#avamel

Ava and Melissa were private about their relationship with each other.  Everyone at Abbott knew they dated, but it was never brought up in casual conversation at work under fear of Ava’s blackmailing ways and Melissa’s unbridled rage. They had long ago agreed that no one needed to know what happened in their personal life, as long as they were happy, then others should be happy for them. Everything was professional within the walls of the building, Melissa rolling her eyes at Ava’s antics, and Ava shamelessly flirting with anyone who walked in her proximity. Outside the concrete walls of their job, they were possessive, handsy, and just two people madly in love. It was the type of spark that burned fast and bright. There was only one thing about their relationship that they kept absolutely secret- you. 

Melissa already had enough judgment from her best friend for dating the principal of their school without disclosing to HR; she didn’t need to hear the comments about adding another younger woman to her sex life. Ava purely enjoyed the secret because it was the thrill that she needed in her life. A little something to spice up the relationship she had been growing with the redhead for years. They loved each other, planned to spend the rest of their lives together, but there had been a little piece that had been missing. Something that calmed their tempers, soothed their daily stress, and brought a sense of peace to their weary bones. 

You didn’t mind the arrangement, being out in the public had never been your thing, and all you really needed at the end of the day was the adoration of the two women. Which they gave to you endlessly. Some days, they were sweet: Melissa making intricate home-cooked meals while Ava gave you a full spa day retreat within the walls of their shared home. Other days they showed their love in a more… aggressive manner. They wanted to claim you, take you, use you in any way they saw fit to get rid of whatever weighed heavy on their shoulders. You had been with them long enough to know which version of your loves would walk through the door at any given moment. 

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The door slammed with a force that shook the keys that hung on the wall to the right of it. Ava’s bag made a thump as it tumbled to the floor her heels scraping against the wood as she shoved them into the closet. It was followed shortly by a slew of Sicilian curses as Melissa ripped off her boots and threw her purse onto the kitchen island. There was a clatter of pots and pans as she set to work making dinner. Next followed the clink of glasses as Ava dug through the wine cabinet for a drink. You were still working at your makeshift office in the dining room when the commotion unfolded behind you. 

“I can’t believe the nerve of that little bitch to go and tell the district on me,” Ava scoffs. “After everything I did for her at the last budget meeting, she should be eating the dirt off my shoe. Her school was getting nothing.”

“Suspended! Without pay for two weeks because Janine decided we should open our mouths. Fottuto stronzo,” Melissa barks, having her own little argument. “Then the testa di cazzo walks in right when we are about to be home free.”

You can tell it is only going to get worse as the noise in the kitchen gets louder and louder. You close your computer, setting aside your work, and step inside the room. Ava is up on the counter, wine glass in hand, as Melissa is storming around the kitchen with her hair pulled into a tight bun. You move to shut off the stove where noodles are burning in a pot with no water. 

“Angel,” you say gently, stopping the redhead when she storms by, “You didn’t put any water in the pot.”

“For fucks sake!” Melissa yells and goes to turn away when you grab her by the hips.

“Angel, slow down for a minute. What is going on?”

She melts in your arms for a minute, letting out a sigh, “A really shitty day.”

“The worst!” Ava pips in coming to stand next to you. “Now, where is my love princess? I am starting to feel neglected over here.”

You wrap an arm around Ava’s waist, pulling her into your side. You lean up to gently place a kiss on her lips. “I didn’t forget about you, Domina, but Angel was going to burn the house down.” Melissa grunts at your comment, but you silence her gently with a kiss. “It’s okay, Angel, you had a bad day. We all make mistakes.”

The women continued to melt at your continued use of their pet names. You move your hand to cup Melissa’s face gently. Your thumb trails across her jawline as you look between the two women, the stress of the day making their shoulders sag. 

“How do I make it better?” You ask gently. 

Ava’s eyes immediately gleam, and you know that you already have one on the hook. She turns her gaze to Melissa, who seems a little more cautious. The redhead leans into the palm of your hand for added comfort before she talks. “Tesoro, I won’t be able to hold back if we do what is on my mind.” “Then don’t,” you murmur. “Use me..let me make it better.”

