He helped Natalie to her feet. Her pink lipstick was nearly gone, one last smudge at the corner of her mouth. Lincoln licked it off. Ah, God, how the brief contact made his heart race. He cupped her throat in his hand, his fingers along her jaw, and held her for his kiss, touching her nowhere else.
The first taste was laced with mint toothpaste that could have been a lingering hint of Van. Then it was all her. Christ. She was sweet like the wine he’d given her, her lips soft and moist from the boy’s kiss, her breath already quickened. He took her lips, her mouth, her tongue as if she were a battle prize. Grabbing his biceps, she rose on her toes, her breasts to his chest, her moan soundless, vibrating inside him close to his heart.
When he set her down, she gasped for breath, the last of her lipstick gone, and her lips a lush, voluptuous red. He turned just his head to look at Van. “That’s how you kiss a woman, slave.”
“Yes, Master.” Van’s eyes flashed.
Lincoln slid his fingers down her arm, his other hand a tad shaky with the aftereffect of her kiss. “The spreader bar, my dear?”
She nodded, her gaze slightly dazed.
“Good. I want to see you truss him up like a pig ready to roast.”
That made her laugh, restored her equilibrium. He liked that he’d stolen it from her for a moment. She touched one of the rings on the side of the table by Van’s left hand. “And two sets of handcuffs.”
Van groaned with anticipation.
“As you wish, my sweet.” Lincoln returned to her side with the requested implements. For women, he preferred fur-lined. For men, straight leather restraints with buckles.
“We’ll do his hands first.” She fumbled with the two buckles on the left hand, but her tongue peeped out as she found her rhythm on Van’s right.
Lincoln watched the boy watch her. There was a newness, a light in his gaze, as if he was appreciating her for the first time.
She stood back to admire her handiwork, smiled to herself. “Perfect.” Then she just as quickly looked at Lincoln for verification.
She’d never needed that in the office. At least not until the last week.
Instead of answering, he held up the spreader bar, manacles attached, raised one brow, and grinned wickedly.
She gripped it in both hands, arms out straight, eyeing Van from head to bare ass. “This will fit perfectly, slave,” she told him, trailing his side, a manacle sweeping along his spine, then down the crack of his ass until she stood behind him.
Lincoln followed, came up close behind her. The kid’s hard cock and bulging testicles hung between his legs like a stallion. His backside was hairless and smooth.
“Spread his legs,” Lincoln murmured, caressing her with his voice, his breath, his body so close to hers, and his fingers down both her arms.
She knocked the kid’s feet out, and he adjusted his knees, his cock dangling closer to the padded table. Laying the bar between his ankles, she fastened one manacle, then the other. “I hope you have keys for these.”
Lincoln laughed. “Maybe I’ll let the slave have the key in the morning.” He slapped Van’s ass, leaving a handprint. “If he’s a very good boy and pleases you.”
Between his legs, the boy’s cock jerked.
“Ooh,” Natalie said. “He likes that.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder and looked back at Lincoln. “We’re going to need the paddle, too.”
He jumped to, enjoying that she improvised.
“And bring the dildo.”
Grabbing both dildo and suction cock, plus the paddle and a bottle of lube, he turned to find her trailing a hand along the young man’s side, moving to the front once more. Van’s skin rippled and shivered beneath her touch.
Natalie took each offering from his hand, setting them one at a time between Van’s cuffed hands as Lincoln laid the paddle on the table beneath the kid’s belly.
“A dildo for your ass.” She tipped Van’s chin, forcing his gaze to hers. “Do you want the small end or the big one?”
“The big one, Mistress, but please be careful with my ass.” His voice trembled, more from excitement than fear.
She glared at him. “Do not presume to tell me what to do. I asked you a question and I expect only one answer.”
He gulped, then a moan rose from his throat. “The big one, please, Mistress.”
“That’s better.” She forced his head down again.
Oh, she was a quick study.
Picking up the fat rubber cock, she suctioned it to the center of the narrow metal shelf running along the front of the table. “Can you reach that, slave?” Again, she forced Van’s head down. “Open your mouth.” He obeyed and the cock slid between his lips. “Good boy,” she whispered.
