by Opal Carew
“Of course, mistress.” Trey lifted one of the lemon wedges lying on the ice and squeezed it onto a plump shrimp, which he then dipped in the red sauce. He brought the juicy morsel to her lips.
She opened and he slipped the end of the shrimp into her mouth. She bit off a piece, and lemon juice dribbled down her chin as she chewed. Trey stroked his finger along her chin, gathering the juice on his fingertip, then held it to her lips. She opened her mouth, then lapped at his finger. She grasped his hand and drew his finger deeper into her mouth, sucking lightly . . . then released him.
“Would mistress like some celery?” he asked, his chocolate brown eyes simmering.
She nodded, and opened her mouth. He fed her a small green stick with dip. A few moments later, Jake joined them, and the two of them alternated feeding her. Soon she found herself filling up on veggies and shrimp, while starving for the taste of male flesh.
A timer went off and Trey opened the oven and brought out a big flat pan. A wonderful aroma filled the room as he transferred the contents onto a platter and set it on the countertop. It had an attractive display of items, such as glazed chicken chunks on skewers, bacon-wrapped scallops, and little triangles of stuffed phyllo pastry. From the delicious aroma, with a hint of cinnamon, she suspected the latter were filled with spiced beef.
“They smell wonderful,” she said.
Jake picked up one of the scallops and fed it to her.
“Mmm.” She picked up a pastry and held it toward him. “Time for you to try.”
He took a bite, careful not to burn himself on the contents, chewed, then licked his lips. She watched his tongue outline his mouth, longing to do the same with her own tongue. He leaned forward and nibbled the rest of the pastry from her fingers, then nipped her fingertips. She felt her finger pulled into his mouth, and he sucked lightly. The feel of his warm mouth surrounding her sent heat thrumming through her body.
Trey offered her a chunk of chicken from a skewer, then popped a piece into his own mouth. She watched the sensual movement of his lips as he chewed. She grabbed another scallop and peeled off the bacon, then ate it slowly. Once done with the bacon, she offered the scallop to Trey. He leaned forward and opened his mouth. She fed in only half, then leaned forward to capture the other half in her mouth. Their lips met and she kissed him. Only their mouths touched, nothing else, but the feel of his masculine lips moving sensually against hers sent her hormones blazing.
“As delicious as this is, I’ve had enough food for now.” She stood up with her glass of wine in hand and moved into the living room.
Trey and Jake followed, Jake carrying a bottle of wine and Trey two glasses. She sat down on the couch, sinking into the comfy cushions, hoping the men would join her, but instead, Trey slid an ottoman in front of her and lifted her legs onto it. Both men knelt down in front of her. Each took one of her feet in his hands, then began massaging. She sighed at the exquisite decadence of it all.
The gentle pressure of theirs hands as they stroked and squeezed her feet made her tingle all over. After a nice long relaxing massage, Trey’s hands began to move up her calf. Jake followed suit. They stroked and rubbed, then moved up even more. Her thighs tingled in appreciation and her insides throbbed in anticipation. Soon, they were sliding her skirt upward, and their big, masculine hands stroked closer to her melting heat . . . then closer . . .
Trey’s fingers found her first, then stroked over her mound. Jake grasped the elastic on her undies and pulled them downward as Trey drew the ottoman away. Jake knelt in front of her and drew her legs apart, settling them over his shoulders. Then she felt him touch her. First with his fingers, stroking her wet opening, then sliding inside her. She sighed at the erotic invasion. Then his mouth touched her and she moaned. His tongue dipped inside and he swirled it around, then covered her clit. As she gasped, she arched her back.
While Jake was busy down below, Trey unfastened the first button of her blouse and kissed her chest, moving downward as he released button after button. Jake leaned back and watched Trey unfasten her bra and peel it from her breasts. Both their gazes were steaming hot. Jake reached for one naked breast and stroked the hard nipple as Trey covered the other with his hot wet mouth. Jake licked her clit again and she moaned. So many sensations dazzling her senses . . . she could barely . . .
Oh, Jake’s tongue tortured her clit. Trey sucked on her hard nipple. She felt herself accelerating toward rapturous release. Heat building . . . senses reeling . . .
