Friends Like These

by Tymber Dalton

  Chapter Ten

  Sully had honestly been more interested in striping both Mac’s and Clarisse’s asses on one of the spanking benches than fucking either one of them.

  Not that he didn’t enjoy fucking them, because he did. But he could do that on any given night, usually, as long as they locked their bedroom door and gagged Clarisse so she couldn’t scream her head off when she came.

  Beating their asses, however, with two toddlers and two babies at home, had become an exercise in sextreme creativity. It was rare that all three of them could get away at the same time for play for longer than a couple of hours.

  And they couldn’t have a playroom at home. His office had become the nursery for their twin girls, and what had been their home dungeon was now his office.

  They were in the market to buy a new house and move, but then with Clarisse’s complications during pregnancy, she hadn’t been in any condition to handle house hunting, much less a move. So that had been postponed.

  Mac, with wrist and ankle cuffs, was the first one he bent over the bench. With Mac blindfolded and gagged, Sully wasted no time getting started. He made Clarisse sit by Mac’s head and reach under him, tugging on his nipple rings, teasing him, kissing him, nibbling on his neck and shoulders.

  Sully spanked him, bare-handed at first, to settle Mac into the scene. From there, Sully quickly stepped up to a paddle, pausing every few hard swats to reach between the man’s legs and cup his sac, fondling his cock.

  Yes, Mac was hard and dripping.

  Even through a heavy flogger, a riding crop, a heavier paddle, Mac stayed hard, bucking his hips every time Sully paused to torment his cock some more.

  Smiling, Sully snapped his fingers, getting Clarisse’s attention, and pointed under Mac.

  She needed no further encouragement. Changing position, she slid under his hips and swallowed Mac’s cock.

  “Don’t make him come yet, pet,” he ordered.

  Now Sully switched to a severe cane. He wanted exacting control so he didn’t accidentally hit her with it while she was servicing Mac’s cock. He took hard strokes that immediately raised welts on Mac’s flesh, pausing between them, his own cock responding every time Mac’s moan of pain turned into one of pleasure again from what Clarisse was doing to him.

  He’d thought about not letting Mac come, making him wait until Clarisse’s scene, but then took pity on the man. Plus, as hard as he’d walloped Mac, the residual, stinging pain in his ass would last for a while and easily get him horny and ready again.

  “Make him come, pet,” Sully ordered. He picked up the pace of the cane strokes, his cock now throbbing with every moan, every sound Mac made. The restrained man rocked his hips, thrusting, trying to fuck her mouth even as Sully sliced the cane across his flesh. He watched, gauging, timing it just right so that the crescendo of strokes perfectly coincided with Mac finally tensing and groaning as his balls pumped a load of cum into their beautiful slave’s mouth.

  And then Mac went limp on the bench, trembling, panting.

  Sully set the cane aside and tenderly stroked Mac’s flesh. “Pet, enough for right now.”

  He would have sworn she let out a disappointed grumble, but she released Mac’s cock and emerged from under him.

  She helped Sully free Mac, draping a towel around him and sitting him on the floor at the end of the bench where Clarisse’s head would be. He removed Mac’s gag and blindfold and leaned in, kissing him. “Better?”

  Mac smiled. “Sooo much better, Sir. Thank you.”

  Once Mac was feeling frisky again, Sully felt assured Mac would join in.

  For now, he wanted Clarisse’s gorgeous, rounded ass on the bench.

  She also wore leather wrist and ankle cuffs.

  And nothing else.

  He quickly got her positioned and restrained after gagging and blindfolding her.

  “Ready, pet?”

  She wiggled her ass in response.

  That drew a laugh from him, and a smile from Mac, who was watching from where he sat.

  “I wouldn’t get too frisky,” Mac warned her. “You know what that does to him.”

  Sully slipped two fingers between her legs, her labia already slick with her juices. He met with no resistance as he slid them deep inside her pussy, making her moan.

  “Yep, those kinds of noises,” Sully said.

  Then he brought his other hand down, hard, on her left ass cheek, making her moan in a different way. “And those. You can make all the noise you want here tonight,” he said. “And I get to put some marks on this beautiful ass.”

