We stare each other out, before Brandt clears his throat to interrupt us.
'Would you like a turn with her before I stopper all those holes up, Gabe? I think she owes you at least that much.' Ahh, now that does sound like a good idea. Why didn't I think of it?
'No way in hell is he coming near me,' Harper spits, well aware that she's lost this fight. She is never one to give up though.
Giving Brandt a look, I take my place between her legs while he takes the top end for a change.
'No, you can't let him do this,' she wails. She's not bothered about me fucking her, she's bothered about losing and not being allowed to come for a week. She is so competitive. She's worse than we are, which is pretty incredible when you consider all that's happened to her.
'Are you going to give in gracefully or are you going to go down kicking and screaming?' Brandt doesn't give her a chance to respond; we already know the answer. He just stares into those pretty sable eyes of hers and works his magic. As soon as he wraps his hands around her neck the battle is lost, as I knew it would be. She melts like an ice cream whenever either of us go near her. Meanwhile I knead her thighs with my fingertips, while letting my mouth and tongue torment that deliciously naughty ass of hers. Hopefully she's still nice and greased up, as that's where my cock is going in a few seconds' time. It doesn't take me long to discover that she is. I am going to enjoy this so much.
When I slide into her she doesn't make a murmur. All she does is groan and buck her hips. How does that work? Oh, yeah; Harper likes pain. Anyway, I ease forward gently, guiding my cock inside her inch by slow inch. Brandt is now sucking down her moans, but I can just about make them out. She is going to be doing a lot of moaning this week, but she'll figure that out soon enough.
Increasing my pace I grab her hips and begin to slam into her. I know the woman is desperate to come, but I am hitting her in just the wrong spot on purpose. Besides, she's already come half a dozen times. How greedy is that?
Roaring as I spill into her I let out a deep, satisfied breath. God, that was good. Pulling out slowly, I watch as Brandt reluctantly releases her.
'Let's lock her up,' I say, giving her thigh a little nip with my teeth for good measure.
'Noooo,' she wails, her chest heaving up and down. 'I need... I need...' She can't get the rest of the words out because she is too exhausted. Thank goodness. Maybe we'll have some peace and quiet now. It's unlikely, but one can hope.
Brandt throws me over the belt, while he tackles the bra.
'She's going to be awful all week,' he tells me. 'There will be tears and tantrums, and she will refuse to cook. Are you sure you want to do this?'
Damn right I am. 'Absolutely. We can deal with a little bit of hysteria, and as to the cooking, we can get takeout. It's only a week. We'll survive. Harper needs to learn her lesson.'
Brandt nods, but he isn't looking at me. He's unfastening one of Harper's wrists so he can lock the metal belt of the bra into place. There's plenty of struggling going on, as you can imagine. Trying to keep the woman still is quite a challenge. Untying one of her legs, I also manage to get the lower belt circled around her waist and I take my time reinserting her plugs. I wonder how it's going to feel walking around in this beast all week. I'm pretty sure I'm going to hear all about it, so I won't have to wonder for long. When I get the plugs just where I want them, I tighten the belt and fasten it with the teeny tiny padlock I've been given. The plugs are held in place magnetically, which is how they can be released by app. It's a clever design. I fell in love with it the moment I saw it.
'Right, I'm going to get a drink for everyone. I'll leave you to untie the rest of her,' Brandt says, winking at me. Coward. He's worried she's going to scratch his eyes out. To be fair, that is a distinct possibility, but I don't think she'll try that with me.
'See you in a mo,' I say, waving him off.
Turning to Harper as I unfasten her other leg, I say, 'Are we even because I sure as hell think we're even after that. If we're not, I'm going at you all guns blazing and I am not going to be gentle. Just so you know.'
Harper turns her face towards me, and her pained expression mirrors mine, albeit for an entirely different reason.
'I think we're even,' she grudgingly admits.
'Good,' I say. 'We're not even with him though, right?' My attention is on the door Brandt exited just moments ago.
'Oh no,' Harper breathes, shaking her head. 'We haven't even got started on that.'
'Excellent,' I say. 'We'll reconvene this party tomorrow then?'
A sly grin slowly overtakes her face. 'Absolutely,' she whispers. 'Abso-fucking-lutely.'
So, Brandt may have won this round, but he most certainly hasn't won the war. This time tomorrow, my big tough guy is going to be shaking in his boots and I, for one, can't wait.
The End
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