Jake sucked on her clit as he swirled his finger inside her.
Heat singed her senses as it exploded through her. She wailed in a fast and furious orgasm, waves of pleasure wafting through her.
Finally, she fell back on the couch, spent.
She was a mess of disheveled clothing. Her bra lay tossed across her throat, her blouse flopped open at her sides, and her skirt twisted around her waist. Trey helped her up and slid her blouse from her shoulders, then pulled away her bra. Jake drew her skirt down her legs and off. She sat back on the couch, totally naked, and smiled at them.
“Now I’d like you both to take off your pants.”
She watched in anticipation as Trey pulled open his belt, then slowly lowered the zipper of his fly, revealing a glimpse of black-on-gray striped boxers. He dropped the black pants to the floor, giving her a great view of long muscular legs. Jake turned around and pivoted his tight butt from side to side, his light brown ponytail swishing across his back, then dropped his pants to the floor. The black briefs he wore accentuated the tight muscles of that glorious behind.
“Keep going, gentlemen,” she instructed.
Trey grinned as he eased his boxers down. His thick cock stood upward curving toward his body.
Jake winked at her over his shoulder, then disposed of his briefs in a quick motion, revealing his hard muscular ass. Then he turned around. His long cock also stood tall and proud.
They looked incredible standing there, all hard male muscle, gloriously naked except for the collars and cuffs.
“Come here.” She licked her lips as they approached.
They stood in front of her and she wrapped her hands around both cocks. Jake’s hard member twitched in her hand. She stroked the length of Trey’s shaft while she stroked the tip of Jake’s. She tugged on Trey, drawing him closer, then licked his tip. Jake stepped closer, too, and she licked him, then took his cockhead into her mouth. She stroked her tongue around him and teased the tiny hole on the tip while she pumped Trey up and down. Then she switched, taking Trey in her mouth and pumping Jake.
They were rock hard . . . and close. If she kept either of them in her mouth much longer, they’d erupt. She stared at her handiwork, admiring the tall proud cocks as she held them, her fingers wrapped snugly around the hard shafts.
She released them and leaned back against the couch, her hands behind her head. With them essentially following her orders, this was a perfect opportunity to have them interact with each other a little more.
“Trey, take Jake’s cock and stroke it.”
Trey turned to Jake and wrapped his hand around Jake’s cock. As his hand moved, Jake’s eyelids fell closed.
“Run you hand over his ass,” she instructed.
Trey’s free hand stroked over Jake’s tight buttocks while his other hand stroked Jake’s hard cock.
“Now take him in your mouth.”
Trey raised an eyebrow at her, but he knelt down and turned Jake toward him, then brought the purple-faced cock to his mouth. He covered it with his lips, then swallowed it. Danielle watched in fascination as Jake’s cock disappeared in and out of Trey’s mouth as he pulsed up and down.
Danielle stroked Jake’s firm stomach, then over his hip to his hard buttock. She caressed the hard-muscled flesh.
“Make him come for me, Trey.”
Trey stroked Jake’s other buttock as he sucked on his long hard cock. Up and down, pulsing and squeezing. Jake’s face contorted in pleasure and he groaned. Danielle almost groa
ned herself, thinking of how good it would feel to have that hard cock inside her. Trey continued pumping and sucking, and finally, Jake stiffened and grunted, clearly finding his release.
“Very good. Now, Trey, come sit by me.”
Trey gave Jake’s cock one last lick, then stood up and sat down beside Danielle, his cock standing straight up in desperation for his own release.
“Now, Jake, come over here. Trey needs attention.”
Jake knelt in front of Trey, giving Danielle a sidelong glance. He leaned forward and dove down on Trey’s cock. Trey groaned. His head arched upward, his neck muscles taut. Danielle glided her fingers over Trey’s small hard nipple as she watched Jake bob up and down. She stroked her fingers through Jake’s hair, then tugged free the elastic binding it and stroked her fingers through the long, silky strands. Jake sucked and bobbed on Trey. She leaned over and licked Trey’s nipple, then sucked on it. His hand wrapped around her head, his fingers forking through her hair.