Lincoln felt the effect of her voice along his own cock.
“Not too much fun, yet, naughty slave,” she quipped as Van sucked on the fake cock. She pulled him up by his hair.
The kid licked his lips as if he’d tasted real come, then smiled. Hell, this was becoming fun.
Lincoln wrapped his arm around Natalie’s waist and hauled her up against his body, his cock riding the base of her spine. Leaning his chin on her shoulder, he closed his eyes and drew in a breath, steeping himself in her scent. “So, slave, do you think your mistress is wet?”
Van grinned and wagged his head. “Oh yeah, Master.”
“I think we should find out, don’t you?”
The kid’s eyes gleamed. “Definitely, Master.”
Natalie squeaked as Lincoln bunched the pleated skirt, raising it to the top of her white panties. “Do you like this, slave?”
Van nodded his head, his tongue out like a panting dog.
Nudging a knee between her legs, Lincoln slipped a hand beneath the elastic waistband, tunneling down to her pussy. Natalie squirmed. His cock pulsed, greedily wanting more. Then he slid between her delicate lips, grazed her clit, and drew a finger up inside her.
She sighed, her head falling back on his shoulder, eyes open to gaze at Van’s reaction. Lincoln shoved his other hand inside the soft white cotton, rubbing her clit. She moved with his stroke. The kid watched every jerk and twist of her body.
Lincoln withdrew one hand, the other still working her clit, and shoved his finger in the kid’s mouth. “Taste her.”
Van sucked on his finger like it was a cock. Groaned. Tasting her sweet juice mingled with the salt of male skin.
“Oh God.” Beneath Lincoln’s hand, Natalie trembled and moaned, her backside cupping his cock. “Oh my God.” Her voice rose, then her thighs clamped around his hand, and she came hard.
Lincoln closed his eyes, savoring the feel of her skin and every buck of her body as she collapsed against him. Holding Natalie Beaumonde in his arms as she climaxed was the closest to heaven he’d ever been.
Chapter Eight
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“Did you like watching your mistress come?” Lincoln’s deep voice rumbled against her back. If he hadn’t been holding her, Natalie would have fallen.
“Fuckin’ A, Master. It was so fucking hot. And she tasted so sweet on your finger.”
Along with Lincoln’s touch, Van’s words melted her. He’d never talked that way before. If he’d fed her all along like that, would she have been so demoralized by the dominatrix?
It almost didn’t matter. Surrounded by Lincoln’s scent, his warmth, feeling his desire at her back, Van’s words were just the icing, whereas Lincoln was the whole cake.
“Fuck him, baby. I need to watch you.” Lincoln murmured the words into her hair, with Van close enough to hear.
Van’s nostrils twitched, his eyes blazed a deep flame blue, and muscles rippled along his body. He was like an animal poised and ready. But she wanted to fuck him because Lincoln needed it. Even as she had the thought, Lincoln ran his hand down her arm, leaned their bodies forward as one, and closed her fingers around the black dildo she’d chosen.
“Big end,” he directed.
She allowed herself a delicious shiver, his body c
aressing her from shoulders to rump, his cock pulsing with a life of its own against the bottom of her spine.
Then she tipped Van’s chin with the crown of the big cock. “Prepare to be fucked like you’ve never been fucked before, slave.” There, that was power. He gulped, then nodded eagerly.
This was new, exciting. Especially with Lincoln as her partner.
She left his warmth for Van’s backside. “I have to admit he has an amazing ass,” she said conversationally.
Lincoln laughed. She’d thought he would have taken a seat on the sofa for the show, but instead, he once again stood right behind her, his hand beneath the fall of hair at her shoulder.
“I’ve never done this before,” she whispered, this time for his ears only.
He laid his cheek against the side of her head. “Use lube. Go slowly. You’ll be perfect.” Reaching around her, he held the bottle aloft, letting lube pour down the crack of Van’s ass.
“Ooh, Mistress,” Van cooed. “That feels so good.”
He’d never been so vocal with her. Gripping the dildo’s small end, she spread his cheeks, his ass beckoning her. Well, here goes. She ran the fat end back and forth against his hole, coating it in lube.
