by Leah Braemel
“You okay, babe?” Mark asked quietly, calmer now she was free and sitting beside him, though his fierce frown toward Sam did not abate.
As she assured him she was, she looked back at the dais. She gasped at what had been behind her. Whips, floggers and paddles had been arranged in ornate patterns on the wall behind the two posts. Cock rings, nipple clamps, ball gags, hoods and masks filled the glass-fronted cabinets on each side.
“Sam’s got some…unusual tastes. That’s why I thought of him when I was planning this.” Mark jerked at the chains trapping him in place. “I thought I could trust him when I suggested it.”
Sam chuckled. “Still can, ol’ buddy, still can.”
“Mark,” she whispered. “Do you want me to let you go?”
He scrunched his eyes closed and exhaled. “You made the list—do you want to continue?”
Sam’s change of plans concerned her. But having Mark at her mercy, especially after the game they’d just played with her, was intriguing. “Can we trust him?”
He frowned as Sam walked over to a cabinet and opened a door, revealing a laptop computer. There was something at the back of his eyes, like he was waging a war within himself. His hands curled into fists, his shoulder muscles tightened and a muscle in his jaw twitched before he said, “Yeah, we can trust him.”
But she thought he heard him mutter I think under his breath.
Well, great. He obviously wasn’t comfortable with the change in plans despite his assurances.
“Now, I’ll bet you’re both wondering why I changed things up.” Sam ignored Mark’s growl. “You know we were roommates in college, right?”
Jodi nodded.
“Did he tell you how he used to watch me fucking my dates?”
She shook her head. From the corner of her eye, she saw Mark grimacing as he turned his head away from Sam. While she knew Mark loved to watch her play with herself with her vibrator, strangely the idea of Mark watching other women being fucked irritated her. So much for their little agreement not to become possessive with each other. Obviously Mark hadn’t the same problem, considering he was voluntarily sharing her with Sam.
His smile fading, Sam drummed his fingers on his thigh as if he were rethinking whatever he’d had planned.
“So he’d watch you with your dates…” she prompted.
After a moment, he continued, “We worked out a system where I’d pretend to sneak them into the room, telling them he was asleep—they’d get off on the idea of having to be so quiet and not wake him up. Liked the danger of getting caught, I guess.”
“But he’d really be awake the whole time, watching?”
“Sometimes he did more than just watch, sweet pea. Sometimes he’d join in. And then there were the times we reversed the game, and he brought his girlfriends for us to share.” Sam lifted a ball gag from its hook, hefted it in his hand as he eyed Mark. “I’m thinkin’ you deserve to be punished for not telling your girlfriend all this yourself.”
Mark narrowed his eyes, a fierce scowl on his face. “Try it and you’ll find that ball the only one you have left to play with tomorrow.”
“No? No.” Sam lobbed the ball gag back onto the table. “Anyway, to get to the point—”
“Too late,” Mark grumbled.
“Point is,” Sam continued as if he hadn’t heard Mark’s gibe, “since Mark didn’t give you a choice about who joined you in the threesome, I reckoned that you might enjoy helping me torture your boyfriend a little. Give him a real show of the two of us enjoyin’ ourselves. You know, a little turnabout being fair play and all. So are you up for my little change in plans, sweet pea?”
Chapter Seven
Something about Sam’s explanation didn’t quite ring true. While she didn’t doubt the games they’d played in college, after all she already knew of Mark’s voyeuristic tendencies, there seemed to be a molten undercurrent between the two men. Not a macho my-dick-is-bigger-than-yours type game, but a quicksilver explosiveness from Mark, and though Sam tried to conceal it, an underlying wariness that she hadn’t sensed from him at the beginning of the night.
During the game, they’d seemed to work together with no animosity. So why had Sam felt it necessary to change the rules partway through? And was it Sam’s change that had Mark glowering? Or was he simply angry at the control Sam had taken by force?
Mark definitely didn’t like relinquishing control. After she’d suggested the little bondage game they’d enjoyed the week before, she’d expected that he would return the favor, let her tie him up and explore what it was like to be so completely in charge. But to her disappointment, and annoyance, he’d refused.
