Anne's Revenge  F/F/M f-dom, rom
 
Anne looked at the card from Patricia's Pets:

Revenge?
Call.
P.

He left the morning after that night, that  night when he brought her
to Patricia's Pets.  Oh, that night.  Ten long days ago, but the
memory was burned into her soul.  She could still feel it, still feel
the countless orgasms that coursed through her body after what seemed
like hours of merciless teasing, the orgasms that rocked her very
being  as she hung there, naked and handcuffed. And later, he brought
her home, and lovingly,  gently  brought her to two more mind numbing
orgasms before she fell asleep exhausted in his arms. In some ways,
that had been even more wonderful. Not as intense, but sweet. So very
sweet. That was what she loved about Jack: he could take her, use
her, make her feel total release, and he could simply love her, too.

Yes, she realized, she had fallen in love with him. And now he was
half a world away on a business trip, and wouldn't be  back for three
more days. And she wondered if he loved her.

As Anne thought back to that night, she remembered how she'd been
afraid at first.  Afraid he would whip her, really punish her for
coming without permission. But as she hung there, she was almost
disappointed  he didn't. The sensations Jack and Mistress Patricia
produced  had been incredible. And yet she had wanted more.  More
sensations. Yes, maybe even pain.

She had thought a lot about why she had allowed herself to submit to
Jack  in the first place, and she still didn't fully understand it.
After all,  she had never even  fantasized about bondage or
submissiveness before she met Jack, and she hadn't met Jack that long
ago.   At 48, he was 20 years older than she was, older and more self
confident than any of the other men she had been with, but that
wasn't it. Well, maybe it was part of it.

The first time she went to bed with him, he had told her to relax, to
let go, let him take control, let him bring her to new heights. And
she did, and he did. When he told her to grip the headboard and keep
her hands there, she did as he teased her pussy with his lips and
tongue until she erupted in a shattering orgasm. Then, when he pinned
her hands to the bed as he fucked her, and told her to lie still, not
move, and let him do it all, she did, and he fucked her slowly,
teasing her with his cock, at times putting just the head inside her,
then stroking slowly, or surprising  her with a quick, deep thrust
that took her breath away, or withdrawing completely, sliding his
cock over her clit before plunging it back into her.

Remembering made her wet.

Never before had she been multi-orgasmic, but three times she came
that first night. Yes, that first time she had just a taste of
surrender, of letting go, of being free to just feel.  And he had
been sensitive, so understanding of her needs, understanding of needs
that she didn't even understand herself.  So she trusted him, and let
him lead her into submission.

She stared at the card.  Revenge?  No, not hardly.  But it  would be
fun to give Jack a taste of his own medicine.  In fact, she thought
he might like it.

Then too, she was curious about Patricia. And more than a little
curious about the connection between Jack and Patricia.  Jack had
almost seemed submissive with Patricia.  No, not almost; he WAS
submissive with her.  But it had been HIS scene, and Patricia went
along, helping him with his scene.  Yet, he was submissive to her.
Anne was curious and confused.  And maybe a bit jealous of Patricia.

Her heart was pounding as she dialed the number. A soft female voice
answered, "Patricia's Pets, this is Patricia," and Anne's heart
pounded even faster as the stirrings between her legs made her
realize that part of  the reason why she made the call was that deep
down, she  wanted to be with Patricia again, too.

* * *

II

Anne sipped her Chardonnay and looked at Patricia.

Patricia was impressive, tall and beautiful, with piercing green
eyes. But she didn't seem so threatening now. Patricia had
immediately put Anne at ease, telling Anne not to call her Mistress
since they were not "in a scene" now.  Patricia had told Anne she was
glad she called, and would be happy to help, or answer her questions.

But still, Patricia was in charge. It was subtle, but unmistakable.
Patricia had selected the table, off in a quiet corner rather than
near the windows with a view of the Charles River.  She had  smoothly
ordered wine for both of them, and then lunch.

Patricia didn't ask why she had called.  She seemed to know better
than Anne did herself.

Finally, Anne asked, "So, tell me, how do you know Jack?"

"Oh, Jack is an old friend. When I started Patricia's Pets, he was
one of my first clients. Though, now, I have very few clients and
mostly do what I do for pleasure, rather than for money."

