Roses and Chains by Delphine Dryden Page B

and they had the same style so it was as though Mara could read her thoughts
    and anticipate what she wanted before she knew it herself. She wondered if it felt the same to Mara. Like they had one mind.
    When Daniel had told them to get back to it, she had complied happily. Now,
    though, hovering on all fours over Mara’s limp, sated body, she wanted more. But she was frustrated too, because she wanted her Master to be the one to tell her to do more.
    That was what made it all right to do. That was what made her okay with it.
    That’s what makes it hot.
    Sometimes it didn’t do to overanalyze these things.
    She leaned into the kiss a little more. Lowered her body just an inch or two, letting her breasts graze against Mara’s. Hoping Daniel would be distracted enough by the
    garters and stockings framing her ass and pussy that he wouldn’t notice.
    He was a man, a horny man. Of course he noticed.
    “Delia, making out includes groping. But since you seem to need some guidance,
    here, let me.”
    Daniel nudged his head between them just enough to catch Delia’s nipple with his
    tongue. She angled herself to give him more room, felt his head working even as she
    swallowed Mara’s groan, and realized he was alternating between them.
    She pulled her head up, needing air, but he popped up, intercepted her and took
    her mouth in a hard, messy kiss. So different from Mara’s, but just as good in its way.
    She had no idea what Daniel was thinking, and that excited her too.
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    Well. She had some idea. He kissed Mara next, the same way, hard and fast with lots of plundering tongue. Delia knew she was supposed to feel jealous. But she didn’t. Not jealous of them, just impatient for it to be her turn again. With either of them. She didn’t care which.
    Daniel raised his head again, gave her a sultry scowl. “I showed you how I want
    you to suck her nipples, Delia. I expect you to get right on that.”
    Oh my God, who are you and what have you done with my husband? And does he ever have to come back?
    And then…then her Master curved the long fingers of one hand over her head and
    pressed her down until her nose was just brushing the areola of Mara’s right breast.
    “ Now , Delia.”
    She opened her mouth, took a tentative lick at the ruffled skin. And then another,
    and then she rounded her lips to take in the nipple. Slowly, savoring it. Remembering what to do, as it had been years since her last girlfriend. Whose breasts had been
    nowhere near as lovely as Mara’s.
    The sensitive skin was tightening even as she worked her lips, flicked her tongue
    against it. She nipped lightly and Mara arched into her, the soft skin of her breast pressing pillow-like against Delia’s chin and nose. Not too big, not too small.
    Just right , Delia thought, and wondered why they were all so full of fairy tales in this room.
    She sucked and licked her way to the other side, and wished that it weren’t just a
    fairy tale. That nights at home could be full of this too, this languid exploration of all the possibilities. Knowing that nobody need ever go unkissed while having their nipples
    sucked. That going down and penetration need not be mutually exclusive acts. That
    clothing could perhaps, depending on style, be shared, and that Daniel could finally have somebody to play computer games with him.
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    When her mind veered off sex into clothes, she felt a shift, a new possibility come
    into being. A new way to see things, do things. Glancing up, she saw Daniel still leaning into Mara’s mouth, taking his time.
    “Does she kiss like me, Master?”
    He pulled back but kept his eyes trained on Mara. “She does.”
    He was perspiring a little, a fine sheen highlighting the back of his neck, turning the brown hair almost black. His black t-shirt was clinging to his back in spots. Delia was the only one who hadn’t worked up a sweat yet, but she found she didn’t mind. Things were getting done. She was