“‘Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair?’” Drew fluttered the trace of a kiss over my lips. Neal did the same.
“Yes,” I answered. “You certainly do.”
Drew traced his fingertips down my ribs, and Neal followed suit. I wasn’t ticklish, but they did give me gooseflesh. Together, they stroked down my body, exploring my stomach and thighs before they scooted down. They massaged my calves at the same time, and I swear I’d never felt or seen anything so erotic.
Watching them work in tandem was a beautiful thing. So in tune with one another, they barely glanced at each other as they lifted my feet. I groaned as they massaged from heel to instep, and I gasped when they put my smallest toes into their mouths. That Drew would do this didn’t surprise me. He liked my feet.
But having this done to both at the same time blew my mind. Between my legs, juices flowed. I was ripe and ready, a spring straining for release. Both men caressed my legs, reaching up as far as my thighs, as they savored each toe. By the time they closed their lips around my largest toes, I was on the edge. The sight of two sexy, naked men sporting wood did nothing to encourage my patience.
I was ready to play dirty. Drew had conveniently left the pile of condoms within reach. I grabbed on and held it up. “Neal, put this on.”
His attention had already been focused on me, but something in my voice took him from hot to blazing. He released my toe and set my foot on the bed. “Yes, Mistress.”
Once he was dressed for the party, I settled him between my legs. He hovered above me, holding his weight on his arms. Drew moved to lie next to us. He stroked Neal’s cock as he positioned it at my entrance. “Pace yourself, Neal. This is the first one.”
He grunted. I wrapped my legs around his hips and urged him forward. Wonderful sensations filled me, like coming home after a long day of work to the aroma of a mouthwatering treat. The only person who’d ever made me feel this way before was Drew. At the time, I hadn’t wanted to have strong feelings for or a connection with anybody. Half of me wondered if having Drew lie next to me and caress my arms and chest was part of the reason I felt so close to Neal. The other half of me just wanted more.
I closed my eyes and sighed. “Yes, oh yes. Make me come.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Neal twisted his hips and thrust home. This move made me lose control every time. My eyes flew open, and I gaped at him. He grinned, cockiness seeping from every angle of his body.
The ability to speak deserted me, and Neal repeated the action. Again and again, he drove it home. Drew wedged his head between Neal and me, plumped my breast in one hand, and latched onto my nipple. The combine sensations were too much, and I didn’t bother trying to hold out. A high, keening wail ripped from my depths, and my vagina clamped down on Neal’s cock.
A sound—a moan mingled with a grunt—came from a distance. Neal pulled away from me slowly, and without having come.
“Lay with your head at the foot of the bed. I’m going to put her over you. If we can keep her in this blissful state, she’ll orgasm faster and harder each time.” Drew chuckled, a gleeful laugh that told me exactly how much he was enjoying this.
He lifted me into his arms, draping me across his lap. I pried my lids open in time to see Neal position himself with his feet near the headboard.
Drew kissed my forehead. “Ready, darling?”
I guessed what he was doing, and it puzzled me. While Drew often topped my submissives, he didn’t usually deviate from the script this much. I wondered if the fact that we’d met Neal together—he wasn’t mine before he was Drew’s—had anything to do with his changed attitude.
His cheeks were smooth under my fingertips. I spent a moment caressing along his jaw line. “I’m good, but have you recovered enough to go again?”
He snorted, scoffing at the suggestion he wasn’t ready, willing, and able to rock my world. “Have you met me?”
Turning me over, he placed me facedown across Neal’s abdomen. Two sets of hands positioned me comfortably with my ass lifted and my knees apart.
“Play with her breasts. They’re very sensitive, especially when she’s about to orgasm.”
“Yes, Chef.”
I started at the way Neal used Drew’s title as, well, as a title. It wasn’t the commonly recognized “Sir,” but it did the trick. Drew didn’t miss a beat, so I wasn’t sure he’d caught the evidence of Neal’s submission to him. He slid into my pussy, which was wet and swollen, and not yet sated.