  He alternated sides, spanking her, finger-fucking her, until he knew from her noises and from the way she squirmed on the bench that she was already riding that thin line between pleasure and pain, subspace imminent.

  Pulling his fingers from her pussy, he chuckled at her disappointed whine. He walked around to her head and slid his fingers into Mac’s mouth. Mac sucked, licked, looking up at him, meeting his gaze.

  Sully didn’t miss how Mac’s cock was already showing signs of interest again.

  He smiled down at Mac. “Anytime you’re ready to join in, feel free. Permission to come, buddy.”

  Mac smiled around Sully’s fingers. “Thank you, Sir,” he mumbled.

  Sully finally coaxed Mac to relinquish his fingers and returned to Clarisse’s ass. He went to get a stiff, braided leather flogger from his bag. When he turned, Mac already had Clarisse’s gag off her and had replaced it with his cock.

  “That was quick,” Sully teased.

  Mac shrugged. “I was really horny.”

  She sucked Mac’s cock while he cradled her head in his hands. Sully took the flogger and went after her ass with it, making her moan and squirm, turning her flesh a delicious shade of pink he loved seeing her wear. When he slid two fingers into her pussy again, she arched her back, trying to urge him to fuck her.

  He knew what she wanted. He would give her a nice beating, and in return, he—and Mac—would give her a long, screaming series of orgasms that would leave her breathless and limp.

  He pulled the fingers from her pussy and reached over her. Mac already had his mouth open, sucking her juices from Sully’s fingers, a sparkle in the man’s eye Sully was always glad to see.

  It beat the days of sitting in the ICU with Clarisse, next to Mac’s hospital bed, and hoping Mac would one day open his eyes again.

  This? This was heaven.

  After several minutes of that, he swapped the braided leather flogger for a lightweight wooden paddle. He also got the vibrator ready. His cock now strained against the front of his shorts as he systematically covered her ass, the backs and sides of her thighs, with strokes from that paddle, a riding crop, a different paddle. He worked through a leather strap, and then to a harsher paddle.

  Mac had his lower lip caught under his teeth, a sure sign of him trying to hold back his orgasm. Sully suspected her loud and vocal moans were doing their usual stellar work at imitating a vibrator along Mac’s cock.

  Now his own cock had entered the mix, throbbing, pulsing, wanting to be buried inside Clarisse’s pussy and not relegated to interested—very interested—bystander status.

  He opted to skip a few steps. She’d been going for about thirty minutes, and he knew she was close to her limit for a scene when she was this out of practice. He went to the cane, a different one than he’d used on Mac, not as severe, a little less bite.

  Without warning, he gave her five moderate strokes with it, tensing her, making her squeal in pain and Mac moan in pleasure.

  Sully dropped the cane and shoved down his shorts, sliding his cock inside her pussy before grabbing the vibrator and pressing it against her clit. When he flicked it on, she arched against her restraints, moaning long and loud as the climax hit her.

  “Yeah, that’s it,” Mac gasped as he started actively fucking her mouth.

  Sully waited before he started fucking her pussy, knowing once he got started he wouldn’t want to stop or
hold back, wanting to make sure she got off, her reward for letting his not-so-inner-sadist play with her flesh. He never went after her as hard as he did Mac, but he appreciated her trust in him even more for the faith she had in him.

  Mac’s final grunt told Sully the man had come. That’s when Sully started fucking her, slowly at first, her pussy pulsing around his cock from the vibrator and her orgasms.

  Good. So, sooo good. Wet, warm, slick heat grabbed at his shaft as he thrust, picking up speed and strength. He kept the vibrator pressed against her clit even as she moaned her way through another wave of pleasure.

  He had her exactly where he wanted her. How long he could keep her there now at this point depended on how long his cock could hold out.

  His gaze met Mac’s, and that’s when Sully’s cock exploded, catching him by surprise as he was able to take a few last, hard thrusts inside her before falling still.

  Still, he kept the vibrator against her clit. She wasn’t done yet, and he didn’t want to interrupt her. That would just be rude.

  He was a sadist, not an asshole.

