'That's because I don't tolerate naughty behaviour, and if it was a normal night she'd be over my knee already, but seeing as how it's your birthday, you'll have to do all the hard work because I am officially on strike. You two have no idea how hard it is being the disciplinarian around these parts. You work me to the bone.' I tried to sound aggrieved.
Both burst out laughing, so my acting skills obviously aren't up to much.
'You love every second of doling out your punishments, and don't think we don't know it,' Brandt says. I'd call him a liar, but I'd be lying. The sadist in me loves everything Harper stands for, and with Brandt, well, I can't resist seeing the big guy brought low.
'Speaking of punishments, isn't it about time I tied you both up and showed you who's boss?' There isn't a chance he'll go for it, but you can't blame me for trying.
Brandt shakes his head as I knew he would. 'Get that woman upstairs on our bed, naked and smothered in my birthday cake,' he rumbles. 'Then get yourself naked and brace those beautiful biceps against my wall. Think you can do that?' He comes around the back of me, his breath fanning across my neck and I shudder. His hands press my head forward, so he can kiss my neck. 'If you don't do as you're told, you'll be wearing that chastity set Harper got you for the next week at least.' He slaps my ass hard, making me jump.
Grabbing Harper's hand, I give him a dark look and nearly drag her up two flights of stairs to the bedroom. She's giggling her head off the whole way.
'Honest to God, woman,' I grit out, 'this time tomorrow you won't be laughing. You are in so much trouble.' Yanking her roughly inside the master suite, I practically throw her onto the bed. She's now laughing so hard she's almost snorting.
'Is that supposed to be a threat?' she eventually manages to get out. Seriously. This is the type of attitude I have to deal with.
'Get naked now, or I'll come over there and tear everything off,' I threaten. 'You have three seconds.'
She takes me at my word, mainly because I've done what I've just threatened hundreds of times before. Hey, it's a fun game. I like ripping clothes. Anyway, the point is, she whisks off her skirt and blouse, and her bra follows seconds later. Brandt and I need to work on the bra thing. We've got her to go without panties; it's about time we upped it to the next level.
'How does it feel to be a sub, Gabe? I bet you secretly enjoy it. Come on, spill.' If Harper wants to get me riled she'll have to try harder. I wink at her.
'If you don't behave you'll get corner time with your brand-new chastity belt. You'll stick your nose in that corner,' I point to the far end of the room, 'and you'll be ignored all day while Brandt and I have fun together.'
That wipes the smile off her face. 'You wouldn't,' she breathes.
'Try me,' I say. I've been thinking of doing this for a while now. As far as punishments go for a masochist, this is about the only thing that might work. As if to confirm my thoughts, she goes quiet.
'I'll be good,' she says in a little voice. Ah, the sweet sound of surrender. How pleasant it is.
'You'd better be,' I say. She's already stretching her arms and legs out on the bed in order to help me get them fastened into the silk scarfs. I like silk. It's durable, strong, and it doesn't leave marks. I don't see the need to announce to the locals that we're all complete perverts, and thankfully both Harper and Brandt are in agreement. In less than two minutes I have the lady fully restrained, and let me assure you she is going nowhere, but just to make sure of the fact I attach my mouth to her clit and give it a good tonguing.
'Get off me,' she squeals, 'this is going to be bad enough as it is already.' She tries to kick her legs up but they don't move. Am I good, or what?
'Exactly. Why do you think I'm doing this? If you fall at the first hurdle it'll make me look good.' Our little trio is very competitive. No one likes coming in last, least of all me.
'You are a bastard. I hope he whips strips off that back of yours,' Harper shoots daggers at me, which is a pointless endeavour because it turns me the fuck on.
Suckling at her mound, I give her clit one last flick and then bring my head up so I can look at her. 'And are you going to enjoy that little spectacle, Querido? Will you enjoy watching me suffer?' My fingertips are worming their way inside her, spreading that delightful cunt open wide.
'Hell, yes,' she breathes. The little minx is not going to be able to walk for the rest of the week when I get my hands on her. Take my word for it.
'Then you can lie back and enjoy the show, darling, but don't think I'm not going to get my own back.' My fingers are now stretching her so wide she gasps out loud.
