He couldn’t see her eyes, but knew she must be staring daggers at Stephon because the other man smiled devilishly. Matt expected something smart to spill from her mouth, but was actually surprised her shoulders relaxed and she said, “No, Sir.”
Matt sat down and noticed Jewel looking back and forth between them. She gave a slight tug on her still-secured arms. “Question, love?” Stephon placed a strawberry at her lips and she bit down on the fruit.
Matt broke off a small piece of bacon and waited for her to swallow before bringing it to her mouth. She took the food from his fingers. “Would you like water or juice to drink?” he asked.
“I really want coffee.” A touch of ire showed in her eyes.
“We don’t want to burn you and the carafe will stay warm for a while. You can have coffee after you’re untied.”
She lifted her chin slightly. “Water.”
The two men talked to each other, ate and continued sharing until most of the food was gone.
Finally, with a frustrated sigh, Jewel asked, “Am I allowed to speak?”
Matt grinned at her. “Of course.”
She bit her lip and he knew she was deciding if what she wanted to say would cause further punishment. She breathed in deeply and obviously controlled the impulse to take his head off verbally. “I can’t take the entire week off work because I need the money. I know the two of you are rich, but I don’t feel right taking more than you’ve already shared.” She looked around the room. “The private car, the meals, and this suite are too much. I needed a few days to feel safe, and you gave me that, but now I’m fine.”
Stephon stood without Matt saying anything, and walked around and knelt beside her. He released the ankle cuffs and then her hands before massaging her arms to soothe the muscles. “Let’s go sit in the living room and talk.” He kissed her bruised cheek.
“May I have coffee?”
“I’ll get it.” Matt knew they needed this talk, but it would worry him less if they had it after sex and not after punishment.
Jewel walked over and sat on the couch. Matt gathered coffee, creamer, and sugar onto one of the trays from the cart. He carried it over and placed it on the side table. Using his leg, he pushed the ottoman closer.
Stephon positioned himself slightly sideways so he faced her, and Matt knew it was hard for him not to gather her close. Matt was fighting the same impulse.
Stephon spoke first, “We know this past week has been a whirlwind. We can’t make you stay, but we’re asking for the rest of the week and then the weekend. You’ve worked hard for years and made ends meet. It’s one of the things we admire about you, but we have more money than we know what to do with, and over the next six days we don’t want you thinking about anything but the three of us.”
Matt took her hand, rubbing her cool fingers gently. “You’re an amazing dream come true, but we can’t know if this will work unless we try. The money is nothing.” He looked around the suite. “This is all because we were gifted with talent and someone saw it. Let us take care of your expenses for the week and give us this chance to make this work.”
A single tear slipped from her eye. Stephon leaned in and kissed it away. “Don’t cry.” His husky words caused another tear to fall. “Just these few days, love.”
She took a long, slow breath. “I’m sorry I’m such a baby. The two of you have been wonderful to me.” She shook her head and a touch of ire entered her voice. “I don’t like being punished.”
“That’s the idea of punishment, love.”
“I think I’d rather be spanked.” She turned to Matt.
Stephon tipped her chin in his direction. “I promise you won’t enjoy it the next time.”
“Punishment makes me feel like a child.”
Stephon positioned himself closer to her side. “It’s the BDSM dynamic. We’ve plunged you into our lifestyle pretty quickly. This is how we live, but at the same time we don’t want a slave.” He gave a short laugh. “Punishing you turns us on.”
“You ignored me.”
Matt took her hand again and placed it on his hard erection. “My cock didn’t ignore you. I wanted nothing more than to fuck you in that chair. Your smart mouth turns us on too, but you need to learn the flip side of the coin and decide if you can stand the punishment when your mouth goes too far. Your safeword works for any reason. Always.” He compelled her with his slow, gravelly voice. “Give us this week.”
