by KB Alan
It hadn’t occurred to her before, but this was one thing she missed in her encounters with Drew. Since she was usually coming from work or school, she didn’t take much time getting ready for him. Couldn’t get ready in the same types of outfits she would wear to Apex. Plus, she often stayed with Stephanie when in Boston, and they would get ready together, making the prep a whole event in and of itself.
Emma loved readying for her trips to the club. It made her feel feminine and beautiful and powerful when she prepped herself, slipped on her special outfits. This was similar, but also different. For one thing, she’d never gotten ready with a guy she planned on having sex with before. And yet, much of it was still the same. She found herself falling into the headspace that she usually did. Not subspace, but similar. After all, she usually had to drive to a club once she was ready. But the sense of excitement, anticipation, nervousness—all of it gelled into an expectation that she was familiar with, that she had come to love.
She could see the same happening to Toby, and it made them comrades. There was no chatter, only the necessary give and take of the preparations. He helped her blow her hair mostly dry, then nodded approvingly when she slicked it back into a tight ponytail. She pulled on a tight leather miniskirt and a small purple lace bustier. With ten minutes left in their allotted time, they headed to the master bedroom.
The room was empty, with the cuffs lying in two piles on the bed as promised. There was a table by the bed that wasn’t normally there, a pillowcase covering whatever lay on top of it. Emma’s heart rate picked up as she wondered what toys Drew might have picked out for them.
She held her hands out first, silently directing Toby to put the cuffs on her. When he was done, he immediately dropped to his knees and did first her ankles, then his own. When he stood, he offered his wrists to her. She secured the cuffs, then, without really thinking about it, guided his hands behind his back and secured the cuffs together. She put one hand on his shoulder and urged him down, brushing the hair away from his face when he’d complied.
Leaning down, she kissed his forehead. “So gorgeous,” she murmured, then lowered herself beside him. She clasped her hands behind her back and settled herself. There was still an awareness of the man beside her, but her main focus was on Drew. Waiting for him. Being ready for him.
She knew the moment he started climbing the stairs, was able to trace his faint path to the room, knew he stood in the doorway, watching them. It was crazy how she could feel peaceful and anxious at the same time. Wondering what would happen, but not at all worried about it. Not anymore. Now, it was simply time to happen.
When his feet entered her viewing range, she smiled. Couldn’t help herself. He was here. Bare feet had never been particularly sexy to her before. Had she even noticed Toby’s? But these feet, brushed by faded and slightly straggly denim, were beautiful to her.
For the first time in her life, she sort of understood those with foot fetishes. Drew’s hand came down in front of her face, palm up, in invitation. She took it and rose. He pulled her into him, joined his lips with hers. Oh yeah, she was really getting to be in trouble with this guy. A kiss and she was ready to do anything he asked of her. Hell, without the kiss, she was there.
He pulled back and she brushed the idea aside for later as he linked their fingers together.
“Let’s take a look at what we have here, shall we?” he asked.
She smiled. “Oh yes, let’s do that.”
They turned to look at Toby. His head was slightly bent, his shoulders relaxed, hands resting on his ass. Drew didn’t seem to mind that she’d attached the cuffs. He wrapped his hands around her waist and leaned to set his chin on her shoulder.
Toby’s toes flexed and clenched and she was thrilled at that sign of his nervousness. He wore only a pair of boxer briefs and the cuffs. His longish hair, still damp, had fallen back over his forehead and again she reached out and brushed it back. She drew her hand down his cheek and along his jaw until she cupped his chin, raised his face up so they could see him.
Handsome, though she realized she hadn’t necessarily thought that word in association with him before. He was a bit more tan than when they’d first met, his green eyes sparkled with desire, his lips, looking redder than they had when she’d looked at him only moments before, were parted just slightly, his breath brushing along her arm.
“You get me the best presents,” she told Drew.
He chuckled. “Wait until you see what else I have for you.”