“See Mel, I told you our Princess would make it better,” She grins, moving your hair behind your ear to kiss your neck softly. “That is what she is here for after all. For us to claim, use, and pleasure ourselves with.”

You let out a soft sigh as Ava leaves open-mouthed kisses down your neck. Melissa is watching your reaction, the last little bit of restraint still clinging to the corner of her vision. It isn’t until Ava bit down sharply on your pulse point and a loud moan escaped your lips that her resolve snapped. She grips your chin, forcing you to look into her green eyes. 

“Are you sure about this, Principessa? After the day I had, I won’t go easy on you,” she growls, fingers digging into your skin slightly. You nod, which only makes Melissa let out a disappointing tsk. “I need words, or I will tell Domina to stop. Is that what you want?”

“Don’t stop,” you whimper pathetically, which makes the redhead grin. “I will take whatever you give me.”

Melissa sighs, her face moving to a content smile. “Now those are the words that I love to hear. Go to our room. Strip and wait in your usual spot.”

You rush to comply, running down the hallway into the room that you have begun to share with the other women. You quickly toss your clothes into the basket in the corner of the room and sink down to your knees at the bottom of the bed, facing away from the door. You don’t know how much time has passed until they enter the room. The mood between them has lightened significantly when they walk in, laughter spilling from their lips. The sound of them plotting behind you sends a shiver up your spine.

Melissa is the first one to approach you, pulling your hair back so she can whisper in your ear, “Principessa, you are being such a good girl. I am so proud of you.” Your heart swells at the affection, blushing when she kisses your cheek softly. “I expect it to stay that way for the rest of the night. We had a long day, and I don’t feel like taming a brat tonight.”

“I’ll be good,” you promise in a soft whisper. 

“I know you will be, or you won’t come for a week.”

Her threat makes your heart race, and you know that you are in for a long night regardless of how good you behave. This thought is confirmed when Melissa crawls across the bed, her naked skin twinkling underneath the soft LED lights Ava always keeps on. She lies back on the bed, spreading her legs so she is fully on display. Your hand automatically reaches out for her, but a death glare causes you to place it back in your lap.

“Principessa, you haven’t earned the right to touch yet,” Melissa tsks, a wicked grin coming across her face. “For now, you have to sit and watch as Domina makes your beautiful Angel feel good.”

“We should let her have a little fun,” Ava protests, coming to stand next to you, her fingers carding through your hair gently. “Let her warm up my cock for you, my love.”

You press your thighs together in an effort to get any sense of relief as Ava’s words wash over you. Melissa contemplates for a couple of moments before nodding silently. You turn to look at Ava, a pit in your stomach forming as you notice the black dildo that is strapped tightly around her hips. 

She grins at you, moving a piece of hair behind your ear. “Come on, Princess. Show Angel what you have been practicing.”

You nod, licking your lips eagerly, before you let your tongue roam the length of her. She watches lazily only for a moment before grabbing a fistful of your hair and pushing the tip of the dildo right past your lips. She waits for you to adjust, letting the mist of submission cloud your eyes before she smiles. Melissa watches from the bed, a finger slowly circling her clit as she watches Ava move your head up and down. You grasp her thigh, doing your best to breathe as Ava moves quickly as she loses herself in you. 

When she is finally satisfied, she pulls out, causing a thread of drool to fall out of your lips. She swipes it away with her thumb, a grin creeping across her lips. “Oh, Princess, you are a dream. Now watch and enjoy the show. If you even think about touching yourself, the game is over, and that would be a shame.”

Another pitiful whimper leaves your lips, but Ava doesn't care. She crawls across the bed, capturing the redhead in a frantic kiss. They don't necessarily fight for dominance but melt together in perfect unison. Ava pulls at Melissa’s hair as the older woman grabs at her breasts, needing and pinching until they are both a whimpering mess. When Melissa can't wait anymore, she lines up the strap and Ava sinks into her. You can't tell who moans louder, you or the redhead; all you know is that Ava sends you a wicked grin as your nails dig into your thighs. 

“My love, look at our perfect princess. Let her see exactly how good I make you feel,” Ava whispers into the shell of the older woman’s ear.

