Two Plus Two is Three (R,H,T)

While Richard’s friends had been on their own adventures learning about each other, Hazel was relaxing with the Turners. It’d been a quiet morning after the initial problems had been solved. The three had sat together, watching Helena’s favorite show. Lunch appeared on his desk for them by surprise at one point, and it felt sweet when Hazel saw what it was.

It was the same as what had been served on the lunch before her date, a relatively simple chicken breast with green beans almondine. She wasn’t sure if her partner remembered why it was here, but she’d never forget. It was one of several things that regularly cycled through the menu of the company cafeteria. It was what her new boss had ordered to be brought up for them both on her first day while they'd been busy designing the tower’s new security system. It’d been there when they started together, and there was something nice about it being there at the start of their next chapter as well.

They’d taken the food to the kitchen to eat. Mr.Turner was clearly uncertain as the time that they’d need to enact his plan was drawing closer. He’d been firm; adamant and persistent when Ms.Turner had been putting herself in danger. But while they were in the in-between state of her still having the sword hanging over her, he looked pained at having to sit in the moment.

She decided to start moving events forward. “I know we’re not done with the first season, but it might be a good time to begin your proposal, Sir.”

She watched him visibly relax at the push. “I think that’s a good idea. Do one of you have her mask?”

“I do.” Helena answered. She’d slipped out and retrieved it from the Arrow Cottage at one point when she’d said she was heading to the bathroom.

“Good.”

Hazel took Helena’s hand under the table and they rose together. “Sir, if it’s alright we’ll head in to undress. I’ll come get you when we’re ready.”

***

The two women were in his bedroom, facing each other. They were each in their suits. Hazel’s was loose in areas, designed to stretch and hide weapons in. Helena’s was the opposite, tight and closely tailored. Hazel’s was black, able to fit in among the staff at any formal event. Helena’s was an oxford blue, and Hazel had picked it out herself when an older suit had become too bloodstained to wear and she’d been sent out to purchase a replacement.

But the differences between their suits mattered less once they were on the floor. They stripped down to their underclothes. Her boss had been sneaking furtive glances at her. It was cute, really. She’s known me for so long, and suddenly acting shy? She knew this wasn’t Helena’s first time, she’d helped her get ready for dates before.

“Should you go get him?” Helena asked. She had moved a few feet to the space between his bed and the wall. She was clutching her mask tightly.

“I can, if that’s what you really wanted me to do. But I was thinking that we could do something else first.” Hazel answered, moving closer to close the gap between them.

“Something else?”

“Something else.” Hazel repeated. She leaned over her boss, pressing her firm right arm against the wall. She used her left hand to trace up from Helena’s shoulder, up past the string of her camisole, to her neck. She used her left thumb to gently guide her new girlfriend’s head up to meet her. “May I?” She asked.

Helena could only nod, caught off guard and aroused by the side of Hazel she’d never seen directed towards her.

But that wasn’t enough. “Ma’am, I need clearer directions than that.” She said with a wolfish smirk. She took her thumb off of Helena’s chin so she could grasp the back of her neck. “May I? I need you to use your words this time.”

“Yes. Oh God, yes.”

So Hazel leaned in even closer, kissing Helena deeply. She was surprised when she felt her boss’ tongue reach out to explore, but she accepted it, returning it and letting them dance. She took her hand out of Helena’s auburn hair and brought it all the way down to her ass. Helena’s breath caught as her ass was squeezed. I wish I could’ve done this out on the tennis court with her.

They both let go and took a gasping breath.

Hazel Singh, +1 BP (Kiss) (Marraine)

Hazel Singh, +1 BP (French Kiss) (Marraine)

Helena Turner, +1 BP (Kiss) (Marraine)

Helena Turner, +1 BP (French Kiss) (Marraine)

“We should move to the bed.” Hel suggested.

“We should.” Hazel agreed. “But I wanted to talk to you first about something important.”

Her partner sharpened. “Yes?”

“When you were saying that you had planned for me… you were right and wrong. Yes, I am going to be Richard’s. I liked the one date I’ve had with him so far, and I already trusted him. I’m looking forward to being with him.

"But you don’t get to decide that anymore, if we can work. You can’t make decisions for me like we do everyone else. I’m yours, but you would be Mine too. You can break up with me, if this doesn’t work down the line. But we need to make that decision together. Above all, you don’t get to give me away.”

“I’m sorry. I should have thought about that. For you, never again.” Her heart sank, realizing that she had done what her bodyguard had grown used to for too long.

But as always, Hazel was ready to pick her up as she fell. “Thank you.” She spoke softly, growing close to Hel again and running her fingers through the short hair. “You wanted to move to the bed?”

Helena tried to return the caress, touching and testing her bodyguard’s waist, her hips, her ass. Hazel’s butt was slightly smaller than her own, but it was more toned, muscular, and firm.

They moved together to the bed. Neither of them had been sure what it would look like once they were there, but Helena found it in herself to take the reins back for a moment after letting the situation be driven by the other woman. She slid down the Indian woman’s panties and stood back up to kiss her again, guiding her to the sit at the edge of the bed. Wordlessly, she spread Hazel’s legs.

