by Leah Braemel
Something cold and hard—metallic—touched her right biceps. After a slight tug, it slid to her shoulder and along the seam to her neck. The fabric slithered down her front, baring one breast. She could feel her nipple puckering under the blast of air-conditioned air from a vent above her.
They were cutting her clothes off her? Thank God Mark had brought one of the company tees rather than something from her closet.
The sensation was repeated on her left arm. Soon her top slithered down her belly and came to rest on her bare feet.
“You have real pretty tits, sweet pea. You nipples are like ripe berries waiting to be plucked.”
“She thinks they’re too small,” Mark said with a chuckle.
“And I’m sure Mark’s told you that more than a mouthful’s wasted.”
Heat rose up her neck. Being naked was never a hang-up for her, but being naked in front of another man while Mark watched. Would he be jealous? Or did he not feel the way she would if he was viewing another woman? Maybe he didn’t love her the way she loved him.
A tongue swept over her right nipple, but she couldn’t tell whose. Warm breath moved across her cleavage, then lips laved her left breast, teeth nipping lightly. “Taste as sweet as berries too.”
Fire swirled in her breast and shot straight to her pussy when she realized it was Sam touching her, kissing her. It shouldn’t feel so good to know another man was arousing her when Mark was right there.
Should it?
The cool edge of the knife touched first one hip, then the other, and her pants slid over her ankles.
Two sets of lips kissed her almost reverently—one kissing her belly button, the other feathering down the small of her back.
“You’re beautiful, sweet pea,” Sam whispered from behind. “You should see how turned on Mark is right now. How much he wants you.”
Warm lips pressed against the back of her neck as a hand cupped her breast. “Isn’t she beautiful, Mark?”
“Oh yeah.” Mark’s voice sounded strained. “I’m so hard I ache, babe.”
“Now be a good little burglar and lift your foot,” Sam said from her left side.
She did and felt the remnants of her clothes being pulled from her ankle.
“Now your right foot,” Mark said from that side.
When she put her foot back down on the ground, two sets of hands wrapped gently around her ankles.
“Spread your legs, babe.”
They fastened the ankle restraints, leaving her standing spread-eagled, unable to move. A fly captured in a spider’s web.
Two sets of hands ran up her calves, her thighs. Fingers parted her cleft, dipped forward into moisture coating her labia, then traced back and circled the tight bud of her rear.
“I’ll bet your ass is so tight my dick’ll feel like it’s been taken to heaven when I’m fucking it, won’t it, sweet pea?” Sam whispered as his finger broached deeper, his breath a warm caress against her ass. A hiss of indrawn breath revealed Mark’s location.
The idea of someone else—of Sam—fucking her while Mark watched sent volatile fireballs to every nerve ending in both her pussy and her ass. How could she have considered leaving earlier?
“Punishment time, Jodi,” Mark whispered in her ear. Her heart immediately raced as if she’d been running.
A marathon.
Up the side of a mountain.
The sharp whistling sound of…what was that? It reminded her of a whip, or a belt arcing through the air. Her butt tightened at the thought of being paddled or spanked as her punishment.
“Now, sweet pea, we’re going to play a game. If you guess correctly, you get rewarded. If you guess incorrectly, you’ll be punished.”
“What do I have to do?”
Lips touched hers. Lips tasting of cigar smoke. “You have to guess which one of us—”
“—is doing what to you,” Mark finished, nibbling just below her ear.
“Someone’s gonna touch you…”
“When whatever they’re doing stops you have to say who it was.”
They were circling her, trying to confuse her.
“If you get it wrong…”—something whistled through the air, stung her ass in a thin line—“then you’ll be punished.”
Heat gathered in the cheek where she’d been hit. Mark had only ever used the flat of his hand, but the thin instrument they’d just used focused the sensation, which shot straight to her core. “And if I get it right?”
“Then, sweet pea, you’ll be rewarded.”
“How?”
“You’ll find that out when that happens.”
“But you have to get one right, first.”