Her eyes burned into his. “I can’t stand the thought of being here alone again. I love Angela and enjoyed her company, but I missed you both terribly. These rooms reminded me of you. If you need to leave me again, I want to go to my apartment.”
Matt relaxed. She would give them the week.
Stephon kissed the ridge of her jaw before moving up and taking her mouth, but he stopped the kiss before it deepened. “We have no intention of leaving you again this week. We’ll probably practice a few times, but you’ll be with us. We’d like to take you to the club.”
Her voice changed, “I won’t be whipped.”
Stephon laughed. “Angela likes the whip, but neither of us is comfortable with it. I’d love to try a crop or tawes, but we can work up to that. There’s nothing that can replace my handprint on your ass.”
She blushed, but asked anyway. “So you’ll spank me without it being a punishment?” Her eyes showed how much the thought turned her on.
“She’s killing me.” Stephon looked at Matt.
“I have a feeling your enjoyment over spankings will become the major focus of our day. You sitting down at dinner might be a little rough, though.”
“I’ll suffer through it.”
Her hand tightened around Matt’s erection. “My jaw is sore and needs a slight workout too. I think I know just the thing.” Huskiness flowed with the words and Matt’s cock jumped further to attention.
Matt pushed the ottoman back. Stephon took her arm and helped her to her feet. “Don’t either of you move,” Stephon said as he walked away. He came back with a pair of handcuffs, but instead of putting them on her, he told Matt to place his hands behind his back. Jewel’s eyes widened while she watched Stephon secure him. “Stand up and move closer to her, Matt.”
Matt loved when Stephon went into full Top mode and just the sound of the other man’s voice let him know Stephon was taking charge.
Stephon turned to Jewel and fisted her hair, bringing her lips up as his came down. He gave her mouth a thorough workout before ending the kiss and giving further instructions.
“I want you kissing your way down his body, love. Touch him however you want, but not his cock.” Stephon sat down on the couch to watch.
Matt knew Stephon was doing this for her. They’d heard her sighs of frustration when they wouldn’t let her touch them. It wasn’t that they had a problem with her soft hands, but keeping her restrained made what they did to her body that much more intense. Matt waited to see where she’d start.
She moved so her naked breasts touched his bare chest and using her teeth, she took his bottom lip and held it for a moment. Her hands went to his arms, squeezing the muscles and then moving up until she reached his shoulders. Her tongue came out and licked his lips without breaching their confines. He had trouble believing this was the same shy girl who blushed when he talked about anything intimate.
She slowly drove him crazy while Stephon watched. Her hands traveled down his chest and played with his hard nipples and then her mouth replaced her fingers. His indrawn breath made her smile against the tight bud, but she’d only begun her torture. Between kisses and nips, her tongue lathed his flesh, making his unused cock harder than rock.
Stephon’s low voice broke into her feast, “Unzip him, love, and then push his pants over his hips, but don’t touch.”
She complied. Matt wasn’t wearing underwear, and her hands glided over his hips as she pushed his jeans down and went to her knees. Her incredibly blue eyes looked up at him as his cock sprang free, aligning perfectly with her d
electable lips.
Stephon’s husky voice continued, “I only want you tasting the tip.”
Matt groaned when her hot tongue slid over the end of his cock.
“Stop, love.” Stephon waited for her to pull back. “Do you feel the slit?” His voice lowered further. “Use your hands to hold his cock and fuck just the slit with your tongue.”
Matt couldn’t watch or he’d come before the blow job even started. Her tongue played around the sensitive slit and he heard the sound of saliva moistening her mouth. “I’m not going to make it.”
“Stop, love.”
Matt’s cock slipped from her lips and he groaned loudly.
Stephon looked at him with mild irritation and spoke to Jewel, “He’s not behaving, love, and he needs to practice his control.”
“May I spank him?” she asked playfully.
Stephon grinned at Matt. “We’ve created a monster.”
Her warm breath washed over Matt’s wet dick, causing him to suck in oxygen.
