by Carew, Opal
Zeke nodded. So Ty had felt this thing between them even back then.
Ty uncrossed his arms. “You know, we really should figure out what’s going on between you and me. Especially if we want to keep our friendship alive. Otherwise it’ll just get in the way.”
Zeke’s gut clenched. He paced across the room, then turned back to face Ty. “As much as I want our friendship to work, I don’t know how it can with this situation with Marie. I overheard you tell her you’re in love with her. And she said she loves you, too.”
Ty’s eyebrows quirked. “What about you? You’re in love with her, too, aren’t you?”
“Of course, I am.”
“Did you tell her?”
Zeke banged his fist on his thigh. “Damn it, I tried not to fall in love with her, because I knew you were. But … damn, when she told me she loved me … I couldn’t help but tell her back.”
Ty raised an eyebrow. “Now that you know she loves me, you figure she’ll choose me?”
“Of course she will.”
Ty smiled at him. “My question is, why does she have to choose?”
Twenty-five
Marie opened her eyes to see Ty place a tray beside the bed.
“Good morning,” he said.
“Mm. Breakfast in bed.”
Marie sat up and he placed the tray over her lap. He fluffed her pillow, then tucked a second behind her. She smiled, then took a forkful of the herb omelette.
“It’s delicious.” She took another bite.
He poured cream into the full coffee mug on the tray, then added a spoonful of sugar and stirred. She took a sip. He turned and walked toward the door.
“You’re not joining me?” she asked.
He smiled. “You enjoy. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Once she finished her omelette, she leaned back against the pillows and relaxed while she drank her coffee. Ty returned a few moments later.
“Where’s Zeke?” she asked.
“Well, I have bad news for you.”
Her gaze darted to him, her heart stammering, as he took the tray from her lap and placed it on a table by the door.
“What is it?”
“Zeke’s in jail.”
Her eyes widened. “Why? What happened?”
“I caught him trying to escape, so I locked him up.”
Oh, a role-playing game. She sighed in relief. But she wasn’t sure of her role. Was she supposed to be a guard? Or a policewoman? Or was she supposed to try and escape, too? Then he could capture her and lock her up. Or use handcuffs again. Her heart stammered. Or hang her from the ceiling by her wrists.
She licked her lips. “Are you going to throw me in jail, too?”
He sat down beside her and pulled her into his arms, capturing her lips with a fervor. His hands roamed up and down her back as his tongue dove between her lips and undulated against her tongue. Then he sucked until it pulsed into his mouth. Her heart thundered in her chest at the passion of his kiss. Finally, he released her, leaving her breathless.
“Do you want to escape?” he asked, his voice husky.
With wide eyes, she shook her head, and drew in a deep lungful of air.
He smiled. “You don’t seem too sure. Maybe I will have to lock you up.”
“Yes, Master.”
He chuckled. “Very well. Let’s go.” He stood up, waiting for her to follow.
She grasped the covers to throw them aside, then paused. “But, Master, I’m totally naked.”
He tugged at the covers playfully, grinning as they drew away from her breasts. Her nipples puckered, as much from his heated gaze as from the cool air. He pulled more firmly, dragging the covers from the rest of her.
“There’s only one way I like to see my sub rather than naked.”
He walked to the big wooden wardrobe, opened the door, and pulled out leather straps and chains. “Come here.”
She walked toward him, totally conscious of her nudity as his gaze roamed over her. Her nipples ached as they hardened even more.
The leather straps and chains he held turned out to be an outfit of sorts.
He attached a collar around her neck with three leather straps dangling from it. He adjusted one to lie down the center of her torso, to just below her breasts, and the other two went alongside each breast and around to the back. He turned her around and fastened them behind her. Between the center strap and each side strap hung a series of cascading chains, some draping over her breasts and several below, leaving her breasts totally visible.
“Turn this way. Let me see you.”
“Yes, Master.” She turned to face him.
He tugged one of the chains so the cold metal links brushed across her nipple. Tingles danced through her, straight to her crotch.
