“This is why you shouldn’t wear pants,” I mock scolded Lydia. “Skirts make this much easier.”
She was half drunk, grinding on my lap and giving me the hard on of a lifetime while Jon watched from the other side of the table. We’d all drank a lot, but outside of her showing up on my doorstep the night we made up, I hadn’t seen her actually drunk. Her face was flushed, either from the drinks or from my hands being up her shirt, I couldn’t tell, but she was certainly enjoying the attention.
I reached for my glass on the table and brought it to her lips, she normally didn’t like dark rum but she was too far gone to care now and eagerly sipped at it. Tilting the cup slightly, I managed to spill some down the front of her. Jon smirked and settled back into his seat, crossing his legs as she giggled and tried to clean herself up. The rum had gone down into her cleavage and dampened her shirt, barely drying up by the time it dribbled down to her pants.
“Whoops,” I whispered to her, setting the drink down. “It’ll dry better if you take it off, you know.”
Fuck the hotel. The staff wouldn’t come up from below deck and we were high enough up to be out of obvious public sightlines. I pulled her legs apart and trailed my mouth over her shoulder and up her throat. Lydia’s heart was racing and she sighed when I nipped at her earlobe, being mindful of her earring. Out of my peripheral, I could see Jon shifting in her seat as he shrugged off his blazer. His eyes were locked on Lydia even as he lit up a cigarette and pushed his sleeves up, settling in for a show.
I gave her top a light tug and she immediately took the hint, pulling it over her head and tossing it haphazardly onto the floor. My hands glided up her torso to her tits, kneading the soft flesh against my palm. She moaned and arched her back as she slowly ground her ass on my cock.
“Master?” she mumbled, leaning back to look up at me with wide eyes. “I thought we were going home?”
Home. Fuck I liked hearing her say that, it just reinforced that we would be living together officially once we got back to the States. “Do you really want to wait that long, kitten?” I asked.
Her tongue darted out to lick her lips and it made my cock throb with need, just staring at her glistening mouth had me on edge. I grabbed her hair in my fist, winding the silky locks around my fingers as I kissed her, forcing her lips to part against mine. Her nails dug into my thigh and it just spurred me on. I loved her like this; so far gone that she was just desperate to be touched and didn’t care about her surroundings anymore. It reminded me of her initiation. A hair-raising scraping sound came from the other side of the table and I opened my eyes, keeping her glued to me as I watched Jon get up and stalk towards us.
He knelt in front of her and she gasped, I couldn’t see exactly what he was doing but I had a good idea that he was finding out just how thin the material on her leggings was. Lydia’s breathing was erratic as I gripped her throat and anchored her to me, letting Jon toy with her. A minute later and a stretching sound gave way to a short tear. Lydia whimpered and I glanced over her shoulder; he had the crotch of her pants ripped open and his mouth fixed on her cunt.
I grinned and went back to her neck, sucking hard on the hollow of her throat to leave a trail of love bites. I didn’t want to leave any part of her untouched or ignored. It was easy to forget that she hadn’t gone for training when she got into her subspace like this, that she wasn’t my own mindless toy – she wasn’t my own anything. But while it didn’t thrill me to bits that she was involved romantically with Jon, I loved getting to see her face when he fucked her; the way she would look at me with this sort of wonder and excitement was addictive.
I shifted slightly, pushing her forward towards Jon so I could get my zipper undone and get my cock out. He grabbed her legs and pulled her hard to his mouth, she squealed in delight and sunk her fingers into his hair. I was throbbing and just so fucking hard watching them, I couldn’t hold back any longer and immediately jerked her back to me; lifting her and positioning myself better to feel her hot cunt. Jon was smart, the hole in her pants was at the perfect angle for me to fuck her but not enough that she wouldn’t be able to leave here with something obviously wrong about her outfit.
Listening to her moaning become higher pitched as he was getting her off made my head spin, I had my cock in hand and immediately moved to reposition her; she was slick and hot and more than ready for me. I groaned as I sunk into her and rocked her hips against mine. She bounced on my lap eagerly, gasping and grinding against me all the while. Jon was kissing her stomach, pulling her waistband down and tracing his tongue around her navel.
Her head lolled back onto my shoulder and she kept mumbling ‘Master’ over and over again, her eyes opening wide when I grabbed her hips and started fucking her harder. Everywhere she touched me I felt like I was on fire, her cunt alone was so tight and hot that I was fighting the urge just to jackhammer her little pussy and finish. As it was, the second Jon’s hand stroked up the inside of my thigh to my cock I almost came. I groaned and held her in place, feeling his tongue dragging along my balls and up toward Lydia’s clit.
