Logan sauntered inside with two beers dangling from one hand and a leather flogger in the other.
Joe set out his tools, pliers, fishing line, feathers and assorted hooks, and began fashioning the first of several lures he intended to make while Sarah “settled”.
From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of her flushed face. Her neck craned upward to catch his eye.
Sarah knelt on a thickly padded step, her body draped forward over an upholstered bench that angled downward so that her ass was raised high. Her wrists were buckled into restraints that were fastened with snap hooks to the side of the bench to hold her down.
Leather bands enclosing her upper thighs were also fastened to the side of the bench so that her knees were spread, her pussy open for anyone standing behind her to see. Only he’d faced her toward the table so he could watch her changing expressions.
She’d made a show of reluctance, dragging her feet toward the bench. He’d seen the flicker of interest in her gaze when he’d called it a spanking bench, and he knew she’d assumed he’d get down to the business of spanking very quickly, followed by a wild fucking.
Patience wasn’t one of Sweet Sarah’s virtues. When he’d strapped her in then left her, she’d squealed in frustration, and then let loose a non-stop rant which questioned his masculinity, his sexual persuasion, and even his mother’s species.
Logan tapped his foot under the table. Joe raised his gaze and followed it to the velvet pouch he’d deposited on the table along with other implements they’d use as the evening progressed.
Joe picked up the bag and poured the contents into his palm. Nipple clamps, tweezers really. Joe shoved away from the table and walked toward Sarah.
Her gaze narrowed with deadly intent.
Joe dangled the clamps from the metal chain attached to both in front of her nose.
Her face screwed up in confusion, and then their function dawned on her. Her head reared back. “You are not putting those on my tits.”
Joe bit back a grin. “Need I remind you, you left free will behind at the door?”
Her face flushed a bright red. “That was before I knew you were just bringing me here to play with the furniture.”
Joe knelt in front of her. The padded bench ended just beneath her breasts, so they swung free, the distended tips pointing toward the floor.
He pushed the metal circle at the bottom of one clamp down to open it and held it to her nipple as he pushed the circle up to tighten it. “This too tight?” he asked softly.
Her lips trembled then firmed into a straight line.
“I’ll take that as a no.” He slid the ring higher, listening to her erratic breaths. The higher he nudged the circle, the shorter her intakes of air—until a tiny whimper slipped between her lips.
He eased off slightly, and then applied the second clamp to her other nipple.
When they were both in place, he tugged the chain suspended between them then straightened and walked away.
Behind him, Sarah sighed.
Logan picked up an apple from the bowl of fruit he’d brought out. He polished it against his shirt, and then dropped it back into the bowl, picking up a large plum next. Satisfaction gleamed in his eyes as his gaze met Joe’s, and he stood.
Joe settled in his seat, peering over his shoulder as Logan walked toward Sarah then circled behind her.
Although she tried, she couldn’t quite crane her neck around to see what he was up to.
Logan knelt on the second kneeling pad behind her, causing the leather the squeak, and arched a wicked eyebrow at Joe. The plum disappeared.
From the opening and closing of her lips, Joe didn’t have to guess where the plum went.
Logan bent over her and placed a kiss on top of her hip. “Plums are made for dipping, don’t you know?”
His face disappeared behind her. Sarah’s eyes closed for a moment, her lips pursing around a quickly drawn breath then easing as Logan came back up.
“Maybe a little too ripe for my taste. Joe, why don’t you give it a try?”
Joe stood slowly, adjusting himself because he’d become too aroused for his cockstand not to pass notice. Logan’s smirk as he passed him on the way back to his table told him he understood his predicament but didn’t have an ounce of sympathy.
Sarah’s face craned upward, color now washing her cheeks beet red.
As he came around her backside, he couldn’t resist sliding his open palm over one cheek. Soft, creamy skin, rounded buttocks—perfectly made to cushion a man when he came at her from behind.
Then his gaze fell on her open sex where the purple plum was nestled between reddened labia, which were engorged and glistening with arousal.
