The Bet "JENLISA"

13. Tow birds One Stone

third person pov.

Jennie opened her eyes when she felt an odd amount of pressure on top of her body. Her alarm had yet to sound so she knew it was still the wee hours of the morning. She blinked a few times to let her eyes adjust to the darkness of the room. The silhouette of Lisa's naked body loomed over Jennie. She understood the pressure now. It was Lisa straddled over the width of her hips. If Jennie was being honest, she forgot Lisa was there. 

"Hi, Daddy." Lisa whispered. She wasn't feeling little anymore. She was very big and very horny. She tried to leave Jennie alone, assuming she would be awake soon enough, but it wasn't happening fast enough. All Lisa could think about was the way Jennie moaned her name the last time she touched her. She wanted more. She needed to hear it again. It made Lisa feel good knowing she was the source of Jennie's pleasure.

 Jennie's sleepy eyes slid to the illuminated display on the clock. The sun would be rising soon. While she did make it a habit of waking up early every morning, Jennie did not like for her sleep to be interrupted without emergency. It made her pretty cranky.

 "Love?" Jennie's raspy voice croaked. 

"Yes?" Lisa answered enthusiastically. She was happy Jennie was awake now. Now she could make her moan and come again. 

"Daddy does not like her sleep to be interrupted unless it's an emergency." Jennie informed her. She was trying to be nice about it since it was new and this was her first infringement. This was Jennie giving Lisa a chance to recant and lie back down. 

Lisa secretly liked the edge in Jennie's voice. She smiled, covered by the darkness of the room and leaned down to be closer to Jennie's ear. "It is an emergency, Daddy."

 Jennie seriously doubted the legitimacy of the emergency Lisa spoke of. She could already tell where this was going by the thick seduction in her voice. Jennie shifted under the weight of Lisa's body (not that Lisa was heavy at all) and sighed her dismay. 

"What'swrong?" She asked playing along with Lisa's antics as it was clear she was not going backto sleep now. 

"I woke up sooo wet and I couldn't get your moan out of my head." Lisa divulged. She was now slowly rolling her hips back and forth against Jennie's, waiting for permission to touch her Domme. 

Jennie curiously raised an eyebrow, silently questioning Lisa's intentions. She wasn't amused still. If there were things that Jennie did not joke around with, her sleep was one of them. She didn't sleep very much or very long. So when she did sleep, it was important that it be peaceful. 

"That doesn't sound like an emergency, love. Now you can let me go back to sleep or you can keep it up." 

Lisa looked down at Jennie and felt the lust creep through her body. She was such a beautiful woman. Yes, even when she was just barely awake. Lisa  was amazed that after knowing Jennie for all this time, it was only now that she realized how truly radiant she was. 

Her eyes were shaped like cats and the specks of brown in the white pools shone like gold in the light. Her lips possessed the most perfectly shaped Cupid's bow Lisa had ever seen. Don't even get Lisa started on Jennie's curves and the way her walk could put anyone in a trance if they looked long enough.

"If you knew how badly I wanted to touch you, I think you'd see this as the emergency it was." Lisa countered. She knew she was playing with fire, but it didn't deter her. She wanted what she wanted. What was she supposed to do? 

Without another word Jennie reached over and opened the drawer of the nightstand closest to her side of the bed. Lisa looked on in intense curiosity. A pair of shiny metal cuffed angled from Jennie's fingers. "Hands on the headboard." 

She ordered. Lisa chewed the inside of her lip. Apparently her plan had backfired. She hesitantly placed her hands against the metal railing of the bed. Jennie reached up and strung the chain of the handcuffs over the headboard and locked Lisa into place. For good measure, Lisa gave the cuffs a few quick yanks to test their integrity. They didn't budge. 

"Rise up and rest on your knees." Jennie instructed. Lisa didn't understand where this was going but she did as she was told. A still sleepy but devilish grin played on the lips of Jennie as she reached through the small gap between her body and Lisa's. She slid her own panties down just a little and began to stroke herself. 

Lisa couldn't see what Jennie was doing with her hand but she saw how shallow Jennie's breaths we're becoming and the faces of ecstasy she was making. It clicked and Lisa whined in an overwhelming amount of displeasure. She wanted to touch Jennie. She wanted to be the reason she moaned. She wanted to hear her name fall from Jennie's thick dark pink lips. This wasn't fair. This was torture. 

"Daddy," Lisa groaned, "please." 

No matter how she turned she couldn't see past her own body to even watch the show. She could hear the sound of Jennie's fingers swishing through her rivers of pleasure and she could feel her body squirming beneath her but that wasn't enough to satiate her desires. She needed to feel the mess Jennie was making under her.

 "Only good girls get to touch and please Daddy." Jennie said nearly drowning in selfsatisfaction.

 "Just... please." Lisa pulled at the cuffs again to no avail. Having to beg was sending her wetness levels through the roof. Even lying on her back, Jennie still dominated the scene and Lisa loved it. "I'll be your good girl, Daddy. I swear."

 "Aw. I know you will, love" Jennie said condescendingly. She moaned and cursed as she brought herself closer and closer to climax. If she had to be awake before she wanted to be, she at least deserved an orgasm. She also had to teach Lisa  a lesson in letting her sleep. This seemed to answer both needs. She opened her eyes to see Lisa looking down at her. The sight of Lisa cuffed to the bed watching her want what she couldn't have sent Jennie over the edge. She loved feeling wanted and the look in Lisa  eyes more than satisfied that longing. Not to mention the spreading wet spot Lisa was leaving on Jennie's tank top. 

Jennie came hard and moaned even louder as she released. Lisa had never felt such heavy lust in her life. She felt deranged and angry. Angry with herself and she was sad too. She didn't understand the array of emotions that were flooding her senses. She was embarrassed that she had to be punished and that she made such a mess on Jennie when she wasn't even the one who was being touched. 

"Next time, will you let Daddy sleep?" Jennie asked as she savored the post orgasm bliss.

 "Yes." Lisa said pouting. Now that the sexual fog had cleared she realized how hard she had been pulling at the cuffs. Certainly she would have the bruises to prove it. It didn't take much to mark her sensitive skin. 

"Yes... who?" Jennie asked, tongue in cheek. 

"Yes, Daddy." Lisa replied. 

Jennie saw the light leaking in from outside, noting that the sun was rising. She let out a satisfied hum as she unlocked Lisa from the bed. "Well, love, we might as well start our day."