She let her fingers trace across the muscles of her bodyguard’s legs, into Hazel’s inner thigh. She parted her lower lips and delved in with her tongue, drinking of her assistant.

She listened as Hazel gasped above her, letting her fingers trace the edges while her tongue explored deeper. This was better than tennis, more relaxing than the gun range. She lapped at Hazel’s juices and felt her legs twitch.

Helena felt Hazel’s hand on the back of her head, pushing her in deeper. She felt herself grow damp as Hazel directed her. Neither of them were saying a word; Hel’s mouth was too busy and Hazel was too distracted to do anything but moan. The sound of Hazel growing closer was all that filled the room until she cried out, cumming from her boss’ ministrations.

Helena Turner, +1 BP (Oral) (Marraine)

After she recovered, she looked down, wiping her cum off of Helena’s chin. “My turn.” They switched places and Hazel took the mask out of the suit pocket it’d been left in, gently placing it over Helena’s eyes.That was where the gentleness ended for a time.

Hazel dove in hungrily, tasting the woman she had pined for. As she’d been holding onto Helena’s head a moment ago, she grabbed the other woman’s ass and squeezed, harder than during their foreplay. Helena had been slow, experimental after trying to avoid thinking about something like this since the day they’d met. Hazel was driving things fast, knowing perfectly well what she wanted to do after spending the past few years fantasizing about it.

For Helena on the other end now, it was exhilirating. When she’d been with men or women before, she’d never been able to fully enjoy herself. She’d never been able to trust fully anyone she’d been with in years. But she knew that she could trust Hazel, more than anyone else. She could let go, if just for a moment.

Her scream could be heard through the house.

Hazel Singh, +1 BP (Oral) (Marraine)

As her mind came back, she heard Hazel whisper. “I’ll clean up and be right back.”

***

Richard had heard things while they were gone. He’d been trying to be respectful, but he could only do so much to prevent his mind from wandering. Hazel and his stepsister had certainly been…busy, that he knew. Beyond that he was doing his best not to question.

Hazel came into the kitchen, looking demure and respectful. She was down to her white undershirt, everything else missing. What did Hel do to make her scream like that? He caught himself. That’s exactly the type of thing I can’t think about.

“Thank you for waiting, Sir. Are you ready to come in?”

He hesitated. “I assume the two of you have worked out where you are comfortable with me being involved?”

She nodded, quietly confident. “Yes, Sir. She expects you to be there, but will be trying to avoid engaging with you. I will direct my attention towards her, but will be open to what you are interested in. You can do whatever you want, as long as I can still keep her focus.”

He nodded, trying to consider everything.

“I know this is a lot. It’s not how I imagined my first time with either of you to go.” She said.

“What did you imagine?”

“For us, Sir? Maybe something slow in here or in your bedroom the first time, exploring how we fit together. But we can always do that next time.”

“I’d like that.”

“Good.” She gave him a peck on the cheek before going into the bedroom with him.

Helena was sitting on the bed, waiting quietly for them. Her night mask was on and she was down to the same state of undress as Hazel, though that changed when Hazel pulled off her own undershirt. She soaked in the attention as she watched Mr.Turner’s eyes snap from Helena to her. It was just like when she’d worn her black dress to her date.

Hazel Singh, +5VP (Nude for Master)

“Ready?” She silently mouthed to him.

He nodded.

So this is really happening then. Both of them. Not letting the situation get to her, she approached her boss. Her partner. “I’m back.” She said gently. Hooking her fingers under the camisole she said a little less gently: “Let’s get this off.” And it came off, Helena cooperating.

Helena Turner, +5VP (Nude for Master)

“Can you sit further back for me?” Hazel whispered in his stepsister’s ear. As he watched Helena scoot back obediently, he wondered for a moment if he’d been wrong about who the scream had come from. I definitely shouldn’t go further down that train of thought.

With the space opened up on the bed, the Indian woman crawled into the space left at the edge of the bed. He was reminded of when she’d taken in the crawling transformation and used it to tease him while she’d been half-dressed.

Hazel knew that with the blindfold on, her boss couldn’t see a thing. So while she used her left arm to hold onto Ms.Turner’s succulent thigh and steady herself, she used her right hand to take her cheek, angling her for a kiss. Helena was eager, and Hazel was hungry. They kissed once more, the redhead making it into a french kiss again.

The kiss broke, and after kissing twice more lightly, Hazel drew back to turn her head and make eye contact with him. Sure that he was paying attention, she arched her back into the doggy style position for him and turned back to making out with his stepsister.

He got the message and quietly stripped. He’d been hard since Hazel came into the kitchen, nearly naked and obviously having already been active. After placing his hands on the firm curves of her ass to let her know he was there, he entered her.

Helena could sense when Richard got involved. Hazel’s breath had caught and they’d been pushed together as his cock joined them. She hadn’t been able to see most of what was happening the past fifteen minutes, just relying on Hazel, but the push made things easier, helped her feel out where her partner was. With Hazel’s hands being used to steady both of them, Hel let her hands wander, exploring. She found Hazel’s shoulder and worked her way along her chest, teasing her nipples and smiling at the little noises she heard in response. Hazel needed to adjust to avoid being **** off balance by the sensation coming from both ends; Helena’s teasing from the front and Richard’s dick steadily pumping in and out from behind her threatened to overwhelm her.

