I’m leaned over slightly so Shyla can reach behind me. The rope crosses over my neck and torso as she ties the pieces behind my back, bracketing my wrists there and my upper arms to my body. With two fingers, Shyla makes sure that the ropes aren’t too tight, but tight enough to do their purpose. I love when she uses the rope, it makes me feel secure, I know that when she does this she is going to take care of me. I’m excited to see how Kelsey feels about it.
Kelsey watches as Shyla finishes up the last few knots and makes sure that everything is safe and secure. “Good, baby?” Shyla asks me.
“Good,” I reply, and she leans over and kisses me. Shyla easily sheaths my length with a condom and kisses me one more time before looking at Kelsey.
“I think our Omega has on far too many clothes,” Shyla says. Kelsey doesn’t even let her say anything else before she is ripping her dress over her head and shucking her bra and panties to the floor. The black lace hits the hardwood silently but causes a ripple effect of arousal throughout the room.
“We will start simple, Kelsey. See how you like it. I think you might enjoy helping me torture our Beta here.” Shyla holds the rope and drags it against Kelsey’s skin. Her flesh pebbles lightly under the touch, and I watch as she shifts her weight and the room fills with her scent. Shyla almost loses concentration but continues. “Arms up,” she says to Kelsey, who obeys beautifully. “This is a simple chest harness. I won’t be binding your arms or hands. I will let you touch Emmett, but only when I say so, understand?”
“Yes, Alpha,” Kelsey replies. A purr rumbles through Shyla’s chest and my cock weeps with need.
With Kelsey’s arms in the air, Shyla wraps the double stranded rope around her waist. Kelsey’s breath picks up and I watch as her breasts rise and fall with Shyla’s attention. Her eyes meet mine and I give her a reassuring smile. Shyla’s fingers are deft and precise as she loops the cotton material around her waist, above her breasts. She must be doing some intricate knots in the back as she takes her time.
“You’re doing so good,” I tell Kelsey, and she beams at me.
“It feels nice, not too tight, but snug. Like a reassurance,” Kelsey says. I watch Shyla smile behind her and wish that Kelsey could see how much she has pleased our Alpha. I can’t wait to touch, be touched. Anything.
While watching the slow detail that Shyla is putting in to Kelsey’s harness is erotic, it’s nearly sending me over the edge with need.
Shyla lightly tugs on the back of Kelsey’s harness, causing Kelsey to gasp and then moan. I feel my mouth open against my will as I watch them together. So fucking beautiful, perfect, and in this moment, they are both mine. I don’t mind sharing in the least. But having these two extraordinary women in front of me wanting to bring me pleasure is surreal, and I’ll take whatever I can get.
Shyla is standing behind Kelsey, her hand trailing over the ropes that stretch on top of her breasts and across her abdomen until she reaches her pussy.
“Seems my ropes have you dripping already. Go sit on our Beta’s cock.” The last line has the slightest bit of bark in it, making my cock twitch and Kelsey spring into action. Her soft hands caress my shoulders before she straddles me on the chase. Her thighs are delicately on top of mine as she lowers herself slowly on my length.
She goes to lift herself up and ride me when Shyla plants a quick hand on her shoulder. “I said sit.”
Kelsey stops moving. I’m hard and needy, and all I want to do is make her move. I could thrust my hips against her, but I know Shyla wouldn’t like that. Kelsey looks up at Shyla, confused, clearly used to just acting on impulse and not waiting for direction. I know what’s happening and I’m not surprised. When Shyla needs control in her life is when she is the most creative with her orders and edging in the bedroom.
“I think I would like to see if we can make our sweet Beta come without you moving, hmm?” she says, stroking my jaw and then Kelsey’s. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you get there,” Shyla says, kissing the side of Kelsey’s head. She strokes her ponytail before going back to one of the drawers. Leaving Kelsey and me to sit here and wait until she returns.
“I really can’t move?” Kelsey says, so only I can hear.
“If you want to come within the next couple hours, you won’t,” I tell her, half joking, half not. When Shyla is in a mood, she can leave you whimpering and begging for release.
“For real?” Kelsey asks.
“It will be worth it, I promise.”
“Can I kiss him?” Kelsey asks Shyla, who stops digging in the drawer to look up at us. She gives Kelsey a smile. Girl learns fast, asking for permission is one way to make our Alpha happy.
“You may,” she says, returning to the drawer.
Kelsey’s hands are still on my shoulders. She moves them to cup my jaw, her nails lightly scratching my five o’clock shadow. She hums as our lips meet and gasps when my cock twitches inside of her. Her skin is warm and feels like sunshine against mine. I inhale deeply at the column of her throat and moan. I think if we sat here long enough, I could come from this alone. It’s her scent, soft touches, tight pussy, and tender lips.
“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her in between kisses.
“That she is,” Shyla says as she holds up a small blue bullet the size of a battery between her fingers. “Remember, try not to move.” Shyla turns on the device and places it on Kelsey’s clit. The moment it touches her skin, her pussy clenches around me and I groan. I wish my hands were free to grip her hips, pull her hair, something. I know my patience will be rewarded, so I wait and enjoy the sensation of just being inside of this sweet Omega.
Shyla grips the back of Kelsey’s neck as she kisses her reverently. It’s a show of dominance and a tangle of tongues and soft moans. The noise of their kiss is only surpassed by the buzzing of the toy. My thigh muscles and biceps flex with irritation. I can feel Kelsey’s slick dripping down my length on to my balls, making me moan.
Kelsey’s pussy flutters around my length. It’s embarrassing, but I can’t fucking hold it anymore as I come. My head hits the back of the chaise as I spill everything I have into her. I know she was close, and I hope Shyla might let her finish with me, but apparently that isn’t the plan. I feel bad for her when Shyla takes the toy away and a sound of impatience leaves Kelsey’s throat. Even though she has to wait, I know it will be worth it as Shyla looks over at Kelsey.
“What?” Kelsey asks, her eyes pleading with Shyla, confused as to why she didn’t get to come. Or maybe she’s a little shocked at how fast I came. I know I am, but fuck, a man can only control himself so much.
“I promise, it will be worth the wait,” Shyla says. “You’ve made quite the mess of Emmett here. Perhaps you should clean him up, and I’ll consider giving you what you need?”
Kelsey licks her lips, eager over the idea, and nods her head in agreement. Shyla holds out her hand and Kelsey takes it, standing. We all look down at my crotch and Shyla pulls the condom slowly from the tip, causing my cum to drip down my cock and mix with the obscene release of Kelsey’s slick.