“Lovely.” He admired her straining nipples.
He turned to the wardrobe again, then dangled a patch of leather and chains in front of her with a grin and she realized it was her … thong. He swirled his finger around, indicating she should turn her back to him again. She turned and he wrapped the leather strap around her hips, then buckled it behind her.
“Open your legs.”
She shivered at his words. “Yes, Master.”
She positioned her feet wider apart. The back of his hand brushed against her inner thigh as he reached between her legs to catch the leather strap dangling from the patch covering her crotch. He lifted the thin strip, pressing it between her cheeks, then attached it to the hip strap.
He pulled some shiny black boots from the wardrobe, peered at the soles, then handed them to her.
“I think these are your size. Put them on.”
She pulled on the boots and zipped them up. They fit perfectly. Each had a tall spike heel and a ring attached to each side of the ankle with short chains that draped down the back of the heel.
He reached into the wardrobe again, then wrapped heavy, black leather cuffs lined with a thick, almost furry, fleece around her wrists. The leather extended along her hands, attached to heavy-duty steel D-rings.
“Good. Now you’re ready.”
He grabbed a leash from the cupboard and hooked it onto her collar, then held it a few inches from her neck as he led her to the jail door with the concrete walls behind. He unlocked the barred door then opened it with a metallic creak. He stepped inside, drawing her behind him.
She glanced first to the cot, which was empty. She’d expected to find Zeke lying on it, but she glanced around the large space and saw him against the wall, with a studded leather collar around his neck and thick leather straps around his wrists, attached to hooks on the wall with thick chains, holding his muscular arms above his head. They hung from the chains, his elbows bent. All he wore, besides the wrist straps, were black leather briefs. The rest of his fine body was totally naked.
Her gaze glided over his broad, sculpted chest, with the sexy dragon across one side, down his stomach, then over the zipper that ran down the front of the leather briefs.
“Zeke wanted to leave because he believes you are going to choose between the two of us,” Ty said.
Her gaze darted to Ty. Of course she’d have to choose between them, but she was hoping to wait until after the weekend. The truth was, she had no idea which one she would pick. Both men had told her they loved her. And she loved both men. Zeke was extremely sexy and had attracted her right from the beginning because of his overpowering masculine aura. Ty had come off as a Mr.-Nice-Guy type, but after being dominated by him, she knew that was just a façade. Now, his authoritative manner sent her insides quivering. That, added to the deep connection they’d developed as friends, made a powerful combination.
Maybe that meant that she should pick Ty. Her gaze fell on Zeke’s semi-naked form. But she wanted Zeke, too.
Ty led Marie to the bed, then attached the leash handle to a hook on the wall, essentially tying her to the bed like a pet.
Ty strolled over to Zeke. “Zeke believes you’ll pick me, but I’m not so sure abou
t that.” He ran his hand along the tattoo on Zeke’s arm, then over his shoulder and down his chest.
Heat streamed through Marie at the sight of Ty caressing Zeke’s naked flesh. Ty’s hand rested below the dragon, his fingertips lightly brushing against Zeke’s tight nipple.
“This tattoo is pretty sexy. Does it turn you on?” Ty glanced at Marie expectantly.
“Yes, Master.”
“Show me.”
She stroked her breasts, then dragged her fingertips over her hard nipples. Ty smiled.
“Very good. You’re turning Zeke on.” Ty’s hand stroked over Zeke’s tight abs. “Push your fingers inside your panties and stroke.”
She slid one hand down her stomach, then under the leather, while she squeezed her nipple with her fingers. She stroked over her bare folds, then along her slick slit.
“I’m sure Zeke is finding this leather quite confining right about now. Maybe I should help him out.” Ty pulled the zipper down and the leather parted.
Zeke’s big cock pushed out of its restraint. Tall and proud. Marie licked her lips. Then Ty wrapped his fingers around Zeke. Marie sucked in a breath, her fingers gliding over her sex more rapidly. Oh God, it was totally erotic watching Ty touch Zeke. He stroked up and down with one hand as his other hand stroked over Zeke’s chest. Ty’s fingers toyed with Zeke’s nipple as he continued to stroke Zeke’s erection.
