Chapter 43 Fooled.

Chapter 43: 43 Fooled.

"I won’t be fooled," she quipped with a nervous laugh. "Your apparent mercy is but a thin veil over your—"

"No," I interrupted, making my voice gentler but firm. "Just this once, before we go down this road, I need to be sure you understand that I’m not cruel. I care about you and your happiness as long as you’re in my life. This is play, not punishment."

My sincerity seemed to catch both women by surprise. Elsa’s eyes widened. Ayra twisted to look up at me with her amber-gold eyes looking suddenly so honest and vulnerable.

"I... I understand," she said softly, without the theatrical tone for once. "I know you’re kind. That’s part of why..." She swallowed. "Please, I need this. I need your firm hand."

"Let’s agree on a safe word first," I said as I playfully palmed and squeezed her nubile flesh. "If you say this word, I stop immediately. Any ideas?"

She blinked, then furrowed her brow, considering it as her tail swayed elegantly. "Hmmm. How about, ’frappuccino’?"

"Frappuccino it is," I grinned.

I started with a light tap, barely making a sound. Ayra wiggled impatiently as a result, so I delivered a real smack next, one that would sting her ass nice and good.

"Oh!" she gasped, her tail immediately starting to wag. "More, please!"

Encouraged, I established a rhythm, alternating cheeks and gradually increasing force.

"By the Silver-Bark Tree," Elsa breathed huskily on the sofa as she watched. "This makes for more interesting viewing than I imagined."

"Yes!" Ayra cried out as a particularly solid smack landed. Her back arched, pressing her ass higher. "Oh gods, yes! Watch my shame unfold, my princess! Watch this lewd bitch writhe!"

I could feel her squirming against my lap, her body responding to each impact with increasingly intense reactions.

The pinkness of her skin deepened to a rosy hue that looked striking alongside her tan complexion and the spots where tan lines appeared.

I paused occasionally to massage the warmed flesh, which only made her whimper and beg for more.

"Please don’t stop," she panted. "I’ve been so bad, I need more correction!"

From her seat on the couch, Elsa watched with clear, undisguised fascination. If she’d been jealous before, that seemed more or less forgotten at this point.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly as her slender fingers gripped the armrest beside her tight.

I delivered a series of rapid spanks until my palm stung almost as much as Ayra’s rear must have.

She writhed across my lap while her moans grew louder and more desperate. Her thighs trembled, and I noticed wetness glistening along her virginal slit.

"Oh Master!" she cried out. "I’m—I can’t—"

Her entire body tensed then shuddered violently as she climaxed with a wild wail.

The intensity and suddenness of her orgasm surprised me—and so did the warm wetness suddenly soaking my pants where her pussy pressed against my thigh.

As the aftershocks subsided, Ayra went limp across my lap, breathing hard.

When she finally regained enough composure to realize what had happened, she twisted to look at me with wide, mortified eyes.

"Oh no! I’ve made such a mess!" she gasped, staring at the dark patch on my pants. "I’m so sorry, Master! I suppose this means I require further punishment for my lack of control.

Perhaps something even more humiliating? Oh, how I fear you, but I shall defy your cruelty all the same! Pah-tooey!" That weirdly performative rebellious tone had returned once again, apparently.

"I think that’s enough punishment for one day," I said, helping her to sit up. Her legs wobbled as she stood, and she winced slightly when her tender bottom made contact with the cushion beside me.

"That was..." Elsa began, then cleared her throat when her voice came out huskier than intended. "...educational. Perhaps I should point out my many transgressions from now on."

After that, we settled onto the sofa for movies, with Elsa selecting some Japanese fantasy epic that turned them both into film critics all of a sudden.

"That primitive firearm is akin to the slop used by dwarves," Elsa critiqued with authority. "As if that would kill a god of the forest!"

"Why are the weird little forest spirits so tiny?" Ayra also had complained. "And mute? Every forest spirit I know talks nonstop!"

At hour two in the film, Ayra stretched and made her shirt ride up, revealing her stomach and a glimpse of the underside of her breasts.

For a fleeting moment, I could just barely see the bottoms of the silver rings attached to her nipples. I caught myself staring and quickly looked away, only to find Elsa watching me with narrowed eyes.

Elsa draped herself across my lap and traced her slender fingers on the back of my hand like she was writing words over and over again.

Meanwhile, Ayra molded herself to my other side and sandwiched my arm between her breasts.

Each time Elsa’s touch grew more intimate, Ayra would press herself against me in new ways or let her shirt hike up further until her bare tits pushed fully against my body.

Before long, their hands wandered across me like dueling masseuses.

"Sir Grey worked very hard these last few days," Elsa noted in a sugary voice. "I think it’s fair to say he needs a massage."

"Oh yes!" Ayra clapped. "A full body massage sounds just right for our fated mate—to thank him for his love and his discipline."

Before I could protest, as if I fucking would, they had me shirtless on the living room floor, arranged on the blanket that had previously hung over the back of the couch.

They returned with massage oils I definitely didn’t remember buying.

"Where did those even come from?"

"We added more than lacy panties to that last delivery when you weren’t looking," Elsa giggled. "A princess of Elfhaven is always prepared."

"Arf!" Ayra agreed, failing to make words at all, maybe because of her overflowing levels of excitement.

Ayra responded by spreading warm oil with surprising skill. She worked on a spot that had stored years of stress, making knots I didn’t know I had surrender immediately.

"We treat him so poorly," Ayra whimpered. "I cannot even recall the last time his seed was sucked lovingly from his body!"