HerCreed-ARE-epub by JenniferKacey

aside while you finger yourself. If you come before I get inside Layla’s ass all the way, then he can fuck you. If I get in first?” She shrugged. “No dick for you. No bonus pussy for him, and he looks quite…hungry. Understand the rules?”
    “Yes, Miss.”
    “Good, now go explain them and don’t dawdle. Layla’s enthusiasm is about to be rewarded.”
    One of the girls moaned. KC wasn’t certain which one of them made it, making it so much more delicious.
    Meghan moved with urgency, and Boomer locked onto her swaying tits as she approached. He lowered his arms and towered over her as she spoke.
    He glanced at KC as she pulled her cock from Layla’s mouth then bent to pick up the thin strap.
    Boomer planted his ass in the corner of The Cage, tugging Meghan down into his lap. With four hands it didn’t take long for her skirt to be around her waist, her thighs spread wide over his forearms, and her panties yanked to the side with her fingers on her clit. What a sight they made together.
    KC tied the long piece of leather to a large ring at the front of Layla’s collar, making sure it was super tight and wouldn’t let go. Releasing it to dangle down, KC stepped around her and got on her knees between Layla’s ankles. “Look across the mat from you. Look what you’re doing to people.”
    Layla’s intake of oxygen ramped up KC’s desire.
    “Fuck,” the other woman breathed.
    Meghan had her eyes closed tight, and her head turned to one side. Boomer’s thumb on one hand was making tiny circles on her flesh as he whispered to her. Staring at the women in the middle of the ring, he never took his eyes from them.
    What he whispered? No clue.
    Didn’t matter.
    Was still probably one of the sexiest things KC had ever seen.
    KC adjusted Layla’s position, scooting them forty-five degrees to the left so Boomer and Meghan were off to their right in the corner.
    Bending down, KC reached through Layla’s legs, snagging the thin strap and yanking her forward. She caught her wrist cuff just in time so her face didn’t slam into the mat. “No. Look to the right. You’re going to watch them. They’re going to watch us. Don’t close your eyes, and do you remember what I said you had to do before you come?” KC brushed Layla’s fiery hair out of her face, making sure she had an unimpeded view of the sexiness happening in the corner.
    “Yes,” Layla whispered, which turned into a moan as KC licked across the tight ring of her ass. She tried to scoot away, but didn’t get very far with her arms bound behind her.
    Wetness coated the other woman’s thighs, and her clit practically throbbed when KC blew across it. “And to make sure you don’t go anywhere, I’m going to tie you in the position I want.” KC looped the leather strap around the thigh spreader, locking her in place. Head down, ass up, toes curling as Layla opened and closed her fists.
    In anticipation?
    KC spit on her ass.
    Fear?
    Whichever.
    They both worked for her.
    Licking her finger, she left some spit on the end and rubbed it around her tight hole. She dipped a finger inside just to hear the woman groan. Pulling against the strap keeping her position, she pulled tight the muscles in her back.
    So sexy.
    KC held the end of her cock with an open palm, spitting on the tip. She rubbed it around, angling it at Layla’s ass, pushing in, staring at her hole as it slowly opened around her dick.
    Layla panted and groaned.
    Glancing to the side, she checked on her slave.
    Boomer spoke faster in her ear, KC was sure, because he knew how close he was to losing his free shot at pussy, which made her want to rush and make it a real competition.
    So dirty.
    KC concentrated on Layla’s ass. Her first victory as a Raper. Something she’d wanted and worked toward for so long, she was hard pressed remembering a time before it, before Creed.
    Creed .
    Her head snapped up as if he’d called her name. She jerked forward, making Layla moan, and she grabbed her