Anne pondered this. Patricia looked to be in her early thirties.  How
long she had been doing this, how long she had known Jack?  Jack,  a
client to a dominatrix?  Wow, there was a lot to absorb. "Jack was a
client?"

"Yes."

"Jack is a submissive?"

"No.  Not really."

"I'm sorry, I don't understand."

"Let me try to explain, Anne. I met Jack six years ago. I guess he
was about forty, going through the mid life thing, and on top of it,
a nasty divorce.  And he wanted to explore some things he thought he
had missed out on.  So he came to me."

"I see,  I think.  But if he's not submissive..."

"Well, like I said, he wanted to explore. He's never been into the
pain thing, though he did try it once.  He's more into pleasure.  He
loves to please his partner; it's almost a fetish with him. And of
course, he likes his partner to please him."

"Yes," Anne said, smiling, "I know."

"Yes, I know you do." Patricia returned the smile.

"But I still don't understand.  Is he dominant or submissive?"

"It's not an either/or thing with him.  He likes to take control, but
he also likes to surrender control.  He likes it when a woman takes
over and teases him, drives him wild, and then finally gives him the
release he needs, much as we did with you."

"I can understand that," Anne  said, smiling again.

"Yes. But he hasn't been able to find a woman who can give him that.
And,  he's more complex than that. Sometimes, he also likes to
surrender control and have the woman take what she wants. Use him.
Make him be her sex toy. That makes him feel very desired, very
sexy."

"Uh huh."

"And, he also likes it the other way around. Taking control, either
to take what he wants, or to create the scene to please his partner.
That's what he did when he brought you to my place. That was all for
you, Anne."

"Yes, I see that.  He seems to know me better than I know myself."

"That's his gift.  But he is greedy.  He needs someone who can enjoy
giving and taking, both sub and dom. He's very complex, or perhaps,
when I put it that way, very simple. But, if he finds a woman  who
can give him what he needs, he will be hers."

"Yes."

"He told me once, that he thought anyone who couldn't switch like
that was limited. That stung a little, because I can only be domme.
I tried the sub role, with Jack in fact, but it just didn't work for
me. I can be very giving, taking delight in pleasing my subs, but
still, I need to be in control. Jack told me that was too bad,
because I was missing the freedom of letting go, the thrill of not
knowing what to expect, but what can I say.  It's just not for me."

"So, Jack is neither sub nor dom then."

"Well, yes, that is what I've been saying.  But I think for him the
sub role is more natural. I think he truly loves to give up control.
I've had to coach him a bit to help him grow into the dom role. It's
not as  natural for him; he has to work at it. Remember, he first
came to me as a sub."

"I though he was just exploring."

"True. True. But he wanted to submit."

"But he is so good as a dom.  He seems to know just how to push my
buttons.  Make me trust him, make me want to give myself to him."

"Yes, he does have a sensitivity that makes him able to do that very
well, but I still have to coach him, push him."

"So, is  that why he brought me to you? Because he needed you in
order to be able to push me further?"

"Well, that and the fact that he really gets off on seeing two women
together."

Anne laughed. "Yeah, I guess a lot of men do. Another thing I've
never understood."

"Right. And you seemed okay with it Anne."

Patricia's eyes burned into her own. Anne remembered how she had
feared the idea of being with a woman, but then  she was so aroused,
reduced to just feeling, and it had been wonderful. "Yes," she
replied softly as she felt a familiar stirring between her thighs.

"And you wouldn't mind doing it again."

"No."

"And you'd like to turn the tables on Jack."

"Oh, yeah!"

"Well, Anne,  here's what I suggest..."


* * *


I I I

Jack  looked out the window at Darling Harbor and  dialed the long
series of numbers to access his voice mail.  Thirty minutes later, he
turned from the window,  hung up the phone and turned on the
computer. As it booted, he picked up the phone again and called room
service.

It had been a long day. Breakfast meeting  with the local sales
agent, then a three hour presentation to what was potentially their
largest customer anywhere in the world. The meeting was a smashing
success, but there was no time to rest on his laurels:  lunch with
another customer was followed by  a series of meetings that didn't
allow him to get back to the hotel till nearly 8.  Thank God there
was no customer dinner tonight, his first free night since he left
home ten days ago. The room service dinner he had just ordered would
be perfect.

