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If she leans back, and closes her eyes, Claudia feels as if she’s floating, suspended, somewhere in between here and the future. It feels eternal, nostalgic, and powerful all at once. Her head settles on the soft pillow beneath her, and Lee’s palm gently falls onto her shoulder with a sense of reverence in his touch. Claudia knows whose touch is who’s; she knows the lips that caress her skin, and the fingers that roam her body.
Words die on her tongue. Claudia doesn’t need to say anything; they understand already. David leans down to kiss her, his beard a light tickle against her skin. Light flickers behind her eyelids as his lips move to slowly kiss her jaw, then her neck. The hair on his chest brushes against her arm, and something stirs deep within her. Claudia doesn't need to force her eyes shut, for they can stay there perfectly fine, perfectly still. A burst of love pumps from her subtle heartbeat, and it’s a struggle to not reach out and run a hand through David’s hair, no doubt already messy and beautifully ruffled.
Lee’s hand, once still, suddenly moves, sliding down her forearm to hold her hand in his. He kisses it, and then lets her hand rest once again on the cool sheets of their bed.
A small groan escapes her lips. Claudia’s shoulders further relax into the bed. A softer pair of lips this time grace the skin of her hip, just on the bone. Claudia feels Victoria’s hand gently smooth over where her lips just touched, and another moan sounds through the room, floating through like candlelight.
Claudia feels David and Lee laying on either side of her, both now focused on her neck and collarbone. Lee’s hand rests momentarily on her stomach, then slowly slides up to squeeze her right breast. David then copies that movement. His palms are slighter smaller, but the skin is rougher than Lee’s, and Claudia’s breath catches in her chest when Lee pinches her nipple.
A blindfold isn’t necessary. Part of the joy of this is that she is choosing to give up control to those who have none. It’s not being forced onto her, caging her and snapping her wings. She can float, like an albatross soaring high above the turbulent waves. Nothing can hurt her here, not when Victoria’s lips are dangerously close to her clit, fingers tantalisingly teasing her.
“God…” The word is more of a breath than anything else, and something hard slowly begins to press into Claudia’s left hip. A smirk begins to play about her lips, and her turns her head to David, eyes still shut.
“Kiss me,” Claudia whispers. She barely has to finish before David’s lips are on hers again. He tastes familiar, like returning home to a roaring fire, and she softly moans into his mouth. She slowly brushes her hand over his trousers, where his cock is hard and firm against the fabric. Claudia doesn’t put too much pressure against him, and David knows well enough to not try to rut against her hand.
Lee’s kisses on her collarbone and neck quicken, and he takes her nipple, and rolls it firmly in between his fingers. Little sparks of pleasure soak into Claudia’s bloodstream.
“Lie back, this is about you.” Victoria sounds like she’s out of breath, and her slightly gravelly timbre makes Claudia smirk. She slowly pulls away from David, teeth lingering on his bottom lip. David and Victoria satisfyingly moan in sync.
Claudia recognises Victoria’s obvious arousal in her voice, and she appreciates how she’s putting Claudia’s pleasure before her own. As she should.
“Little puffin, it’s always about me,” Claudia murmurs. For a brief moment, she contemplates opening her eyes to see Victoria’s blown out pupils staring up at her from between her legs, then rules against it. She feels far too light to let something as trivial as vision ruin this glorious moment for her.
Once again, the thrill of the occasion sends a shiver down her spine, and her hips gently rock against where Victoria’s fingers are dancing perilously close to her clit. Despite everything, Claudia’s still in charge. She’s still their Mistress, even if she’s not doing anything. All three are doing this to please her, and worship her.
That’s what Claudia loves so much about their dynamic. It’s not always about having to take whips and belts and floggers to their skin to make them obey, making blood run and tears flow, rather than they let her whip and belt and flog them because they love her, and it. The pain, the dynamic, the power (or, loss of); it all entwines in their souls to fill them with incredulous pleasure.
At last, Victoria’s lips brush against her clit in a gentle kiss, and Claudia gasps, arching her back. Almost immediately, Lee’s nails dig into her chest, pushing her back down.
“Calm down,” David murmurs, voice rumbling through her body. “We’ve got you.”
“Oh god…” Claudia can hardly speak. She truly feels as if she’s floating. Pleasure fills her system, every nerve is set alight in a beautiful, calming fizz. It’s not overwhelming, she’s not screaming as Victoria’s tongue brushes against her with an unerring touch. She’s unable to vocalise anything, breath catching in her throat. Lee takes this opportunity to kiss the hollow of her throat.
Claudia knows she won’t last long like this, not with Victoria between her legs, and David and Lee together on either side, kissing and pinching and teasing. She’s at peace with that. This was never supposed to be dragged out. She cherishes these moments when she can lie down, and bear the weight of their love when they kiss and touch her.
Another brush of Victoria’s tongue, and Claudia shudders.
“I love you,” Claudia whispers softly.
None of them say anything back, but Claudia can feel their response. She feels David’s hand gently cup her cheek, and Lee kisses her head.
Waves lap at Claudia’s feet, threatening to drown her in this feeling. She lets herself be pulled under, and pleasure washes over her, drenching her in golden light.
Holy fire rips through her, and, all at once, she feels the force and gravity of their touch. A single cry sounds from her mouth, and she falls back, splintered and shattered, into the sheets.