her knees as widely as she could in that position, exposing her pussy for the pleasure of the queen’s guests. Thomas stared openly. So did everyone else in the room. Their visual invasions left her short of breath and wholly turned on, and she could feel the wetness begin to seep out, cooling an insatiable heat.

The others let their attention wander elsewhere as Gwen began to change the script, directing everyone but Thomas to disrobe and join her upon the platform at the center of the room. The guests stripped their queen and let their hands explore everything and everyone within their reach, pinching and penetrating and probing.

Left hanging while the client indulged their affectionate play, Amanda stared at Thomas, who stared back. She missed the Thomas he’d been to her, the hot, uninhibited guidance and temptation. This one before her now was someone else. Someone fallible and distant and no one she recognized. What if Josh’s plan to call his bluff made things even worse?

“You, girl,” the queen called out. She snapped her fingers, drawing Amanda off the throne steps and onto the platform.

Gwen, it seemed, wasn’t here for a mere repeat. She’d put time and thought into what she wanted. Once Amanda had joined her on the cushioned platform, the client ordered everyone else to the sidelines. The others, Thomas included, formed a ring around the edges of the platform.

Amanda perched quietly, sitting on her heels, feeling nervous. She wasn’t sure exactly where this fantasy was headed, but liked the client’s setup so far. The two of them would be surrounded by an audience who would avidly watch while Amanda carried out Gwen’s orders.

Gwen raided the treasure box, coming out with lube and a dildo. She placed them both next to Amanda, and then crawled to the center of the platform.

Admiring the woman’s heart-shaped bottom and full, heavy breasts, Amanda felt her pulse pick up a notch. What would the woman have her do? Would it be gentle play or rough? Just the two of them, or with others?

Anxious now, she watched as Gwen lay down onto her back and raised her knees, clasping them with her hands. Her position gave Amanda a thrilling view of a glistening pussy and tight anus.

“I want you to prepare me,” Gwen said. “Finger my ass. Stretch me.”

A pang of raw excitement tingled inside while Amanda meekly picked up the lube and went to work. She may have gotten carried away, smearing the clear, slick liquid between Gwen’s buttocks, over her anus, lavishing much attention on her clit. Feeling greedy, she banged her queen several times before finally pressing her fingertip against the puckered hole.

She wiggled her way in, admiring the reddened blush of pleasure spilling over Gwen’s skin. Their client was truly enjoying herself, turned on but relaxed. Amanda immersed herself in the servant’s role, serving her mistress, pleasuring her, preparing her to take a cock. She twisted and pushed and played at driving her finger inside, softening with every clench, speeding up with every hungry moan.

Around them, everyone watched, hands straying to explore between legs, pinch a nipple, impatient to rejoin the show. Amanda stalled them further by moving on from one finger to two, making the intrusion a bit less playful, the sensations a bit more intense, until Gwen became more and more pliant, more focused on the potent sensations.

Gwen let go of her knees, letting them fall to the sides, giving over more control to Amanda who picked up the dildo and greased it down. After her own experiences and fresh off her fantasy with Neil, she knew this next part would be slow going, but very necessary.

She pressed the tip of the dildo against Gwen’s anus. The woman gave a throaty sigh, a sound replete with ecstatic anticipation. Amanda smiled and ran her fingers over Gwen’s pussy, rubbing at her clit while pushing the dildo firmly against her hole.

This time, a shuddering moan came out so provocative that it made Amanda’s nipples grow taut. Gwen wanted this. Badly. Though they couldn’t go too quickly, Amanda knew the client wanted her to be much more aggressive and put her focus back on penetration. Little by little she increased the pressure. Twisting, pushing and pulling, watching Gwen’s reactions. Sometimes she’d go very still, sometimes she’d resist but always her moans and gasps and sighs fueled Amanda on.

When the tip was fully inside and Gwen’s anus stretched the full width of the dildo, Amanda gave her a moment’s breather. The woman’s ultra-fair skin was now awash in vivid reds and pinks, her nipples tight, her muscles quivering with a delicious tension. Amanda wished she had the strap-on. With it, she could have plunged it deeply into Gwen’s cunt and thrust and thrust until that tension had exploded into profound satisfaction.

As it was, she was confined to the dildo, and needed to complete the stretching ceremony. She began to pump gently, driving the shaft in, twisting it back out. The motion was echoed inside her own cunt as her own excitement continued to grow, to ache for her own release.

Finally, once Amanda had been pumping for a torturously stimulating couple of minutes, Gwen opened her eyes and uttered a breathy command. “Let the captain take over.”

An unfamiliar guest gently moved Amanda out of the way. He appeared to be far more experienced in this type of play than Amanda who watched, fascinated and entirely jealous as the man helped Gwen turn over and rise up onto her hands and knees, dildo still sunk deeply into her ass. The man rubbed Gwen’s back and positioned himself behind her, his enormous cock pressed right up beside the dildo. As he drew the toy out, he kept his cock right there at the ready, and once the dildo came all the way out, wasted no time pressing himself inside Gwen’s hole.

His shaft was thicker than the dildo had been but Gwen was eager to take him inside, rocking her hips and crying out. The man had excellent control. He clamped his hands onto Gwen’s hips and held her steady, slowing the pace of his penetration, commanding, yet cautious.

Once Gwen calmed a bit, the man nodded at Thomas, and two things happened at once. First, a familiar pair of tanned, strong arms closed around Amanda’s ribs. Second, Thomas joined Gwen and her captain on the platform. The woman reached out for him, digging her hands into Thomas’s dark curly hair, and drawing her to him.

Amanda realized then what was about to happen. Gwen would have the two men at once, the captain from behind while Thomas fucked her pussy.

A raging tide of heated need swept over Amanda at the thought, and she seized onto Josh’s wrists. His right one, she pushed down. He needed little encouragement. His fingers sought her dripping cunt and then sank inside, making her arch her back in grateful desire.

Against her ear, he whispered, “Patience.”

She was not at all interested in patience as she watched the display before her. Gwen was now held up between the captain and Thomas, both men working in concert. They held her carefully, lifting and lowering until she had both men inside. It was an inflammatory delight to watch the play of various muscles, breasts, and wandering hands. The restrained pleasure on Thomas’s face alone as he concentrated on controlling his pace and force was a story all its own.

And then came Josh. He drew Amanda back to the edge of the platform, and she eagerly got onto her hands and knees, so wet now that Josh had no trouble at all slipping inside. Just the feel of him lent her some relief. He stole it all away again by lifting her up and sliding his palms from her hipbones up to her breasts, giving her nipples each a brutal pinch.

Her own moan of pleasure rivaled Gwen’s cries as the captain and Thomas fell into a pace, pumping in unison. Amanda couldn’t take her eyes off Gwen as the older woman reveled in the decadent show. She radiated sexual power, mastering the two men and even fingering her own nipples while they worshipped their queen’s body.

Amanda came when Gwen did, hard and long, and with such force that she took Josh right along with her. His arms tightened around her, holding her close up against his chest. A warm rush of affection swelled up to fill the void left by departing, frenzied relief. Hardly another moment passed before she promised herself to book a personal fantasy, a threesome, to experience what Gwen had shown her.

But it couldn’t be just anyone. If she had her pick of everyone at Fantasy Heights, the two men would be Josh and Thomas.

Her mind skipped ahead to the wedding. Maybe this was a fantasy she didn’t need to book. Maybe it would happen on its own. Or with a little persuasion on her part.

Always a pleasure...

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