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When the doorbell rings, the rules are laid out in front of her, perfectly clear, and perfectly teasing. 

On her knees at all times, unless told otherwise. 

No looking away from them. 

No talking without permission. 

Victoria knew this would be hard when Claudia first suggested the idea, late at night, under the covers.

“I’ve got a friend who’d love to come over and play with you, puffin,” Claudia whispers in her ear. “She wants to have some fun with us, if you’re happy to?”

She readily agrees, of course. 

When Claudia saunters in with Carol fucking Vorderman on her arm, Victoria’s not surprised. They’re dressed fully in black leather and blood-red latex, respectively. Victoria’s mouth drops open, and her mind goes blank.

-

“I think it’s brilliant how docile you’ve made her,” Carol comments. “You’d never be able to tell from what’s shown on television.”

“Oh, all she needs is a little discipline at home,” Claudia says airily, waving her hand dismissively. 

“I think she’s a good girl, really,” Carol says, and Victoria feels her fingers run through her hair, long nails scratching against her scalp. It’s an effort to not melt into the touch. She must stay rigid, staring up at them on the sofa. Her fingers leave her hair, and rest on Claudia’s waist. Victoria has to bite her lip at that.

“See, look how hard she’s trying for us,” Carol laughs, just as Claudia did, and Victoria feels as if she might die if they continue talking over her head like she’s just a piece of furniture, a decorative vase, a bug to squash under their high heels. 

Keep looking, keep staring. Her eyes drift to Carol, savouring every inch of her. Her tight, latex dress hugs every inch of her, showing off her curves. The dress shines in the low light of the living room, and cuts off just at the tops of her thighs. 

Time passes achingly slowly, like she’s swimming through one of her mother’s treacle tarts.

Suddenly, they’re kissing, and Carol’s fingers are deep in Claudia’s hair (instead of hers) and Victoria can’t help the low moan that falls from her lips. 

They ignore her; of course they do. Their focus is wholly on each other. Carol’s free hand gently cups Claudia’s cheek, thumb slowly swiping across the bone. 

They’re teasingly, tantalisingly gentle with each other, almost cherishing the moment. The wet sound of their kisses flood the room. No other sound enters Victoria’s ears, except for the rub of leather on latex, and their heavy breaths.

“Are we forgetting anything?” Carol whispers, smirking like a cat, and Victoria’s sure she’s about to pass out. 

“If it was important, we wouldn’t have forgotten,” Claudia retorts, and her fingers tighten on the back of Carol’s neck, pulling her back down into another sensual kiss. 

Victoria wants to call out to them, but she knows her place. Besides, at least she has permission to watch, heat thrumming between her thighs. She doesn’t know what she would do if the sight of them were to be cruelly ripped away from her.

By some miracle, Victoria manages to keep her fists clenched by her sides, biting her lip to stifle any unwanted noises. Her eyes stay trained on the two women above her. 

Eventually, they separate, Claudia slowly pulling away from Carol with a soft smile. Her focus shifts back to Victoria on the floor, looking over at her appraisingly. 

“What’s your safeword, puffin?” She asks, and Victoria’s mildly surprised. She didn’t think she was coming across as if she was unsure. Unless Claudia is just checking in on her?

“Lighthouse,” Victoria says, clearly enough to make Carol grin at her.

“Good girl,” Claudia mutters, expression painted with a heartfelt tenderness, and that familiar feeling of security washes over Victoria again, as it does every time Claudia looks at her as if she’s the most precious thing in the world. 

“Come here. Hands and knees, remember.” Natural authority settles back into Claudia’s voice, and the air shifts once more. A thrum of eager anticipation shivers through her as she slowly places her palms on the soft carpet.

“She’s gorgeous,” Carol whispers under her breath, so quiet Victoria isn’t sure if she was meant to hear it. 

“Put your chin on my knees, puffin,” Claudia encourages, patting her leather-clad knees invitingly. Once her chin finds a hollow to rest, Claudia’s fingers weave through her hair, and Victoria settles into the touch. 

“I’d love to play with you even more, sweetheart.” Carol keeps smiling, even as Victoria’s mouth goes dry, and she gasps out a tiny groan. “All I need is your permission.”

Claudia’s nails on her scalp keep Victoria grounded through the sudden rush of arousal. She feels choked, her lungs completely devoid of air as she gazes up at Carol. 

Power is in Victoria’s hands; she can flex it between her fingers, almost tangible. She has control over the course the river flows, and the direction the night goes. For the first, and only, time, Victoria has power.

“I need you,” she says hoarsely, and Carol just laughs in her face as Claudia digs her nails sharply into skin.  

“Good girl.”

-

“Look at me, Victoria,” Carol coos, words soft and slick in her ear. She sits back on her heels. Victoria is sitting up in between Claudia’s legs, with her hands gently rubbing circles on Victoria’s bare shoulders. Victoria’s back is pressed up against Claudia’s chest, and Carol can hear the quiet squeak of the latex.

“What do you think of my breasts, sweetheart?” Carol asks her, tilting her head in a wholly saccharine manner as Victoria’s eyes slip down for a second. The effect on Victoria is immediate. No number of poker trophies gleaming on the mantelpiece can change the way her eyes widen into sapphires.

“I mean- gorgeous. Completely… and utterly… incredible,” Victoria manages to garble through panting breaths. She can feel sweat sticking the latex of Claudia’s tight shirt to her back.

“Good girl,” Claudia whispers in her ear, and her hands slowly slide down from her shoulders to her arms, then to rest on her hips. 

“Isn’t she beautiful?” Claudia says, but Victoria can tell it’s not her she’s talking to. Carol’s eyes drift past her, looking instead at Claudia behind her. 