“Is your pussy wet, Marie?” Ty asked.
“Oh yes, Master.”
“Take off your panties. Let us see it.”
She grabbed the sides of the leather-and-chain garment and wiggled out of it, then dropped it to the floor. She pushed herself back on the cot, until she leaned against the wall, her knees pulled against her, then she dropped them wide, exposing her opening to their gazes. Both men stared at her. Or rather, her fingers as she pushed them in and out of her opening.
Ty squeezed Zeke’s cock, then released it and walked toward Marie. He unfastened the leash from the end of the bed.
“Kneel on the floor.”
“Yes, Master.”
She knelt on the smooth concrete floor. Ty tugged on the leash and she followed him, on her knees, across the room, then stopped in front of Zeke. Ty held the leash close to her collar and led her forward until her knees brushed against Zeke’s feet.
“Now take him in your hands and stroke him.”
Zeke’s cock spiked forward only inches from her face. She reached for his big shaft and wrapped her hands around it. Hot and hard. She stroked, loving the feel of his intimate skin, kid-leather soft, in her hands.
“Suck it,” Ty commanded.
She wrapped her lips around Zeke’s cockhead, then glided forward, sucking him into her mouth. Ty wrapped his hands around her hair, then coiled it around his fingers. He guided her face back, then forward, then back again, setting her into a steady motion. Zeke groaned as she sucked and licked.
“Pull down his briefs,” Ty commanded.
As she bobbed forward and back on Zeke’s cock, she drew down the leather, dropping it to his ankles. Ty’s free hand tucked under Zeke’s crotch to cup his balls. Marie covered Ty’s hand, enjoying touching Ty while he touched Zeke in such an intimate manner.
Zeke stiffened, his balls pulling tighter.
“Stop.” Ty’s hold on Marie’s hair stopped her from continuing her forward stroke on Zeke’s cock. Ty drew her head away and Zeke’s cock popped from her mouth and bounced.
Ty drew Marie to her feet, then dragged her against his chest. His tongue drove into her mouth with a vengeance. “God, you’re sexy.”
He led her across the room and sat on the small bed, then released his cock.
“Do you want to suck my cock, Marie?”
She stared at his huge cock standing straight up.
“Yes, Master.”
“Do it. Now.” His voice sounded almost desperate with need.
She dropped to her knees in front of him, careful to position herself so Zeke could watch her, and wrapped her hands around Ty’s gigantic cock. She stroked several times, then pressed her lips to the tip of his cock. She licked it then dragged her tongue around the bottom of the corona. He stroked her hair as she wrapped her lips around him and swallowed his big cockhead. She sucked and licked, spurred on by his increasingly rapid breathing.
She dove down, squeezing him inside her mouth. When she rose again, she released his cock and glided down the front of the shaft, then licked his clean-shaven balls. She nibbled with her lips, then took one into her mouth, then the other, as she wrapped both hands around his huge shaft and stroked.
“Damn, you are so fucking hot.” He groaned, pulling himself from her mouth. “Enough. I’ve had enough of you for now.”
He turned to Zeke. The poor man hung on the wall, his cock hard and twitching.
“Attend to my other slave, Marie, but you’re not to fuck him,” said Ty.
She grinned, then stood up and strolled toward Zeke.
First, she ran her hands across Zeke’s broad chest, then licked his nipple.
“Please let me fuck her,” Zeke begged, clearly in pain. “I’ll do anything.”
“Shhh.” Ty pressed a finger to Zeke’s lips, then knelt down and grabbed Zeke’s erect cock. Ty crouched lower and …
Oh God, Marie’s insides quivered as she watched Ty take Zeke’s cockhead in his mouth. Fascinated, Marie watched as Zeke’s shaft disappeared into Ty’s mouth. Within seconds, Ty’s head bobbed up and down on Zeke. Zeke’s head fell back against the wall and he groaned. Marie stroked Ty’s moving cheek, then ran her fingers along Zeke’s tight balls.