Turning my face to Neal, I gasped. He’d left me a little more sensitive than I’d thought, and Drew’s slow thrusts halted my descent into relaxation. Neal deftly slipped his hand between my breasts and the wrinkled sheet, cupping my flesh. He kneaded in time to Drew’s rhythm, and at some signal I didn’t see, he zeroed in on my nipple.
Behind me, Drew thrust home again and again. My second orgasm was small, and I pushed back to let him know I wanted more.
“Stroke her clit too. She needs a light touch right now.” Drew had amazing stamina and control. He wasn’t even breathing all that hard.
“Yes, Chef!” Neal’s belly moved beneath mine, and I felt his still-hard cock throb against my hip.
I was so close to number three. The edges of my vision blurred, and low, guttural moans issued from deep in my throat. At precisely the right moment, Neal twisted my other nipple. Arching my back, I cried out, not bothering to temper my volume.
Drew pulled out of me, and Neal’s fingers filled my pulsating hole. Unable to remain with my knees under me, I fell forward. The fingers inside me multiplied, both men moving slowly and gently. I wanted them to stop, to give me a break, but I didn’t want to rain on Drew’s parade. He rarely contributed anything significant to a scene. While this wasn’t really a scene—though it looked like we were both topping Neal—it was something we’d planned.
Even as thoughts of Drew’s new role gave me a temporary reprieve, Drew and Neal hadn’t stopped. With a coordinated effort, they pushed me off the cliff and into orgasm number four.
They turned me over. I protested with a groan. “How about we take a break?”
“Are you kidding?” Drew laughed. “I can taste victory.”
Neal regarded Drew with a mixture of awe and wariness. “What does victory look like?”
“Three people having an orgasm, all at the same time, and everybody is so sated that nobody can move.”
Moving already was proving difficult for me. “I think I won.”
“Not yet, honey, but you will.” Drew handed Neal another condom. “Try for two this time. She’s easier to get there after each one.”
Neal brightened, and I hoped it was more from the fact he was up next to fuck me and not because he saw light at the end of the tunnel. He rolled the fresh condom onto his cock and turned to me, eyes lowered respectfully.
“Mistress, may I pleasure you?”
I liked the way he asked. It was refreshing, and it made me feel wanted. I was so used to ordering submissives to do everything that I had forgotten what eager anticipation and genuine desire looked like on anybody who wasn’t Drew. Suddenly a new wave of energy washed over me. Hello, second wind!
Parting my legs, I held my hand out to Neal. “I love how nicely you asked. Yes, you may pleasure me.”
He settled into position and slid into me. That pleasure he talked about burned through my tissues. “Thank you, Mistress.”
So different from Drew, he thrust slowly and reverently. Drew’s passion burned hot, a fire needing to be fed before it consumed him. Neal’s passion was a steady flame or a comforting blaze.
As Drew had promised, it wasn’t long before my body gave him what he sought, pulsing around his long cock.
“That’s four,” Drew said.
By my count, it was five, so I figured he was counting the two he’d given me as one long one. I heard him moving around the bed, but I couldn’t tear my eyes from Neal’s face, hovering above mine, long enough to see what he was about. When the bed dipped between Neal�
��s and my legs, I figured things out quickly.
Drew was a naughty, naughty man.
Neal’s breath hitched, and he breathed out. “Oh, fuck. There’s no way.”
“Say something, Neal?” Drew hooked his arm under Neal, interrupting his rhythm as he pressed his cock into Neal’s ass.
“Yes, Chef. Thank you.”
Giggling, I smoothed a stray lock of Neal’s silky hair away from his face. “You can do this.”
“Yes, Mistress. I will try my best. I’ve never been in quite this position before.”
I let my hand trail down his chest. Drew thrust forward, driving Neal into me. “Is this your first threesome?”
“Yes, Mistress.” The veins in Neal’s neck stood out. He managed to establish a rhythm that complemented Drew’s.
Drew loved to fuck a man whose cock or face was buried in my cunt, and I loved watching Drew drive a man to the brink. Given what we’d already done, it didn’t take long for Neal to get there.