Melissa struggles to keep her eyes open, turning her head towards you as Ava sets a brutal pace. Her pale legs lock around the younger woman’s hips, refusing to let her pull out more than a couple of inches. Ava was kissing down her neck, causing Melissa to arch into every thrust. It was driving you wild watching and being unable to participate. Little crescent moon marks were littering the top of your thighs as you struggled to keep control. 

“Ava…need more,” Melissa whimpers, biting her bottom lip. 

“Do you need our princess to help you?” Ava asks gently and Melissa nods. With a crook of her finger Ava beckons you onto the bed. “Princess, come help Angel.”

You scramble across the silk sheets immediately capturing the redhead in a kiss. Your hands roam down her chest twisting her nipple sharply. She moans in your mouth biting down hard as Ava slides her hand between the older woman’s thighs. Melissa’s fingers curl through your hair pulling sharply to move your lips down to her neck. You scatter bites along her neck your other hand never stopping as you can feel her coming undone. 

“Fuck mi amores. Shit. Don’t. Stop,” Melissa groans and then she shudders. 

Her nails scrape along your scalp and you whimper against her as pain mixes with pleasure. Ava pulls out and Melissa clenches at the loss. The strap is tossed to the side as Ava places soft kisses along the redhead’s face. 

“How are we feeling my love?” She ask gently her fingers brushing back red hair. 

“A little better,” Melissa sighs a soft smile coming across her face. “It’s your turn now mi amore, let principessa take care of you.”

“Gladly,” Ava grins turning to you,” on your back princess. I want to ride your face until I scream as loud as Angel just did.”

You roll onto your back your body getting covered in goosebumps as Ava climbs up your body. You barely even notice Melissa leaving your side when Ava sinks her thighs on either side of your head. Her hand automatically tangles in your hair as you pull her down by her thighs. Swears leave her mouth in a rushed whisper as you gently suck on her clit. Her hips rock back and forth as she sets her own brutal pace. You don’t mind burying yourself further into her so caught up in what you were doing you don’t notice your legs are being spread until there is something pressing against you. 

Your body stiffens for a moment until you hear Melissa’s voice. “Don’t fret principessa, I am going to make you feel good.” Her fingers swipe gently through your folds and you moan into Ava. “The only rule is you can’t come until she does….twice.”

You whimper when her fingers curl into you sliding in and out at a sickening pace. You do your best to redouble your efforts but mostly moan into Ava. She falls foward clutching the headboard as you feel her get closer to her first release. With a small nibble of her clit she falls over the first edge with a scream you are sure the neighbors will hear. 

It is in this exact moment that Melissa sinks into you. You yelp when you feel the strap push against you and you swear you almost come right then. Your muffled whimper makes Melissa giggle and then moan. You know this strap well, it is Melissa’s favorite to use on you, as a way to give you and her pleasure at the same time. You lose yourself in everything that is going on: Ava’s nails scraping your scalp as she uses your head as an achor, Melissa’s hands tweaking your nipples, the strap pushing in and out of you. It is almost too much and you know that you are going to lose Melissa’s game. 

At least you think you are until Ava yelps again, her release sliding down her face as she squirts against you. She falls to the side her body shaking as she curls against you. Her breath is hot against your ear as she whispers, “come for us princess.”

Your release shatters hard and fast causing your vision to go blurry. Melissa coaxes you through it before pulling out the second strap on of the night going the first in a heap on the floor. Ava has already curled herself like a koala around you nuzzling into your neck placing soft kisses against your neck. Melissa joins moments later using a hot towel to wipe between your and Ava’s legs. 

Melissa kisses Ava’s forehead and then yours gently, “I love you-il mio curore e la mia anima. My heart and my soul.”

Ava mumbles back a soft I love you already falling asleep wrapped in your arms. Melissa pulls the blankets up around all of you. She kisses your cheek gently before cirling her arm around your waist. 

“Do you feel better, Angel?” You ask in a soft whisper sleep already overtaking you.

“Yes principessa, you make everything better just by being here,” she smiles kissing you on the cheek. “Now sleep mi amore. You need your rest.”

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