"She’s saying yes, Ali. So, Kitty... legs down and spread for me. Ali is going to work you until you shatter, and then, and only then, will I give you your reward."
My smile widened as I adjusted my position, resting the tip of my index finger against my lips as I watched them. Ali moved back toward me, her eyes filled with a frantic need to please.
Under the watchful gaze of Kelsey, she lowered herself, her tongue returning to me with a relentless focus. Kelsey stood over us, fisting her hand in Ali’s hair, staring down at the raw and undone expression on my face.
Another slap echoed in the room, and for a fleeting second, Ali pulled back. I looked down, seeing the silver, slimy trail of our connection stretching between us before Kelsey’s hand moved to claim Ali, her fingers working with slow, punishingly strong movements.
I was caught in the middle, my eyes darting between Kelsey’s dominance and Ali’s surrender, until the world began to dissolve once more.
Kelsey was the first to sense the shift in the room, her emerald eyes locked onto mine as Ali began to fracture. When she finally released her grip on Ali’s hair, she whispered a breathless permission for her to let go.
"Kels, I..." I started, but the words were lost as she leaned over me. She trailed her hand over my breasts before anchoring it at the nape of my neck, pressing our foreheads together. "You two are so fucking hot," she rasped. Behind her, Ali let out a final, resounding moan, her body tensing before collapsing into a state of blissful exhaustion. Kelsey helped her up, settling her gently on the corner sofa, before returning her full focus to me.
"Aren't you going to take care of me now?" I challenged, reclining against the pillows and spreading my legs in a silent invitation.
Kelsey didn't answer with words. She moved with a predatory calm, hauling me up until my legs were locked around her waist. She carried me toward the large window, pulling back the heavy curtain just enough to expose the glass to the night.
"I behaved myself," I whispered coyly, brushing my lips against the pulse point of her neck. "Can I finally come?"
She offered a slow, silent nod. "Any problem with being exposed from the waist down?"
I bit my lip, the thrill of the risk warring with my sense of caution. "What if someone sees us?"
"They’ll just think it’s the woman I walked upstairs with," she countered, her voice devoid of doubt.
She lowered me until I felt the bite of the cold glass against my skin. I arched into her, my nails digging into her back, scratching her mercilessly as the friction became unbearable. When my muscles finally contracted in that first, violent surge of release, Kelsey shifted.
When she moved down, her tongue finding my clitoris with precision. I pressed her head against me, begging for more, until I shattered completely.
"You’re such a slut, Kitty," she smiled as our eyes met in the aftermath.
"But only yours" I breathed.
The morning arrived with a tenderness that felt almost foreign after the heat of the night. We shared a hot shower, the steam rising around us as I traced the angry red marks I’d left on herback. Kelsey dismissed my concern with a kiss, insisting she didn't mind the reminders of my surrender.
But as we stepped into the main hall, the sanctuary of the bedroom evaporated. Vanessa was marching toward us, her pupils dilated with a rage so sharp it felt like a physical blow. The peace of the morning was officially dead.
"Kelsey’s phone was stolen," Vanessa announced, her voice trembling with a mixture of rage and adrenaline.
"What?" The word felt like a physical strike.
"Ask your ex-husband." She thrust her own phone toward us. The screen was filled with messages from Peter, gloating. He had the device. He was already threatening to leak every conversation, every photo, and every intimate moment Kelsey and I had ever shared.
"Holy shit..." Lisa breathed, grabbing the phone to see for herself. She let out a jagged sigh. "At least you aren't actually called 'Kitty' in these, right?"
I crossed my arms, my eyebrow arching in a cold, hard line. Lisa’s eyes widened. "Holy shit. You actually are." She signaled frantically to Sarki, who had been networking across the room. She excused herself immediately, moving to stand as a silent, protective pillar between the four of us.
"Kitty... let me handle this," Kelsey said, her thumbs flying as she scrolled through Vanessa’s messages, her CEO persona hardening into something lethal.
"No," I countered, the word cold and final. "I’m the one who’s going to handle this."
Without waiting for an argument, I turned and marched toward the exit. I heard my name being called by Kelsey’s voice, Vanessa’s protest, but I tuned them out.
The world had narrowed to a single point of focus. I reached the valet and demanded the keys to Donald’s car, my voice leaving no room for hesitation.
Kelsey came running after me, her face a mask of concern and desperation as I climbed into the driver's seat. Before she could reach the handle, I hit the locks. This wasn't a corporate negotiation or a legal maneuver. This was personal, and I was going to deal with this shit myself.
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