I stroked his face and chest. “I’m close. Put your hand between my legs and play with my clit. That’s it. Circle with your—oh, God!” The pressure built. I was so wet that heat seared me inside and out. I bucked and screamed.
Drew rode Neal harder, and he, in turn, thrust into me with more force. My fifth orgasm immediately followed my fourth. Neal and Drew’s shouts followed my own, and the sounds came from the other end of a long tunnel.
I passed out.
Sometime later, consciousness intruded. The first thing I noticed was the soreness between my thighs. The sheet covering me shifted, brushing against my well-used sex. I am not partial to pain, but this kind of ache made me sigh with the memory of recent passion.
The sight greeting me when I finally opened my eyes reminded me that more passion was on the way. Neal lay next to me on his back. Drew leaned over him, teasing Neal with light kisses and nips on his lower lip. From the way Drew’s hand moved under the sheet, I figured he had it wrapped around Neal’s cock.
Neal had his hands wrapped around the slats on the headboard, and from the way he flexed his muscles, his enjoyment of Drew’s ministrations was obvious.
“Are you starting without me?” Though Drew was breaking one of our rules—we play together or not at all—I wasn’t angry. We’d already compromised on our policy of keeping our thirds out of our bedroom. Somehow Neal belonged here, with Drew and me.
Drew lifted his kiss-swollen lips from Neal. “You look so beautiful asleep that I didn’t have the heart to wake you. Don’t worry. We’re just messing around.”
“Messing around?” Neal groaned. “You’ve kept me hard for almost twenty minutes.”
Drew narrowed his eyes. “You were watching the clock?”
Neal shook his head and sucked in his breath. I think Drew squeezed Neal’s cock. “No, Chef. I’m estimating. It’s a kitchen skill. But if you care to throw me over your lap and punish me for my impudence, I wouldn’t mind.”
Though I wasn’t sure whether Neal was topping from the bottom or displaying his sense of humor, I laughed. Drew hadn’t drawn clear boundaries or established protocols—even I was taking it slowly—and he also didn’t care to witness corporal punishments. “As I recall, I owe you a spanking. That wasn’t six orgasms.”
Neal gasped and turned a little gray. “Oh, sweet lord, Chef. Please adjust your grip a little. Get the whole ball in your hand before you squeeze again.”
I lifted the sheet to find that Drew did not have Neal’s cock in his hand. He had a handful of Neal’s balls. Neal had listed CBT as something he loved.
My brows shot into my hairline. In a million years, I never would have thought Drew would consent to administering that kind of pain to another man. “Do you want me to teach you how to do that without damaging his package?”
Drew narrowed his eyes at me. Macho rolled from him in palpable waves. “He’s telling me what he likes and what he doesn’t like. As I said, we’re messing around. He’ll be ripe for his spanking. I want you to show me how to do that too.”
“I’m fine, Mistress.” Neal threw me a tension-filled smile. “Chef learns quickly.”
I was shocked and pleased. Drew had helped me to top subs before, but he’d done it more to help move the scene along than for actual personal satisfaction.
Trusting that Neal would speak up again if Drew went too far, I concentrated on Neal’s face. “What do you like more, the stretching or the squeezing?”
“I like when you alternate the sensations, Mistress. I’m not partial to pricking or pins, though I do like the sting of a crop.”
His preferences were strikingly precise for someone who had recently turned twenty-four. I wondered at the depth of his experience. Most people, even if they dabbled in BDSM earlier, didn’t practice anything hardcore until their thirties or later. Learning at the tender age of twenty, I had been an anomaly in my community. As such, my mentors and my best friends were all ten or more years older than me.
I stretched, giving both men an eyeful, and then I rolled out of bed. “I’m going to freshen up. When I get back, I want to see you kneeling next to the chaise.”
Making a sub wait was one of the purest delights there was. I took my time, certain that Drew would keep him on edge. I perused my closet, ultimately selecting a lacy red slip that hugged my curves and accented the small valley between my breasts.