The computer came to life and Jack checked email for the first time
in three days. Computer access hadn't been the problem, not even in
Singapore and Kuala Lumpur. The problem was time. The days, and the
nights,  had been so long that there just wasn't enough time to stay
current with email and voice mail.

Fifty seven unread messages. Shit. Five from  Allan, his boss, plus a
bunch from the sales reps back in the states, and marketing, as well
as the other managers. The usual newswires. And one email from Anne.
His mind went back to the night before he left on this interminable
trip, the night he took her to Patricia's Pets.

She had been so incredibly sexy, so erotic as she hung naked,  hands
and legs cuffed and chained. Squirming. Clips on her nipples,  a gold
chain between them. He loved her nipples. Her breasts were not large,
but he liked them that way,  and  he loved her nipples. Licking them,
biting them. Hearing her gasp or moan when he did. But it was her
face when she was aroused that got to him more than anything. He
loved it when she begged him to let her come, but he loved it even
more when he finally did let her come and he looked at her sweet
innocent face, framed with short blonde hair, deep blue eyes glowing
with ecstasy. And total surrender. To him. To her sexuality.

She was extraordinary. One of a kind.

And he wondered if he could ever experience that feeling of total
release.

Other than with Patricia, of course, but, well, that was Patricia.

Five  messages from Allan. What did he want? Well, if it was urgent
there would have been voice mail. The clock on his computer said it
was only 6:33 AM back home,  too early to call in any case. He
clicked on the message from Anne.

She was going to meet him at the airport. Damn, that's right, they
had talked about it before he left. He was going to be tired when he
got in.  He  checked his plane ticket: roughly twelve hours from Oz
to LAX, more than two and a half hours at LAX, which didn't leave a
lot of time to spare,  then 5 more to Boston.  Then the drive up to
Andover. There was no way he'd be able to keep her going for hours
like last time. Well, he was the master, and he'd think of something.

He didn't want to disappoint her, but he wondered how he could top
that night at Patricia's. How far could he take her? How far was he
capable of taking her, and how far would she be able to go? He could
always get Patricia to help, to push him, or to do the things to Anne
that he could not bring himself to do. God, seeing the two of the
together had been incredible, and Anne seemed to like that, too. But
it had to be right with just the two of them: Jack and Anne, without
Patricia.

Would  Anne  lose interest if he stopped taking her to new heights?

He couldn't disappoint her. He typed out an email to Anne. Meet me at
American Airlines baggage claim. Flight 12, arriving 9:45 PM.  Wear
the short red skirt and white blouse you wore the night we met. No
underwear.

Jack smiled. She'd be pleased that he remembered what she had worn
when they met. He tried to remember if the blouse was too sheer, if
her nipples would be visible. Well, she'd handle it.

There was a knock on the door.  The voice called, "Room Service."

Jack clicked on SEND, and went to the door.

* * *

IV


Jack felt surprisingly good as he walked toward baggage claim. He'd
only slept a little on the leg from Sydney to LAX. They'd left Sydney
on Friday afternoon at 2 PM, and he hadn't been able to get to sleep
until they were almost to LA. They  landed at LAX the next morning
but it was still Friday  due to the magic of the International Date
Line.  Finally, he did manage to sleep during much of the 5 hour
flight between LAX and Logan. Maybe he'd gotten a total of six hours
sleep. He should have told her to book a room near the airport, but
he'd be okay  tonight. It would hit him tomorrow. It always did.

There she was. God she looked great! And yes, her nipples were
visible in that white blouse. Just one look at her and his cock began
to swell. Yes, he'd be okay tonight. At least for a few hours.

Then  she saw him. "Jack!" she called, and ran toward him. He dropped
the duffel he carried on the plane, and gathered her up in his arms.
They kissed briefly, then Anne broke the kiss. "I've missed you,
darling," she said, and kissed him again, her mouth opening hungrily,
her lips and tongue devouring him.

Jack dissolved in her kiss, allowing her tongue to swirl around his,
allowing her to suck his tongue. He loved the way she was when they
weren't playing. Calling him "darling." Kissing him like this.