“It can’t be as perfect as him.”
“Maybe not, but it will help you play with him, and I think you’ll like it.”
She turned her head so she could kiss him. “I’m sure I will.”
“For now, what do you want him to do?”
So many thoughts ran through her head, but the one that stood out the most clearly was the one from lunch. And there was no reason to deny herself, was there? She licked her lips, delighted when Toby’s eyes followed the movement.
“I want to put him at the foot of the bed, like I said earlier. Can I use your toys?”
“Of course.” He stepped back, gestured to the small cabinet that she knew held his things. She strode to it and quickly located the tethers she needed. Her favorite flogger caught her attention and she stroked her hands over its suede lashes, but she resisted. There was already a lot of newness, a lot of learning. She didn’t want to get crazy.
Moving back to the boys, she wasn’t surprised to see that Toby hadn’t moved, but was startled at how much it pleased her. He was staying still for her, though his toes were now digging into the carpet and his fingers had twined together.
“Toby, stand up and face the bed.” She kept her voice quiet but firm. He didn’t hesitate and she just stared for a moment, enthralled by his easy movements, his perfect willingness.
With a sigh of pleasure, she ran her palm down his back, snagged the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down to his ankles. He lifted one foot, then the other, at her direction. Using her nails but no pressure, she drew her fingers along the backs of his thighs and knees, then nudged his feet wide.
She secured each ankle cuff to a bedpost with the tethers, checking the fit of the restraints just as hers had been checked hundreds of times. She ran her hands back up his legs, using her whole hand this time, not just her fingernails. His muscles clenched and released under her touch.
She checked his face, found just what she was looking for. Desire, anticipation, the right kind of nervousness. At least she figured his expression was the mixture she was used to feeling, it sure looked like it to her. And she’d never realized how intoxicating the look was to the person watching for it.
She unhooked his wrists then attached them to the bedposts at shoulder height, letting Drew help her. Toby pulled against the straps reflexively, then relaxed.
Placing her hand on his bare ass, she caressed it for just a moment, then drew back and gave it a good smack. Yes, the setup would work just fine. She looked to Drew, who nodded his approval.
“What you make me want to do to you, Toby.” She put every bit of the appreciation she felt for how he looked and the gift he was giving her into her voice. His head turned, trying to see her, and she moved to accommodate him, stepping to the side but keeping her hand steady on him.
“Stunning.”
A quick flush rose up his neck and over his face, but he didn’t look away. She pinched his side, then soothed the pain away.
“Please,” he moaned.
She smiled and gave him what he wanted. The first spank stung her hand, but she was more focused on watching Toby than how it felt to her. The second blow jarred her shoulder, but she was pleased to see Toby’s ass pushing out towards her. Drew had given her some pointers, let her know that Toby liked a spanking or a light flogging as a warm-up. He’d warned her that she’d be surprised how quickly her hand would grow tired and sore, and he’d been right. Of course. But she had a plan for that.
Glancing at
Drew, she wasn’t surprised when he held out his hand, offering his help. That was just like him, and she had no problem taking him up on the offer. She watched him give the first few spanks, watched Toby’s head drop back at the pleasure from the harder smacks. Then she climbed up onto the bed, pleased when Toby’s eyes snapped open and he watched her with eager anticipation.
She knelt in front of him and slowly removed the bustier to the music of Drew’s hand striking Toby’s flesh. Once free of the restrictive fabric, she palmed her breasts, tweaked her nipples. He moaned, though whether from a particularly hard smack or from what she was tempting him with, she wasn’t sure. Until he licked his lips.
“Can you reach me, Toby?” she asked.
He immediately strained against his bonds, pushed his ass out as far as he could into Drew’s striking hand in order to lower himself far enough to take one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked hard, then twirled his tongue around the tight nub. She threaded her fingers through his hair, tugged him free despite his obvious desire to stay right where he was, then directed him to her other breast.