She spoke, “He’ll like a spanking as much as me.” And then she purposely blew air across his cock and watched it jump in response.
Stephon came up behind her and pulled back on her hair. “You’re the naughty one, love. He needs to come more than he needs a spanking. I want to hear the blow job. Make it slobbery and dirty for me, love. We’ll see how long he lasts.”
Matt started to speak, “Two seco…” Her lips surrounded him with no warning and she used every trick he taught her. Stephon’s fingers in her hair controlled some of her movements, which only turned Matt on more.
When Matt was close, Stephon whispered, “Come on her breasts.”
Matt held himself back as long as he could, which wasn’t more than a few minutes total. He shifted his hips back, pulling his cock from her mouth with the first rush of ejaculation.
“Hold him, Jewel. Cover your breasts with his cum.”
Her hands wrapped around his cock and directed the hot semen to her breasts. Stephon loved this.
“Stay where you are.” He walked into the bedroom and came out with handcuff keys and a condom. After unlocking Matt’s cuffs, he moved the ottoman even further back. “Lay back, Matt, and spread your legs. Pull her on top of you so her chest rubs against yours.” When they complied, Stephon removed his pants, rolled the condom on, and moved in behind her. He took her hips, lifting her ass into the air. “Take her mouth, Matt, and fuck it with yours until I make her scream.”
Matt felt her body tense when Stephon’s cock drove into her pussy. Then, he did exactly what his friend requested. His cum made her chest slide over his and sounds of their sticky motion filled the room. He used his mouth to mirror what Stephon did to her pussy. When Stephon’s thrusts became wild, she tried to pull away from Matt’s kiss, but he put pressure on her neck keeping her in place. She finally screamed past his mouth, and before the cry ended Stephon grunted above them, giving two more sharp forward thrusts before going still and letting himself come.
Chapter Thirty
Jewel
Six days of eye-opening bliss and Jewel was deeply in love. Even another ball gag punishment didn’t bother her, because she knew Stephon’s and Matt’s hard cocks suffered as much as she did. The mind-blowing sex afterward made it worth the forty-five minutes she sat tied to a chair and watched them look uninterested. The hardest part was holding back her laugher and acting irritated over the exile.
Her ass remained red too, and for someone who at one time didn’t understand another woman’s need for a spanking, she now craved the sexual ecstasy they unleashed when it happened. Stephon used a tawes and crop, but like him, she preferred his hand. Matt never spanked her, but had no problem tantalizing her body while Stephon administered the pain. Slowly she realized Stephon controlled Matt to some extent and both men dominated her fully. Their dynamic was a huge turn on.
They took her to the club, managing to get past some of her trepidation over being unclothed in front of others. She watched Krispin torture Angela with a vibrator and then use his mouth before Matt and Stephon took her into the back alcove and told her to disrobe. Her fingers shook, but she did it for them. They encouraged her during the entire scene, quickly focusing her attention on them and their slow sensuous control of her body.
Her favorite time was laying in bed between them at night, after their hands, mouths, and cocks drove her to mind-blowing ecstasy. Then they would cuddle and talk quietly about their dreams. She often woke up on top of Matt with Stephon’s arm wrapped around them both. Her two men had no shame when it came to each other, and she loved that their unique friendship enabled them to include her completely without jealously.
On the third morning of their glorious week, Matt went to the gym to work out and Stephon stayed behind. His slow, wet kisses quickly had her heart racing, but she fought her response.
Stephon’s hot breath ruffled her hair while he nuzzled her neck. “What’s wrong, love?”
The uncertainty she felt came through in her voice, “Matt.”
His low laugh sent goose bumps across her skin. “He knows what we’re doing. It’s not always about the two of us being with you, and you’ll have your times alone with him too.”
She relaxed and took him at his word. “Then fuck me, please, Sir.” She knew the title got him every time.