They managed to stop kissing long enough to gather up Jack's luggage.
As they did, Anne said, "Jack, darling, I hope you don't mind, but I
thought you might be tired, so I booked a room out here at the hotel.
I've already checked us in."

"That's wonderful, baby. I was regretting not asking you to do just
that. Thank you!" He kissed her on the cheek.

Anne smiled to herself. She hoped Jack wasn't too tired. She hadn't
booked the room so he could rest. Quite the contrary. No, he wouldn't
be sleeping for a while.

As they headed out toward the hotel, Jack reflected on Anne's
thoughtfulness. She really was a gem. Maybe they could just make love
tonight and not get into a play scene. Since their first night
together, he had tried to make each scene more intense for her than
the last,  and he knew this wouldn't always be possible. It required
all his imagination; it was a mental strain. Sometimes, vanilla would
be nice. Like when she kissed him passionately, called him "darling."
And maybe, once in a while, surrender would be nice, too. But that
was too much to hope for.

* * *

Anne had actually booked a suite. As Jack entered the sitting room he
heard Bach playing softly. He tipped the bellman and told him to just
drop the luggage by the door, that he'd take care of it himself.

The bellman left, and, as if on cue,  Patricia emerged from the
bedroom.  He'd never seen her looking like this. She was awesome in
a black leather outfit that looked something like a teddy, but  was
much more. Black leather and long black hair. Leather straps over her
shoulders. Leather wrapped around her upper arms. Gold inlays
covering her nipples. Her breasts swelling over the top. Six feet of
magnificent femininity.

And she was barefoot. Bare feet were sexy, especially in contrast to
this  Xena-leather-bitch look

"Anne, dear, why  don't you take Jack's coat."

"Of course, Mistress."  Anne slipped the coat from Jack's shoulders,
running her hands over his chest and shoulders. She kissed his neck,
bit gently, let her tongue flicker over his flesh.

"Now, Jack, on your knees." Jack felt the beginnings of an erection.

Patricia moved to Anne, kissed her gently. Jack watched as their lips
touched, as Patricia's arms went around Anne, caressed her back, slid
to her ass. Their lips parted, mouths opened, tongues danced. He
watched their tongues swirl around each other, watched as Anne sucked
Patricia's tongue, then release it and plunge her own tongue into
Patricia's mouth, tasting, devouring. Anne ran her tongue over
Patricia's tongue and lips. Patricia caught it gently between her
teeth, sucked it, nibbled Anne's lips. "Hmmmm," he heard Anne murmur.

The sight of the women's tongues was driving Jack wild.

Patricia broke the kiss. The kiss had been intense; never before had
Anne been kissed like that, but then, never before had she been
kissed by a woman. Well, once, but not like this.  She was wet
already; she wanted  the kiss to continue.

"Anne, darling," Patricia said,  "kneel here next to me."  Anne
obeyed and  Jack was mesmerized  by the sight of Anne, so pretty in
the red miniskirt and white blouse, kneeling next to the Xena-
leather-bitch. The contrast was exquisite.  Patricia stroked Anne's
blond hair as one would stroke a pet, completing the picture.

"I think it's time to explain, Jack. Tonight, Anne is mine and you
are hers. This is Anne's revenge for the night you brought her to me.
She will obey me, but you will obey her. You will  not touch either
of us without permission, or yourself for that matter. And you will
not speak without permission. Is that clear?"

Jack nodded. His cock grew harder.

Anne knelt on the floor in front of Jack. Undid his tie, slipped it
from his neck. "Put your hands behind your back, darling." He felt
the silk tie tighten around his wrists. Anne kissed him gently.
"Don't kiss me back. Just let me taste you." Anne's lips parted and
he felt her tongue touch his lips. He opened to her and her tongue
probed his mouth, caressing his tongue, his lips, his teeth, the roof
of his mouth. It was all he could do to not kiss her back, suck her
tongue, swirl his tongue around hers.

A series of half-thoughts penetrated  the heat which seared his
brain. God, Anne was incredible. What were they going to do to him?
Revenge? Her tongue felt so good. Don't kiss her back.  His cock was
hard, painfully hard in his jockey shorts. This was  too good to be
true.

