Dominating the Boss 27 (Patreon)

As I leaned back, the warmth of the bubbling water contrasting nicely with the chilly evening breeze, my attempts to relax failed rather spectacularly. It wasn’t my fault. The scene of Tiffany playing with Umi like a particularly playful lioness playing with her prey was invigorating, and waiting hardly helped to my mood. 

Luckily, the rooftop had an amazing view of the sea and the city. 

About twenty minutes after I got into the hot tub, however, I finally heard the door open, marking the entrance of my guests. I had lived a fast life, with a lot of memorable activities, but the sight of Umi and Tiffany walking toward me, one shy enough to be on the edge of the panic, the other smug, both intensely aroused, was good enough to gain a position in the hall of fame of my memories. 

Especially when Tiffany tugged Umi’s towel off, revealing the sight of her amazing body, wearing a very skimpy bikini, one that might as well not exist. It was a beautiful black set, barely more than a bunch of strings, contrasting greatly with the sensual paleness of her skin. The fact that the bikini belonged to Tiffany who was even curvier than Umi, making the bikini hang loosely made her even sexier. She was like a younger sister stealing her older sister’s clothing to look mature. 

Perfect to complete her aura of innocence. 

As they continued to close in — though Umi blushed harder with each step — Tiffany let her towel slide down as well, revealing a white matching bikini. However, despite the color, there was nothing innocent about the way she looked, her each step an ode to arousal. 

I wanted to catch Umi’s eyes, but she was already on the edge, looking at the slightest excuse to escape. So, rather than commenting on their beauty, I just nodded before turning my gaze back to the view, no matter how much I wanted to tease my innocent Asian beauty. 

True to her personality, Umi tried to sit on the farthest part of the hot tub, which was actually enough to be considered distant under the circumstances, with a tub large enough to easily host a dozen people. I didn’t need to do anything, though. Tiffany interfered, hugging Umi’s waist even as she directed her next to me, whispering something into her ear in the process. 

Whatever she whispered had clearly worked as soon, as Umi slid next to my right, and Tiffany slid to my left. Umi still tried to lean back, and while in contrast, Tiffany leaned against my arm, her beautiful breasts pressing against my arm. 

Even without looking, I could feel Umi’s mind going blank, not only overwhelmed by her almost-nakedness and our closeness, but what happened back in Tiffany’s room. 

She was like a helpless leaf, being dragged along a gently flowing river. 

“I hope we didn’t keep you waiting for long?” Tiffany whispered in an exaggerated innocent tone. 

“A bit,” I said. “What were you girls doing alone for that long?” I asked innocently, looking at Umi as I did so. 

Her blush intensified immediately, her guilt apparent, so much that even without a real-time feed of the events, I could have roughly guessed what had happened. 

She was really innocent. 

“Nothing much, just preparation,” Tiffany said, pulling Umi from the obligation, giving her a chance to acclimate. 

I let the answer satisfy me rather than pushing for more. The final phase of our little game had just started. We were alone in a private location, one that successfully masqueraded as a public spot to keep her from panicking. Still, rather than escalating the situation immediately, I asked an inane question to Tiffany, and she answered, consuming the next couple of minutes with small talk. Umi didn’t join other than nodding. She even tried to slide away, but I killed that attempt by grabbing her wrist gently, pulling her close. 

She just obeyed.

Tiffany broke through the pointless small talk first. “So, boss, do you like our bikinis,” she asked.

“I don’t know,” I answered. “You slipped into the water too quickly, and the bubbles prevents me from seeing it. Why don’t you stand up and show me properly.” 

Tiffany didn’t waste a second before standing up, her beautiful body even more beautiful covered with water drops, glistening, and the steam of the hot tub adding a beautiful aura to her beauty. She posed a few times, each stretching a different aspect of her deficient bikini, tempting me to ignore the aim of the evening and just pull her to my lap. 

“Beautiful,” I said before turning to Umi. “Why don’t you give us a show as well, honey?” 

Umi was distracted by the show Tiffany was providing even more than I was. “R-right now?” 

 “As long as you feel comfortable with it, sweetie,” I said magnanimously, aware that Tiffany wouldn’t let it be the case. 

It worked as I expected. “Maybe-” she stammered, only for it to be interrupted as Tiffany leaned forward — giving an excellent cleavage in the process as her bosom struggled against her top — and grabbed Umi’s arm, pulling her up her feet enthusiastically. 

She stood up, but with her arms around her chest to hide her cleavage, and her side view to limit the view, she represented a completely different view than Tiffany. “Come on, sweetie,” Tiffany whispered, this time loud enough to be heard even through the bubbling. “Show him just how good the bikini I had picked.” 

