The Sybian Club (9 page)
"Who does this belong to?" the blonde asked, wiggling her finger over the little bud.
"You, Mistress. It's all yours." Emily moaned, and Tasha saw something that was almost a smile flash over the redhead's lips
"Yes."
"Yes, Mistress!" Emily rocked her hips, her hands still gripping
Tasha squeezed her legs together, feeling the thick pulse of her own pussy. Her nipples were hard under her blouse and she let her hand lightly brush over one as she watched them ride, longing to do more.
"Oh, Pet!"
"Oh Mistress…" The redhead was close, Tasha knew the look. She was trying to hold back. "Oh, Mistress, please…"
"Yes,"
Tasha didn't know how Emily could have stopped it. The force of her climax was tremendous, a sudden flood of fluid rushing between the woman's thighs and over the machine. Tasha could actually see the muscles in the woman's belly contracting as she came, her whole body arched back against her Mistress.
"Oh, Pet…"
Tasha met the blonde's eyes and
"Yes, Mistress," Emily panted, eyes still closed, belly fluttering.
Emily's eyes met Tasha's, the flicker of a smile on her lips. "Yes, Mistress."
Tasha wondered if she was going to be asked to be present for this second round of punishment. She wiggled in her chair and found herself hoping that she was.
Chapter Eight
“I feel so… exposed.” Ashley pulled at the hem of her short silk robe, which only came to mid-thigh.
Tasha smiled, turning from the mirror and brushing her friend’s hair back over her shoulder. “You look stunning.”
The blush that rose up in Ashley’s cheeks made Tasha’s knees weak.
They had taken six inches off her long, gorgeous dark hair, so now it came just past her shoulders.
Tasha had made her start wearing her contacts, too, instead of the clunky glasses—but that wasn’t the real change in Ashley.
The real change showed in the way she walked, her hips swinging gently, instead of taking those hesitant, shuffling steps. The change showed in how much more she smiled, how bright her eyes were as they followed Tasha around the room.
“You’re the one who looks beautiful.” Ashley touched the curl along Tasha’s cheek, and then pressed her finger to the side of her mouth, rubbing.
“What?” Tasha glanced in the mirror.
“Do I have something there?”
“Not yet.” Ashley leaned in and kissed her there and Tasha smiled, putting her arms around the woman.
“Are you ready?” Tasha met her eyes, searching. “Don’t be scared.”
“I can’t help it.” Ashley took a deep breath. “But you know I’d do anything for you.”
So true.
Tasha realized it with a little twinge. “Just follow my lead and do what I tell you.”
“Don’t I always?”
Tasha didn’t answer as she pulled the bathroom door open, listening to the sound of laughter and talking coming from downstairs. It had only taken the contractors three months to finish the basement, just double the time of their claim of “six weeks,” but now they had several private Sybian rooms, along with the party room—a fully equipped, 25x12 den of pleasure that she and Ashley were about to enter and christen for the first time.
This was Ashley’s idea
, Tasha reminded herself as they made their way down the stairs. Of course, she knew, if they hadn’t been lying in bed together (
our bed—the bed I share with Max…
she pushed that thought firmly away) while Tasha complained about all the extra work she had been taking on, Ashley never would have had the opportunity to offer her help.
She agreed to assist you, not to be your—
What?
Tasha turned and pulled Ashley into a small room to their right. She pressed her into the door, closing them both in the darkness as they kissed. Ashley moaned into her mouth, her knee rising between Tasha’s legs in response, her hands seeking the expanse of skin between skirt and blouse.
“You don’t have to do this, Ash, not if you don’t want to…” Tasha felt her trembling.
“I want to.” Ashley’s finger traced up Tasha’s spine, pressing their bodies closer. Tasha felt the full swell of Ashley’s breasts, her breath coming faster. “It excites me…”
“It excites me, too.” Tasha kissed her again, hard, harder, her tongue pressing, forcing her mouth open to taste her more deeply. The thought of watching her ride the Sybian—of course, she’d seen her dozens of times, but never in front of a room full of…
“And then when it’s all over…” Ashley’s tongue flicked the silver hoop in Tasha’s ear. “Max is gone all weekend?”