The kiss ended as Patricia stood behind Anne, pulling her up, away
from Jack, her hands lightly caressing Anne's neck and chest,
caressing her breasts lightly through the thin material of the
blouse. Jack saw Anne's nipples harden, saw Patricia's fingertips
move closer to those nipples.

Anne felt the heat build between her legs as she surrendered to
Patricia's touch.  She wanted to pull Jack's head between her legs
and fuck his mouth.  She loved the way he had submitted to her kiss,
and now she wanted him to submit completely.

Patricia unbuttoned Anne's blouse, slipping it from her shoulders,
exposing her hard nipples. Patricia caressed Anne's bare breasts,
making light circles  with her fingertips, moving ever closer to
Anne's nipples. Patricia kissed her neck, dragged her tongue across
Anne's neck. "Oh, god," Anne cried as her neck tingled, sending
current down her spine to her pussy. The fingers of Patricia's left
hand found Anne's nipple and teased it lightly. Anne moaned softly as
Patricia's right hand moved lower, over her belly, between her
thighs, under her skirt.

Jack's face was only inches from Anne, inches from where the
miniskirt was pushed up giving him a tantalizing view of Patricia's
fingers teasing Anne, naked under the skirt. He wanted to lean
forward, to lick, to taste, to suck. His cock ached.

Anne felt hard leather against her back as Patricia pressed against
her.  Patricia's tongue was in her ear, one hand pinching her nipple,
one hand between her legs, teasing her lips with feathery touches, so
close to her clit. Patricia whispered, "Do my fingers make you wet?"

"Hmmm."

"Do you want more, Anne? Do you want to come?"

"Ohhh god. Yesss."

Patricia kissed her ear, her tongue flickered over it. "Take what you
want, dear."

"Yeah," Anne grunted as she  grabbed Jack's hair, pulled his head to
her. "Eat me Jack. Make me come."

Jack's tongue danced over Anne's lips. Patricia put her fingers on
either side of Anne's labia and pulled back, fully exposing Anne's
swollen clit. Jack kissed it gently, then licked it slowly, lightly.
Anne groaned and moved her hips, grinding her vulva into Jack's face.
Anne gasped as she felt Patricia's lips on her breasts, kissing the
tops of her breasts, kissing the sides, kissing ever closer to the
hard nipples.

Jack's tongue teased her clit driving her wild. His light touch was
heaven.  She wanted to savor it, let it bring her to the edge, and
keep her there, teasing.  But tonight, she couldn't hold back.
"Harder, Jack. Faster," she commanded, and ground  against his  face.
Jack  licked harder, faster,  moaning into Anne as she squirmed
against him. Patricia's tongue finally found Anne's nipple and she
let out a long "oohhhh" as Patricia licked and then sucked the
nipple. The combination of sensations  was overwhelming,  one tongue
on her pussy, another on her nipple, the feeling of power, taking
Jack this way, fucking his face. Just when Anne thought it could not
be more intense,  Jack drew her clit and her lips between his lips
and  strummed her clit with his tongue. Patricia slipped two fingers
into Anne and Anne screamed, coming and coming against Jack's face
and Patricia's fingers.

Jack was still kneeling  as Anne's screams subsided, his face covered
with her sweet fragrance. He was on fire, but he knew Patricia, and
knew the night was just beginning. He also knew that he would have to
wait quite awhile before his needs would be satisfied. He realized he
wasn't tired, and smiled to himself, realizing that  he wouldn't need
to use his imagination tonight. And he loved the way Anne used him,
taking what she wanted. He hadn't seen this side of her before, and
he loved it.

Lost in thought, he barely heard Patricia whisper, "Anne dear, what
shall we do to him. He is yours, you know."

Jack looked up and saw Anne grinning. "Tease him, of course. Not let
him come.  Make him beg." Anne bent down and kissed Jack, licking her
juices from his face, exciting him even more.

"Wonderful!" Patricia exclaimed.

Anne looked  beautiful in the red miniskirt, naked from the waist up.
Jack watched enchanted as she slowly  unbuttoned the skirt, let it
slip to the floor and stood naked before him. "Stand up, darling,"
she ordered softly.