'I'm counting on it,' she purrs. Honestly. Personally, I think Brandt and I are far too soft on her. She's a cheeky little thing, and the little hellcat cannot be tamed. Well, she hasn't been tamed - yet.
Ignoring that comment I say, 'Now, where did I put that chocolate cake?' I know exactly where I put it, but it's fun watching her squirm at the knowledge of what's going to come next.
'Do we have to do this again?' she whines. We do. Brandt's birthday wouldn't be Brandt's birthday unless we stuffed Harper full of cake... and... other things.
'You already know the answer to that question,' I say, grabbing the cake box from beside the bed. 'Stop whining, woman. At least you aren't going to be whipped to within an inch of your life.'
'Can we swap places? I'd much rather be whipped,' she moans, groaning as I take out the massive sponge that is covered in soft, chocolate buttercream.
'Exactly. Why do you think you get to be covered in goo?' Sticking my finger in the middle of the cake, I pull away a large dollop of cream and smear it over her nipple. She grimaces. She hates being dirty. Hell, she can't even eat with her fingers without having a heart attack. She's the only person I've ever seen that needs to eat pizza with a knife and fork. It explains a few things.
'That is so unfair,' she mewls.
'Yeah, but you kinda like it that way. Now shut up,' I order, and before she can close her mouth I cram it full of chocolate sponge.
'Feel free to eat that mouthful, darling,' I say, winking at her. She won't. When Brandt found out she'd eaten a mouthful of his cake last year without him, he edged her on and off for five hours. You could hear the screams all the way over the other side of Australia by the time he'd finished with her. Sure enough, she glares at me. That's my girl.
It doesn't take me long to cover her from head to toe in cake, and I make sure the stuff goes everywhere. It's smeared all over her face, chest, tits, stomach and legs, and when we get bored with that I've filled every hole in her body with the damn stuff, and I mean every hole. Some are easier to fill than others.
When I've finished, I stand back to survey my handiwork. I've done a bloody good job if I do say so myself.
'Ah, the sound of silence,' I murmur, looking directly at her, while daring her to eat that mouthful of cake. She does no such thing. I get a string of garbled nonsense for my trouble instead. The woman's probably telling me how much she adores me.
'Right, my turn to get naked.' Standing at the foot of the bed, I take a big breath and begin unfastening the buttons of my shirt. Harper's eyes are on me the whole time, and I can feel my cock stir in response. There's a good chance I'm not going to be allowed to come all evening, so my balls are going to feel like clock weights tomorrow, but I will have my revenge. Oh yes, they will get theirs. When my jeans and boxers follow Harper's eyes land on my cock, which is standing proudly to attention wondering why no one's lips are around it. I'm wondering that too. I think we should cancel birthdays from now on in. Letting her get an eyeful, I finally hear the big guy's footsteps on the stairs and figure I'd better do as I've been told.
Sighing, I line myself up against the wall, leaning forward on my forearms. There are certain times in your life where you've just gotta grit your teeth, bend over and take it, and this is one of those times.
When Brandt opens the door he surveys the room with interest. Even though I can't see him, I can feel his e
yes all over me. The connection I have with Harper and Brandt is remarkable. We are so in tune with each other it is almost uncanny.
'Like what you see, Brando?' I know the bastard is enjoying every second of this, but I guess he deserves his fun. It is only one day a year, and it does me good. Humility is good for the soul, or so they tell me.
'I'll like it better when you have stripes all over you,' he replies. There's then the sound of a drawer opening, and I know he's choosing a whip. It will be something nasty. On his one night a year, Brandt doesn't mess about. He goes straight for the jugular. Sure enough, when the drawer closes and he steps alongside me, I can see the rubber demon-tailed whip in his hands. It's one of my favourites, when I happen to be wielding it. I feel less inclined to sing its praises this evening, though.
Brandt wastes no time getting started. As the first lash lands on my backside I jump in shock, but now I've got a feel for it, I figure I should be able to hold myself still. Damn that thing smarts. How in hell can Harper like this shit? Don't get me wrong I'm glad she does, but wow, is her brain wired all wrong.
