Day 13: Strap-Ons/DP/Threesomes/Jealous Sex

Day 13: Strap-Ons/DP/Threesomes/Jealous Sex

Ava had always been a little too impulsive for her own good, but tonight? Tonight she was testing the waters of her own recklessness. What had started as a laid-back dinner party—a few friends, some industry faces—turned into something else entirely the second Lucille Winters strutted through the door. Lucille had that kind of presence, the kind that could make a whole room feel small just by walking into it. Powerful. Beautiful. And the kind of charm that came with being able to make people bend to her will without even breaking a sweat. Ava had heard enough stories to know Lucille wasn't just some casual acquaintance. No, Lucille was different. She was one of those people who got under Deborah's skin—and Ava kind of loved watching it.

Deborah kept her distance all night, her eyes narrowing every time Lucille even looked in Ava's direction. She didn't say anything, but Ava could feel it—the slow burn of jealousy simmering beneath the surface. Deborah's fingers drummed against the side of her wine glass every time Lucille made one of her perfectly timed, smug comments, the kind that could sound innocent enough on the surface but were full of barbs. And Lucille? She just had a way of owning a room, her presence just as intoxicating as Deborah's. They were alike in that way—two people used to being in charge, both vying for attention and control, even when they acted like they didn't care.

It didn't take long for Ava to make up her mind. She wanted to push that tension, to see what would happen if she stoked the flames just a little bit. Lucille had been flirting all night—not too obvious, but just enough to make Ava's pulse quicken. It started small, almost like a game. But Ava, ever the risk-taker, decided she'd see how far she could take it. She wanted to light a fire under Deborah, to see what would happen if she played with the edge.

Deborah was busy in the kitchen, talking to some guest, when Ava made her move. She caught Lucille's eye from across the room and, with a small, knowing grin, beckoned her over. Lucille raised an eyebrow, intrigued, and began making her way toward Ava, wine glass in hand, and that all-too-familiar look of someone who knows they're about to cause trouble.

"You seem bold tonight," Lucille murmured when she was close enough, her voice low as she moved in, just enough for their shoulders to brush. "I thought you'd be glued to Deborah's side."

Ava smirked, feeling the thrill of pushing boundaries. "Maybe I'm in the mood for something... different tonight," she said, her heart picking up speed as the words left her lips.

Lucille's eyes gleamed, the corners of her mouth turning up in a wicked smile. "Different, huh? And does Deborah know about this... change of heart?"

Ava shrugged, feeling a little reckless. "She will."

But before Lucille could respond, Ava heard Deborah's voice cut through the room like a sharp blade, full of suspicion and edged with jealousy. "What's going on here?"

Ava turned, feeling the weight of Deborah's gaze land on her like a physical thing. It was possessive and heavy, and Ava felt a thrill run up her spine. "Just talking," she replied lightly, even though the teasing smile she sent Lucille's way made it clear there was more to it than that.

Deborah's eyes flicked between Ava and Lucille, the tension between the three of them hanging in the air like electricity. "Just talking?" Deborah repeated, her voice low and full of suspicion. "Is that what we're calling it now?"

Lucille chuckled, clearly loving how the dynamic had shifted. "Don't be jealous, darling," she said, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. "Ava's just... exploring her options."

Deborah's jaw tightened, and Ava could see the fire building behind her eyes. "She doesn't have options," Deborah said, her voice low, dangerous, and full of promise. "She's mine."

Ava's heart raced, her body buzzing with the heat building between the three of them. This is what she wanted, wasn't it? She wanted to see how far she could push, how much tension she could build before it all snapped. But now, with both Deborah and Lucille staring her down like predators eyeing their prey, Ava wasn't sure if she'd gone too far or if she was right where she wanted to be.

Deborah's gaze darkened, the jealousy rolling off her in waves. "Is this what you want?" she asked, her voice sharp and her eyes locked on Ava. "You want to play with her?"

Ava swallowed hard, her body buzzing with a mix of fear and excitement. "I want both of you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

For a long moment, no one moved. The tension was so thick it felt like time had slowed down, like they were all waiting for someone to make the first move. Then, without warning, Deborah grabbed Ava's wrist, pulling her close. "You think you can handle us?" she muttered, her lips brushing Ava's ear, her voice full of challenge.

Ava's breath caught in her throat, her pulse hammering as Deborah's fingers tightened around her wrist. She could feel Lucille watching them, waiting. "I can handle it," Ava whispered, though her voice trembled with both fear and anticipation.

Lucille smirked, clearly enjoying the way things were escalating. "Well," she purred, her voice silky and teasing, "this should be fun."

The three of them ended up in Deborah's bedroom. The air was thick with anticipation, every breath filled with the weight of what was about to happen. Deborah was still bristling with jealousy, her eyes flicking to Lucille with barely concealed irritation, but there was no going back now. Ava had set the wheels in motion, and the tension was too high to stop.

Deborah pushed Ava onto the bed, rougher than she usually was, her hands practically tearing at Ava's clothes. There was no tenderness in her touch, just raw possessiveness. Ava's breath hitched as she felt the urgency in Deborah's hands, her body responding to the jealousy that rolled off her in waves.

"You think you can just flirt with her and get away with it?" Deborah growled, her voice thick with possessiveness. "You think you can play games with me?"

Ava whimpered, her body lighting up at the roughness in Deborah's tone, but even as her head swam, her eyes darted to Lucille. Lucille was watching them with a smile that was all predatory amusement, clearly relishing the jealousy-fueled scene unfolding in front of her.

Ava's voice trembled, her words shaky as she spoke. "I want both of you," she whispered, her desire undeniable.