Here he was, still dressed in his suit, as she stood naked before
him, so sweetly calling him "darling". He liked Anne to be naked
while he was fully dressed; it  enhanced her submissiveness. But
tonight, her nakedness only heightened her power over him. He could
pleasure her body in any way she commanded, while his aching cock
remained  confined, untouched.  She was incredible.

Anne moved closer to Jack, pressing her nipples against his chest as
she kissed him gently, teasing, nibbling his lips with hers, letting
her tongue flicker over his lips, slowly rekindling her own fire. She
reached around behind Jack as she let her teeth graze his neck,
making him tingle, sending shivers straight to his engorged cock.
Nibbling his neck and his ear, squirming against him, she untied the
tie which bound his wrists, letting it fall to the floor. She stepped
back and began to unbutton his shirt, teasing his flesh with her
fingertips as she exposed it inch by inch.

She kissed his nipple, licked it.

She moved back; his nipple still tingled where she had teased it with
her tongue. She unbuckled his belt, pulled down his zipper, and slid
his pants from his hips, letting them fall to the floor.  He stepped
out of them and stood there wearing only shoes, socks and  jockey
shorts.

Anne looked at him. At the bulge in his shorts. It must be
uncomfortable, she thought, constrained like that. She'd like to see
him naked, but decided she'd rather keep him uncomfortable. At least
for a while. And, she thought, keeping his shoes and socks on would
make him feel even more naked, more vulnerable.

Anne kissed him again. "Poor baby," she cooed. "Is that
uncomfortable?" she said as she reached down, caressing him through
his shorts.

"Yes," he said as he felt his cock grow stiffer.

"Good," she said, dragging her fingernail over his asshole and
perineum.

"Ohhh." He winced as her touch made him grow even harder.

Anne kissed him, rubbed her nipples against his chest.  She re-tied
the tie around his wrists. She ground against his bulge, then moved
away, her hips gyrating, her hands wandering over her own body. Her
hands caressed her breasts, then one hand slid between her legs.

She wanted to see his cock now, needed to taste him.

She reached under the leg of his shorts and pulled his cock down and
to the side, pulling it through the leg. He was hard; his cock
resisted. She pulled his balls through the opening, then ran a
fingernail up the underside of his cock. His cock jumped as if her
touch were electric. She drew it into  her mouth  and then released
him,  giving him her hungriest, most lustful look as she moved away.
The tightness of his jockeys around the base of his balls added to
the tension in his groin. He was hard as a rock, ready to come.

She looked into his eyes. He seemed to be in a daze. She remembered
what Patricia had told her about Jack, and the look in his eyes told
her Patricia had been right. So many thoughts flooded her brain in an
instant. She loved submitting to Jack. And, she was amazed to learn,
she loved dominating him just as much.  She was just like him!

Anne watched his cock throb, and was surprised to realize how much
teasing Jack was turning her on.  She was almost ready again, but
this time it was for him, and she wanted to take her time. And, she
knew, that would make it so much better for her too.

A smile crossed her lips. She adored him. And she wanted to drive him
crazy. She licked the underside of his cock, drew his balls into her
mouth.  He groaned as she licked and sucked his balls. She realized
he was near the point of no return and she stopped.

"Ready to come, baby?"

"Oh god. Yess," he croaked.

"Good. I want you ready to come. And I want you to stay that way.
Now, on your knees," she said, gently caressing his cheek.

Anne lay on her back on the floor in front of him, again letting  her
hands move over her breasts. She looked at Jack and felt his lust.
With her right  hand she reached between her legs and pulled her lips
back, exposing her clitoris. She took the middle finger of her left
hand and slid it into her pussy, then spread  her moisture over her
clit.

Entranced, he watched as she touched herself, arching her back, her
swollen lips and clit glistening with her passion.  Sexy beyond
belief.

Anne's right hand wandered over her body, over her breasts and throat
and mouth. Eyes closed, mouth open, she put her middle finger in her
mouth. Jack watched her slide the finger in and out of her mouth,
sucking it, wrapping her tongue around it suggestively.

Anne took the wet finger and ran it up the underside of his cock,
then buried the finger in her cunt. She moaned and closed her eyes,
her hips undulating. She knew the effect this was having on Jack. She
wanted him, but it was not time yet.

