Simple Submission

Chapter 15-First Foray

“I only hope I don’t go insane before then.”

They went back down stairs, Ethan eyes were trained on her features, her lips were red and swollen, the flush that often stained her cheeks had crept down her neck to the tops of her breasts.  He shifted his slacks to hide the growing bulge there.

He kept the device on at a low, steady intensity as Bree, Tei, and Lottie looked through the fabric books.  Teis arm grazed Bree’s breast as she reached to point out a particularly pretty pattern.  A soft moan escaped her lips, he quickly moved to her leaning to whisper into her ear.

“Careful Bree, you’re skirting the line.”

“Yes Sir, I’m sorry,” she said.

All three would be starting with under bust corsets to limit the pressure on their lungs.  Lottie predictably picked out a baby pink silk with mint green vines.  Tei settled on a black silk with red cherry blossoms.  Bree chose a deep wine colored brocade with black scrollwork skulls. He knew they would all be gorgeous.

He had planned to take them to several more stores, but seeing Bree’s almost panic stricken expression as he got them settled into the vehicle, decided to head home instead.  Looking in the rearview her head was back against the seat, her thighs clenching and unclenching every bump in the road causing her eyes to glass over.

When he stopped the vehicle he hardly had time to open the door before she was sprinting up the stairs.   As he topped the staircase her saw her standing on the landing, her thighs and fists clenched.  He opened the door for her and she dashed into her nook.

“No Bree,” he said firmly, “out here.”

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Bree stopped dead in her tracks. Had she heard him right?  He wanted her to do this in the living room, in front of them?  If possible her cheeks seemed to flame higher as she poked her head from the playroom.  Ethan was sitting between Tei and Lottie on the sofa.  He had laid out a blanket and pillow on the floor in front of them. 

She was past the point of caring, she would have done it on the street if he wanted her to.  She ran to the blanket and slid down to her knees her breathing ragged, a shimmer of sweat on her nose and brow.

“May I…finish, Sir?” she asked.

“You may come, Bree.”

She breathed a shuddering sigh of relief, “Thank you, Zorne” she said, as she relaxed back on the pillows, spreading her knees apart. The cool air on her naked core did little to staunch the smoldering heat that had been building between her thighs.  The skirt of her dress was giving her some feeling of modesty, as it fell to cover the ministrations her fingers had set to.  However, that was short lived, Ethan reached out and flicked away the material that was hindering their view then settled back into the sofa.

She felt embarrassed and exposed but the moment her fingers made contact with the little nub nestled within her folds all her shyness and inhibitions flew out the window.  Her back arched off the floor, her eyes locked over their heads, glazing over completely. 

“Damn, Bree you’re so wet and swollen,” she thought she heard a slightly breathless feminine voice say.

“Would you like to assist her Lottie?”

“If it should so please you, Zorne”

“It would.”

The words being spoken were a jumble to her ears.  It was but a moment and Bree felt warmth as someone slipped behind her. The pillow was replaced by a feminine lap.  Small hands she recognized as Lottie’s ran over her shoulders, neck, and collarbone sliding to the knot at the back of her neck.  She felt it give and the fabric slithered down her front catching on the lace of her bra. Both the dress and lace were pulled down.  The warm hands sliding along her flesh only heightened the sensations radiating from her slick center.  Thin fingers twisted and squeezed the rosy peaks of her breasts causing soft moans to escape her lips.