“Oh god,” she gasped out, grabbing frantically for the back of my neck. “Oh god, Daddy don’t stop—”
Fuck. I grit my teeth and lifted her hips slightly, just enough that I could fuck her while Jon’s mouth wandered over both of us until Lydia was screaming and humping desperately at his face. I clamped my hand over her mouth, muffling her and growling in her ear that she needed to be quiet. Her crooning only increased and suddenly she shuddered and her pussy tightened around me in a death grip. I held her to me in an iron embrace as I came too, unable to stop myself.
Jon was careful not to touch my now over-sensitive groin, but he was still going to town on her despite her mewling and squirming in my lap. I eased out of her and watched in rapt fascination as he licked and sucked every inch of her well used cunt. I held her still for him, anchoring her arms to her side with mine around her waist and my other hand still keeping her quiet.
“Is that what you like, kitten?” I asked her sweetly. “Do you like your Daddy licking your pussy clean when I’m done with you?”
She nodded rapidly and I could hear Jon chuckle. Over and over again he got her off until she was tired and drained and almost pathetic from the way she melted against us. He stood after a minute and groaned, rubbing his knees, I cocked an eyebrow at him but he just waved his hand dismissively and started clearing off the table. I waited until everything was moved and lifted her onto it, leaving her with her legs spread and quietly begging us to hold her.
He moved between her legs and leaned down, gently kissing and soothing her while he jerked his cock and positioned it at the entrance to her sex. I took a seat opposite him so I could see her while they fucked; her legs wrapped around his waist and her eyes dilated as he pushed in. She held my gaze all the while with her lips parted and a dazed look about her. I grabbed her hair in my fist and jerked it hard as we kissed, she whimpered but didn’t try to move away.
“See baby, we don’t even need the desk anymore, we can turn you into a whore anywhere.”
She nodded and I laughed this time at the complete and obvious adoration written on her face. Her back arched when I started playing with her nipples and Jon moaned and froze, his hands slammed against the table while he panted. She was coming, her eyes rolled back and it was clear from the look on Jon’s face that he was trying not to come yet.
“Fuck me, I’m losing my touch,” he complained, his chest heaving. “She’s single handedly ruining my stamina.”
I smirked at him and ignored her indignant and half-silenced protests as she tried to raise her hips and fuck him. He huffed and jerked her hard toward him, without warning he fucked her hard and she cried out in surprise. I held her mouth to mine, playing with her tongue and skimming the edges of her teeth as he fucked her brutally. Her fingers dug into my muscle and she moaned loudly, none of us cared anymore, we needed to finish and get back to the hotel.
Jon fucked her fast, pushing himself to finish and barely two minutes later he was moaning and collapsing on top of her. Lydia closed around him; her arms and legs tight and holding him in place while he steadied his breathing. Her lips were swollen, her neck decorated with little blossoming hickeys, and her hair tangled to shit – she looked stunning. Jon eventually pushed himself up and stroked her cheek, Lydia sat up as well and he moved back to fix himself up. I took his spot immediately; letting her wrap herself around me and wouldn’t let go.
I knew I was irritable lately, I knew I had thought some unkind things about them being here, about her being needy, but I loved this feeling. I was thankful that she was here, no matter what.
“I’ve been an asshole lately, haven’t I?” I whispered to her, stroking her hair.
She nodded and squeezed harder as she nuzzled into my shoulder. “You’ve been kind of mean…”
“I’m sorry, baby.” There was nothing worse than the feeling of knowing I had been a dick to her. I could be a dick to Jon all I wanted, he would dish it back because we had that kind of rapport. “I don’t know what I would have done without you here.”
“I love you,” she mumbled. “Even when you’re a dick.”
I laughed and kissed her temple. “What would I do without you?”
She pulled back and smiled at me, running her hand through my hair as her eyes searched my face. Dia’s face was an open book; whatever she was thinking was always right there for people to see, it was part of the reason she couldn’t lie for shit, the other was this determination she had to always tell the truth. Right now I could see that she had no anger towards me, not even a little and if anything that made me feel worse.
I looked over her shoulder to see Jon watching us curiously and smiling. Why the fuck couldn’t he be the one to be shitty once in a while? I sighed, met her wide-eyed gaze again and lifted her off the table back onto the floor. The tear in her leggings wasn’t visible, but it was clear that she could feel the difference when she blushed and clamped her legs together. Getting down the ladder to the main deck gave a nice little peek at her slit through the garment but was quickly hidden again as we docked and started heading up to the pathway.
She clung to Jon while we walked, resting her head on his upper arm and holding onto him like she depended on it. As we walked towards the hotel I wanted to do one thing – I wanted to slip my hand into his. I wasn’t going to, and it was a far cry from being surprised when he just kissed me on the cheek, but I did. I just wanted to do something small and normal tie myself to the two of them. What am I going to tell mum? She’d be thrilled for me, no doubt, but I couldn’t imagine her surprise when I attempted to explain the situation now.