Humming his thanks, he gave that nipple equal attention, his body making little jerks against her each time Drew’s hand landed on him. When she pulled him back again, he tried to turn his head to the other breast, but she held him firmly while she rose to stand on the bed, putting her pussy at his mouth level. With a bit of a shimmy, she pushed her skirt down and stepped in close to Toby.
Without hesitation, he dove in. She had to let go of his head with one hand to grab the bedpost tightly. Bracing herself, she smiled at Drew, enjoying the wicked grin he gave her in return.
“Toby, Drew will stop when I come.”
Toby paused and she knew without a doubt that he was trying to decide which he wanted more, for Drew to continue or to make her come. It took him only a second and he was back in action, working fervently to bring her off. She didn’t try to hold back, let the waves of pleasure run their natural course. Her head went back and she gave a long moan, locking her knees to keep from falling.
A final suckle and kiss, and Toby pulled back, his gaze meeting hers, full of pleasure at his accomplishment. She grinned in response and dropped down to her knees, kissed him hard, her hand gripping his hair, holding him still for her onslaught.
Finally, she needed to catch her breath. She pulled his head back, whispered in his ear, “How about Drew and I switch places?” she asked.
She felt him shudder, lifted her eyes to see what Drew was doing. Her grin widened, threatening to jump off her face as she saw what he was holding. The black straps surrounding a deep blue dildo could only be a strap-on.
“Do you want to suck Drew off, Toby?” She licked his neck. “Would you like that?”
He drew in a stuttered breath. “Yes, Emma. I’d like that.”
“Are you sure?” she teased. “I don’t want to push you into anything you don’t want to do.”
He cleared his throat. “Please, Emma. The only thing I don’t want to do is let you down.”
She laughed. “Oh Toby, I don’t see how that could possibly happen. My only other question is, what do you think I should be doing while your mouth is busy with Drew?”
He opened his mouth but she laid her finger on his lips. Instead of speaking, he touched his tongue to her finger. “How about a multiple choice option?” she asked, running her finger along his lips. She pushed her finger between his lips, not giving him a chance to speak, but his eyes were all expectation.
“Option one, I can sit where you can watch me and use the dildo Drew’s holding right now to pleasure myself while you suck him off.”
He sucked hard on her finger, used his teeth very gently to scrape her skin.
“Option two, I can return the favor. I enjoyed having you in my mouth this morning. I’d like to taste you again when you’re naked. Let my fingers explore other parts of you. Would you like that, Toby? Do you think Drew could give me some pointers on how to bring you pleasure with my fingers as well as my mouth?”
He groaned his approval of the idea, but didn’t try to speak.
“Last option.” She pulled her finger free, ran her thumb along his bottom lip. “Are you ready?”
His eyes met hers and she loved the way that he checked to see what she wanted, correctly read the answer on her face.
“Yes, please, Emma. I want to know what you want.”
She bent down and kissed his lips gently. “I’d be perfectly happy with any of the three options, Toby. I mean that.”
He swallowed. “Will you tell me your last option?”
“All right. Option three is that I strap on the dildo that Drew is holding and I fuck you blind while you’re sucking Drew’s dick.”
Toby stopped breathing.
“You know I’ve never done that before. I didn’t even know that Drew had a strap-on.”
He pulled in a shuddering breath.
“Do you think he bought it for us, Toby?”
“I—uh—I don’t think he would have had one lying around. I can’t imagine him inviting you to use it on him.”
She laughed and so did Drew. “So, those are your options. I want you to think about them for a minute, decide what you want to do. Because once you decide, you get no more say in the matter.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
He closed his eyes and pulled in a deep breath. She took the opportunity to glance at Drew. He smiled his approval and she relaxed. It helped so much to know that he was backing her up. It gave her the confidence she needed to keep going. Well, that and the look of utter desire and need that Toby still wore.
