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Scott pulled the crotch of Betsy’s leotard to the side. There was nothing underneath. He touched only bare, aroused flesh when he reached between her legs. He wished he could look at her, look and see and gaze at every inch of her while he brought out the pleasure he’d wanted to see on her face since the first time he’d seen her, but he could content himself with exploring her with his fingers.

He simply stroked her at first, running his fingers across her pussy lips much as he was doing to Emma with his tongue. Betsy was so wet. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d ever been with a woman who was so aroused, and certainly not after so little contact. He knew she hadn’t been dating anyone recently, but she must have been more pent-up than he’d ever realized. Either that or she had been wanting to share this with him in particular for quite some time, and was as thrilled to finally be with him as he was to be with her.

Scott wasn’t sure what he’d ever done in some previous life to warrant this sudden gift, but he knew that he would not squander what might very well be a once in a lifetime opportunity. He had the two most beautiful women he’d ever met here with him, desiring his touch and his attention, and he would do his damnedest to give them everything they’d fantasized about. He did not neglect either of them, licking and kissing at Emma, reveling in her familiar taste and scent. It was familiar, yes, but he enjoyed it every bit as much as he had the first time he’d had his head between her legs. He could never get enough of her; she was his addiction.

Betsy was new, but long lusted after. He relished finally getting the chance to know how she felt, how she moaned—to learn what he had to do to pleasure her. It was knowledge he savored having.

He moved on from simply rubbing her and stuck first one finger inside of her, and then a second. He explored her insides, curled his fingers against her inner walls and enjoyed the way she shivered and moaned and grabbed his wrist to make sure he kept stroking her just like that.

“Yeah, that’s perfect, Scott!” she moaned. “God, keep fingering me just like that! Oh, I’ve wanted this for so long!”

“And you have me to thank for it!” Emma said loudly, quick to remind them both of who had put this entire thing together. “You both do! You owe me so much, both of you!”

Scott agreed wholeheartedly, and he did his best to show her how much he appreciated her, how much he loved her. He kept licking and rubbing at her even as the movements of her hips became rougher and faster, putting his all into making sure that she received the reward she was due.

“Yes, Scott, keep licking me!” she shouted. “Lick me, lick me, lick me! That’s where you belong, isn’t it? You belong under me! You belong underneath your queen!”

Her words reminded him of the last time she’d spoken like that while in bed, when she’d goaded him into snapping, taking control and fucking her hard. If she wanted to slip into the role of the queen who needed to be put in her place he would oblige her, but that was going to have to wait for the moment. He was determined to get them both off before allowing his thoughts to shift to domination.

Her bragging turned into moans and pants, and then screams as she came on his face and into his mouth. He kept licking and rubbing throughout, both her and Betsy, even as Emma was her typical greedy self, demanding all of his attention with her aggressively vocal orgasm.

“Yeah, that’s better,” she said, sighing and falling down to the bed like a queen taking her throne. “Thanks for letting me use you, Scott. You’re going to let Betsy have her turn now, aren’t you? You’re going to bottom for both of us, because that’s where you’re most comfortable, right? You like having two strong women here to make use of you and put you in your place, don’t you?”

That settled it. Emma was pushing him to the limit again, needling him and trying to get a reaction out of him. She was trying to drag the dominant side of him out again, and this time with Betsy there to see it and even perhaps experience it for herself. Scott wondered if she just wanted Betsy to share in some of her favorite sex or if Emma had something typically underhanded more in mind. Either way, if she wanted it, he would give it to her.

“Actually,” Scott said in his calm, conversational tone. “I think tonight, you’re going to be Betsy’s bitch.”

Emma’s eyebrows spiked. “What?”

