in the water. “Mmm, that’s a lovely image, Landry. So lovely I can’t help but bring my fingers to my center. But I don’t think my fingers are going to be enough now. Ideally, I’d take your dick. But since I can’t, I’ll have to improvise.”
She turned, lifting herself out of the water enough to reach the cabinet beside the tub. She kept a few toys there, for such occasions. She bypassed the waterproof vibrators, going straight for the large rubber dildo. “I may be about to make a bit of a mess. How does that make you feel?”
“Like I wish I really was there watching.”
Chance settled back in the water, wishing he was there too. She’d love to ride him hard and deep, making him hold off until he screamed. Which reminds me, I need to start training him to hold his release and come on command…
But not tonight. Tonight was all about her.
“I’ve got one of my dildos out, and I’m teasing the head along my clit. Imagine it’s you there, Landry, imagine the feel.” Her words, and the picture in her mind, were more of a turn-on than the dildo itself. “Now it’s sinking into me, slowly, so slowly…oh God, it feels good. So good. Are you aching yet, Landry?” She certainly was, with the dildo filling her up, and one finger drawing lazy circles around her clit.
“Dieu, it aches, Maîtresse.”
Chance didn’t bother to hide the moan of pleasure as she drew the dildo out and pushed it in again. “On your back, soldier. You’re going to get yourself off with me, nice and slow. You’re going to envision your hand as my pussy, and I’m riding you for all your worth.”
Landry let out a loud groan that Chance echoed, as they both began to pump. Their conversation became reduced to the sound of strain and pleasure, and the splashing of water, broken occasionally by commands to slow down, speed up or even halt altogether. Chance worked herself up, one hand on the dildo, one on her clit, until she teetered on the edge, then cruelly left them both hanging until she couldn’t stand it, and the water had gone from hot to tepid, and too much of it had spilled out onto the bathroom floor.
“Are you close, soldier boy?”
“God, yes.”
“Come for me, Landry. Come hard. I want it all over your chest and hands, I, I’m—oh!” The orgasm she’d put off again and again ripped through her, sending wave after wave of pleasure rolling over her. A moment later, she heard Landry moan and grunt, and in her mind’s eye she pictured thick ropes of white semen lashing out over his dark chest. She worked the dildo inside herself a few more times, coaxing herself through her aftershocks, and then finally lay still. “Mmm. How do you feel?”
He gave a small laugh. “Wrung out.”
Chance laughed. She knew what he meant. “That’s good. And?”
“I feel amazing.”
She smiled. “You should. Get some sleep, Sergeant. I’ll check in with you tomorrow morning.”
“Goodnight, Mistress Chance. And thank you.”
Chance pulled the plug on the bath and stood on wobbly legs. “It was my pleasure.”
Chapter Six
Lunch was not going well.
Oh, her mother was being plenty gracious to Landry, if somewhat cold to her. Dad, at least, was making an effort. Belinda, however, was being her usual charming self, which meant that every other word out of her mouth was “Jaden this” or “Jaden that”, even though Darren did his best to steer the conversation away from the baby. While her mom was clearly still annoyed about Chance storming out the night before, she was at least easy to read. Belinda seemed…well, jealous.
Though why in the world she would be is beyond me.
Chance narrowed her eyes slightly, searching her sister’s face as she directed another comment about families and babies at her and Landry. She wasn’t sure, but something about her seemed off. Her sister was being too polite, and when she finally stopped touting Jaden’s praises, she was too quiet. With Belinda, that never boded well.
She turned, lifting herself out of the water enough to reach the cabinet beside the tub. She kept a few toys there, for such occasions. She bypassed the waterproof vibrators, going straight for the large rubber dildo. “I may be about to make a bit of a mess. How does that make you feel?”
“Like I wish I really was there watching.”
Chance settled back in the water, wishing he was there too. She’d love to ride him hard and deep, making him hold off until he screamed. Which reminds me, I need to start training him to hold his release and come on command…
But not tonight. Tonight was all about her.
“I’ve got one of my dildos out, and I’m teasing the head along my clit. Imagine it’s you there, Landry, imagine the feel.” Her words, and the picture in her mind, were more of a turn-on than the dildo itself. “Now it’s sinking into me, slowly, so slowly…oh God, it feels good. So good. Are you aching yet, Landry?” She certainly was, with the dildo filling her up, and one finger drawing lazy circles around her clit.
“Dieu, it aches, Maîtresse.”
Chance didn’t bother to hide the moan of pleasure as she drew the dildo out and pushed it in again. “On your back, soldier. You’re going to get yourself off with me, nice and slow. You’re going to envision your hand as my pussy, and I’m riding you for all your worth.”
Landry let out a loud groan that Chance echoed, as they both began to pump. Their conversation became reduced to the sound of strain and pleasure, and the splashing of water, broken occasionally by commands to slow down, speed up or even halt altogether. Chance worked herself up, one hand on the dildo, one on her clit, until she teetered on the edge, then cruelly left them both hanging until she couldn’t stand it, and the water had gone from hot to tepid, and too much of it had spilled out onto the bathroom floor.
“Are you close, soldier boy?”
“God, yes.”
“Come for me, Landry. Come hard. I want it all over your chest and hands, I, I’m—oh!” The orgasm she’d put off again and again ripped through her, sending wave after wave of pleasure rolling over her. A moment later, she heard Landry moan and grunt, and in her mind’s eye she pictured thick ropes of white semen lashing out over his dark chest. She worked the dildo inside herself a few more times, coaxing herself through her aftershocks, and then finally lay still. “Mmm. How do you feel?”
He gave a small laugh. “Wrung out.”
Chance laughed. She knew what he meant. “That’s good. And?”
“I feel amazing.”
She smiled. “You should. Get some sleep, Sergeant. I’ll check in with you tomorrow morning.”
“Goodnight, Mistress Chance. And thank you.”
Chance pulled the plug on the bath and stood on wobbly legs. “It was my pleasure.”
Chapter Six
Lunch was not going well.
Oh, her mother was being plenty gracious to Landry, if somewhat cold to her. Dad, at least, was making an effort. Belinda, however, was being her usual charming self, which meant that every other word out of her mouth was “Jaden this” or “Jaden that”, even though Darren did his best to steer the conversation away from the baby. While her mom was clearly still annoyed about Chance storming out the night before, she was at least easy to read. Belinda seemed…well, jealous.
Though why in the world she would be is beyond me.
Chance narrowed her eyes slightly, searching her sister’s face as she directed another comment about families and babies at her and Landry. She wasn’t sure, but something about her seemed off. Her sister was being too polite, and when she finally stopped touting Jaden’s praises, she was too quiet. With Belinda, that never boded well.
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