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This was a woman with something to prove. Of course she was going for it.

"God..." Becca curled her hands into the pillow, wishing she could touch Caitlyn. Her Mistress. Her everything. "God!"

"That's right, darling. Worship me."

"I do..." Becca's eyes fluttered open to watch the beautiful sight above her. Caitlyn, spilling from her bra as she thrust against Becca, sharing the gift of the vibrator as best as she could. "I worship you."

Caitlyn grinned through her concentration, her mouth slightly parted, her hair starting to fall out of place. "Show me."

Becca's thighs clenched around Caitlyn's, encouraging her to move faster, harder. This is where Caitlyn would normally pin down Becca's hips and fuck her like she meant it. But this time, Becca wanted to make a point. "I worship you... and your wife..."

Caitlyn's thrusts slowed. "You better mean it."

"I do."

"Because I don't know what I'd do without you." Caitlyn's breath hitched as the vibrator stimulated her the right way. "You are ours, and we will do anything for you."

Becca's eyes burned. She didn't want to cry. Not here. "Thank you, Mistress."

Caitlyn pushed up on her elbows, hovering over Becca, staring at her with the look of an obsessed woman who had finally found her peace. "Don't ever leave us." Caitlyn kissed her. "Promise me you won't."

Becca's eyes closed again. Caitlyn was kissing her face, her neck, her breasts, her stomach, everywhere she could reach with those delicate lips before coming back to fuck her into the depths of the bed like they both knew she wanted.

Becca gave herself over to the feeling, the emotion, the desire. There was only Caitlyn.

"I promise.”

Caitlyn kissed Becca's lips, holding her tight as she humped her with the thunder of oblivion echoing in her movements. "Do you love me, Becca?" That haggard question heralded that Caitlyn was already on the verge of coming. "Tell me."

"I love you!"

"Do you need us, Becca?"

"Yes, Mistress! Ah!" Becca was consumed by the heavy movements crashing between her legs, the buzzing vibrator slightly stimulating her enough to make her eyes roll back while Caitlyn's whole body rolled over her. Nipples, breasts, cleavage were all in her face, and she kissed them, licked them, opened her mouth to them until she was finally suffocating in the warm place that was Caitlyn's love. The moment Becca caught a nipple in her mouth, she didn't let go. Her tongue did all of the lovemaking for her.

"Oh, God... Becca!"

Caitlyn came hard against Becca, her entire body shuddering with the force of her well-deserved orgasm. Becca clasped her legs together, her hands still above her head, knowing that the moment Caitlyn stopped twitching, she would get exactly what she wanted.

Because Caitlyn was godly like that.

Her Mistress pulled the vibrator from her underwear, her body limp, her chest heaving as she collapsed onto Becca. This time, Becca took Caitlyn into her arms, rubbing her back as she waited to be scolded for lowering her hands. They were still bound. That would be good enough for Caitlyn, surely.

“Wasn’t that something?” Although her voice was steady, Caitlyn’s rosy red cheeks and mussed hair gave her away. “I can think of only one way to bring this lovely evening to a close. Do you know what it is, Becca?”

Caitlyn sat up; Becca shook her head.

“Let me give you a hint.” Caitlyn fluffed one of the pillows before lowering her head. The rest of her body followed, this timeherthighs were the ones open, warm, and oh-so inviting to someone like Becca, who sometimes couldn’t say no until her partners told her to stop and rest. “Try not to spoil your dinner, though. I hear we’re going somewhere quite chic.”

Becca crawled up onto her bound hands, waiting for Caitlyn to give the signal. Once she said it, Becca shrugged the belt off her wrists and flexed her fingers as her hands ran up the length of Caitlyn’s legs. She needed her hands freed to toss her hair out of her face before lowering her mouth to her Mistress’s enticing pussy.

I am so going to hell.Becca could care less about the devil when Caitlyn spread her legs apart. I am so ready for it.

As Becca's tongue slid up Caitlyn's slit, she knew she was there. There was no hell like the one she was already in. She was a happy sinner, like her Mistresses.

"That's it." Caitlyn pulled the pillow around her head. "Do to me what that thing can't."

The vibrator was dormant next to her face as she ate Caitlyn out. Her tongue retreated into the sweetest space she ever tasted. Her nose nudged the soft hood of Caitlyn's clit, searching for the tiny pearl beneath. And her hands dug into Caitlyn's soft thighs, bracing for the inevitable when Caitlyn raised her pussy against Becca's mouth. Becca had half a mind to grab the vibrator and tease her girlfriend's entrance while focusing her tongue on that swollen clit but knew better. Caitlyn would have asked for it if she wanted it.