#personalised dabble

“It’s okay Katie,” a high, silken voice comes from inside the car, and a sleek curtain of red hair appears from the depths of the backseat as Danneel peers around the still open door. “It will be fun, we promise,” she smiles brightly, her teeth just barely tugging on her gloss-plumped bottom lip in a way that makes Katie’s insides flutter. 

“Okay,” the younger woman nods, bracing herself with a deep breath as she steps forward to join Danneel in the car. 

Katie forgets that Jensen is holding out a hand to help her balance as she ducks into the vehicle, but he doesn’t take her carelessness as a snub, merely drops his hand to the small of her back and gently uses it to guide her into the back seat along with his wife, before he joins them and shuts the door with a thud-click. Almost as soon as the lock engages the engine rumbles to life, Katie can feel it vibrating the chassis beneath her. Every one of her nerves seems to be standing on end right now. Curiously, she looks around the expansive back seat of the limousine, Danneel on her left on the long bench seat and Jensen to their right on the shorter seat stretching the width of the car. 

“Are there, uhm, seatbelts?” Katie asks lamely, letting the first thing she can think of spill out of her mouth and instantly regretting it. Hopefully she managed to keep the cringe she’d felt at her own words internal. Danneel giggles in answer, her voice light and airy as the bubbles in the bottle of champagne she’s in the process of unearthing from the coolers embedded in the doors opposite them. 

“Don’t worry baby, you barely get above thirty miles an hour in this part of the city,” the woman smiles comfortingly. 

“Besides, that’s not our preferred variety of restraint,” Jensen adds with a deep chuckle, and Katie’s eyes slam onto the older man, watching transfixed as he flicks up the hem of his jacket to reach for his belt, undoing the buckle with a knowing smirk as he holds Katie’s gaze. “Is it too corny to use the stoplight safewords if we’re in an actual car?” 

Even though he phrases the question out loud, it sounds more like the thought is for himself than for the girls to respond to; that is until he looks squarely back at Katie, belt-buckle in his palm as he wraps the leather sinuously around his fingers, and waits for her reply. 

“Oh,” she mumbles, feeling her cheeks colour in a flush of embarrassment. “Uh, no, not corny,” Katie shrugs and gives him a small smile. 

“That’s ‘no, Sir’, right, baby?” Danneel’s voice drapes over Katie’s ears as she leans in close, sliding her arms around the woman’s waist, the small, icy-cold bottle of champagne pressing into her middle and making Katie shiver in the redhead’s arms. 

“No, Sir,” Katie corrects herself, gaze flicking momentarily to Jensen, who’s now undoing the button on his jacket and the first few buttons of the white linen shirt he’s wearing underneath. 

“Good girl,” Danneel whispers against her ear, bringing the champagne up to Katie’s lips like a reward and offering her a sip. Katie drinks, the cold feeling soothing against the burning skin of her lips, and the bubbles going straight to her head. 

“Christ, you two are beautiful together,” Jensen groans lightly, sinking back in his seat and letting his legs drop open, so the heavy bulge in his trousers becomes immediately obvious. “Such pretty lips…” he trails off, eyeing Danneel over Katie’s shoulder, clearly communicating in some sort of short hand they’ve worked out together over their years of marriage. 

Danneel’s fingers tuck under Katie’s chin and turn their faces towards each other, the warm brown of Katie’s irises almost entirely swallowed by her pupils meeting the smoky caramel of the older woman’s eyes for the briefest of moments before both sets of lashes flutter shut and their lips glide softly together. Katie can feel the minty tingle of Danneel’s lipgloss on the tip of her tongue as it darts out to taste the other woman on pure instinct, her body hungry for every new sensation it can consume, wanting to savour every moment of this incomprehensible experience. 

When they break apart, Katie is gasping lightly and Danneel is laughing under her breath as the redhead begins to kiss down her neck, brushing away the brown hair that she’s just pulled out of its ponytail. 

“So, what do you want her to do first?” Jensen grunts, bringing Katie’s attention back to the man watching their show, and she feels her heart start to hammer against its rib-bone prison so hard she’s surprised it’s not audible to the whole car. 

“Well,” Danneel muses, her lips still dancing across the exposed skin of Katie’s collarbones, “I know we promised to make the poor thing scream so loud half of New York could hear her.” Katie shudders under the redhead’s ministrations as her fingers begin to drift lower than her lips, fiddling with the buttons at the bottom of her blouse where it’s tucked into her skirt. “But the Kama Sutra says that anyone expecting to receive pleasure should focus on giving it first; so I think I want to watch you fucking her throat until you’re ready to cum…”

Danneel pulls off Katie and turns to her husband with a wicked smile that he echoes with eerie accuracy. 

“And let me guess–” Jensen’s mouth curls into a smug, expectant expression that barely covers the grunt he emits as he tears into his pants while Danneel shoves Katie to the floor of the car and makes her crawl between Jensen’s legs, “–you want me to cum all over your cunt, dontcha, sweetheart?”

“Mmhmm,” Danneel simpers happily, positioning herself behind Katie and gathering her hair back for her as Jensen pulls his cock into view, letting it spring up and tap precum against their sub’s lips. “And then she gets to clean me up with that talented little tongue,” the redhead coos excitedly, pushing Katie down towards her husband’s cock eagerly.

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