Page 28 of Fritillaria (Fortune Records Omegaverse #5)
Chapter 28
A spis
Ivy’s robust amber and Matilda’s fresh dew blend in my nose and I struggle to stay focused. Two horny mates in one small space is enough to drive any Alpha crazy.
I noticed the spot on the ground earlier and I inspect it now. Yes, this is going to work perfectly. I find the matching metal rod and affix it in place. Next, I select a vibrating wand and some shibari rope.
Ivy is nearly dripping, her pussy slick with her wetness. It’s an effort not to bend down and taste her. But she has asked for this, she needs to feel this.
She clearly feels guilty now for avoiding us, and she needs me to absolve her of that guilt. Spreading her lips, I set the wand against her clit and tie everything in place.
I run a finger gently down her side in a tickle to test the restraints. While she flinches, her body doesn’t move an inch.
Leaving her for a moment, I pick up the remote control for the vibrator, making sure that she can see my finger is resting on the dial in control of her pleasure. I wait there for a moment, letting her anticipation build.
“Have you figured out what your punishment will be, princess?”
“You’re either not going to let me cum at all or you’re going to make me cum so much it hurts.” She smirks, confident that I am capable of neither.
“That’s the one.” I say, not clarifying further as I flick the dial to a medium setting immediately.
The sheer volume of the device tells me how intense it is. Ivy cries out at the onslaught on her clit and I turn it up further. I tug hard on her nipple piercing before smacking it and earn myself a deep, guttural moan.
Turning my back on her, I give my attention to my other mate.
Matilda is dripping her juices down the bench, making a mess of herself as she watches us. I haven’t seen her this wet for me before. She whimpers as she continues to slowly stroke her clit and watch me.
My dicks are painfully hard, both of my mates finding their own pleasure as my attention flicks between them.
“You’re making such a mess , darling. Why don’t you let your Alpha clean that up for you?”
Matilda wordlessly nods, spreading herself wider for me as I bend lower to lick her clean. Her hands fist in my hair as I work her clit with my tongue. She tastes like heaven, the first days of spring laid out before me. I glance up to see her but her focus is clearly stuck on a whimpering Ivy behind me.
I slip two fingers inside Matilda’s pussy as I continue to lick her. She moans loudly, gripping my hair tighter as she grinds against my hand. Fuck, she is so hot.
Matilda and Ivy both reach their first orgasm together, if the sounds that Ivy is making are anything to go by.
I kiss my way up Matilda’s panting body, tenderly pulling her into a deeper kiss. She moans against me and I flip us around so that she is on my lap.
Ivy is fully in my view again now.
“Please, Daddy.” She catches my eye now. “Please make it stop, I’ve had enou—”
Another orgasm seems to tear its way through her, garbling her words as she loses herself to it.
Matilda kisses up my neck, her actions telling me that she’s ready for more.
“Want to try some simple submission?” I ask her quietly.
She nods, a dazed look in her eyes as she smiles at me through her post orgasm haze.
“On your knees.” I command, watching as she slips to the floor in front of me. “Hands behind your back.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Fuck, every time either of them says that to me my dicks get even harder. Even though that seems impossible every time.
She obeys beautifully, crossing her arms behind her back and settling on her hooves, eyes focused on me.
“You are such a good girl.” I caress her cheek and gently grip her chin. “Keep those hands where they are and pleasure your Alpha with your mouth.”
Barely a second passes before Matilda is sliding one of my dicks between her lips. She takes her time with a languid pace, her lack of hands slowing her down. Her wet lips caressing the tip of my dick is going to be an image ingrained in my head for the rest of my life.
I switch my focus back and forth between my two mates. Watching as Ivy completely loses herself to the sensations. I can tell when she starts to become numb, and use those moments to heighten the intensity and get her back on track.
All the while, Matilda is continuing to lick and suck on my cock. Every so often I guide it into her mouth or push her head down on it slightly. I’m easing her into a servicing position to see how she enjoys it. It seems like she is very into it. She moans and twists her hips every so often, seeking friction.