Is that was this was about? A “King of the Monkey bars” game between the two friends?
Men, she huffed. Fine, he wanted to play that type of game, she’d play right along. Wouldn’t hurt to take some control back from Mark after he’d manipulated this whole evening. Since he liked watching, she’d give him a show he’d never forget. With Sam’s assistance, of course. She wondered if Sam could wrestle Mark up onto the dais so she could use the flogger on his ass.
When she didn’t answer, Sam glanced over at her and smiled as he pocketed something. He walked toward them in an almost-predatory stalk.
“Hey, Mark, I think she likes the idea. Look at her tight little nipples, at how wide her pupils are. She’s so turned on she can’t even answer.” He tapped Jodi on the shoulder, interrupting her fantasies. “So what’s it going to be, sweet pea? We gonna have some more fun? Or are you gonna wimp out and call it a night? It’s your decision.”
His quiet question allowed the last of her concerns about Sam to float away like a feather in a breeze. He had no intention of harming her or keeping her captive. Just as Mark had originally assured her.
“Nothing’s changed on my side. Mark promised me a night I’d never forget.” She smiled at Mark. “And since Sam’s delivered you up on a silver platter, looks like now we’ll both have a memorable evening.”
Jodi walked two fingers up Mark’s leg, slid between his thighs and cupped his groin. When his hips jerked and his breath hissed through clenched teeth, her lips curved into a smile. “What’s the matter, big guy? You enjoyed torturing me earlier with your little game. Can’t handle a little return attention?”
He stared at her from beneath lowered lids, a muscle in his jaw ticking. “I can take whatever you dish out, babe.”
“We’ll see if you feel the same after the games I plan to play.”
“You’ve got quite a woman here, Mark.”
Another frisson of dark energy snaked between the two men before Mark shrugged in a stiff gesture. “Just so long as you back off if she tells you.”
“That’s a given, ol’ buddy. Sweet pea, you remember your safe word? It still applies, all right?” One thick brow beetled up, waiting for her answer.
Whatever aggression was bleeding from Mark, at least it wasn’t directed at her. As well it shouldn’t be considering he’d been tonight’s architect.
“The safe word is still broccoli.” She arched a cool look at Mark.
“Will you let me try a few things I noticed weren’t on your list?” Sam asked.
The sight of the big man patiently waiting on her answer sent a thrill up her spine. She’d be in control of not only Mark but of him too. Except what had she forgotten to put on her list? “Yes, I trust you.”
Sam rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger then reached into his pocket and pulled out an earring. No. Not an earring, she realized as he opened one end and clamped it over her nipple. He tugged gently, causing her pussy to clamp down and weep at the pleasure/pain it created. A moan escaped her when he attached the second clamp and tugged on them both.
Wow, nipple clamps weren’t something she’d considered—they’d always looked painful. How could she have known she’d be brought nearly to orgasm by them?
“Hurt too bad?”
“No,” she stammered. “It just feels…” How could p
ain feel so good? She must be a freak to enjoy it so much.
Seeming to understand her confusion, Sam held out his hands. “Give me your hands, sweet pea.”
After a moment’s hesitation, Jodi placed her hands in his only to find herself dragged facedown crosswise over Mark’s lap once more. Sam moved away, out of her line of sight. She heard more tapping into the computer, then he walked to the other side of the bed and gently stroked her pussy.
“She’s so responsive, isn’t she, Mark?” Sam said quietly. “You see how her hips are moving as I touch her?”
Mark’s cock stirred beneath her belly, pressing into her as it thickened. Sam had been right—Mark would get off watching them fuck.
Sam made a show of licking her juices from his fingers. “Why she’s as sweet as a Georgia peach.”
“Enjoy it while you can, Watson,” Mark sneered. “You’ll never get another chance to taste her again.”
A smoldering possessiveness matching the warning in his voice made her turn her head to stare at Mark. Something dark flashed in his eyes—was he jealous? Angry? Or just incredibly turned on?
Sam patted her cheeks and walked around the bed to the other side of the room. “Stick your beautiful ass up in the air as high as you can, sweet pea. We want to make sure Mark has a good view, after all.”