Trey threw his head back and groaned. Jake continued to suck as Trey climaxed.
Danielle sat back on the couch and Jake glided up and down a few more times, then released Trey’s cock from his mouth.
Jake smiled and turned to Danielle. “Now, mistress, what can we do to please you?” His gaze fell on her breasts, and she felt her nipples harden even more.
“Well, I think you two did such a good job, I think you deserve a kiss.”
Jake smiled and reached for her but she shook her head.
“I mean you two.”
Ten
Jake and Trey both glanced at Danielle, but she simply smiled. “Go on. Give each other a kiss.”
Trey stood up and approached Jake. As their mouths drew close, excitement trembled through her. Jake stood stock still as their lips touched, but Trey reached for Jake and cupped his head, then deepened the kiss. Jake wrapped his arms around Trey and their kiss turned passionate. Danielle sighed. It was so romantic.
Then they parted and Trey whispered something in Jake’s ear. An evil grin split his face and he nodded. Trey walked toward the hallway and disappeared.
“Hey, I thought you were supposed to follow my orders.”
Jake took her hands and pulled her to her feet, then dragged her against his body. Her soft breasts crushed against his hard chest as he took her lips in a demanding kiss. His tongue sought hers, then curled against it in a passionate dance. She felt breathless and thoughts scattered from her brain. His hands roamed down her body, then cupped her ass as he pulled her tighter to him, his cock pressing tight against her belly.
A moment later, she felt Trey’s hands on her shoulders, then his lips against her neck. Nuzzling. Sending tingles along her spine. Jake released her lips and kissed the other side of her neck.
“Aren’t you going to—?” She gasped as Jake’s mouth covered her nipple and he sucked. “Oh . . . I thought I was in charge. . . .”
Trey wrapped his hands around her arms and drew them behind her back, forcing her breasts forward. Jake feasted on one nipple, then the other.
“You were,” Trey said. “Until you pushed too far. Then we decided to break free of our captivity”—he pulled her backward, and Jake grabbed her thighs and lifted her from the floor—“by making you our captive.”
Excitement quivered through her as they carried her down the hall.
Their captive. Oh, this should be good.
They tossed her onto the big bed, which she noticed had been stripped of bedclothes except for the taupe sheet covering the thick mattress. Soft cloth cuffs dangled from the wooden posts of the headboard and footboard. Trey fastened her wrists in one set of cuffs while Jake fastened her ankles with the other.
She lay spread-eagled on the bed . . . totally naked. The men were naked, too, except for those cuffs, but she felt so . . . vulnerable. And she loved it.
Trey flicked off one cuff, then the other, then removed the collar. Jake followed suit.
“We are no longer your servants, mistress. Now we are your masters, and you are our slave.” Trey stroked his finger down her chest . . . between her breasts . . . past her navel . . . then held still just above her curls. “If you agree to obey us, we’ll untie you.”
“I will not obey you,” she said. ’Cause she sure didn’t want them to untie her.
Jake leaned down and nibbled her knee, then kissed up her thigh . . . stopping just short of her slick aching flesh. Trey shifted beside her and turned her head to face him, then pressed his cock to her lips. He eased forward, and filled her mouth with the hot bulbous head. Jake sat on the other side of her. Trey pulled free of her mouth, then Jake turned her to him and pressed his cock into her mouth. After a couple of short thrusts, he drew back, and then they both pressed their cockheads to her lips and pressed them in a little. She licked them—she couldn’t help herself—then opened wider to accommodate them. They pushed in a little more, filling her mouth. She squeezed them and sucked.
“Oh God, I want to feel our slave’s warm pussy around me.” Jake pulled free.
Trey pushed his cock deep into her mouth. She felt Jake prowl over her and then his hard cock nudge against her wet slit. Hard and sturdy, it pressed against her, sending her senses reeling . . . slowly opening her as it glided inside. She breathed in a rush of air as she sucked on Trey.
“Man, Trey, she is hot and tight.”
Trey drew his cock from her mouth and sat on the side of the bed. Jake drew back and thrust forward. Trey wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked it as he watched Jake’s cock glide into her again. Trey’s free hand found her breast and stroked her hard sensitive nipple.