Deborah's jaw clenched at Ava's admission, her grip tightening on Ava's hips. But before she could say anything, Lucille stepped in, sliding onto the bed with the kind of grace that came naturally to her. Lucille's hand trailed down Ava's thigh, her touch light and teasing. "You heard her," Lucille said, her voice low and sultry. "She wants us both."

Deborah shot Lucille a hard glare, the heat between them palpable. But Ava had pushed them to this moment, and there was no turning back. The room was charged with desire, jealousy, and something that felt like a challenge—none of them were willing to back down.

Without saying another word, Deborah shoved Ava back against the pillows, pinning her wrists to the bed with a possessiveness that made Ava gasp. Lucille, watching with a satisfied smile, slowly began undressing. She took her time, her movements deliberate and slow, as if she knew the attention was on her.

"Oh, Deborah," Lucille purred, her voice mocking and sweet at the same time, "you really should learn to share." She crawled onto the bed beside them, her fingers tracing a slow, deliberate path over Ava's bare skin. "After all, it was Ava who invited me."

Deborah growled, but she didn't release Ava. If anything, her grip tightened. Ava could feel the tension between them, the way they were both fighting for dominance in this moment, and it only made the air feel heavier. More charged.

Lucille's hand slid lower, her fingers teasing Ava's inner thighs, while Deborah's mouth descended on Ava's neck, her teeth scraping against the sensitive skin as she bit and sucked, marking her. Ava moaned, her body caught between two powerful forces, both of them pulling her in different directions, both of them claiming her.

"You wanted this," Deborah muttered against Ava's skin, her voice rough with jealousy as her hand trailed down between Ava's legs. Her fingers were teasing, not quite giving Ava what she wanted, but enough to drive her wild. "Now you're going to take both of us."

Lucille chuckled, her fingers grazing Ava's skin lightly, her touch a contrast to Deborah's roughness. "She's so eager," Lucille murmured, her breath hot against Ava's ear. "Look how wet she is."

Ava's hips bucked at the sensation of both of their touches, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the heat between them built. She wanted more, needed more, but the teasing was driving her insane. The tension was so high, the anticipation so thick, that every touch felt magnified. But it wasn't enough. Not yet.

Deborah's patience finally snapped. She pulled away just long enough to grab a strap-on from the drawer beside the bed, tossing another to Lucille without even glancing in her direction. She was jealous, furious even, but she wasn't going to let Lucille see her lose control. Not yet.

Lucille grinned as she caught the harness, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "You really did want the best of both worlds, didn't you, Ava?" Lucille teased, her voice full of mischief as she secured the strap-on in place. "Lucky girl."

Deborah's eyes darkened as she positioned herself behind Ava, her possessiveness clear in every movement. "Don't get too comfortable," Deborah muttered, her voice sharp. "This is still my show."

Ava's heart pounded in her chest, her body trembling with a mix of anticipation and excitement as Deborah pressed the tip of the strap-on against her entrance, teasing her but not quite giving her what she wanted.

"Are you ready for this?" Deborah growled, her voice low, almost dangerous.

Ava's breath hitched, her entire body aching for more as she nodded. "Yes... please," she whimpered, her voice shaky with need.

Deborah didn't wait. With one rough thrust, she pushed into Ava, her grip on Ava's hips firm as she filled her. Ava cried out, her body arching off the bed at the overwhelming sensation. The stretch was intense, but the heat that accompanied it was even more powerful.

Before Ava could catch her breath, Lucille moved in closer, positioning herself above Ava, the tip of her lubed strap-on teasing Ava's other entrance. "You wanted both of us, didn't you?" Lucille purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. Slowly, she pushed in, the sensation of being filled completely making Ava's head spin.

Ava's eyes flew open as her body stretched to accommodate both of them, the intensity almost too much to handle. She could barely think, the pleasure overwhelming her senses. The mix of Deborah's rough, jealousy-driven thrusts and Lucille's teasing, controlled pace sent her spiraling into a state of pure need.

Deborah's movements grew rougher, her hands gripping Ava's hips with bruising intensity. "You're mine, Ava," Deborah growled, her voice thick with possession. "Don't forget that."

Lucille, always the tease, chuckled softly, her thrusts more measured but just as relentless. "Ours," she corrected, her voice full of wicked amusement. "She's ours now."

Ava couldn't speak. Her body was trembling, the pleasure building inside her too intense for words. She could feel both of them inside her, both of them taking her at the same time, their combined intensity pushing her to the edge. All she could do was moan, her voice breaking as the pleasure threatened to swallow her whole.

Deborah's hand slipped between Ava's legs, her fingers finding her clit and rubbing it with rough, practiced precision. "Come for me, Ava," Deborah commanded, her voice thick with control. "Come for both of us."

Ava's body exploded. The orgasm ripped through her with such force that she screamed, her entire body shaking as the pleasure tore her apart. It was too much, too intense, and yet she couldn't get enough. Wave after wave of release crashed over her, leaving her completely at their mercy.

Even as Ava's body trembled with the aftermath, Deborah didn't stop. Her thrusts remained relentless, driving Ava through the orgasm, her fingers still working her clit, extending the pleasure until it felt like Ava's body couldn't take anymore. Lucille matched her pace, both of them pushing Ava to her limit until finally, Ava collapsed against the bed, completely spent.

Deborah pulled away first, her breath heavy as she watched Ava lie limp on the bed, her body shaking with exhaustion and satisfaction. Lucille, ever the observer, stretched out beside Ava, her fingers lazily tracing circles on Ava's back as a smug smile played on her lips.

Deborah leaned down, her lips brushing against Ava's ear as she whispered, "Don't ever make me jealous like that again."