Scott pulled Betsy forward, off of the bed—she supported herself on her hands as he drew her legs up, so now she was doing a handstand while facing away from him. Then he coiled his hand around the already tangled length of fabric that swathed her pubis and used it as a grip to pull her upward. With someone else, the maneuver might’ve been clunky and awkward, but Betsy was a ninja, born into grace. He pulled her from upside-down and facing away from him to right-side up and looking him in the eye, Betsy acrobatically going along for the ride, wrapping her legs around him so she settled into place like a lapdancer on a man who refused to sit down.

“How about it, Betts?” Scott asked, putting his arms around Betsy’s body to help her stay in place. “What do you want to do with Emma?”

Betsy bit her lip, a truly wicked look in her violet eyes. “I want her to lie there and pout about how unfair life is while I get fucked by you.” She nuzzled her face against his. “Or maybe she could get a psych eval. Because she must be crazy if she thinks she can dominate you—even with my help.”

Emma squawked in protest, her face a mask of shocked disapproval, but both her lovers were ignoring her.

“I don’t think she’ll pout too bad,” Scott said, speaking through Betsy’s kisses at his handsome face. “For Emma, at least. After all, at least she’ll get to see this gorgeous body she brought into our bedroom.” He tapped Betsy lightly on the ass—she still cooed in delighted pain at the tiny smack. “Down. Turn around. Even this kinky little costume of yours can wear out its welcome.”

Reluctantly, Betsy climbed down off of Scott’s body, then turned away from him to face Emma. She nearly giggled at the deeply incensed look on Emma’s face, but she didn’t want to rub it in too hard. Or at least, Scott didn’t want to rub it in, and Betsy was already liking the feeling of doing as Scott wanted.

She’d always liked following his orders in battle, doing a good job, being praised by him—knowing the unrelenting perfectionist he was and still meeting his high standards. It was even more intoxicating in the bedroom. The man had a history—Jean, Emma, even the Goblyn Queen. Betsy loved the thought that she stacked up next to the most desirable women the X-Mansion had ever seen.

She was the woman that Emma Frost’s man fantasized about. It was delightful.

Emma was affronted. Of course she was affronted—she should be—but a part of her was something else. This was, after all, why she’d invited Betsy into bed with her and Scott. To see how he was with another woman. To know there was no helping what her own reaction had been.

She watched, almost frothing at the mouth, as Scott undid the choker that held Betsy’s halter up to her neck. He rolled the tight vinyl down her chest, off her pert, perfect breasts. Once he’d exposed them, he touched them, big hands surprisingly delicate with the small mounds of flesh. He left their ivory curvatures reddened and swollen, her nipples throbbing like beestings—Betsy cooed and moaned, Scott kissing her neck and working her costume lower and lower. One hand easing it down her long, lean body—the other hand exploring the territory he now occupied.

Betsy’s gasps sometimes shattered into the heated air, sometimes were swallowed up by his kisses. The costume came down over Betsy’s waspish waist. Scott undid the red sash at her hips, having to use both hands on the knot, and Betsy whimpered at being deprived of his touch. She held his head, his hair, over her shoulder, kissing him desperately, her groin circling in the air as if calling out to Emma.

Emma licked her lips. She could definitely see how she’d been overwhelmed by this treatment of Scott’s. Even watching it, she was nearly overcome with lust. Her hands pulled at the sheets, almost tearing them, then she bit her fist as Scott went back to Betsy’s rumpled costume and pulled it down under her groin.

Betsy’s pussy was streaked with purple hair, wet and flaring with vivid life. Scott knelt down and tugged the costume down Betsy’s legs. He kissed that plump ass of Betsy’s before he stood, and he didn’t bother to ask Betsy to step out of her downed costume, he just picked her up and carried her out of it. Then all Betsy wore was her gloves, her stockings, the armbands and thigh-bands that accentuated her lithe, flawless body.

Scott’s hands ran up Betsy’s long legs, over her hips, her ribs, his long fingers brushing the sides of her breasts. Then he was cupping her face, petting her hair, and he turned Betsy’s naked body around so that she was facing him as he kissed her.