“I’m leaving tomorrow evening,” Jon blurted out suddenly.
I whipped around to stare at him; his face was blank and his gaze fixed forward. You asshole. How convenient that he was leaving, especially after my outing us to Lydia. “Why? We already talked about leaving this weekend—”
“I have paperwork,” Jon interrupted tersely. “My final divorce hearing is up, and I need to be in New York to get it done.”
Charles. The hearing wasn’t until Monday, but I knew that he would need to make sure that everything was ready for the judge. That included moving finances. I was glad he had taken my advice on that, because then Christine could get whatever she wanted and everything she thought he had and Jon wouldn’t end up destitute. At least something good had come out of working in one of the shadiest businesses in the world – we knew how to look after ourselves.
I dreaded looking around him to see Lydia’s confused and heartbroken face. He was refusing to look at her and I knew he was struggling to maintain his decision.
“Dia, you can come with me to see Aleksy,” I told her quickly. “We’ll spend the day with Jon and send him off, then you and I can go see him.”
She glanced at me and nodded almost reluctantly. She didn’t want to do things separately anymore, and I didn’t know if that was a response to what had happened in the Bahamas or out of fear that one of us would just leave and not come back.
Jon smiled and told her not to worry that he’d call when he landed and that we still had an entire day together. She clearly wasn’t swayed but forced a smile and went back to leaning on him as we approached the hotel. He glanced at me from the corner of his eye and nodded in thanks.
By the time we got back and settled in it was nearly midnight. I wasn’t tired, I needed something to do and found the backgammon board in the TV unit for us. Lydia curled up in Jon’s lap as we played and quickly dozed off, she looked adorable all curled up and using him as a pillow and he looked more than happy to have her there.
“Don’t let her hate me while I’m gone,” he pleaded quietly. “You’ll be back soon enough and I’m so close to the finish line…”
“I get it,” I told him as I collected a few pieces off the board. “I do. But you know how she is, especially right now.”
“I know, I’m trying.” He glanced down at her as she shifted, and he pushed the hair out of her face. “The apartment won’t be mine anymore, I have to get all the stuff out.”
“You don’t know that; they might leave that property in your hands.” I shrugged. “How much did you move?”
“Two-hundred.”
“Thousand?” I asked. He couldn’t be that fucking stupid, he wouldn’t move that little.
“Million you dumb ass,” he snapped, now collecting a few pieces off the board as well. “It’ll keep me going, it’s pretty much everything I had in stocks.”
Thank god. “Who’s the judge?”
“Martin Cabello.”
“Hm.”
I could feel Jon watching me but he didn’t say anything in reply. I knew Cabello, he was good friends with my mum, a call to him and I could make sure that Jon kept his New York apartment. Jon and Christine had a lot of property, but the apartment in the city was his favourite and it was where we were living right now – it was important to keep it. Christine could have everything else.
“Are you excited?” I asked as we cleared the board and started another round. “I mean, it’s finally done.”
He shook his head and bent his head to kiss Lydia’s hair before he spoke, “I’m happy that I get to be with you guys, don’t get me wrong, but it’s just a lot gone. Twenty-six years, my business, my family…”
“Your family isn’t gone,” I told him. “Maritza will always be right there, Christine will be around during the holidays – which let’s be honest, that’s when she was around anyway.”
“I know they aren’t gone, gone, but it’s not the same.”
I grinned at him and lounged back on my hand while gesturing around the room with the other. “Welcome to your new family, honey.”
Jon laughed and for once I finally saw him just relax; his shoulders dropped and he looked almost normal. “Alight, I’m done, I’m gonna take her to bed.”
I nodded and stood up, just kicking the game under the table and following behind him as he carried Lydia to the bed. She was so spoiled, I couldn’t remember the last time she walked to bed, and the stupid part was that as long as one of us could carry her we probably always would. I waited until he set her down on the plush duvet to grab his hand, he turned and this time I wasn’t surprised by the peck on the cheek, I was surprised by the following slap. Not like a back hand or anything but definitely more than a light tap.
“Be nice to her while I’m gone,” he warned.
I rolled my eyes and stalked over to the other side of the bed. Lydia snored softly and her eyes fluttered as we repositioned her so that she and I were spooning. I threaded my fingers through hers and let our hands rest on her abdomen, watching it rise and fall with her steady breathing.
Squeezing my eyes shut I took a deep breath. “Thank you,” I whispered into her hair. “Thank you for being here.”
“No thank you for me?”
I narrowed my eyes at Jon but he just grinned. “Don’t get cocky.”
“Eh, you’ll be thanking me tomorrow in the shower.”