His mouth watered even before he knelt on the padded bench and bent downward. He stroked his tongue over the fruit, touching the delicate lips gripping it.
Sarah’s bottom quivered.
He stroked again, tasting the sweet-plummy taste and bit the flesh. Liquid dripped from the fruit, spilling over her hooded clit to land on the leather. “Juicy,” he whispered just loud enough for her to hear. He smeared his finger in the juice and reached around to her face.
“Bite me, and I promise you’ll be here all night,” he said softly.
Her lips opened, and her tongue swept out to take the sweet juice, licking his finger clean.
As a reward for her obedience, he licked the juices from around the fruit, then dipped lower and pulled her clitoris between his lips and suckled it.
Sarah’s hips tilted higher, and he suckled harder, swirling his tongue across the hardening nub, until her quivering came in waves and her thighs tensed hard.
When she mewled, he pulled away, pressed his thumbs against each side of her opening and popped out the plum.
As he walked back to the table, he ate the fruit, tossing the pit into the trashcan without looking back to see her expression.
Logan’s one-sided grin told him what he needed to know. Sarah wasn’t happy. His chin lifted toward the lure Joe had just finished off with a snip of his pliers. “What kinda fish you gonna catch with that thing?”
Joe cocked one eyebrow. “What does it matter if it actually works? It’s pretty.” After all, the point wasn’t at the end of the lure’s hook.
His buddy stretched his arms above his head and feigned a yawn. Then he shoved away from the table and strode to the pegboard mounted on one wall. He plucked a red leather flogger from its mounting hooks and flicked the tail at the air, seeming satisfied with the crack it made.
Joe glanced at Sarah from the corner of his eye, noted her widening eyes, and grinned.
Her head ducked down to hide her expression.
He angled his chair to watch then took a swig of his beer as Logan walked around Sarah, touching her shoulder, shifting her hair from one side to the other, tickling her back with the ends of the strands. Then he trailed the suede flanges of the flogger down her spine and over her buttocks.
The muscles of Sarah’s arms flexed, and she tugged at her restraints. Her thighs tensed. Her breaths deepened.
“I’ll be angry if you let me hurt you, Sarah,” Logan said, his voice deepening from its usual drawl. “Don’t be ashamed to tell me what you feel.”
Logan glanced to the curtains covering a large picture window and lifted his chin to Joe.
Joe bit back a grin. He’d heard all about Logan’s little Peeping Tomasina and walked to the window to open the curtains wide, making sure the house at the end of the little cul-de-sac had a good view into the playroom.
Logan was helping him out tonight. He didn’t mind sharing Sarah’s training with the woman who’d caught his buddy’s attention. The house sitting on the neighboring property was completely dark, but Joe didn’t doubt they’d be watched.
A glance over his shoulder at Sarah’s shocked face said she wasn’t nearly as open to the idea.
“Afraid someone’s gonna call the cops?” he asked.
“Anyone could see us,” she
said between clenched teeth.
“It’s just Amy Keating,” Logan said. “She’s probably already asleep.”
“The schoolteacher? You trying to shock her into a heart attack?”
“Shock her into something,” Logan muttered, then lifted the flogger and flicked it at one of Sarah’s pale cheeks.
Sarah’s breath hissed between clenched teeth. “That hurt.”
“Glad you shared that,” Logan said, raising it again to flick the opposite cheek.
“Thought you didn’t want to hurt me.”
“I’m not. You’re ready to argue with me. Means you’re not nearly there.” Logan flicked the backs of her thighs and her buttocks, leaving red blotches all over her pretty, pale skin.
Sarah’s lips were held in a thin, mutinous line, her gaze aimed daggers at Joe. If not for the heady scent of arousal wafting through the room, he might have worried they’d taken this too far.
Logan stood directly behind her and draped the flanges along the crease of her buttocks, then rubbed the suede into the moisture seeping between her legs.
When he lifted the handle again, the flicks had a sharper sound due to the moisture soaking the leather strands.