She adjusted her body as he’d directed, feeling a curious mix of vulnerability and excitement.
Sam typed something into the computer and grunted to himself. He scrolled the mouse and clicked a few times, then picked up a remote, aimed it at the televisions at each end of the bed.
Mark whistled softly as a picture of her ass filled the monstrous screen. “Fuck, Sam, you got this room wired up that quickly?”
Sam grinned. “Hey, it’s the twenty-first century, ol’ buddy. Wide-screen, high-def plasma. Only the best for this boy. I’m recordin’ it too—I’ll give you the disk when we’re done.”
“What? Recording what?” Jodi scrambled upright, covering her breasts, only to realize the camera was now focusing on her crotch. With a foul curse, she grabbed the biggest pillow from the bed and held it in front of her. “No. No, this is not happening. I refuse to find this uploaded on YouTube tomorrow.”
“Relax, sweet pea, you and Mark will have the only copy. I promise.” Sam opened a cupboard beside the bed, pulled out a bag. He winked at her. “Of course if you choose to post it on the Net, I can’t stop you. It won’t hurt my reputation none.”
Jodi shook her head. “No. No recording whatsoever. I don’t like the idea of it falling into the wrong hands.”
Sam’s bottom lip jutted out, reminding Jodi of a child whose favorite toy had just been taken away.
Mark shared a look with Jodi, his gaze hot as he glanced at her barely covered breasts. “Can you leave the cameras on but not record?”
A smile slowly spread across Sam’s face, lighting it up. “Sure can. Sweet pea, why don’t you get back into position over Mark’s lap?”
As she repositioned herself, she heard him tapping on the laptop and suddenly different images appeared on the screens. The one over the bed zoomed in on Mark’s face, the one at the end of the bed showed an up-close-and-personal view of her glistening labia.
She squirmed as the camera zoomed out slightly, and her ass came into view. As if she didn’t feel self-conscious enough about her butt; seeing it in high-definition wide-screen wasn’t exactly good for the ego. Instead she concentrated on Mark, on the sweat gathering on his forehead. He wasn’t watching the television at all, but her ass. She wiggled her hips to deliberately taunt him. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple, his hands flexing on the chains as if he wanted to reach out and touch her.
Sam opened a cabinet beside the bed and removed a box, placing it on the coverlet beside her. “I understand you enjoy a little anal play, Jodi. Or was Mark shinin’ me on?”
Jodi turned her head to stare at the bulge in Sam’s pants. The muscles in her ass clenched at the thought of being penetrated by the thick cock outlined in black leather. “Um, I like it when he does it.”
A grin split Sam’s face when he saw where Jodi was looking. He cupped his bulging groin. “You worrying that ol’ Sam Junior here’s not gonna fit into that tight little ass of yours? Well now, you don’t worry ’bout a thing, sweet pea, ’cause I’m gonna prepare you so it won’t hurt.”
“Go slow, Sam, she’s real tight,” Mark warned, which made her ass tighten even more.
Moments later, she felt the bed dip beneath Sam’s weight. Huge gel-covered fingers came into the camera’s view, briefly hovered over her ass. They separated her cheeks, spread the cool gel around her entrance. One finger penetrated her knuckle-deep, pressed farther, spreading the gel deep inside of her. Watching what Sam was doing on the wide screen, and feeling it at the same time was a strange sensation but knowing Mark was watching another man touching her ass was a turn-on she’d never expected.
Her eyes widened when a bright red butt plug came into view, pressed against her opening. That sucker was huge, way bigger than any man’s cock she’d ever seen. And definitely bigger than the plug Mark had bought for her when they’d first tried anal sex.
“It’s too big.” Her breath caught in her throat. She tried to move away but his hands held her firmly in place.
“It’s just the camera—remember they say it adds ten pounds?” Sam chuckled.
He leaned over, his leather pants cool against the back of her thighs as he whispered into her ear, “Trust me. I know how much Mark loves watching me fucking a woman’s ass.”
Mark groaned. “Way to remind Jodi of my past lovers, Watson.”