Brandt gives it to me full throttle. The thing flies in his hand, and while he isn't quite as practised as I am, he's not an amateur. He wields it with precision and grace, and it isn't long before I want to howl in pain. There is no way I'm ever doing that though. I'd never live it down, and I have certain standards to uphold around these parts as the alpha dog. To be clear, I'd rather swallow my own tongue than give Brandt anything more than a grunt. The trouble is the asshole knows it, and does his best to push me to my fucking limit. The only way I get through it is by imagining how I'm going to get my own back for the rest of the week.
'You've never forgiven me for that whipping back at Mal's warehouse all those years ago, have you?' I say, when he's been at it for a good half hour and I'm nearly on my knees. 'Every fucking year we have to do this so you can get your own back. Is this really necessary?'
He is quick to answer. 'Hell yes. If I don't do this, tomorrow you'll tear me limb from limb getting your own back. It takes at least a day or two for your anger to simmer down. I'm just protecting my own ass, Gabe.' He sounds smug, as well he should. But he won't sound so smug tomorrow. By the time I've loaded myself up with some heavy-duty painkillers, he'll be getting his.
'Your ass is getting fried tomorrow, whatever you do to me, and you know it. Move it along, Brando, else Harper will choke on that chocolate cake I've stuffed in her mouth.'
He frowns and looks back over his shoulder. 'You good, Harper?' The woman makes all kinds of squawking noises indicating she is anything but. There's nothing actually wrong with her though; she just wants in on the action.
Brandt winds his arm back for one final strike, and I snap my teeth together in preparation for the blast. Sure enough, it slices right through me and I want to scream my head off. Instead, I turn around and smile at him. He retaliates, of course.
'Don't think I've finished with you,' he says, giving me a dark look. 'Your ass is mine and let me tell you, it's never going to be the same again.'
'Yeah, whatever. Can we eat the girl out first?' My look suggests I am not at all bothered by that threat. I have to confess I am a little worried by it, if I'm honest. Still, how bad can it be?
'Go on then. You get the top half and I'm having the bottom.' Thank God. I'll have at least a few minutes to compose myself before the second round. That's something, at least.
'Can I join in with the bottom half later?' I ask cheekily.
Brandt rolls his eyes in response and I'm going to take that to mean 'yes'. Thankfully he seems to have turned his attention to Harper for the moment, as he's now looking directly at her.
'Darling,' he purrs, 'Gabe has given me the most wonderful present. Do you want to see it?'
She knows exactly what it is because her eyes bug wide. Ha-ha. It's about time she got hers.
Brandt takes his time opening my present. He's sitting on the bed beside Harper with this enormous box wrapped in shiny black paper and red ribbon, and her eyes are glued to it. She can't say a word, of course, but she'll want to in a minute. Have I mentioned that I get my own back in style?
'Hmm. I wonder what we have here?' Brandt says, as he tears off the paper. His eyes are shining, so I know he's excited. He should be. This baby is going to keep our little minx in line for years to come.
'Ooh, it's a female chastity belt, Harps. It says the RXC 2000. Sounds intriguing,' he says. My back is stinging like fire, and turning my head around is going to hurt like hell, but I can't resist watching Harper's face as he slowly unveils the beast. I chose this little beauty very carefully, and she's about to see why.
'It says it features generous stainless-steel plugs for both ass and pussy and a lockable waist belt and bra with an automatic timer release. Does that mean you can set it for however many days you feel like, and it will only pop open when the timer has run out?'
Brandt looks at me enquiringly, and I nod. It hurts to nod. The asshole has now stuffed up my surfing for the next few days because saltwater is going to sting like a bastard. Harper's ass had better be black and blue by the time we're finished with her, or I'm going to have words on the grounds of gender inequality.
'It has a few new little twists and tweaks. There are separate locks for ass and pussy. If she needs one released, you send her a code via text message which will work for however long you like. Anything from thirty seconds to three hours. It's a nifty piece of kit. She could wear the thing all year, if you were so inclined.'
Harper decides to voice her opinion on the matter, but as she is completely stuffed up with cake still, no one is listening to anything she has to say.
'That is incredible,' Brandt breathes.