When her bottom was completely red, Logan walked back to the table and opened his own plastic box. From inside he drew out another pouch, which he tossed to Joe.
“Put this on her, low buzz.”
Joe came around behind Sarah, admiring her warmed flesh and the thickening of the labia framing her honey-slick entrance. He poured the contents of the pouch into his hand, grinning when he saw the pink butterfly vibrator with matching straps.
He fit the gelled plastic to her entrance and slipped the straps around her thighs, hooking them in place to hold the vibrator snug against her clit.
The remote, he palmed, and then he walked back to the table, sitting with a wince. Chair still angled toward Sarah, he waited until her glance met his.
Uncertainty shone in her widened eyes, and he nearly relented. But her lips firmed slowly into a pinched, rebellious line.
He hit the first speed of the remote.
The hum seemed loud inside the quiet room. Sarah’s eyes closed, her lips parted. He kept the speed low, just enough to add more tension to her body, until she realized he didn’t plan to let her come.
Her eyes opened, locked with his gaze, and narrowed to angry slits.
Joe reached over the top of Logan’s box and pulled out a small tapered butt plug and a tube of gel.
“Sure she’s ready for that?” Logan said softly.
“Of course not, but I am.”
Chapter 4
“Oh, hell, no,” Sarah groaned eyeing the butt plug he carried toward her. She’d had one stuck up her before by an adventurous boyfriend, but she hadn’t enjoyed the experience very much. Shoving it up his ass had proven the greater thrill.
Joe kept coming.
“Did you hear me, Joe? I don’t want that.”
His steady stride never slowed as he walked behind her. “Ever had anal sex before?” he asked as calmly as though he’d asked a stranger whether she took cream in her coffee.
“Not really. Just one of those. It was enough to make me swear off—forever.”
The butterfly vibrating against her pussy revved up, and Sarah gasped. Fingers coated in gel smoothed down her crack, pausing to circle her sensitive hole. “That’s not too bad,” she offered as a token of consent. “Maybe you could just keep doing that?”
“Sarah, you have to learn to trust me. In all things. Whatever I do to your body will be pleasurable. Let me decide your limits.”
“You shoving that thing inside me will not get me off.”
“It isn’t intended to. In fact, it will be uncomfortable at first; it might burn as it stretches you. But it’s necessary for what’s coming inside you next. I’m not small, Sarah.”
Her entire body vibrated.
Slippery fingers spread her cheeks. The cool, greasy tip of the plug pressed against her opening.
Sarah sucked in a breath, ready to let fly another round of curses, but she couldn’t take a deep enough breath as the plug slid deeper.
At first it wasn’t so bad. The slender part of it eased right in. The fullness was uncomfortable, but bearable. However, the plug gradually broadened, and her thighs and buttocks tensed as her body tried to eject the plug.
“Take a deep breath,” Logan said from his seat at the table.
“Easy for you to say,” she gasped.
At the widest point, she mewled like the kitten they both called her just to annoy her.
“Easy, almost there,” Joe said, his voice taut.
When the plug narrowed again, she sobbed, sagging against the bench. Joe wiped his fingers on her ass and came around her. “Not so bad, was that?”
She raised her head and glared.
His low chuckle and the smirk that tipped one corner of his mouth set the fuse. She jerked against her restraints, bucking to free herself, but the leather restraints held.
“No use fighting. You’ll injure yourself, baby.”
“I’m not your baby,” she spat.
“Not yet, but you’ll be my playmate for the rest of tonight anyway. You agreed. You stepped across that threshold.”
“I’ve changed my mind. I want it out—now. And I’m gonna shove that goddamn plug up your ass, bastard.”
“You’re just a little scared, aren’t you kitten?” Logan said.
Sarah lifted her head, and then held it erect as she watched Logan strip off his tee. His chest was massive, muscled slabs arranged in layers like sedimentary stone. Dark hair, thick and slightly wavy, furred his tanned chest nipple to nipple, then arrowed downward to disappear into his jeans.