“And to make it a bit more of a challenge for you, your time will be limited.” Someone’s palm—Mark’s she guessed—smacked flat against her ass again, blurring the thin line of heat from the last hit. “Hmm. She liked your riding crop better. You know, I think I might try out some of your toys.”
“Be my guest, there’s enough to choose from,” Sam said with a chuckle.
Jodi wiggled her ass in anticipation.
“Oh, and, sweet pea? If you don’t answer quick enough, you’ll be punished no matter what your answer.”
She heard the sound of something rattle, then snapped through the air. Was that a… It sounded like it had multiple tails. A flogger?
“Are you prepared to accept our punishment?” Mark asked.
“Yes.” More than ready. Cream leaked down her thigh in a torturous tickle.
Seconds later, a hand caressed her left breast. Cool but gentle fingers tweaked her nipple. She rolled her head back, arching at the sensation when a tongue swirled across her other taut peak, teeth nipping lightly. The hint of cigar wafted up. A smile curled her lips—she would soon find out what her reward would be.
Too soon the touching, the licking, stopped. The sudden lack of contact left her panting, wanting more.
“Time to guess, Jodi,” Mark said from her left side. “Was it me?”
“Or me,” Sam whispered from her right side.
A wicked thought occurred to her; she struggled to stop her smile from showing. She enjoyed Mark punishing her, and the anticipation of discovering what rewards they had planned would be that much more intense. Besides she always did prefer being the bad girl to the good.
“Mark.”
“Wrong!”
Even though she was expecting it she jumped when the flogger whistled and cracked with a thwack against her tender skin. The heat in her buttocks spread straight to her pussy.
“I’m not sure she thought that a punishment, ol’ buddy,” Sam said with a chuckle.
A large warm palm flattened over her belly, fingers spread wide, played with her belly button ring. They moved lower, parting her labia. Hot breath tickled her navel as someone kneeling in front of her exhaled. A finger—or was that a thumb?—rubbed beside the sensitive bundle of nerves that ached to be touched, slipped around it, below, never satisfying her need.
“Please,” she whimpered. She squirmed, trying to force the digit over that spot.
The movement stopped, the traitorous hand withdrew She jumped when the crop stung her ass again.
“But I haven’t guessed yet!”
“You moved. That’s against the rules,” Mark said from her right.
“You will stand still when we touch you, or we will leave you hanging there and not touch you again,” Sam said from her left. “Now tell us who it was who made you so needy?”
She tried to guess who it might have been…
“Tick tock, sweet pea.”
…there had been no scent of cigar, no creak of leather…
“Five, four, three—”
“Mark!”
Sam heaved a long sigh, and from the sound, she got the feeling he was shaking his head.
“It wasn’t?” Wouldn’t she have been spanked for guessing wrong?
“No, sweet pea, you were right, but I’m disappointed that you’ve not credited me
yet.” He let out another dramatic sigh.
“You still owe me a reward,” she reminded him.
“You’re right, we do.”
After a moment, she sensed movement—someone knelt directly in front of her. Warm breath caressed her breast, a tongue swiped over one nipple then drew it into his mouth and began to suckle. One hand caressed her ass, another slipped between her legs. A finger slid inside. A second. Then a third, fucking her until every nerve ending inside her threatened to burst into flame. She nearly cried when they withdrew.
“Let’s see what you can earn next,” Mark said.
Calloused hands caressed her ass, broad fingers parted her cheeks. A tongue laved from front to back, rimming her.
“Sam.”
Someone—Mark? or Sam?—sucked her nipples as a finger trailed through her cream, drew it back along her ass. It circled her tight bud then nudged inside, waiting as her muscles adjusted to the invasion. Her suspicion that it was Sam was confirmed when rough stubble abraded her inner thighs. Sam tongued the throbbing bundle of nerves, then thrust his tongue into her pussy. A second finger joined the first, stretching her ass wider, then both thrust in time with his tongue. Just as she was ready to leap over the edge, the fingers and mouths withdrew.
