Page 93 of Renascence
The sheer innocence this woman exudes is baffling to me. How can someone so sweet drive me so fucking nuts in the bedroom?I need her now. Fuck this shit.I grab her hand and head for my room, motioning for Marisol to follow. Both women watch me lock the door, standing by the bed and awaiting instruction.
I fucking love my life.
Placing a chair at the foot of the bed, I light up a cigar and sit for the show. Taking a puff, I blow the smoke toward Emily and Marisol.
“Clothes. Off.”
***Emily***
At Venom’s command, Marisol’s clothes begin falling off. I watch, transfixed as her body is revealed.What am I doing?I look to Venom, whose eyes are focused on me and not the woman getting naked next to me. The message is clear—I’m the one who matters. This is what I asked for, and I can end it all with one word.
But I don’t want to.
As if he sees the change in me, he nods to Marisol. The woman moves closer, gently touching my shoulder. I turn to her, searching her face for any reluctance but not finding any.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask.
“No doubt.” She gives me a reassuring smile, deft fingers quickly undoing the buttons on my shirt. I take a deep breath, holding it as she pushes the garment down my arms. My jeans and bra are next to go, piled on top of my shirt on the floor.
“Emily.” Venom’s voice startles me. “Come to me.”
I stand before him, pulse racing while I endure his hungry gaze, his threat prevalent in my mind. However, I’m not scared. He won’t hurt me. I want him to spank me. I want everything he can give me.
He tugs me onto his lap, maneuvering me onto my stomach with lightning speed. I gasp, nervous anticipation thrumming through my entire body. I turn my head, seeking Marisol, and find her now completely naked, sitting at the foot of the bed, legs spread. Venom and I have full view of her. Her pink lips are parted, chest heaving as she watches us. Venom’s palm caresses my ass, squeezing each cheek in turn.
“Naughty girl, did you think you could keep all this away from me?” he asks.
“I… I wasn’t—”
His palm crashes down on my ass, cutting off my words.Why did I have to wear a thong today?My eyes snap closed, a yelp coming from my lips. He curls his fingers in the waist of my panties, roughly tugging them down. Instead of pulling them off, there’s a rip and then they’re gone. Both hands knead my cheeks, spreading them before there’s a slap just above my thigh. I moan, biting my lip when he delivers another. The sound of a different moan reminds me of Marisol’s presence. I glance in her direction, shocked to find her touching herself as she watches us. She likes this, likes to see me being punished. Christ, she’s getting off on it.
“See that?” Venom asks, caressing yet again. “Marisol’s pussy is wet from watching me spank your ass. She loves to see how red it’s getting… my palm printed on the cheeks.”
I squirm on his lap, my clit beginning to throb. Wrapping an arm around my waist, he raises me up while slightly parting my thighs. His free hand strokes me, sliding up and down my pussy from clit to entrance.
“Oh, God….”
He grunts, smacking both cheeks in quick succession before dipping a finger inside me.
“Yes!”
I’m lowered back to his lap, his left hand landing stinging slaps while the right gives immense pleasure, thumb rubbing my clit, middle finger gliding in and out of my soaked pussy. Just as I’m about to come, he withdraws his attentions. I groan, body protesting when he sets me upright.
“On your knees in the middle of the bed.”
Marisol moves, too, kneeling in front of me. Venom leans back in his chair, puffing on his cigar. The other woman’s fingers glide up my arms, sending tingly sensations through me.
“Relax, Emily,” she whispers before placing a gentle kiss on my lips.
I remain frozen to the spot as her soft lips move over mine. Her fingers trail over my breasts and around my nipples, pinching them. The action spurs me into motion and I return her kiss, tentatively touching my tongue to hers. She moans—fuckingmoans! I made her feel good. Me! With a burst of courage, I move closer, placing my hand on her hips. Her soft skin, gentle actions, flowery scent, fruity taste—so different from what I’m used to, yet still so arousing. Her fingers leave my nipple, moving to my clit. My hips jerk toward her, slowly grinding on her hand.
“I want to taste you,” she continues in the same soft voice.
She gently positions me on my back, parting my legs and settling between them. The nerves hit me. I try to pull away but meet Venom’s eyes in the process. His shirt is gone, his jeans open, dick resting against his stomach. Our gazes lock and he wraps his fingers around it, stroking up and down as he watches. It’s enough to distract me until there’s a gentle swipe on my clit.
“Oh!”
Rising, Venom stubs out his cigar, kicks off his jeans and boxers, and makes his way toward us. He sits on the edge of the bed, leaning over. Marisol’s tongue moves down, pushing at my entrance while Venom’s takes its place on my clit. I cry out, head thrown back, hand fisting in his hair. It’s too much. I don’t know how much more I can handle. Venom and Marisol, both tongues moving to their own beat. My muscles begin to clench. Venom’s tongue disappears, his body appearing behind me, hard dick pressing into my back. He props me up on his thighs, his big hands cupping my breasts, fingers tweaking my nipples. Marisol inserts two fingers inside me, pumping them in and out while her tongue flicks on my clit.