  He crooked a finger at Mac, motioning him to come to him. He did, and Sully pointed at the floor by his feet.

  Sully pulled his cock from her pussy and slid it into Mac’s mouth, where his partner’s skilled lips and tongue eagerly set to work on him.

  “Hold this,” he said, putting one of Mac’s hands on the vibrator to keep it in place.

  With both hands free, he started fucking Mac’s mouth, hoping he could get it up a second time that quickly. Sometimes he couldn’t at his age, but sometimes he could.

  Every once in a while, he’d reach over and slap Clarisse’s ass with his bare hand, which made her come harder and tweaked his cock’s interest in the process.

  Sure enough, Mac came through for him. Once he was hard again, he pulled his cock from Mac’s mouth and plunged it into Clarisse’s pussy, making her moan even louder.

  “You can thank Sir for that later,” Sully told her. “He got Master’s cock nice and hard again for you.” This time, he grabbed her by the hips, hard, fingers sinking into her flesh as he fucked her. Deep, hard, fast. With Mac to run the vibrator, Sully was free to ravish her pussy, this time building up to and getting to fully enjoy the second load of cum he planted deep inside her.

  He let Mac turn the vibrator off and Clarisse slumped over the bench. Panting, sated, finished.

  Almost.

  He let Mac lick his cock clean before Mac buried his face in her pussy and began eating her out. At first she squealed, twisting, trying to escape his persistent tongue and mouth.

  Sully walked around to her head and grabbed a handful of hair. “Pet, let Sir do his job and clean my girl’s pussy up.” She whined, which soon turned to whimpers, followed by moans as Mac had built her up close to another orgasm.

  He crushed his mouth against hers, kissing her, swallowing her moans when she tipped over the edge and exploded one last time before Mac relented and sat up.

  He wore a pleased smile on his face.

  “Such a good girl,” Sully whispered to her before releasing her.

  Sully wrapped her in a blanket and led her to the couch while Mac cleaned the bench and put their things away before joining them. Draped across Sully’s lap, and Mac’s, she wore a blissful smile.

  “Love you, Master,” she said.

  He touched the tip of her nose with his finger. “Love you, too, pet.”

  She cracked an eyelid open to look at Mac. “Love you, too, Sir.”

  Mac stroked her legs. “Love you, too, pet. Better?”

  “Mmhmm.”

  Sully closed his eyes and tipped his head back against the couch. No, the night wasn’t over for them, not by a long shot. But at least they’d worked some frantic energy out of their systems. When they finally did leave and return to their hotel room, they’d likely make slow, languid love, the three of them, before sinking into an exhausted sleep.

  This…this was for fun. To burn off frisky energy.

  And to give Mac a desperately needed masochistic fix that he was long overdue.

  Yes, this was heaven. Absolutely, with these two partners by his side. He might own them, but they owned him, too. And he’d never forget that.

  Chapter Eleven

  Leigh sat on the pool deck, at the deep end, her feet dangling in the water as she watched the party unfolding around her. It had downshifted gears slightly into a more mellow mood. There were more people playing, plenty of people having sex in the hot tub and the pool and elsewhere, and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely.

  Tilly walked over, kicked off her sandals, and sat next to her. “Are you all right?”

  She sighed. “Yeah. I’ll be fine.”

  “Are we okay?” Tilly spoke in a somber tone Leigh had never heard from her friend before.

  Leigh turned to her, shocked, throwing her arms around her friend. “Absolutely, we’re okay. Why would you ask me that?”

  “Okay. You just seem a little…down tonight. Are you all right with us having the baby shower? I know I sort of pushed it on you. Did I push too hard and far?”

  Leigh rested her head on Tilly’s shoulder. “No, you didn’t. I loved the party. Yes, I am thrilled with the baby shower. Thank you for that, too. It’s not that.” She looked up at her friend. “You’re going to think this is silly.”

  “What?”

  Leigh snuggled into her friend’s arms again. “I’m bummed. The guys are making me hire an assistant.”

  “I don’t think you’re being silly, but I am confused. Why are you bummed about that?”