On Helena’s part, all this was easier than she’d expected. She knew Richard was there with her. But with the blindfold on, she could pretend otherwise. He’s with Hazel. Hazel is with me. Those have nothing to do with each other.

Hazel had lost control of the situation. She’d wanted to give up some control, but she could barely think. Not wanting to be the first one to cum, she stopped working to balance herself and dove down, back into Helena’s snatch.

Now it was Helena that had to stabilize herself. She put one hand on the bed and the other to her forehead, trying not to scream again.

Helena Turner, +2VP (Orgasmed in front of the Master)

Hazel felt her partner go limp. Richard was still pumping inside her, and his grip on her ass had tightened while she’d been focusing on his stepsister. She let herself fall in and ride the sensation, letting him take her the rest of the way. As she felt him spurt into her from behind, she slid forward on top of Helena, the other woman offering a tired embrace.

Hazel Singh, +10 VP (Sex)

Hazel Singh, +5 VP (Threesome Bonus)

Helena Turner, +5 VP (Threesome Bonus)

Unlike usual, Richard had been trying to be quiet during sex. He’d listened, and did his best not to watch too closely. What he had heard and seen had driven him closer until Hazel had taken him over the edge.

He found his clothes. His phone was waiting for him with a text from Genet:

Good job all of you, on your first threesome. You three can do whatever you want to wind back down, I’ll be over to bring you dinner in person.

***

He’d given both of them privacy to change, and once they were dressed they’d finished the first season of Helena’s show. As the credits rolled on the season finale, they heard a knocking at the front door, followed by Genet’s voice. She was back to her usual exuberance and letting them know that she was going to set the casserole dish and wine she’d brought down on the kitchen table. When they came in, both the Turners saw a familiar dish waiting for them on the table.

Maria’s Osso Buco was sitting there. The lamb flanks looked as moist and tender as he remembered, sitting in the mixture of wine and veggies they’d been cooked in. He knew it was his mother’s Osso Buco because of the cubed pancetta mixed in with the carrots and onions, that’d been something she’d decided to try one day because she’d run out of olive oil aand the recipe needed a little more fat.

“I’m glad you like it.” Genet said, looking over the two of them. “Stella and I spent most of the afternoon on this, I think I might try the recipe with my husband next time I see him if I can get your permission.”

“Go ahead.” Helena approved, too distracted to really pay attention. “Thank you.”

“Of course. Do you mind if I see you in the hallway for a moment?”

Looking longingly at the Osso Buco for a moment more, she followed their host into the hall while her girlfriend and step-brother got out plates and cups for dinner. “What is it?”

“So you're aware that anyone can choose to upgrade one of their transformations for three BP?” Genet asked.

“I remember Stella had been debating it. You wanted me to consider going to the tower tomorrow?”

“I can do it for you right now if you want. I don’t normally allow it because I want people to take the time to make the decision, but I think it’d be good for you to upgrade On my Hands and Knees.”

“What would it do?”

“I can’t tell you.” Genet said straight-faced.

“I…” Helena sighed. “I appreciate what you did with the Osso Buco, and I promised to fight you less, but I can’t commit to something like this if you won’t tell me what I’m buying.”

“It’s not that I won’t, it’s that I can’t.” Genet repeated.

“Your producer is fucking with you again?”

“Yes. He doesn’t want you knowing what I’m offering you. Doesn't that seem like a good sign?”

Hopefully he doesn’t become a pattern. “Fine. But I’m trusting you on this.”

“You won’t regret this.” Genet pulled her bag out of thin air, then pulled out a choker with a collar necklace and an attachable leash. Both were black silk, with a silver loop attached to the choker where the leash could be clipped on. “I’d like to show you the upgrade: On my Hands and Knees, Ready for Walkies. While you are wearing one end and someone else is holding the other, you get to ignore the walking restriction. You’ll love it, I modeled it after a collar my boyfriend and I use sometimes.”

“You…you just made me buy a collar for you to put on me?”

“I would never.” Genet assured her, before thinking about it. “I wouldn't unless you asked me to. But while I know you currently don’t have much interest in me, I think we both know at least one person you might not mind giving the collar. Right?” She wasn’t exactly being subtle.

Helena wanted to argue or look for something to quibble over. But thinking back to Hazel's hand around her neck, she could only make one choice. “Fine, I’ll take it.”

“Wonderful!” She pulled Helena into a big hug, the redhead caught in her bosom, before releasing her and handing her the collar and leash. “I know we got off on the wrong foot several times, but I really am in your corner. I’m ironing out the next transformation list tomorrow, and I got a great idea from what you enjoyed in there.”

“Great.” No transformations would really be preferred.

“Thanks for talking to me, now get back to dinner with your family.” Genet beamed at her again before teleporting away in a puff of smoke, the almond and vanilla of Hazel’s perfume filling the hallway.

Helena looked down at the choker before going back in, trying to decide how she’d explain this to everyone.