Emma moaned just watching it. She envied the silly bitch—Betsy didn’t have a reputation, didn’t have any standards to maintain, everyone knew she was a slut. She could let Scott dominate her all she wanted; who cared? Emma was the White Queen, though. She couldn’t lower herself as Betsy was. Much as Betsy was loving doing so.

“I’m yours, Scott,” Betsy mewled. “Time to take what’s yours. You can eat Emma out while you fuck me—I don’t care. But I need you to take me right now.”

“I’d love to, Betts. But right now, I think I’d rather you back up against the headboard and open your legs.”

“And why would I want to do that?” Betsy asked, practically growling at him. She’d had the prospect of Scott fucking her dangling in front of her face for a long time. Him putting her off in favor of more games was seriously fraying her nerves. “You’d better have a damn good reason not to fuck me.”

“I do,” Scott assured her, gently but firmly guiding her into the position he wanted her in. “I’ve done a lot to make your joining us tonight pleasant, but I’m not the only one who wanted you here. It’s someone else’s turn to see to it you’re well taken care off.”

Before Betsy could ask what he meant, he showed her—grabbing Emma’s outstretched foot and pulling her across the bed. She screeched in surprise.

“Scott, what the hell are you doing?”

“Making sure you do your part in entertaining our guest,” Scott said. “Come on. By now, aren’t you used to doing as I say?”

“By now?” Betsy repeated, eyebrows quirked when she caught that sentence. “Has the White Queen been bending the knee?” She sounded highly amused. “I wouldn’t have thought you were the type to enjoy that sort of thing, but then, I guess it is always the ones you least suspect.”

“It’s not!” Emma cried, outraged.

Neither Scott nor Betsy were fooled though. Emma might act haughty, and she might even have tried to convince herself after the fact that she hadn’t liked it when she’d lost control and Scott’d bent her will and turned her into his good little submissive, but her reactions in the heat of the moment were no lie. He didn’t think he’d ever seen her as turned on as she’d been when he could take no more and finally claimed her, and he was going to give her more of the same now.

“We’ll see about that,” he said. “Betsy, spread your legs. Since Emma here is the reason you’re here in the first place, I think she should be the one to bring you your first orgasm of the night.”

Betsy licked her lips at the thought. It wasn’t that she has some kind of lesbian crush on Emma, though the woman was highly attractive—it was that she liked the prospect of doing as Scott said, and Emma doing the same. “Whatever you say, fearless leader. I’ve been fantasizing about your cock for a long time, but that doesn’t mean I’ll say no to having the White Queen’s mouth on my cunt.” She spread her legs wide.

“I’m the White Queen!” Emma hissed. “I don’t submit to anyone! Everyone submits to me!”

Scott gave her a hard smack on the ass. “Let’s not pretend you haven’t sucked me off before. Get to it, Emma. Remember you’re my bitch and now, I’ve given you to Betsy.”

“I am not going to be ordered around!” his girlfriend said indignantly, though he noticed she didn’t try to roll away or get up despite not having anything holding her in place. “And you—you’re different! I graciously suck you off because sometimes when you fuck me—“

“You come so hard you’re left drooling and twitching?” Betsy ventured, smirking in amusement as Emma tried to paint herself as some female alpha. Maybe outside the bedroom, but here, it was clear she was the prey and Scott was the predator. “That’s what I’ve always hoped for.”

Emma had gotten off of her belly and pushed up onto her hands and knees, unconsciously presenting herself to Scott for the taking. Or maybe that was just what she wanted him to think. “I am your queen and I expected to be treated as su-ahhhh!”

Scott quickly grew tired of listening to her complaints, especially since she’d had more than enough time to move away if she really had a problem with this. She’d done little more than whine, in the exact same way she had before he’d topped her for the first time—and she’d loved that enough to want to share it with Betsy, in one way or another. Now she was in the doggy style position without him even asking for it. She talked a big game, but they both knew that she was right where she wanted to be whether she could admit it or not.