Van moaned and pushed against the silicon tip. “Oh Mistress, yes.”
“He wants it.” Lincoln ran both hands up beneath her skirt, caressing her flanks. “Give it to him, baby.”
She wanted to close her eyes and relish the endearment. Instead, she gave both men what they wanted and penetrated Van’s ass. The head slipped in with a little pop, and Van groaned, going down on his elbows to push his butt higher for her.
“Do you like this, slave?”
“Yes, yes, Mistress. I love it. Fuck me.”
She followed Lincoln’s instructions, pushing slowly, backing out, going only a tiny bit deeper with the next glide.
“So perfect, baby.” Lincoln praised her.
She didn’t know which she loved more, the power of taking a man or Lincoln’s voice at her ear. She pumped a little harder, a little deeper, a little faster, and a collective moan seemed to fill the room. Under her skirt, Lincoln eased his fingers along the edge of her panties, slowly, inexorably pulling them over her hips. Van pushed back and took the dildo halfway. Natalie’s panties stuck to her damp pussy before pulling away as Lincoln slid them all the way down her legs. It was the most erotic, exotic sensation as he lifted one foot then the other to remove the lingerie, all as she fucked Van. Only a couple of inches were left before the black cock would fill him completely. He rocked and moaned. Lincoln’s hand stroked down the crease of her butt. He kicked her legs wider, entering her pussy from behind with two fingers.
Oh my Lord. Natalie gritted her teeth. “That is so good.”
“Yes, yes, oh Mistress, you fuck me so good.”
Did it matter that Van couldn’t see what Lincoln was doing? She rocked her bottom in time with her hand. And the dildo went deep, all the way.
“Ahhh.” Van no longer had words. Just sounds. Just moves.
“Stroke his cock at the same time,” Lincoln ordered.
Natalie reached between Van’s legs, her fingers slippery from the lube, and jerked Van’s impossibly hard cock in her hand as Lincoln’s touch turned her mindless.
“Oh God,” she cried, her pussy contracting. “I’m going to come again.”
And Lincoln withdrew. She almost shrieked. Then his voice at her ear, “Not yet, baby. The last orgasm took the edge off. Now I’m going to build you back up, over and over before I let you come again.”
Just as he had all night and all day by making her play with herself without coming. She’d forgotten she wasn’t supposed to do so without his permission. But then he’d forced that climax out of her. That was permission in itself.
Besides, there was something else she was supposed to make Van do. Her mind seemed a little fogged. Oh yeah, he was supposed to suck the rubber cock.
But she wanted to be able to see. She was as ambidextrous as the dominatrix, and she did just exactly what she’d seen that lady doing, holding the dildo while moving to Van’s side without missing a beat.
“Oh God…oh God…Mistress, please let me come.”
Natalie liked the begging. But that required punishment. At least, she decided it did. “Lincoln, he’s not supposed to ask for anything. Paddle his ass.”
Lincoln swatted hers once as he passed. Her heart soared. She loved it all. The games, the attention, the sexy banter, the sex itself.
The echo of a solid paddle whack on Van’s butt cheek filled the room. Between the paddle and the dildo Natalie pumped, Van groaned, shuddered, bowed his head, then whispered reverently, “Oh Master.” He didn’t beg for another swat, but they both knew he wanted it.
Natalie eyed Lincoln, gave him a slight nod. His eyes darkened and the corners of his mouth tipped up. He stroked her hand, touching her fingers where she gripped the toy. It was those little caresses he gave her over and over that set her heart racing. Then he administered another whack that rippled through Van’s butt and halfway up his back.
“Oh God.” Van moaned. “You can’t know how good this is. How perfect. Mistress, I adore you. Thank you so much for this exquisite punishment for my transgressions.”
Van’s words trapped her breath in her chest. How she’d needed to hear that tone in his voice, his wild sounds. Natalie wanted the game to go on and on. “We’re not done yet, slave.”
She pushed her fingers through his long hair, forcing his head down. “Suck that cock, slave. I want to see if you can do it as well as I can.”
“Oh Mistress, you are so perfect at sucking cock.” Then Van devoured the toy suctioned in front of him.
