My Master Wanted to See How Far We’d Go

The air in the room had grown thick, almost solid, charged with a silence that stretched between the three of us like a rope about to snap. My Master watched us from the armchair, legs crossed and fingers interlaced over one knee, in that pose of his that said everything without a single word being spoken.

I knew there was something more he wanted from us. Something we still hadn’t shown him. And I was willing to give it to him, as always.

Vera was kneeling in front of me on the rug, back straight and chin just slightly lowered. Our breathing had fallen into the same rhythm without either of us deciding it, as if an invisible thread bound us through the center of the chest. I could feel the cotton against my skin, and this time the sensation was different, more intimate, because the garment I was wearing had belonged to her minutes before.

Everything I touch tonight belongs to someone other than me.

The warmth of the fabric reminded me every second where we were and who we were there for. The warm dampness she had left behind when she offered it to me was still there, against my cunt, reminding me that in this room nothing was only mine. Not even my body. I could feel my own fluids mixing with hers in the fabric, a small hot pool clinging to my lips and making me squeeze my thighs together every time I breathed.

My Master rose from the armchair unhurriedly. He walked around us with measured, slow steps, like someone assessing every detail of something he had built patiently. The parquet creaked beneath his feet and each creak tightened my stomach a little more. He stopped right behind Vera. He placed his hands on her shoulders, gentle but firm, and I saw her tense and relax at the same time, as if those two hands were the only answer her body needed.

—I want you to take this one step further —he said, in a low tone that filled every corner of the space between us—. Show me how far you’re willing to go for me.

My pulse beat in my temples and much farther down, at the center of myself, in that swollen place already begging to be touched. It wasn’t fear. Long ago I had stopped confusing that tension with fear. It was pure anticipation, that vertigo of knowing I was going to obey before I even knew what he would ask of me.

***

I had arrived at his house that afternoon not knowing Vera would be there too. I never knew what I’d find when I crossed his threshold, and that uncertainty was part of the game. Sometimes it was an order waiting for me in a note. Sometimes it was silence and a full hour on my knees. That afternoon it was her.

We had only seen each other twice before, always under his gaze, always measuring each other like two animals that share a master and have not yet decided whether they are rivals or allies. That night we had stopped measuring. Somewhere between the first touch and that instant, we had become one piece in service of the same will.

—Closer —He ordered, his voice very low, almost a murmur.

We moved closer. I slid my fingers to the edge of my panties, which were really Vera’s, and began to pull them down slowly. The fabric slid over my thighs, over my knees, until I held it in my hand, still warm, soft, steeped in the heat of the skin it had covered a little earlier. It was soaked through, a dark oval right in the center where my cunt had been dripping without permission throughout the scene.

Vera did the same, without needing to be told. Her movements were as precise as mine, almost a reflection. When we both held the other’s garment in our hands, I knew we had crossed into a deeper territory of that game of control and desire I no longer wanted to leave. Hers were wet too, shining with thick slick, and the smell that rose when I brought them closer made my jaw clench.

—Closer —He said—. Don’t be ashamed. Shame is mine, not yours.

I felt Vera’s gaze fixed on me as she raised her hand and offered me the panties that had been mine. She did it slowly, with an elegance that made every second seem stretched to the impossible. The fabric hovered in front of my mouth, and I could feel the warmth of her breath over my lips when she held out that small trophy of what we were sharing.

—Lick them —my Master whispered, forceful but with not a grain of roughness—. Slowly. I want to see it. I want to hear you suck your own slick from the fabric.

His words slid into me and lodged themselves somewhere below my navel. I understood that this act, far from being only physical, was proof of something that had been weaving itself between the three of us beneath his watchful gaze. I looked Vera in the eyes. Hers were bright, pupils blown wide, breathing ragged. Without breaking eye contact, she lifted the fabric to my mouth.

The cotton brushed my lips. I stuck out my tongue slowly and let it travel over the garment with measured delicacy, feeling how that slowness increased the tension until it became unbearable. I sucked at the wettest spot, the one where my cunt had left the darkest stain, and the salty, thick taste filled my mouth. I closed my eyes for a second, swallowed, and went back to licking, this time with my whole tongue, flattening it against the fabric to draw out the very last drop. Vera held the panties with a mixture of trembling and steadiness. Her fingers shook, but she did not pull her hand away.

—You’re beautiful when you give yourself over —she murmured, her voice so low only I could hear it—. I love seeing you like this, tongue out, sucking your own juice in front of Him. Keep going.