'Yup,' I say. 'It is also very hygienic. With the stainless steel and silicone design, she can bathe in it and wear it comfortably for days on end. It should solve the short skirt problem, too.' Brandt and I have tried hard to get her to stop wearing short skirts to work. Yes, she has an awesome pair of legs, but we don't want the whole world to know about them. If she's wearing this beast, I'm pretty sure she'll want to keep it covered up. She won't be wearing those nearly see-through tops with that steel bra, either. Am I brilliant, or am I brilliant?
Brandt's face breaks into a wide smile and he looks at me adoringly. 'This is the best birthday present ever.' Harper's squawking over his shoulder suggests it is anything but, however. That's her problem, not mine. She started this war.
'Yes, she'll be wearing baggy tops and trousers from here on in, I should think,' I say, with a mocking little frown in her direction. Her eyes light up like lit fuses, and I'm really glad her mouth is still stuffed with cake. She's going to come at me with everything she's got as soon as Brandt releases her from those restraints, but I'll be ready for her.
'Won't she just?' Brandt enthuses. With one last longing look in the box, he finally closes the lid and pushes it away. 'We'll come back to that later,' he says, 'but for now Gabe and I are going to have some fun, aren't we Gabe?'
I narrow my eyes. This had better not be the fun at my expense kind of fun, that I know I've got coming. Thankfully, he then indicates Harper, so we're good.
Standing up, he says, 'Harper, listen up sweetheart. Me and Gabe are going to lick that entire body of yours clean from top to bottom. Does that sound like fun?'
She nods enthusiastically, while I frown. Why should she get so lucky? I get whipped, and she gets smothered in cream with a gigantic tongue bathing to boot. How unfair is that?
He hasn't finished though. 'Just bear in mind that every time you orgasm, I will add twenty-four hours to your chastity belt total. Yes, you will have to wear it to work, to the supermarket, out to restaurants and cafes. Anywhere we go, you go. You won't be allowed to hide away indoors when it's on, so be mindful of that when Gabe and I are having our fun. Are we clear on the rules?'
Harper's eyes are currently peeled back in horror, but that's not my problem. The karma in the world has just bee
n balanced and I am once again reasonably happy. There's no way my lot this evening can be worse than what she's got coming. Oh, I am going to enjoy myself so much next week. This is fantastic.
While she is lying there, wondering what just happened without her say so, Brandt and I decide to get to work. I have to confess this is my favourite part of the evening. I love licking cream off a hot, naked body. I love it even more when it's my cream and Brandt is doing the licking, but that will have to wait until tomorrow. Right now, my mission in life is to make Harper come at least seven times. I reckon if we have her locked up for the week, she'll never pull a stunt like she did today again. Now I wish I'd been given the bottom half, but never mind, I can still wreak some havoc from up here.
While Brandt's face dips between Harper's legs, mine begins to lick her cheekbone with carefully calculated strokes. No way will this girlie need a shower after we've finished with her. I will purposefully see to it that not a speck of chocolate remains anywhere on her body, and I mean anywhere.
I take my time with my cleaning duties. Starting with her face, I then lick her shoulders, her collarbone, and meander my way down the valley of her breasts. By this time her chest is heaving with the exertion of trying to hold her first orgasm back, and it's most amusing. There isn't anything she can do to stop it. Brandt's tongue is wickedly talented, and I should know. In order to hurry her along a little I decide to clamp my mouth around her left nipple and tug a little.
Sure enough, the woman comes like someone's just shot a hole in the Hoover Dam, with her legs and arms flailing about in the soft silk scarves that hold them. Brandt doesn't let up for a second, though. He just continues what he's doing with his fingers and tongue, and let me tell you, the man is blowing a veritable storm down there if Harper's eye sockets are anything to go by.
'Twenty-four hours in the suit, Harps,' I say, with a cheeky grin. 'Seems like a long time to me, but I have a feeling you'll be in it for a lot longer than just one day.' I waggle my eyebrows at her, and she tries her best to come at me, but that's not happening with those ties. I made sure to tie them tight, too. I've also made sure not to touch any of that cake in her mouth. I'm saving that until last. When she regains the use of her mouth, she'll no doubt whine incessantly for at least the next couple of hours.
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