Natalie wasn’t so sure about his praise. He’d never said it before, he’d never groaned and moaned the way he had tonight. He usually shoved her away before he came, rolled her under his body, and took her. Sometimes she didn’t even have an orgasm.
She knew in her heart that until tonight, she’d never fully satisfied him. And he’d never fully satisfied her.
As if he could read her mind, or the hurt showed on her face, Lincoln slapped the paddle hard against Van’s ass, the sound reverberating through room, eliciting another moan.
Natalie turned her face to Lincoln.
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He wanted to punch the kid’s lights out. Her pretty eyes had suddenly gone bleak, the green washed out of them. Instead of feeling good for her, Van’s compliment reminded her of all the times she hadn’t been good enough.
He stilled her hand, grabbed her chin. “I’ll go fucking crazy if you don’t suck my cock right now.”
She stared, as if she couldn’t quite comprehend.
“I want him to see how a real woman sucks cock, how she takes care of her man.”
She sighed, her eyelids drooped seductively, and she smiled for him, even if it was slight. “Yes, Lincoln.”
His heart flipped over. “Undo him.” He pointed to the buckles at Van’s hands. She relinquished the dildo, and Lincoln held it in place while Van squirmed, trying to take it deep again. Oh yeah, he was going to make the little worm wriggle.
When the kid’s hands were free, Lincoln barked the next order. “Sit up and hold this dildo in your ass while I undo the manacles.”
“Why are you undoing his feet?” Natalie wanted to know.
“You’ll see.”
The kid rocked back on his haunches, holding the dildo, working it gently to keep himself on edge. Lincoln undid the spreader bar and set it aside. “Get in the middle of the room, slave, on your knees. Do not remove the dildo and do not take off the cock ring.”
Van climbed down, going once again to his haunches, heels to his ass, the dildo secured deftly between his feet as he rocked on it. His cock stood high, his balls tight. Lincoln had used the leather cock ring’s loosest snap, but it shouldn’t be left on overly long. They had time, though.
He shoved the table against the wall, toed off his shoes, then stood facin
g Van. “Undress me, Natalie.”
She licked her lips, met his gaze, and he was sure she didn’t understand what he intended. Lincoln didn’t care. His skin buzzed, his blood burned, and his cock was so damn hard and aching, he wanted to bury himself deep inside her. He’d start with her mouth. He’d start with a lesson for the kid on how to show a woman she was desirable.
Yet her fingers at his waist, brushing his cock, were almost his undoing. Closing his eyes, he tipped his head back, gritted his teeth and groaned. “Christ, baby, you make me crazy.”
There was only the sound of his zipper and harsh breathing—his, the kid’s, and her soft sigh. Shoving his jeans over his hips, she gasped, and he was man enough to appreciate the awe in her voice. Then she pushed everything down his legs, her breath fanning his cock, making it jump in anticipation. Just as he had helped her step out of her panties, she raised first one of his feet, then the other, freeing him of his clothes and his restraint.
He looked then, at her, gorgeous on her knees, head tipped back to meet his gaze, at her ex-boyfriend, gently rocking his ass on the dildo. The need to touch overcame him, and Lincoln buried his hands in Natalie’s hair. “Take off your blouse and bra, but leave the skirt.”
She followed his instructions, revealing skin pink-tinged with desire and nipples peaked and suckable. She was so beautiful in supplication before him.
Then he narrowed his eyes at Van. “Tell your mistress you need to learn how to suck cock from her because your skills are not worthy.”
Something flickered in the kid’s eyes. Fear, a little. He most assuredly could read the ire in Lincoln’s gaze. Jealousy, yeah. Van hadn’t figured out what their relationship was yet, didn’t know Natalie worked for him. Didn’t understand that Lincoln was her master.
Lincoln was about to show him everything.
He beat Van into submission with nothing more than a look and the boy’s own nasty desires.
Van did the perfect downcast gaze. “Mistress, I beg you to suck the master’s cock. Please show me how perfect you are, teach me. I will be eternally grateful to you, Mistress. Please, I beg you.” He glanced at Lincoln for approval.
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