Her whisper was like a warm breath at the nape of my neck, a caress that intensified everything happening between us. My tongue moved over the fabric, soaking up each brush, each second, while her words echoed inside me. I felt a thread of saliva mixed with my own slick run down my chin and I didn’t bother wiping it away. The whole world had shrunk to that small space between us, where the only sounds were our heavy breathing and the soft slide of wet fabric beneath my mouth.

***

I could feel how my body was responding to all of it. The heat rising from my groin, the prickled skin, the sharp awareness of every inch of me. My nipples were so hard they rubbed painfully against the inside of my T-shirt, and between my thighs I could already feel a warm trail running down toward my knees. And I knew Vera was feeling exactly the same, because her hand trembled, her chest rose and fell faster with every passing second, and I could see two dark patches forming over the thin fabric that barely covered her breasts.

After a few seconds that felt like hours, we switched roles. This time I was the one holding her panties and offering them to her, with the same care she had shown before. Vera parted her lips, let the fabric brush them, and began licking it with the same slowness I had shown her. She sucked at the wettest part, closed her eyes, and whimpered very softly when the taste filled her mouth. Our eyes never left each other. Every second seemed to deepen something I no longer knew how to name.

It was surrender. Not only to each other, but to Him, who watched us with that calculated calm that always managed to bring me to the edge of the abyss without even touching me. I leaned toward Vera and, imitating the softness of her voice, whispered in her ear:

—Keep going. Suck it well. Do it for Him. Do it for us.

I felt her lips move more decisively over the fabric, how she took it all into her mouth, how her tongue worked it from the inside out. And the simple fact of seeing her like that, focused on what I asked of her, chin shining and lips swollen, made me shiver from head to toe. It was an intimate moment, shared between the two of us, but always pierced by the presence of our Master, who directed every gesture without needing to put a hand on either of us.

—You’re doing well —He murmured, breaking the silence—. Both of you. Look how obedient you can be when I suggest it. Now throw those rags away and I want to see you naked. All of it off.

His words were the spark that ignited the air around us. We let the panties fall to the floor and undressed without rushing, crossing our arms over our chests to pull off our shirts, ending up on our knees in front of Him completely naked. The cold air struck my already hard nipples and I felt my own thigh sticking to the other with dampness. Vera had smaller breasts than mine, dark erect nipples, and between her legs I could see the glossy sheen of her shaved cunt.

—Look at each other properly —He said, sitting back in the armchair, loosening his belt with calm—. Vera, touch her. Start with the nipples.

Vera’s hand came slowly and covered one breast. Her fingers, still warm from holding the fabric, pinched my nipple with a precision that drew a gasp from me. She rolled the other between thumb and forefinger, squeezing to the exact point just before pain. I closed my eyes and arched my back toward her hand, offering more, and she understood and squeezed harder.

—Now the cunt —He ordered, and his voice sounded a shade rougher—. With two fingers. And you, watch her while she does it.

I lowered my gaze and watched Vera’s hand crawl over my belly, slide between my thighs that opened on their own to let her through. Her fingers parted my cunt lips and found my clit on the first try. She started rubbing it in slow circles with the pad of her middle finger, while staring me hard in the face so she wouldn’t miss a single reaction. I moaned, long and unable to hold it back, and she barely smiled.

—Put them in —He said—. Two. Slowly.

Vera obeyed. Her two fingers slid into my cunt all the way in with a single thrust because there was no resistance at all, I was absurdly wet. She started fucking me with her hand, in and out with a slow rhythm, twisting her wrist to touch me inside where she knew it hurt with pleasure. Each thrust drew a new sound from my throat.

—Now you, do the same to her —He told me, never taking his eyes off us.

I reached out and found her cunt already dripping. I drove two fingers into her just as she had driven them into me and she let out a sharp gasp, gripping my shoulder with her free hand. We stayed like that, kneeling face to face, fucking each other with our fingers, our breasts brushing every time we moved, mouths open searching for air. The wet slapping of our fingers going in and out filled the room and was the most obscene sound I had ever heard.

—Kiss —He ordered—. With tongue. Like you want to devour each other.

We went for each other’s mouths without hesitation. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and mine into hers, and we kissed hungrily, without technique, biting lips, sucking at each other’s saliva. I could taste the remnants of my own slick on her tongue, mixed with hers, and that thought made me squeeze my fingers inside her. Vera moaned into my mouth and squeezed back with her own, brushing a spot inside me that made my whole body tremble.

—On the floor —He said, and his voice had changed now, thicker, more present—. You, on your back. Vera, eat her cunt. And I want to see her licking you at the same time.