Jake pulled back and thrust again. She squeezed him inside her. His big cock stretched her as it glided along her slick passage. Trey sucked on her breast and Jake picked up speed. Thrusting deep and fast. She moaned at the exquisite pleasure of Trey’s sucking and Jake’s fucking.
“Oh, yes . . .”
Jake slowed and drew back, only his cockhead lingering in her needy opening.
“Oh, please keep going,” she pleaded.
“So you’ve decided you want to obey your former servants, slave?”
She gasped as he almost pulled free. “Yes, I’ll do anything you say.” She arched forward, trying to keep him within her. “Just keep going,” she cried frantically.
He impaled her with one forceful forward thrust. She moaned in delight.
Trey released her breast and sat back against the pillows, stroking his shaft. Jake began fucking her in earnest, driving deep, then pulling back . . . then driving deep again. She squeezed him inside, quivering pleasure trembling through her as he picked up speed . . . driving into her in forceful thrusts . . . sending her pleasure higher and higher . . . until she exploded in a spectacular release . . . flying across the heavens in pure rapture.
His groan joined hers as he burst into her . . . filling her with liquid heat.
“Man, it’s my turn now.”
Danielle, lying slumped back with her eyes closed . . . reveling in the afterglow of pleasure . . . felt the cuffs around one ankle pull free, then her legs lifted upright until they were pointing straight up, and then cuffed together. She opened her eyes to see Trey crouching against her, then his thick cock pushed into her.
Oh, it felt so good. His hard shaft filled the place Jake had just left . . . and stretched her even more with his wider cock. Then he grasped the cuffs between her ankles, and moved her feet to the left in a sweeping motion, then to the right. Her body twisted back and forth with the movement, essentially rolling her vagina around his cock. She squeezed him and he groaned. Jake slid his hand down her stomach and his finger glided over her clit. Within seconds Trey erupted inside her. At the feel of his hot release, and Jake’s stimulating touch, heat rushed through her and she moaned in another orgasm.
She stared at him wide-eyed while her breathing settled.
“What was that?” she asked.
“That . . . was spectacular,” said Trey, smili
ng.
Jake held open the large wooden door and Danielle stepped into the dimly lit club. After lazing around Trey’s place all morning, Trey had suggested they go to Le Jazz Hot, a local bar where he said they could listen to some great jazz music and do some dancing.
The hostess led them to a cozy booth in the corner with a great view of the stage. Small amber pendant shades hung from the ceiling over each of the tables, casting a soft glow.
The décor included glossy oak tables and comfy-looking black chairs with upholstered seats, wood paneling on most of the walls, and terra-cotta brick behind the stage area and the bar, and extending along a wall with a big fireplace. Over the bar a glittering array of stemmed glasses hung upside down, and inset shelves displayed bottles of liquor. The bar itself was made of stacked slate topped by a thick, glossy oak top. Various musical instruments were mounted on the walls, along with photos of famous jazz musicians. At least she assumed the latter, since she didn’t know that much about jazz.
All in all the place had a nice warm feel. She sat down in the booth and Trey and Jake slid in beside her, one on each side. She ordered a glass of white wine and each of them ordered a beer.
“What do you think?” Trey asked.
“I like it,” she answered.
“Wait till you hear the music.”
The waitress brought their drinks and they settled back as the musicians took their places.
“This group plays jazz fusion,” said Trey.
Danielle sipped her wine as she watched the men, wearing jeans and long-sleeved shirts, pick up their instruments.
“I’ve listened to a little jazz on the radio,” she said, “but I don’t know about the different styles.”
“Well, jazz fusion doesn’t get much broadcast time, probably because of its complexity, and the fact that it usually has no vocal . . . and the tracks are quite long, too.” Trey sat back and smiled. “This should be a real treat for you.”
The musicians began their set. Danielle snuggled against Jake as she enjoyed the raw energy of the music. She especially enjoyed the sweet sound of the saxophone. She could feel the sax player’s sheer love of playing in the vitality and edginess of the music. When he ran down a flurry of notes, tingles ran down her spine; then when he switched to rich low notes, the deep tones raised the hairs on her arms.