I returned to find Neal on the floor where I’d told him to be, and Drew relaxing on the chaise. He’d donned a pair of worn jeans and a Sensual Secrets shirt that had a monochromatic version of his face on it. This was the same shirt he gifted to my brother every year for Christmas. Danny absolutely refused to wear Drew’s face on his chest, but Alaina and Evan didn’t have a problem wearing them.
I situated myself comfortably on the chaise, scooting Drew out of the way with my butt. He sat up next to me, which I found odd. I’d never delivered a spanking with someone plastered to my side.
“Honey, you might want to stand up for a better angle.”
Drew nodded and positioned himself so that he leaned against the low arm of the lounge. “This good?”
“Yep.” Then I turned my attention to my waiting sub. “Stand up and bend over my lap.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
With practiced ease, he assumed the perfect angle and posture. I had nothing to correct, so I began by caressing his ass. “Whether you’re getting the blood flowing to the region or just tormenting him between spanks, this is an essential part of the process.”
Drew leaned forward and joined me in ministering to Neal. This also surprised me. Sure, he’d smacked a sub or two on the ass, but not in a practiced sort of way.
Without speaking, I showed him how to cup his hand. He was smart enough to figure out the reasons for this, and he also knew where I kept the spanking gloves. I made a mental note to order ones that would fit Drew’s larger hands.
I started off with several light swats, and then I caressed the area where the sting was centered. The next round of swats were a little harder. Because I didn’t know his threshold, and he’d said that only light pain turned him on, I wanted to be careful how quickly I took him up that slope.
Red handprints peppered his backside. This next round would test his endurance. I swung five times before air hissed from his teeth.
I motioned Drew closer. “Will you reach under and give him some pleasure?”
With a devilish expression gracing his stunning features, Drew knelt down to get a better angle.
Neal moaned.
“No coming allowed.”
And he groaned. I continued alternating spanks with rubs, and Drew leaned his face closer to Neal. I couldn’t hear what he was whispering in Neal’s ear, but I had been the recipient of his bedroom talk. No doubt he was promising all sorts of tantalizing things in an effort to ruin Neal’s concentration. Drew could be a demon when he put his mind to it.
I resisted the urge to giggle at my devious lover. “Five more, Neal. Count them.” With
out waiting for his agreement, I delivered a sharp blow.
“Five.” Strain already strangled his voice. By the time he counted the last one, I knew he was holding onto the last shred of his sanity.
Afterward, I had him kneel between my knees and rest his cheek on my thigh. I smoothed my fingers over his temple and through his hair. Drew sat next to me, and slung his arm around my shoulder, pulling me so that I rested my head on him. We stayed like that for the longest time, the three of us clustered together in peace and enveloped in contentment.
At last, I felt Neal’s lips moving over my thigh. “Thank you, Mistress and Chef. That was incredible.”
I didn’t get the sense that a spanking would be a deterrent if he chose to misbehave, but I also couldn’t see him being willfully disobedient, not without reason.
Chapter Ten
Sophia
Later that night, Drew and Neal had made dinner together. They’d conscripted me into service as an assistant, so I found myself watching them as I chopped vegetables. They moved around the kitchen in a choreographed dance, sliding past one another though there was plenty of room, and stealing sensual touches as they worked.
I’d let Neal wear an apron for this, but Drew and I had agreed that he would be otherwise naked. I liked watching the muscles of his bare ass flex as he adjusted his stance or took a few steps. Drew managed to press the bulge in his pants against Neal’s bottom several times, and I grabbed a handful whenever Neal was close enough to me.
Drew didn’t escape my attention either. Being in the kitchen with those two was a serious test of how far I could go before my libido reached the tipping point.
Neal was making something, but he wouldn’t tell me what it was. Drew looked like he’d figured it out, though it had taken him a few minutes. He didn’t look worried, so I didn’t stress over it. Even after the turnip incident, I trusted Drew’s taste in food.
Now that my part was over, Drew finished making tandoori spiced chicken, and Neal wrapped something decadent in a tortilla shell. Between the two of them, I was going to be on my back moaning like a beached whale, the prospect of which I didn’t mind. In my book, lying on my back and moaning was good no matter the cause.
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