I lay down on the rug without taking my eyes off him, heart pounding. Vera positioned herself over me the other way, sixty-nine, and I felt her thighs open on either side of my face at the same time her hot tongue landed flat over my open lips. I moaned against her cunt and grabbed her hips to pull her all the way down onto my mouth. Her taste was thick, sharp, delicious. I sucked hard, stuck out my whole tongue, pushed it into her as far as I could, while up above she did the same to me with a technique that was driving me insane.

She sucked my clit with her lips, let it go, licked it in circles, plunged her tongue inside me and drew it out dripping. I did the same to her, copying every movement a second later, learning what she liked from the way her body tightened over mine. Her hips began rocking over my face, pressing my mouth harder against her cunt, and I let her fuck my tongue without pulling away.

—Beautiful —He said, now very close, standing beside us—. Two sluts devouring each other for me. Don’t stop until you come. Both of you. And I want to hear it.

His words were all I needed. I doubled the pace, sucked Vera’s clit with my lips closed around it, tugging at it, while I pushed two fingers inside her and then three, thrusting hard. She answered by finger-fucking me too while still licking me, and I felt my body begin climbing the ladder toward climax with a speed I couldn’t slow.

Vera came first. Her whole body convulsed over mine, her thighs clamping my face hard, and I felt her cunt clenching rhythmically over my tongue as a warm gush flooded my mouth and chin. I screamed against her and that scream, added to the vibration of my tongue on her clit, made her come a second time almost on top of the first. Her moan was long, broken, animal.

I followed seconds later. The orgasm rose from my feet like a filthy wave and tore a howl from my throat against her cunt. My whole body arched, my legs closed over Vera’s head, and I felt myself coming in spurts over her tongue, soaking her face. She didn’t stop licking until I pushed her away with my hands because I couldn’t bear the friction anymore.

We were left both panting, pressed together, soaked, our cunts still throbbing. Vera rolled to one side and let herself fall onto her back beside me, chin shining with my fluids, smiling with her eyes closed. I had her taste all over my mouth and down my throat.

***

He stepped forward and crouched down until he was at our level. His face was a handspan from mine. I could smell his cologne, mixed with the warm scent of the room, of sex, of sweat and of both our cunts, of everything we had shared that night.

—Do you know why I have you here? —he asked, and he didn’t wait for an answer—. Because both of you know where you belong. And you like being there, with your mouths wet and your legs open.

He wasn’t lying. And the worst, or the best, part was that saying it out loud didn’t make me ashamed. It gave me a strange calm, the calm of someone finally done pretending. I lowered my gaze, as I knew he liked, and felt Vera do the same beside me. Two bowed heads at once, like a little choreography he was directing without a score.

—Back on your knees —he ordered—. Both of you. And I want you to look at each other. Just that, for now. I want to see what happens between you when you think I’m not watching.

But he was always watching. That was the trap and the gift. We sat up and knelt again, still naked, still gleaming everywhere. I turned my head toward Vera. She was already watching me. We stayed like that, face to face, on our knees, not touching, with that tension vibrating between us like a high-voltage cable. Her hand moved first, slowly, and brushed mine with the tips of her fingers. It was only the faintest contact, but it ran through me completely and sent the heat back to my belly, as if the orgasm hadn’t been enough and another was waiting to be claimed.

—That’s it —He said behind us—. Don’t rush. Well-made desire is never in a hurry.

We obeyed, as always. We let the moment stretch, let every touch matter, let the waiting drive us mad. I felt my heart in my throat and a dull pounding between my legs that no longer let me think clearly. Vera laced her fingers through mine and squeezed, and in that squeeze there was a question and an answer at the same time.

We’re in this together. Whatever happens, we both belong to him.

***

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, He let us stop. We both stayed still, still kneeling, our hands linked, like silent witnesses to what we had just shared. Breathing was hard. Our skin burned. And yet neither of us moved until He allowed it.

My Master came closer with his evaluative gaze, the one that always seemed to search for flaws and that night, for once, found none. His fingers brushed softly over my cheek, still sticky, and then Vera’s, like someone acknowledging a job well done.

—You’ve proven your worth tonight —he said, with his usual authority, not raising his voice even a fraction—. Both of you. And I want one thing to be very clear.

He paused for a long, deliberate beat while looking from one to the other of us, enjoying the silence he himself had created. I wasn’t breathing. Vera wasn’t either.

—This is only the beginning —he added.

And hearing that, instead of feeling uneasy, I felt something like happiness. Because I knew it was true. Because I knew I would cross that doorway again without knowing what I would find behind it. And because, no matter how much I told myself otherwise when I left there, there was no other place in the world I would rather be.