Suddenly, Anne felt a pair of lips on her own, a tongue teasing her
mouth. She opened her eyes. Patricia! "You are so delicious,"
Patricia said. "I want you now."

Patricia stood up and stripped off her leather bitch-goddess outfit.
Naked, she climbed on top of Anne, her head diving between Anne's
legs, her tongue caressing Anne's clitoris. "Ohhh," Anne cried as she
felt Patricia's tongue.

Patricia positioned herself above Anne. Gently, Anne kissed her
pussy, caressing the lips with her tongue, then letting her tongue
slip between Patricia's lips, teasing, then moving lower, fucking
Patricia with her tongue. Patricia began to move her hips, fucking
Anne's face, trying to rub her clit against Anne.   Her clit found
Anne's tongue, and Patricia cried out.

Jack watched spellbound as the two naked women writhed against each
other in front of him. Sweet flesh sliding over sweet flesh. Lissome
thighs, arched backs, round breasts. He desperately wanted to touch
them, to run his hands, his lips, his tongue over their bodies. Over
Anne's body. He though about disobeying, about touching them without
permission. What would they do to him?

The two women rolled on the floor in front of him. Anne was on top
now, the perfect curves of her hips, her buttocks framed her luscious
cunt and the pretty little puckered hole beneath. Her lips were
swollen; her clit was swollen, too, visible at the top of her
beautiful  pussy. More than beautiful. Exquisite. Anne was squirming
as she licked  Patricia. Patricia's hands moved over Anne's ass,
pulling Anne down to her face. Jack watched in awe as Patricia
slipped her ring finger into Anne's delicate anus.

Anne gasped as the finger penetrated her. "Oooohh," she cried, as
Patricia's tongue touched her again.

Jack groaned. And watched. His cock throbbed.

Anne moaned as Patricia slowly ate her.  She rubbed her body against
Patricia, fucking her face, fucking the finger in her asshole, but
Patricia rolled over, on top again, her tongue still teasing Anne's
pussy.  Patricia's tongue moved lower, slipping between Anne's lips
and deep into her. Anne moaned. Patricia's tongue moved lower,
teasing her perineum and the pink rosebud beneath. "Ooohh," Anne
cried as she felt Patricia's tongue on that sensitive spot. Anne's
hunger overwhelmed her and her hands gripped Patricia, pulling the
other woman to her, furiously tonguing her. Anne was moaning, hips
moving involuntarily, so close to coming, but Patricia kept teasing
her with gentle licks on her asshole, her perineum, her labia.

Anne drew Patricia's lips gently into her mouth, then sucked, rubbing
Patricia's clit with her tongue, giving Patricia the intense
stimulation she craved herself.  But still, Patricia teased her
mercilessly, her tongue dancing over Anne's sensitive areas, never
staying in one place long enough.

Anne drove two fingers into Patricia's wet pussy, sucking, fucking.
Hard, driven by her own need. She heard  Jack beg, "Oh God, please,
let me..."

"Yeah, Jack," Patricia groaned.  "Lick me, help Anne make me come."

It was Anne Jack wanted. He wanted to taste her. Worship her. He
watched her writhing beneath Patricia, trying to come as Patricia
teased her with her tongue. He wanted to relieve her from her
delicious torment...

"NOW!" Patricia growled, and Jack walked on his knees to position
himself behind Patricia, kneeling over them, bending forward.  Anne's
mouth was all over Patricia's clit; her two fingers were pumping in
and out of Patricia's  pussy, blocking him. Patricia began to  moan
as  Jack let his tongue flicker over Patricia's sensitive perineum.
"Hmmm. UNNHHH, Lower,"  Patricia ordered, and Jack moved his tongue
lower, teasing her asshole with his tongue.

Anne humped the air in frustration, trying desperately to grind her
pussy against Patricia's mouth. She fucked Patricia harder, faster,
as if Patricia's orgasm would trigger her own. But she really wanted
Jack, wanted to suck his fingers, lick his body all over, suck his
cock, tease him relentlessly, and then slowly fuck his brains out.

Patricia exploded when Jack tongued her asshole, her cries filling
the room. Anne felt Patricia's  pussy clench her fingers and felt the
woman's body shaking above her. She felt her shudder once, then
twice, and then she knew Patricia's eruption was over.