“You want to see the rest?” he said, a grin sliding up one corner of his mouth.
“Make yourself comfortable,” she choked out.
He opened his belt buckle and thumbed open the buttons down the placket of his jeans, exposing more tanned flesh. He shoved down his jeans, toed off his boots, and stepped out of his clothing.
His cock wasn’t hard in the least. Wasn’t he inspired with what he’d seen, what he’d done to her? Didn’t he find her the least bit attractive?
He must have read the disappointment in her face, because he chuckled. “I’m not a little boy. I have better control than that. I thought you might like the honor of getting him ready.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Honor? Think highly of yourself?”
“I know I’m good,” he said, sauntering toward her. “I know Joe and I are going to blow your mind tonight. But we have plenty of time to get to know each other. For now, I’d be satisfied to see that pretty pink mouth of yours busy doing something other than complaining.”
He stepped closer, his cock inches from her nose.
Her eyes narrowed, wondering what he’d do if she took a great big bite.
“No teeth,” he said tapping her cheek with his finger. Then he pinched her chin and pulled it down to open her mouth. “Lips and tongue, only.”
Sarah couldn’t help it. The hum strumming her pussy had her so wet her juices leaked down her thighs. Her ass was beginning to burn with a heat that wasn’t all that unpleasant as her sphincter tightened and eased around the plug in tiny caresses. She stuck out her tongue and licked the tip of him.
“That’s it. Open up and suck him right inside. He’s soft enough you can cram all of him in there.”
She opened wider, doing as he urged, sucking his soft cock into her mouth, warming his flesh with her moist heat. Without a conscious thought for what she ought to do, she began to suction, pulling at his dick, her head moving forward and back to encourage the blood to rush to his extremity and fill it.
Slowly, he unfurled. Softness ripening, filling, hardening beneath her swirling tongue and suctioning mouth, until she couldn’t breathe because so much thick cock was stuffed inside her mouth. She drew back, pulling at him, rolling him out, then bobbing forward becaus
e she wanted more, wanted the fullness against the back of her throat.
Before she knew it, she was groaning around him, salivating so well the long shaft glistened. The sounds she made, animalistic and wet, filled the room.
His hand cupped the back of her head. Fingers combed through her hair. He crooned, soft murmurs that grew more strained as she raked his length with her teeth—a tiny rebellion that he allowed.
Suddenly, he pulled back, his cock slipping from her lips, and she moaned.
“That was good. But I think Joe’s a little jealous. Want to show him what he missed?”
“Give me yours, again. He can jack himself off.”
“I’m done for now, kitten. Want more cock to suck? Won’t that make you happy? Your pussy must be sucking at that vibrator right about now. That plug has to be making you ache. Don’t you want something else stuffing you?”
She liked the dirty talk, wanted it raw. From him.
She cast Joe a glance, shocked to see him naked too because she hadn’t noted when he’d undressed.
His body was lean—thick, ropey muscles flexing along his arms, crunching across his stomach. His cock wasn’t soft, wasn’t waiting for her to unfurl it with her mouth.
His broad palm stroked up and down the bronze shaft. The tip was full, round, and her tongue rimmed her lips. She couldn’t help it. She wanted that cock cramming somewhere—her pussy being her first preference, but maybe she could break them, make them crazy to fuck her if she did this right. “Please,” she said softly.
Joe’s jaw sawed tight. His eyes narrowed. But he dragged his feet forward, pointing his cock at her mouth.
Logan strode back to the table, but she couldn’t follow his movements for more than a second, because Joe was pushing that fat crown between her lips, and she had to swallow.
Her lips surrounded him, sucking on the soft, spongy head. Her tongue lovingly delved into his narrow slit and fluttered against the edges surrounding his head, until she heard his breath release in a rasping moan.
“Take it down, baby. Open wide.” His hands cupped her ears, and he centered himself in front of her and pulsed inward, stabbing past her tongue, bumping the back of her throat. “Swallow. Give me a kiss with that deep throat of yours.”
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