Their Tale

Fire on fire

It's hours through the day, and after my session and some shopping for clothing, I would prefer to dance. Once back in the hotel, the sound of chatter from the bedroom has me rushing in with hast. When I walk in, I find Celeste in Angels' arms, just below her waist. I go on behind Celeste, leaving a kiss on her neck and one on Angel's lips when he lowers to me, "Good day at the academy I am guessing?" Angel asks, acknowledging my attitude.

Letting them go, they follow along before turning towards me, "It was amazing. I was my instructor's favourite pick of my group, it didn't make her critics any sweeter but I belong there." Light-filled happiness comes over Celeste, rushing to me, her hands bringing me in by the waist before she brings me in with a kiss. Angel walks closer to us, wrapping his hands around us when we let go, my lips finding his moment they are free of Celeste.

"A doubt was never in mind; I am so proud of you. And you should be too." Gentle and kind words followed by his kiss on my forehead, "How about we go out and celebrate this? You still up for a little more dancing?" Celeste seems to answer for me with a jump of excitement. I bring my hand over to brush loose strands from his face, while we watch Celeste shortlist the outfit she would want to wear, "You both better keep up!"

The sound of the music blasting over us took over the thrill that cursed over us as Celeste and I took over the dance floor. I had grown accustomed to not drinking, considering the sobriety they had taken since leaving rehab, but feeling the heat of a lustful body against me left little regard for liquor. Angel had chosen to sit back, letting the sight of us fill his night in the space reserved to keep us in sight.

The crowd blurs in the blue and red lights when Celeste turns to me, a lust-drunk haze highlighting the haze that told me to prepare. Her hands skimmed and slid across my bare skin as my tight-fit, backless, Marlo dress stuck to my body. I can see Angel look at me with eyes hungry when I feel the heathen in my arms trail her lips across my neck, "I can feel him burning into me."

Her smirk is hidden in my neck, but her hands continue teasing when she lifts her leg. My hand slides across her soft melanin skin while her heel tip digs into my lower thigh. I find my hand resting on her exposed thigh, her dress rising further up until her ass is in my hand, pushing her closer to me, "You are playing with fire baby."

Finding her footing, she turns us until she faces the direction of the man who had discarded every other body in the building. Celeste leaves kisses on my exposed skin until she reaches my ear. The breath across my lob, she ran her tongue over it before pulling it with a tease, "When has a little pain made us cower." She whispers while her body follows mine in the beat of the song.

She knows what happens when we tease Master, she loves it when we do too, "Why?" Already aware of the answer, I still need to hear it from her. Her hands are lost in my hair when she brings me closer to her lips. Bringing my bottom lip between her teeth, Celeste kisses me hard, the need for her darker desires pouring through, "Because, I want to cum between you both. Play with me, please."

Fuck. I don't know when Celeste had picked up that I would fall into her ploys whenever she wanted to play, but she had begun using it like a viper's venom. The shimmer of the silver dress left little to the imagination or interruption when my hands brushed the skin just below its hem. When she is at the distance that leaves us lost in each other's gaze, her focus flutters at the feeling of my fingers skimming over the warmth from the centre of her legs.

Our game is cut short when I see a dark figure begin to tower over Celeste. He stands behind Celeste, her body brought closer into my hand. With an amused yet sinister tone, he speaks loud enough for us to hear him over the music, "Both of you, asses in the car before I turn them red right here."