Shaking with her need, she cried, “No! Please! I need to come.”
Fire licked in Mark’s belly, tightened like a vise about his chest, as he watched Sam laving Jodi’s clit with a tenderness he hadn’t expected. Watched her arch her back, heard her unsteady breathing, the breathy moan she made in her pleasure.
What the fuck was going on that he’d resent the hell out of his friend for doing exactly what he’d asked him to do? Damn it, he’d been the one who’d approached Sam and yet now he wanted to pull him off Jodi, to ram his fist into Sam’s face.
Sam’s gaze flicked over to him, rested briefly on the flogger in his hand. Mark glanced down and realized he’d gripped it so hard his knuckles were white.
When Sam resumed tonguing her glistening pussy, Mark took a step back. Closed his eyes so he wouldn’t see how she rotated her hips toward Sam’s mouth. Tried to close his ears to the sound of Jodi’s soft whimpers. Whimpers he wanted to be for him. Only him.
“Please,” Jodi pleaded. “Please, Sam, please let me come. I really need this.”
Mark’s teeth ground so hard, he swore sparks would shoot from his mouth. She should be begging him to make her come, not Sam. What made him think Jodi was someone he could stand by and watch as someone else fucked her?
He opened his eyes to find Sam picking up the crop he’d set down.
“No moving, remember?” Sam gave Mark a curious look as he snapped the crop across Jodi’s ass.
Her thighs quivered as if they tried to close, to press together and ease the ache he heard in her voice.
God, she was so beautiful. So responsive.
Beneath her blindfold, he knew her eyelids would be heavy from sexual arousal. His hand lifted of its own accord, hovered over Jodi’s full bottom lip, wanting to stroke it; his body leaned in until he could feel the heat of her body brush his. He wanted to drop to his knees and kiss the taut, budded nipples, hear her beg for more attention. His attention.
He’d go down on her, taste that wonderful cream streaming down her thighs. Suck on her clit, use his fingers against that spot that he knew drove her insane. He’d bring her to orgasm again and again, and each time she’d scream his name. His name. No one else’s. Ever.
But after he’d gone to Sam and suggested this evening, after he’d convinced Jodi it would be fun, how could he back out? How could he tell Sam to leave? He’d look like a first-class idiot.
“Such a pretty pink ass you’ve got, sweet pea,” Sam said. “And your pussy is so wet it’s dripping down your thighs like Niagara Falls. Hey, Mark, hand me that cloth, will you, buddy?”
When Sam’s large hand caressed her ass and Jodi moaned her approval, Mark’s vision went red.
Chapter Six
“Here you go.” A dark anger reverberated through Mark’s voice, a threatening tone she’d heard only once before—when a suspect had attacked her from behind. She wished she could see his face, see into his eyes and know what he was thinking.
The sound of a scuffle and Mark’s explosive “What the fuck!” had her tugging at her restraints but they held fast. Her vulnerability slapped her harder than any flogging she’d had that night, squeezed the breath from her lungs.
Footsteps—shuffling noises, grunts—came from behind her.
“What the fuck are you doing, Watson? Get off me!”
There was a bang as if someone had been shoved into a wall and a rattling noise as something skittered across the floor.
“Mark! Mark?” Her breath came in short, quick gasps while her legs could barely support her. “Mark, what’s happening? What’s the matter? Sam, what are you doing? Let him go!”
“I’m doing this for your own good, buddy.”
“You hurt Jodi, I’ll fucking kill you, Watson.” The undercurrent of fear in Mark’s voice sent ice cubes tumbling down Jodi’s spine. “I’ll cut off your balls and shove ’em so far down your throat they’ll come out your ass.”
Flesh smacked on flesh and Sam grunted. “Goddamn it, buddy, you’re wrigglier than a greased pig. I’ve just changed up the plan, that’s all.”
Sam’s voice came closer. She pulled back as far as the restraints allowed her, which meant she could barely move.
“Now don’t you fuss there, sweet pea, if that boyfriend of yours would just shut his face for a minute, I think you’ll both agree to my little change of plan.”