  Leigh dropped her voice, making sure no one but Tilly could hear her. “I don’t want to sound like I’m ungrateful for the turn of events in our lives. I’m not. I love Nick, I love having him as part of our family, and I’d never give him up. But…Hollywood. Tilly, I go out there and it’s like I feel like I’m looking over my shoulder all the damn time. Can’t even go to the fricking grocery store anymore. All I buy fresh now is produce, meat, and bakery stuff. Everything else gets ordered from Amazon and dropped at my front door.

  “And it’s not just the paparazzi, but people who will smile to your face and stick a knife in your back. Metaphorically speaking. It’s not like you guys.”

  Leigh let out another sigh. “I miss my friends. I miss the anonymity. I miss the trust. We could never have a party like this out in Hollywood. It’d be all over Instagram in seconds. And that makes me so damn sad because I feel like we traded off a really good thing for something that on the surface is fabulous, but maybe it wasn’t worth the trade-off.”

  “Sorry, sweetie. I don’t know what to tell you. My experience with LA is limited to my contact with the people in Lan’s office out there, and they—”

  Leigh sat bolt upright. “Oh. My. God.”

  Tilly frowned. “What? Why am I getting a bad feeling right now?”

  Leigh grinned. “You don’t work full-time, do you?”

  “I don’t even work part-time, technically, unless you count the occasional Domme gig and taking care of our house. You know that. Why?”

  Leigh let out a squeal. “It’d be perfect! You’ll be perfect!”

  “Perfect for what?”

  Leigh grabbed her hands. “Please? I’m begging you, come to work for me as my assistant! It’s perfect! You’d have no trouble running interference for me!”

  Landry and Cris chose that moment to walk over. “Everything all right, Leigh?” Landry asked.

  Leigh let go of Tilly and clambered to her feet, grabbing Landry by the shirt. “Please, please, please, let me hire Tilly as my assistant!”

  “What?” the two men—and Tilly—said in unison.

  “But, honey,” Tilly said, “I don’t know anything about—”

  “Lucas!” Leigh yelled, getting his attention and waving him over.

  By this time, Tilly had made it to her feet. Leigh, however, wouldn’t be refused, and started explaining everything to Cr
is and Landry.

  Lucas, who’d waved their Nick over, listened but didn’t interrupt.

  “It’ll pay seventy-five grand a year to start,” Leigh said. “Plus we pick up all the travel and living expenses, and you’d get a car, too. Please?”

  Tilly tried again. “Honey, I don’t know anything about Hollywood or the entertainment busi—”

  Landry turned to Cris. “We were talking about making her take on a hobby, weren’t we?”

  Tilly looked shocked. “What?”

  Cris smiled. “Yes, Sir. We were.”

  Tilly scowled. “Wait a minute—”

  Landry nodded. “Then, it’s settled.” He smiled at Leigh. “When does she start?”

  Leigh let out a delighted, ear-splitting squee as she wrapped her arms around Tilly in a bear hug. If it hadn’t been for Lucas and Landry both reaching out to grab them, the two women would have ended up in the pool.

  “Wait, what just happened?” Tilly said.

  “We’ve pimped you out as Leigh’s assistant, love,” Landry drawled.

  “More like her consigliere,” Cris snarked.

  “Hey!” Tilly protested.

  “Okay,” Cris said. “Seriously, in Cris to Tilly mode, you tell me how you won’t go out there and not bust balls and mow people down to protect your friends? Metaphorically mow them down,” he quickly added. “I love you, but honey, you’ve got ’tude. And in this case, that’s a good thing. You’ll need every ounce of it and then some.”

  “And then we reap the rewards of her unleashing on them,” Landry said. “She’ll come back all relaxed and frisky.”

  The men fist-bumped.

  “Seriously, you won’t have any trouble doing this,” Leigh assured her. “It’s scheduling and handling the phone and helping me with work projects, running interference for me when we’re out, being my right-hand man, and we’ll show you what to do. And most importantly, I trust you, I know you’ll keep our secrets, and I love the hell out of you!”

  “And she’s a nurse,” Cris added with an evil grin. “She can make sure Leigh’s following her doctor’s orders during her pregnancy.”