I let go a little, enjoying the feeling of Matilda’s attentions. But I also keep a close eye on Ivy. She never uses her safe word, however there is a moment that passes where I don’t think she would be able to if she wanted to.
Her eyes have rolled back in her head, tears streaming down her face, and I worry that she is almost too far gone. I ease Matilda away from me and tell her she is OK to relax, then start to slowly turn down the dial on Ivy’s vibrator.
I would be worried if she wasn’t smiling in post-orgasmic bliss.
The room feels too silent as Matilda takes in the mess that Ivy has become and her gaze flicks between us.
Ivy continues whimpering, and now instead of begging for it to stop she is begging for it to start again. She attempts to grind up on the vibrator for friction, but her restraints won’t allow for that level of movement.
“Can I try, Daddy?” Matilda surprises me by asking.
I had thought that seeing Ivy like this would maybe be a turn off for Matilda, but it seems that she only wants a piece of the action.
Letting out a chuckle, I get up and check the cabinet for another vibrator.
“You can stay there and watch.” I tell Ivy, making sure not to touch her for now. This is part of her punishment too.
Plugging in the additional wand, I move back to sitting on the bench and pull Matilda onto my lap. I have her back to my chest and I hold her in place, a strong grip around her middle and settle her just above my dicks.
“OK, we’ll go slowly.” Fitting the vibrator in place, I whisper to her. “Just say ‘stop’ if you want me to. Super simple, alright?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Her voice is breathy, filled with anticipation.
I kiss her shoulder in reassurance before I start. She has vibrators at home, but nothing that would be this strong. Using the controls on the vibrator itself this time, I flick it onto the lowest setting.
“ Oh ,” she wriggles against me on instinct at the intensity.
It doesn’t take long for Matilda to start whimpering and thrashing against me. I have to be careful to avoid getting scratched up by her horns, but I manage to keep her in place.
When I can feel her tensing to cum, I lower the vibrations down in intensity and start to build up again.
“Please, please , let me cum.” She whimpers, her ass pressing into me as she simultaneously tries to pull away.
I eventually allow it after a few near misses.
Matilda tenses in my arms, her body locking as she gushes liquid from her pussy all over my hand and the vibrator. I switch the device off and toss it to the side as she collapses against me. Relaxing my hold, Matilda scoots down my body and starts to rub her pussy against my upper dick.
“Fuck.” I swear, lifting her off of me. I am afraid my control will snap and I will rut into her right here.
“Darling, you are killing me.” I tell her, settling her onto the bench. “I need to take Ivy down and we have to look after her for a bit now, OK?”
She nods, her chest still heaving from her orgasm. She pulls me into a languid kiss before setting me free to retrieve her mate.
Ivy is slick with sweat, still panting, her deep brown eyes flicking between Matilda and I.
“You did so good for me, princess.” That earns me a dazed smile.
This was exactly what she needed. To be forced into taking her own pleasure. To not hold herself back from that, to have that ability taken away.
I start with her ankles, removing the cuffs and scraps of her tights. I massage each of her legs to soothe her muscles and get her blood flowing again. She is too worn out to even bring them together, instead just leaving her legs in place.
Doing the same for her waist and wrists, Ivy collapses onto me, unable to hold herself up.
“Shh,” I soothe her, lifting her into my arms properly and stroking her hair back from her face.
“Thank you,” she whispers in my ear, barely audible and definitely not something that Matilda can hear.
“Come on, darling.” I hold out a hand to Matilda and take them both to the bedroom we had passed earlier.
The bed sheets are still mussed from Ivy the night before, a silky black fabric. Clothes are strewn about the space, like she couldn’t decide what to wear. The room is doused in her scent and it permeates my soul.
I gently set Ivy in the bed and I can’t resist lifting Matilda and kissing her before popping her in the bed too.
They snuggle into each other's arms and Ivy starts to cry and apologize to Matilda.
Gathering up the strewn about clothes, I toss them in a laundry basket and go back through the apartment to the kitchen. Leaving them to their moment together.