Shaking the erotic memories from her head, she looked around the small kitchen. It was their last day and she planned to cook a large meal and wanted everything perfect. Stephon didn’t have his keyboards in the suite, but he was no slouch on guitar and the two men were sitting in the living area working on some new music. Spending hours at rehearsal with them allowed her to see the genius behind their tattoos and bad boy images. Krispin’s voice was hands down incredible, but Matt belonged to her, and chills passed over her skin when he sang. Stephon sang a little backup vocal, but his gifts were his fingers. Even during a difficult solo, he’d look at her and wink or smile. It made Angela laugh and she’d teased Jewel non-stop.
“His fingers are amazing, and I bet they’re hot when he’s done playing.” Was only one of many lines she tossed out to make Jewel blush.
Again, Jewel mentally shook herself from thinking about the past week and tonight’s dinner culminating their special time together. Her heart ached when she considered leaving them, and she would cry if she actually thought about them returning to California. They hadn’t made any mention of a future this week. She knew what they had was special, but she also knew they were worldlier than her. She finished her preparations, placed the large dish in the oven, and then walked into the living area. Stephon sat on the couch strumming his guitar while Matt walked around playing his.
“Come over here, love, and sit.” Stephon opened his legs a little farther.
She sat on the floor, placing her head on his knee while following Matt with her eyes.
Matt stopped walking and said, “I liked that. Play it again.”
Stephon’s fingers flew over the strings and Matt mimicked the sound on his own guitar.
“We need to have Krispin listen to this tomorrow. I think it’ll work for the new song he wrote.” Matt tried the intricate melody again, adding a little more rock and roll flavor.
Stephon’s hand left his guitar and brushed her hair aside, skimming his fingers over her cheek where the bruise was almost completely faded. He pinched her earlobe between his fingers. “Something smells wonderful.”
“Emm.” It was hard to focus on speech when he touched her. “I made you a special surprise.”
Matt’s fingers stopped in the middle of the riff. “I heard that. Am I included?”
She smiled lazily. “Only if you keep playing.”
Stephon sat his guitar to the side and reached to help her up so she sat in his lap. He continued skimming his fingers over her sensitive flesh, moving to her shoulder and then under the neckline of her low-cut top. They had succeeded in keeping her braless, but she insisted on clothes, even though they came off at an alarmi
ng rate.
Stephon’s fingers stilled and she peeked up, seeing his head resting back and his eyes closed. His palm cupped her breast, but she knew he’d dozed off.
Matt changed the music to something slower, and softly serenaded her, making her own eyes drift closed. This is what she would remember most—the way they comforted each other.
The buzzer on the oven startled her awake. Stephon’s fingers were lightly pinching her nipple. “Where’s Matt?” she asked sleepily.
“He’s in the shower. Can I help you with dinner?” He switched to her other nipple.
Her breath caught, but she managed to speak, “You’ll let me boss you around my kitchen?”
“I think I can handle it this once.” He removed his hand, much to her consternation.
The buzzer continued its loud blare and with a short sigh she stood and went to check the food. Stephon set the table while she tossed a salad and placed rolls in the oven. She made them lasagna because she heard them talking about an Italian restaurant they wanted to take her to.
Dinner was perfect, but she sensed the same feelings of melancholy coming from them that she felt. She couldn’t stand it anymore. “I’m going back to work tomorrow.”
Two sets of piercing gazes turned her way.
She slowly placed her fork on her plate and looked between them. “This has been the most incredible week of my life. I know you plan to return to California soon and you’ve stayed here because of me.” She gulped in air, managing to hold back her tears. “Will you visit me?”
Matt’s fork clattered to his plate and he was up and out of his chair before she could stop him. She held her palm out. If he touched her she would start crying and not be able to stop. “Don’t, please. Let’s just talk, Matt.”
He didn’t stop and took her hand, bringing it to his lips. “We have no intention of letting you go. You can return to work, but we’ll take you and be waiting when you get off. You never need to work again, but we understand if that’s what you want.”
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