Ty released Zeke’s cock and stepped back.
“Fuck him.”
She wrapped her hand around Zeke’s slick cock and moved closer, pressing his cockhead to her opening. She pressed forward. Zeke’s cock glided into her. She rested her hands flat against the cold wall on either side of his body and pivoted her hips forward and back, driving him in and out. She squeezed and he groaned. Her breasts pressed against his chest with every inward thrust.
Pleasure rose within her, her body still quivering from her last orgasm. Zeke stiffened and groaned. She felt hot liquid pulse into her, which triggered another orgasm. She kept pumping his cock into her, squeezing him, feeling her pleasure rise even more. Ty reached between their bodies and found her clit, then tweaked. Intense pleasure exploded through her. Finally, she collapsed against Zeke. Ty leaned against her back, cocooning her between the two men.
A heavenly place to be.
Finally, Ty drew away, then snapped a clip onto one of Marie’s wristbands and attached it to one of the links of the chain attaching Zeke to the wall, then he attached her other wrist to the other chain. Marie stood facing Zeke, his cock still inside her, chained to him.
“I’ll be back to check on you two in a little while,” Ty said.
Twenty-six
Marie heard the jail door clang closed and glanced around to see Ty walking away from the door on the other side of the bars.
She stared up at Zeke. “I guess we’re stuck here.”
He pivoted his pelvis forward. His cock, which had been deflating, had cranked up a notch. “I’m not complaining.”
Her breasts pressed tight against his chest. He drew his hips back, then pushed forward again. His movement caused the chains on her top to press against her skin, and roll … over her nipples. They hardened into nubs again. Zeke continued to push in … and out. It wasn’t a serious thrusting. Just an extremely pleasant gliding.
She smiled and nuzzled his collarbone, then rested her head against his chest, his dragon staring her in the eye. She closed her eyes and snuggled. His cock continued to glide inside her. She squeezed him, knowing if this went on long enough, she would orgasm again. But for now, she enjoyed the gentle glow of being so close and intimate.
He kept moving inside her. Slow and gentle. She squeezed him, moving with him. Feeling the mellow pleasure building. He lowered his head to hers and nuzzled her h
air. She tipped her chin up and he captured her lips. She felt so close to him.
“Zeke, what Ty said about me choosing him over you…” She gazed up at him. “It’s not true.”
“Really?”
Ty’s voice caught her off guard. She heard the barred door creak open. Seconds later, she felt Ty’s presence behind her.
“So does that mean you’ve decided to choose Zeke over me?” Ty asked.
“I didn’t say that.”
His hands slid around her body and cupped her breasts.
“So I still have a chance.”
Ty caressed her nipples, then pressed the chains against them and stroked the metal over her hard nubs. She whimpered at the intense sensation.
He pressed his hot naked body close to her back, his hard cock pressing between her buttocks and along her lower back. He eased back and pressed forward, essentially pushing Zeke’s cock into her. He pivoted his hips so his cock glided up and down between her butt cheeks while he pressed her forward and back against Zeke, all the while his fingers stimulating her nipples with the hard steel links. In fact, as he dragged the chain links up and down, they caught against Zeke’s nipples, too.
Ty cupped her breasts and stroked, then released her wrists from Zeke’s chains. He drew her back and kissed her, then took her hand and led her a few paces along the wall.
“Chain me to the wall.” Ty handed her two carabiner clips, then held his fisted hands in front of her. He wore thick black leather wristbands. And nothing else.
“Yes, Master.”
She took the clips and attached them to the rings on the bands. He lifted his arms to within reach of another set of chains attached to the walls. Pushing herself on her tiptoes, she grabbed the end of one of the chains and clipped his wrist to it. Then the other. She stepped back and stared at him.
Now what?
“Unchain Zeke and use him as your slave.”
She raised her eyebrows. “So I am the Mistress now?”
“To Zeke. I am still your Master.”