Patricia collapsed on top of Anne and all were frozen for an instant.
Then Patricia got up from Anne, kissed her gently  on the lips and
said, "Now you may take what you need, dear."

Anne needed Jack, needed his cock inside her. She pulled his shorts
down to his knees and his cock bobbed up and down, finally completely
free. She ran her fingertip along the underside and it twitched. Jack
groaned. Anne wanted it inside her, but wanted it in her mouth first.
As hot as she was, she still wanted to tease him. She kissed him,
nibbled his ear, whispered, "Want me to suck you, baby?"

"Oh god, please, Anne..."

Anne kissed the tip of his cock, then swirled her tongue around the
head, tasting his pre-come. She let his cock slide from her mouth.
"Don't come."

Jack groaned.

Anne ran her tongue up the underside of his cock, watching it throb
as she did. She took the head between her lips, then slowly drew him
into her mouth. Anne loved the feeling of his cock in her mouth. She
loved it when she submitted to him and he made her suck him. And, she
now realized, she also loved it when he was submissive, and she
sucked him, ordering him not to come. She loved the power. And, she
loved to tease him like this, because she knew he loved it.

She knew he was close, and she was tempted to suck him till he
exploded,  but instead let him slide from her mouth. She watched his
cock  pulse with each beat of his heart.  "Get on your back, darling.
I need to fuck you now."

Jack struggled onto his side and then rolled onto his back, his
wrists tied beneath him. Anne climbed on top of Jack. His tongue
first, she thought as she lowered herself onto his face. One hand
moved between her legs, opening herself to him as the other hand
wandered over her breasts. His tongue found her lips, then slid
between them, and she began to moan softly as he brought her back
toward the edge. His tongue gently caressed her clit, and she cried
out. "Oh. Oooh. Now, baby, fuck me now."

Anne moved down, sliding her body over Jack's body and his cock slid
into her easily. "Don't come."

Again, Jack groaned.  She had kept him near the edge for what seemed
like hours, twice bringing him within seconds of going over the edge
before stopping.  He didn't know how much more he could take.  She
engulfed him, hot and wet, smooth and silky.  He lay still, letting
her fuck him, trying not to come. He felt her squeeze him, felt his
cock throbbing inside her.

Anne moved faster now, closer and closer to the edge.  Eyes tight
shut.

Anne didn't realize Patricia had again come up behind her until she
felt fingers on her nipples and a tongue teasing her asshole. She
screamed and came. Hard.  She felt it in her cunt and her clit and
her nipples and her toes.

It was almost too much for Jack: Anne's screams, the look on her
face, her pussy clenching his cock. As Anne's climax peaked and
began to fade,  Patricia began to lick and suck Jack's balls, pushing
him to the brink, out of control. Her tongue slid over his perineum
to his asshole and he exploded, pulsing again and again.

Anne felt Jack's heat deep inside her  at the magical moment after
her orgasm had crested and faded, but not completely drifted away. At
that magical moment when the right touch could instantly re-kindle
the flame, she felt Patricia's tongue on her clit and she cried out.
The feeling of Jack's hot come inside her, his cock, still hard
inside her, and Patricia's tongue on her clit drove her over the edge
for the third time.

She lay on top of Jack, not moving for what seemed like a long time.
Arms around him. Holding him. Thoroughly sated. Totally fulfilled.

And then she remembered.

She stood up. "Jack, darling, I'm afraid you came without permission.
You have to be punished."

"But... It wasn't fair. Patricia..."

She cut him off. "That doesn't matter." She thought back to that
night two weeks ago, when the trip to Patricia's Pets was her own
punishment for coming without permission.  She smiled. "What you did
to me two weeks ago wasn't exactly fair either."

She saw just the hint of a smile on Patricia's face.  She continued,
"So, you will be punished. No kinky sex for one month. Vanilla only."

Jack tried not to smile. Incredible. Perfect.

Anne thought, vanilla only unless I let you submit to me again. But
she didn't say it, deciding it would better to surprise him. She
kissed him softly on the lips.

"I love you, Anne," he said.

"I think my work here is finished," Patricia said, and winked at Jack
as she gathered her clothes and prepared to leave.