Page 7 of Twisted Devotion
These two are going to be the death of me.
“I just want to see you enjoying yourself, Darlin’. Whatever is happening over there already sounds glorious.” I walk over to the side of the bed and tug Boden’s blindfold off, and when he tips his head up from the pillow, she’s already crawling up the bed to him.
* ur gf - Ella Boh
* Hitachi Vibe - Two Feet
CHAPTER
FIVE
AUDREY
Our Domme’s body is everything to call home about—or whatever that saying is. Her thick thighs lead to a long stomach, where her high-wasted leather thong exaggerates the unholy V-cut leading down to her apex.
And the tattoos.
?*Everything about her makes me want to scream just how hot I think she is.
But I hold my composure.
I step to the end of the bed like she told me and climb up on my hands and knees, making sure to arch my back a little extra just for her.
As she pulls Boden’s blindfold from his head, his eyes immediately snap to mine. “Oh, Darlin’, you’re in my favorite lingerie?”
“I would say it was just for you, but I think our Dominatrix here is enjoying it too,” I purr.
Slowly, I make my way up Boden’s body; it’s a heady feeling to have both of their eyes and full attention on me. I’ve never felt more powerful than I do in this moment.
I could get used to this.
The only thought in my head is my desire to have her lips back on mine; that kiss earlier was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before—well, besides with Boden, but I don’t count that. I can’t stop imagining what it would be like just to get lost with her—to drown in her body.
But I barely know this woman, and that’s not what’s supposed to come of this night. We’re here to have fun, not get attached. And that’s the mantra I keep repeating in my head.
I can’t get attached.
I can’t get attached.
I’ve always appreciated women throughout my life, but it took me a long time to come to terms with the fact that I was bisexual. Up until about five years ago, to be exact.
It felt wrong to say that as someone who’s been married to a man for so long, but I finally came to terms with it one night while I was out with all my girlfriends and the topic came up. I was always aware of the conversations that seemed to arise more during Pride Month about hetero-presenting relationships. How being with a man doesn’t erase bisexual identities.
Even if my sexuality was a late discovery.
I always thought women automatically found other women attractive, but two of my friends said that wasn’t the case for them—I can’t imagine.
My crawling comes to a stop when she says my name. “Come sit on your husband’s face, while you eat my cunt.” My mouth almost drops open, but I hold my composure.
My thoughts begin racing again—what if I’m horrific at eating pussy…But I remind myself that I do have one myself, and I know what I like, and have trained Bo on what I enjoy. So why wouldn’t I be able to do the same for her?
“And Boden, use your worthless mouth on your wife’s pussy. ”
His answer is immediate, “Yes, Miss.”
I make my way up Bo’s body and place my knees on each side of his head while looking down at him, then I slightly lean my ass back on his chest. With my attention completely on her, our Miss climbs up onto the bed, standing right above Bo’s head.
“Get my pussy out, Audrey.”