Sam caressed her neck, then moved lower, easing the tension that had crept into her shoulders. But for all his efforts, Jodi tensed when the tip of the plug intruded.
“Just take nice slow, deep breaths, and think how much fun it’s going to be tormenting old Mark over there.”
“You don’t have to do this, Jodi,” Mark rasped. “You can still tell him to stop.”
“I’m okay.” Her ass burning, she scrunched her eyes closed as the plug penetrated the first tight ring.
“Just relax, Jodi. Remember to breathe.” Sam pressed the plug deeper in a relentless motion. “I’m not hurting you now, am I, sweet pea?”
Jodi shook her head. “No, it just feels weird knowing it’s not Mark touching me there.”
And hot. So hot. Her pussy ached to be filled too.
“Open your eyes. Watch how hot Mark’s getting. See how he’s straining against those restraints?”
Mark’s lips were white as he captured them between his teeth, the veins in his biceps stood out in stark relief as his grip on the chains tightened.
Sam whispered, his free hand stroking her ass in a gentle caress. “He’s like a dog ready to attack. To protect you. Or to take you for his own.”
With a smooth movement, Sam pushed the butt plug up as far as it would go, then pulled her from Mark’s lap until she was draped over his arm like a femme fatale in a thirties movie. A sizzling jolt shot up her spine when he tugged on the nipple clamp with his teeth. With a final tug, he lay her down beside Mark and returned to the laptop.
“Spread your legs real wide for me. You can lean against Mark if you want but face out so I can taste your sweet honey some more.”
Squirming until she was cradled between Mark’s arm and body, she arranged her legs at the side of bed and rested her head on Mark’s chest. Despite the size of the plug that stretched her ass, she was surprisingly comfortable. Though it was definitely larger than the one she had at home, this plug really wasn’t as big as it had looked. It must have been the camera accentuating the size, she decided.
The images on the television changed to two of her from different angles, one zoomed in close to her groin, the other showing her full body from above the bed. Sam crawled onto the bed and lifted one of her legs over his shoulder. With a bright grin, he glanced up at her. “I’ve been looking forward to this all ni
ght.”
He lowered his head. Fascinated, Jodi watched on the big screen as he ran his tongue up her labia, felt the thick warmth swirl in intricate patterns, never quite touching her clitoris. The carnal intrusion shot bolts of energy to every nerve ending, starting a smoldering fire that quickly burst into a conflagration when his tongue finally touched her core.
She grabbed at the silk comforter on either side of her hips, gasping, arching her hips. A broad hand lay flat across her belly, holding her in place.
“Don’t make me tie you down too.” His words rippled against her sensitized flesh, rumbled through her bones and set off another firestorm.
“Jodi? Open your eyes. Look at Mark.”
When had she closed them? Her lids heavy, she turned her head and saw sweat running down Mark’s brow, his fingers alternately opening then closing around the chains.
“Oh, baby, I wish that was me going down on you.” His voice sounded rough, like he’d been singed by the flames she was sure were shooting from her.
Sam drew back for a moment and dragged a finger over her labia, dipped it into her pussy. He smeared her cream across her mouth then dipped his head again, thrusting his tongue into her pussy.
“Let me lick it off you, baby,” Mark whispered. “Let me taste what Sam’s tasting.”
Arching her back, Jodi captured Mark’s mouth with her own, tasting the salty sweat on his upper lip. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, mimicking Sam’s motions.
In desperation, her hands sought Mark’s erection. Sam grabbed her hands and pushed them firmly by her side.
“Oh, no, none of that. He just gets to watch this time.”
Sam resumed his attentions, one hand tugging on a nipple clamp, sending a bolt of heat straight to her pussy, and her blood boiling through her veins. He slipped one finger inside her, then another. When he pressed on the butt plug while this tongue flicked just the right place, she shattered.
With an easy movement, Sam tugged his shirt off. Her eyes widened to see a long, ugly scar marring his chest, but then he undid his fly, letting his leathers fall to the floor. His scar forgotten, Jodi sucked in a breath at the sight of his cock, and knew he hadn’t misjudged the need for such a big butt plug.
