Viola and I were on the same side of the bed, and it was easy for me to bend my head down and suckle her breasts. I fluttered my tongue against her nipple, and she arched her back, giving a little cry.
“So you can touch her?” Silas asked. “She can touch you?”
I straightened and pulled Viola in for a close embrace, pressing our bare stomachs together, squeezing our breasts against one another’s. Silas’s expression didn’t change, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw his rigid cock give a surge. He liked seeing Viola and me together. I noted that.
“The contract only says I can’t be touched by a man,” I clarified. It was a ridiculous oversight; as if sex between two women somehow carried less emotional or physical weight than sex between a man and a woman. But I supposed those were the narrow-minded men of England for you, even in our modern, industrial times. “I don’t think Hugh’s solicitors know our habits very well.”
Castor laughed from his chair. When I looked over to smile at him, I saw that he was rubbing himself through his trousers, and that sent a bolt of lust through me. Castor was a very experienced and particular man about his tastes—if something aroused him, it had to be quite arousing indeed, and though he wasn’t my lover now and would never be again, it still made my core clench thinking that I could affect him like that.
Silas is ridiculous. Obviously, I was born to be in control, and obviously, I was born to love it.
“Viola,” Silas said. “I want you to kiss your way down to Molly’s breasts right now. Yes, there you go…take one in your hand and then kiss over to her nipple, but don’t take it in your mouth.”
I sighed at Viola’s touch as she obeyed without hesitation, her lips soft and light around my areola.
“Now,” Silas said, “put your mouth over her nipple and suck it onto your tongue.”
She did, and I nearly moaned out loud from the sensation. I hadn’t had someone lavishing attention on my breasts in so very, very long, and Viola seemed keen to make up for all the time I’d lost, her hands braced on my waist as she leaned over and worked me with an eagerness that made Silas clench his jaw.
“That’s right,” he said. “Now flick your tongue across the tip. Good. Oh, very good—do you feel her waist squirming between your hands? That means you’re doing a very good job, Viola. A very good job.”
Suddenly, I felt a little jealous. I wanted his praise, I wanted to please him, I wanted to be doing a good job, because that meant I was a good girl. His good girl.
His Molly.
I reached down and found Viola’s cunt with my fingers and began stroking the tight little bud there, looking over at Silas just in time to see his eyes darken and his hands pull unconsciously at his ties.
But fuck, somehow I’d slid out of control, letting him dictate the scene, letting my need to please him override my need to dominate his pleasure. No—it was time for me to take the reins back.
I moved my fingers lower and found Viola even wetter than before. Good.
“I want you to straddle him,” I commanded. “And then rub yourself against his dick.”
Silas squirmed, either in annoyance or anticipation, straining again at his ties, but the moment Viola’s wet pussy started grinding against him, a shudder wracked through his body. I bent down, so my lips were at his ear. “It’s going to feel so good when she lets you inside, Silas. It’s going to be so tight. So warm. I’m going to make her use you, did you know that? She’s going to use that big cock to come and not care how it feels for you, and you are going to feel every pulse and squeeze of it.”
“I would rather have it be yours,” Silas said, turning his head so that our noses touched. His eyes burned into mine. “I would rather be feeling every pulse and squeeze of my Molly.”
Behind me, Viola was rubbing herself eagerly on Silas, the dark head of his cock disappearing and reappearing as she slid herself against it. Her hands were braced on his stomach, her fingernails digging into the firm flesh there. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed, and I knew she would come soon.
Good.
“Viola,” I said, rising up to my knees next to her. She stopped moving and looked at me expectantly, her nipples hard and her breathing fast. “Lift up a little. Don’t move unless I tell you.”
She did, and the moment I reached under her to take Silas’s cock in my hand, he groaned, bucking up against his ties and shoving himself deeper into my fist.
I froze. I had only meant to guide him inside of Viola, but his desperate noises with my hand on him, the way his thick length slid through my fist…
Castor cleared his throat, a warning to me that I was getting close to the bounds of the legally forbidden, and I quickly notched the head of Silas’s cock against Viola’s hole and let go. Now it was Silas that was frozen, sweat starting to gleam on his chest, refusing to move himself upward into Viola’s pussy.
That was fine. That was more than fine, actually, because the fact that he wasn’t trying to wrest control of the scene away from me meant that he was struggling to keep his wits about him. The bed was wide enough for me to lower myself to my belly and lay my head on Silas’s muscled stomach and enjoy the suspended tableau.
Now it was Viola I talked to instead of Silas. “I can see him stretching you,” I told her. “Already stretching you and he will stretch you even more when you take him all the way inside.” I traced the line where their flesh met with my finger, loving the way I could feel Silas tremble under me. “I can see every vein on Silas. He’s so hard right now, so very hard, and all because of you and me. Let’s make him feel better, shall we?”
Viola nodded as I knelt once more and took her hips in my hands. And then a small whimper issued from somewhere in her throat as I guided her down, all the way down, impaling her fully on Silas’s dick. Silas hissed, every muscle in his thighs and calves looking like carved marble as he kept his body completely still. But he didn’t close his eyes, he didn’t look away; our stares were locked as I began moving Viola’s hips back and forth over him.
“That’s it,” I whispered to her. “You’re doing great.”
She whimpered again as I moved her hips faster, forced her to grind harder against him.
