I feel the bed dip making me move closer to Celeste, leaving me in the centre of the bed. That's when I feel a gentle touch by rough hands glides along my arms. Master, I know his hands when they touch me. They leave chills no other person has ever given me in their touch. My eyes were still closed in sleep while my arms were still around Celeste's waist as I lay on her chest. His hands brush my skin, lining patterns on my hip, making me shift from the feeling. That's when I feel the contact between me and his semi-hard-on my ass. Master lets his hand caress me with serine motions to brush my exposed collar. I shift towards the contact when I find myself rubbing against Celeste's breast while exposing my skin to his touch.He continues his tease, making me hold Celeste as I run my head up and down her chest from the movements of my body. Her hand brushes my hair as she feels the friction between us. His hands are soft and purposeful in his care of me. My nipple slip between his finge

I am busy adding a few books to the shelf when Tori comes to me and wastes no time expressing her curiosity, "What are you up to girly?" Looking at her confused, I stop packing and give her all my attention, "What are you talking about?" She scoffs and gestures to my outfit, "I know none of the jobs you got, here or anywhere else, is having you afford five-thousand-dollar shoes and the grey SUV with a driver that drops you off. What are you doing, and should I be worried?"Fuck sake, he bought me five-thousand-dollar shoes. In the whirlwind that came with the last few days, my focus had been on extravagances greater than shoes. Blissful or ignorant?Knowing there is no lying about the expensive facts she has on me, I hold her hand and lead her to the reading table at the corner of the shop, making her sit down. She looked so worried. The last thing I wanted to make her feel, she needed to know the truth. Maybe not all of it, but enough of it, "A few weeks ago, I met a man at the club.

The sound of ringing wakes me from the deep sleep I had been taken. Woken up, I realize that it is my phone on the stand, so I make a soft exit of my body from the bed. Fighting the stinging of my ass, I carefully climb over Celeste. When I can grab it before its next vibration, I answer the call in a hushed tone, "Tori?" I speak, looking behind me to see my lovers in their state of slumber. The chill of the thin cover over my body made me hold my body."Hey Evita, sorry to be calling so early, but I wanted to let you know we will be closed for a few days. Three at most, so don't worry." I am shocked because Tori never closes the shop. It's then I notice how down she sounds. The lost joy in her voice, "Okay, is everything okay?" I asked, worried about what could have led her to this, "I just have some family drama I need to sort out. Consider this an extended weekend." She is lying or, at most, sugarcoating. I can hear it in her voice, but it is her words and her life, so I give what

Laughter and love. Could anything more be a reason to live? Celeste’s joy bounces against tiled walls and over the sound of sizzling oils and busy machines, "I'm just saying, you move too much to sit for me." Trapping her body between the counter my eyes run over her full cheeks and doe eyes, settling on lips chapped by conversation and breathlessness, "I am a grown woman, I can sit still you know. Plus, you can put me in any position you want." Her composure shifts as her body shuffled between my cage. Her focus runs from my fallen gaze to my lips when she runs her tongue over her own, "You defiantly won’t sit still then." Fire, she teased it with a flutter of her lashes and the gloss of her smile over the carnage she could create. For the first time, I imagined it and tasted it. Her submission as she was brought down to her knees by her own actions, "I wonder..." My hands, once gripping the marble of the island, hold her under their touch, the feeling of her shuffles and tension as

He is just as attentive in his touch of us as we wash off his day, and Celeste follows under the warmth and attention of those who cherish her. The discovery of her ticklish side fills the space with her giggle. When we turn to Master he is stepping closer to us, the daunting sight welcomed when we don’t move. His fingers run across the collar of our necks when the soft touch becomes heavy.With a gentle push, we are moved, having our backs against the cold tiled wall. He stares us both down from his height with nostalgia, "I have spent days missing how you both feel." Stepping closer, he grips a little tighter, but not as hard as he would have had we not been in the shower "How you sound, and taste. Be good and hold my shoulders." His words directed to us both, so I brought my arm to his should, running against Celeste’s. His hold on our necks begins to descend, tracing my body before he runs his tub over my exposed nipple, the shower had left them stiff, and so when he brings his