“I told you.” Tasha felt a twinge of guilt, but the ache between her thighs overrode it. “Business trip.” He didn’t travel often—a few times a year—and the convenience of this trip had been a coincidental gift from the universe, leaving the two women home alone on the eve of their first real sex-machine-party.
“Then I’ll be all yours,” Ashley breathed, her knee pressing higher under Tasha’s skirt, parting her thighs.
Tasha grinned in the dark. “You already are.”
She pulled the door open, going out and expecting Ashley to follow. They passed two more closed doors before they came to the “party” room. The room capacity (taking fire laws into account) was set at twenty, and for the first time, they were completely maxed out. The difference between this party and every other Tasha’d ever held before was that this was the first co-ed venture she’d ever attempted. There were nine men and eleven women, all couples.
The mood of the room was already full of anticipation. The sex machines were each draped with black silk, and there were pillows all over the floor. She had invested in dozens of those “Liberator” wedges, which she and Max had tried out themselves. They certainly lived up to their advertising, lifting her pelvis and offering him much deeper penetration and delicious navigation toward her g-spot. She couldn’t help remembering their “test run” as she saw her neighbor, Chloe, lounging back on one of the wedged pillows with a drink in her hand, talking quietly to her husband.
I already wish I hadn’t invited them.
Tasha gave Ray a brief smile when he waved, his eyes bright as he sat up next to his wife. She had been careful to keep the traffic to and from the house down as much as she could to hide what she was doing from the neighbors, but Ray had cornered Kim, the young mother who came to ride at least once a week. She was one of Tasha’s more timid and gullible customers, and Ray managed to get her to tell him all about The Sybian Club on the way out one Saturday afternoon.
Word of mouth was her best form of advertising, of course—it wasn’t as if there was a first (or second) rule of Sybian Club that they not talk about Sybian Club or anything! In fact, Tasha encouraged clients to tell others, but she just wished she could have kept it a little more quiet in the neighborhood. After that, Ray wouldn’t leave her alone, asking all sorts of questions about “The Club,” until he had finally weaseled his way into an invitation.
Tasha looked around at the other couples.
She felt Ashley’s hand squeeze hers and Tasha smiled, a genuine smile this time. Ashley knew about Ray, and the gentle pressure was just a reminder.
I’m here, it’s gonna be okay.
Tasha took a deep breath, looking around the room. There wasn’t much interaction between the couples—yet—but Tasha knew Ashley’s demonstration would help change that.
“Can I have your attention, everyone?” Tasha used a switch on the wall to turn down the soft music she had piped in from the upstairs stereo. It was subtle, hardly noticeable until it was gone. All eyes were on them then and Tasha could almost feel the heat of her girlfriend’s flush. “I know you’re all anxious to get started…”
“I definitely am now!” Ray gave a hoot, running a hand over his thinning hair as Ashley slipped the black silk robe off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. The other couples tittered and chuckled, except for
Tasha went on as if he hadn’t spoken. “Most of you have been in The Club for a while, but some of you are new, so we’d like to give you a demonstration of how to use the Sybian.” Ashley pulled the black silk covering off the machine on a low table in the middle of the room and swung her leg up over the side to straddle it as Tasha talked, telling them about safety and sanitation. She had already gone over most of it during their informational meeting a week before, but it was good to refresh.
“We have lots of machines for you to try out,” she explained, going around the circle and pulling off the black silk coverings, one by one. There were two other Sybians and four different fucking-machines. There were also various hand-held toys scattered around the room between all of the Liberator wedge pillows. There was also a huge basket of condoms and tubes of KY lubrication in the middle of the room. Behind her, Ashley sat naked on the Sybian, waiting.