Jodi blinked in the light as Sam gently peeled the blindfold from her face.
“It’s all right, honey, I’m not going to hurt you. But you’d better slow down your breathin’ before you pass out.” He cupped her face with his huge hand. “In through your nose and out through your mouth, all right?”
Somewhat dazed that she was trusting him, she followed his direction, forcing air into steel-banded lungs. The trembling in her legs and arms gradually subsided.
“That’s it, sweet pea. Remember, I would never do anything you didn’t want me to do. I’m going to let you free, but first you have to promise to listen to my proposal, all right?”
“Mark?” she asked, forcing air from her lungs. “What have you done with Mark?”
After a moment’s hesitation, Sam moved aside.
Her eyes widened to see Mark lying on a gargantuan bed. Heavy leather straps restrained his arms and legs, spread-eagled until he resembled a prisoner in the dungeon of a medieval castle. Except the bright room she found herself in resembled no medieval castle she’d ever seen.
Mirrors lining the walls and ceiling reflected the bed. Overstuffed multicolored pillows of various shapes were scattered across the floor, dislodged from the bed no doubt by Mark’s struggles. A giant flat-screen television loomed at the end of the bed, a second hung over the headboard, yet another was mounted flat within the mirrored ceiling for the ultimate viewing experience from any angle. A leather sling hung in one corner while chairs and a bench had been grouped by a large unlit fireplace. More cushions and wedges covered in leather and velvet and silk were heaped upon them but didn’t hide the leather restraints on the arms.
There was no ambiguity about the purpose of the room—it had been designed for every sexual position that she could have dreamed of—and several she couldn’t.
Mark glared at their captor as he continued cursing Sam, a look so fierce on his face that Jodi shivered. She’d seen Mark in action, seen how he could take down an armed opponent barehanded. To be chained, pinned, useless would be torture for him. And yet there was something so provocative, so compelling about having Mark bound. Would Sam let her have a say in what directions their games would now take?
“Trust me, Jodi. Please,” Sam said quietly. “I’m just changing the original plans Mark and I worked out, that’s all. But I think you’ll both enjoy what I’ve go
t planned.”
Mark’s scowl darkened. “Just what has that perverted mind of yours dreamed up this time, Watson?”
Sam smiled at Jodi, though a cautious look shadowed his eyes. “He calls me perverted after he suggested tonight’s entertainment.”
His light-hearted gibe belied the worry lines crinkling his forehead, and the way he kept glancing between her and Mark. He obviously wasn’t as sure they’d approve of his plan as his tone implied.
“Will you promise that when I let you go, you won’t attack me? Will you at least hear me out?”
She caught her bottom lip between her teeth, wondering how to interpret the dark look Mark shot her. He’d arranged the game, he’d trusted Sam. Now it was up to her to trust Mark’s judgment.
A slight nod of her head gave him her answer.
“Thank you.” Sam knelt beside her and began to unfasten the leather strap attaching her ankle to one of the two posts she’d been tied to. Despite her assurance she’d listen to him, he kept the post between them so she couldn’t easily kick him. But then why should he trust her given how he’d betrayed Mark’s trust?
After Sam freed both Jodi’s ankles, he flipped open the clasp restraining her right arm, took her wrist in his and chafed it between his palms. He freed her left hand, and massaged that wrist too. She glanced down and saw just how huge his hands were as they engulfed her small one, felt the power in them and knew they could snap her bones as easy as a dry twig. Yet he held her so gently she might have been a baby bird cradled in his palms.
“You go check for yourself that your boyfriend’s all right but don’t undo those restraints until I tell you. Will you promise me that?”
“All right,” she agreed finally.
“Good girl.” He patted her behind. “Climb up on the bed and rest your pretty ass. I’ll explain more in a second.”
She walked across the room, the mirrors reflecting every angle of her body. Being naked had never been a big concern for her, but there was definitely something erotic to being so exposed considering both men were still fully dressed.