Umi followed her suggestion, her arms falling to her side. She might be feeling self-conscious, but her body clearly disagreed with it. Her nipples peeked through the fabric of the bikini — not that it took a lot to push through the thin fabric — and her out-of-control breathing that enhanced her cleavage each time just enhanced the impact. 

“I’m sorry to say Umi looks even better than you,” I said to Tiffany, shaking my head playfully. 

“No!” she gasped, equally playfully, though Umi was too distracted to catch the tone, and actually panicked. 

“I’m not-” she tried to say, only to be prevented by a finger by Tiffany. 

“No, sweetie, the jury has spoken. But I can’t suffer such indignity,” she said. While Umi tried to explain herself, Tiffany’s arms reached her back, and with a pull, freed her breasts from the dominance of her top. 

“How’s it now?” she asked with enthusiasm as she bounced on her feet, which made her perky breasts dance beautifully repeatedly, making my mouth water in the process. 

“Much better. It’s a miracle that you managed to stuff those beauties in your bikini,” I said. 

“It’s nothing, you should see Umi’s,” she said, and before Umi could even react, she grabbed the string, and pulled her top as well. Umi tried to grab to prevent it, which, unfortunately, resulted in a predictable accident. The delicate top just snapped, while Umi stumbled backward very dangerously. 

As a true gentleman, I jumped up to my feet and did my duty, and grabbed Umi’s waist before she could experience painful collusion. With my arms around her waist, my chest pressing against her back, she was spared from a painful hit to the edge. 

Her mind drowned with adrenaline, it took a couple of seconds for her to realize the significance of the hug from behind, especially in the light of her lack of a top, giving me an excellent view of her breasts thanks to our height difference. 

“Y-you can let me go, I’m balanced,” she whispered, but made no attempt trying to pull out of my arms, lacking the initiative to do so. She was overwhelmed by the fact that I was hugging her naked body, so much that she missed my current nakedness even as my shaft rubbed against her back. 

I never liked to wear swimsuits in a hot tub. 

“Are you sure?” I said, but kept my arms around her waist, moving slightly, curious whether she would notice the nature of the thing that was pressing against her back. 

She didn’t, too busy raising her hands to cover her breasts, though her small hands weren’t very successful on that. Still, even not completely successful, it had a useful effect, it allowed me to suppress my desire to suck her beautiful nipples. “Please,” murmured. 

“As you wish, sweetie,” I said even as I let her go and sat back, hiding my erection under the bubbly water. Umi tried to sit down with both hands covering her breasts, which proved to be a mistake. The hot tub wasn’t the most stable footing, and without her arms, once slipped, she was once again about to fall down. 

This time, I didn’t bother standing up, instead just grabbed her and pulled her to my lap to prevent her from falling. 

“T-thanks,” she stammered as she tried to slide away from my lap, but this time, my arm stayed around her waist. “I s-should go back to my seat.” 

“You better stay here,” I whispered into her ear, which was more than enough for her nerves to short circuit. “I have a feeling that you’ll injure yourself if I let you go.” 

“But-” she started, shuffling, only to freeze again. This time, it wasn’t my words or Tiffany’s finger this time. No, this time, it was simply her awareness, finally realizing what was poking her from behind for a while, and the very distinct lack of coverage of that poking appendage. 

Umi pulled one of her hands away from her breasts, trying to use only one arm to cover her breasts — which was as unsuccessful as one might expect, creating a beautiful scene when combined with the bubbling surface and the steam — while other dipped under the water, caressing my waist, trying to validate her fear, that I had no swimsuit. 

“You,” she gasped. She tried to turn me to say that, but froze immediately as the movement rubbed her beautiful ass against my shaft. 

“Ssh,” I whispered into her ear. “Let’s keep that a secret from Tiffany. I don’t want to feel self-conscious.” 

It was nonsense, of course, as I had been standing just seconds ago, which meant Tiffany had already seen the lack of underwear, not to mention I was the one that chose to dip without underwear. 

But Umi was too confused to think properly. The realization of my nakedness and our closeness, mixed with the shock from her naked state and her adrenaline from her dangerous fall, was enough to send her into the arms of confusion. The other stuff, like Tiffany’s teasing earlier and her first experience with a female, earlier just made it an inevitability rather than a likely outcome. 

My gaze met with Tiffany, who was smiling victoriously as she leaned back — which displayed her beautiful breasts perfectly. She didn’t say anything, but the message was clear. 

She had done her job. 

Now, it was my turn.