“She’s gorgeous, especially when she’s quiet for us.” Carol’s eyes rove over her body, lingering on the low dip of her black shirt and the curve of her hips. In turn, it’s hard for Victoria to keep her eyes off Carol. The shiny red latex is devastatingly tight, and she’s sure she’s going to die if she doesn’t get Carol’s hand on her soon.

“She’s on her best behaviour for you. She can test my patience at times.” Claudia emphasises her words by digging her nails into soft, pale skin. Victoria bites back a gasp as scarlet marks blossom under her shirt.

“Carol, please-“ Victoria whispers weakly

“No talking,” Carol snaps, interrupting her sharply. Her words cut like a blade, leaving Victoria choked. Her wrists aren’t bound by ropes nor cuffs, but the fire in Carol’s eyes is enough to keep her still.

“Claudia and I choose what happens. Not you.”

Carol waits a few more seconds before slowly reaching down to Victoria’s hips, and where Claudia’s hands rest. Victoria supposes uncertainty is her punishment, for every move is a surprise to her. Especially when her hands pinch the waistband of her skirt, and yanks it down her legs. It gets tossed to an unknown corner of the bedroom. Barely a second passes before her underwear is also pulled off, alongside a quick kiss on the neck from Claudia.

“Do me a favour, Claudia,” Carol murmurs. “Spread her legs for me.” 

Victoria appreciates the gentle nature of the way Claudia slides her legs under hers and hooks her ankles to force her legs apart.

“That’s it,” she encourages, eyes focused on her pussy. Victoria’s sure she must be absolutely soaked, folds delicately glistening in the dim light just for Carol and Claudia. 

“God, you’re beautiful,” Carol whispers, and before Victoria has a chance to think, Carol’s mouth is on her, and her tongue gently flicks her clit. 

“Fuck…” Victoria hisses slowly through gritted teeth, head falling back on Claudia’s shoulder. Gentle lips are on her neck again, and the room spins around her. 

Carol pulls away from her clit, and leans forward to kiss Victoria again. Her lips are wonderfully soft, and she can’t help but moan into Carol’s mouth. As she does so, Claudia slides her hands under Victoria’s shirt, dragging the fabric upwards, revealing flushed skin. Hands squeeze around her breasts, and Victoria can’t help but moan again, squeezing her eyes shut. Pleasure overwhelms her senses, fire rippling through her bones. 

“Eyes open, sweetheart. I want you looking at me.” Carol’s tone is desperately casual, as if she’s asking her to hand over the jam at breakfast. 

“My pretty puffin,” Claudia murmurs, and she gently bites her teeth into Victoria’s neck. She feels as if her heart is about to burst out of her chest, panting heavily. With Claudia on her neck, and Carol slowly kissing her lips, Victoria can somehow already feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge. 

“Mistress-“ Victoria tries to mumble against Carol’s lips, but a firm hand on her shoulder makes her stop. 

“Silence, baby,” Claudia reprimands her. “Or would you like it if I gagged you? Would you like Carol to see you being punished?”

She blinks, and all trains of thought vanish from her head. Her mind is flooded with the image of Carol holding a gag (Soft, black leather. A red ball. Silver buckles.), and all she can do is groan under her breath, eyes rolling to the back of her head.

Carol pulls away from her, and sits back on her heels. Victoria stays silent a second too long, and Carol grins wolfishly at her, cocking her head to the side again. It reminds Victoria of herself at the poker table, trying to find out the puzzles inside the other players’ heads, and how their cogs click and turn and tick. 

“Yes, Mistress,” Victoria finally manages to say, and she’s rewarded with Claudia’s fingers rubbing slow circles over her nipples. The small sparks of pleasure make her groan under her breath, exhaling shakily. 

“Top drawer, over there,” Claudia says huskily, and Carol slips off the bed to retrieve the gag. Victoria’s eyes are glued to her, and her blood-red dress. Her hair hangs down to her lower back, and the curve of her ass, brushing against the smooth latex.

“Isn’t she so sexy, puffin? Aren’t you lucky she’s deigned to come and play with you?” Claudia emphasises her words with a row of kisses to her neck and shoulder. “She could have anyone she wanted, but she wanted you.” 

Carol laughs from the other side of the room, and she turns around, gag in hand. Victoria’s mouth goes dry. 

“Open your mouth, puffin,” Claudia commands, and Victoria does as she is told. It just makes so much sense to lie back against Claudia, with her hands on her chest, and lips on her neck, as Carol gently pushes the ball into her mouth. She takes a few moments to adjust to the cold material. Carol leans over her in order to hook it up at the back of her head. 

Carol’s lips brush against her forehead in a soft and affectionate kiss, lingering for a second too long to be socially appropriate. Then again, preparing to be fucked by two women, and only one being your girlfriend, goes against the rules of society anyway.

“Squeeze my arm three times, puffin,” Claudia says, and she fumbles for her, fingers eventually closing around her wrist.

“That’s your back-out, understand?” Victoria nods, and so does Carol. She lets go of Claudia, hands shaking slightly.

“Are you nervous?” 

Victoria slowly nods. 

Carol keeps looking at her, eyes running over her bare thighs, and her pussy. She slowly looks upwards, eyes on her stomach, Claudia’s gently squeezing her tits, then her face. 

She gives Victoria a look of obvious disdain (pleasure spirals out inside her, heartbeat thrumming under her skin.), and holds out her hand, the flat of her palm brushing against the inside of her thigh. Victoria’s breath hitches in her throat, but she doesn’t move. Claudia laughs in her ear.

“Rub against my hand, sweetheart. Like a fucking animal.”