She wasn’t sure how Domme-ly she was being, giving him the choices. She didn’t care. It was working for her and she was pretty sure it was working for Toby. That was all that mattered. He opened his eyes and gave her everything in his look. Trust, want, need.
“Please, Emma. Fuck me hard.”
Chapter Eleven
A shiver ran through her. She would have been perfectly happy with whatever answer he’d chosen. But this. This had her pussy clenching in expectation.
“Fuck, you two are hot,” Drew said, coming to stand beside her. He took her hand in his, ran his thumb over her fingernails.
“Will you let me prep him for you?” he asked.
She glanced down at her nails. They weren’t exactly long, but they weren’t really short, either. She loved that Drew was watching out for both of them. And she absolutely loved the image in her head of Drew preparing Toby’s ass for her entrance. Pulling their combined hands to her pussy, she rubbed her clit. Toby’s eyes followed the movement and he licked his lips.
“That would be a treat to watch. Thank you, Drew.”
She dropped her hand, though his stayed behind another few seconds to tease her. Remind her that she was his. As if she needed reminding. The worry that her concentration would be fractured had turned out to be ridiculous. She found she was fully capable of keeping her attention tuned to both of the guys. In the past weeks, her body had become used to watching Drew, looking for cues and following his lead without thought. There was no danger of her forgetting anytime soon.
Which was both wonderful and a worry for another day. For now, they would play.
She climbed up on the bed and brought her mouth to Toby’s while she tracked the sounds of Drew retrieving the lube. Only her lips and tongue touched Toby’s. She gave him no other contact, enjoying the way his whole body strained toward her, held back only by the restraints. Ending the kiss, she put her lips to his ear.
“He looks so fucking sexy coming for you, Toby. The look on his face…he’s looking forward to touching you, opening you up for me.”
Toby groaned and she smiled. His ass clenched and released as Drew approached. Shifting on the bed, she dropped her legs on either side of Toby and reached around to grip those luscious ass cheeks. She kneaded his muscles, then pulled, opening him up for Drew’s slicked thumb.
Drew teased the puckered flesh until Toby
pushed his ass out just a bit, then Drew slid the digit inside. Emma felt Toby’s cock, trapped between their torsos, jerk at the entry. She cupped his butt, let her nails dig into the flesh where ass met thigh. Drew pulled back and added more lube, then came at Toby with two fingers.
She licked and nipped at Toby’s side as Drew’s fingers slid smoothly inside. Drew twisted his wrist and fucked his fingers in and out. He placed his other hand on Toby’s neck, running his thumb over the other man’s nape.
“It’s been a while, Toby. I’m trusting you to tell us if anything isn’t right,” Drew reminded him.
“Ye—” Toby’s whole body tightened on a gasp and Emma was left without a doubt that Drew had hit Toby’s prostate. She let go of his ass and ran her hands up his back, holding him tight.
“Yes, Sir,” he managed.
Emma pulled her heels along Toby’s legs until she was able to put them on the mattress and push herself back. Toby watched her intently. She put one arm behind her to brace herself, and brought the other to her sex, twirling a finger through the moisture gathered there. His gaze was totally focused on her, though his body was moving slightly with Drew’s intrusion.
She eased one finger inside, then brought it to her clit. Toby moaned and she smiled. Drew took a step back, then gave Toby a casual smack on the ass. She idly fingered her clit, occasionally pushing two fingers into herself as she watched Drew clean his fingers and retrieve the strap-on. Toby’s focus was on her hands until Drew tossed the contraption onto the bed in front of him, between her legs.
Emma circled her finger through her cream, then rose to her knees, offered her finger to Toby. He sucked it into his mouth like a starving man, his tongue swirling to get every bit of her clean. She pulled free and looked to Drew.
“Get on your hands and knees and face Toby.”
It took her only a moment to get into position and seemed all too convenient that Toby’s cock was now at mouth level. But she waited to hear what Drew wanted from her before moving forward that last little inch. Instead, she blew a cool stream of air.
