by Gold, Bella
Michael muttered a curse as he felt Lola’s hot, wet center close around him, delightfully surprised by her bold move. Sex beneath a table could be done, but the partner below had to be strong and flexible. Pride washed over him as Lola began to ride his cock smoothly, bringing herself forward and back in a relaxed rhythm. He was so engrossed in the pleasure of his lovers, that he didn’t hear the door to the patio being opened.
“Sir? How is your meal?” The bubbly waitress asked.
Michael turned to her slowly and flashed her a genuine smile. As he talked, his hand continued to stroke James, bringing him ever closer to his ecstasy.
“It’s wonderful, thank you,” he replied.
“Anything for dessert?”
“Yes, we’ll have the chocolate soufflé, please.”
The waitress’s smile faltered and she apologized.
“I’m sorry sir, but that takes a half hour to prepare.”
“No worries,” Michael responded, “that’s plenty of time.”
CHAPTER 4
Lola woke to the feeling of hands spreading her legs apart. Sleep still ruled her brain, and her body obeyed the hands that handled it. It had been an exceptionally hot night in the mansion. Though the central air was running full blast, waves of humid heat still found their way in. After tossing back and forth for an hour, Lola had flung off her clothes and her blankets, trying to cool down.
A warm tongue pressed against her inner thigh, making her moan softly. Her eyes still wouldn’t open, but she didn’t need them to either. There were only two men in the entire mansion, and she trusted them both. The soft flesh of her lover’s tongue swirled over the bud of her clitoris and she sighed in pleasure, giving herself over to the skilled ministrations of her mystery paramour.
Sir, James, and she had all had a wonderful time two nights prior. They had danced, fucked, and indulged in some of the most delicious food she’d ever tasted. Still, though there was a constant pleasure, there had been no orgasm for her. She had passed out hard once they got home, with the aching throb of wanting to torment her loins. Two days had passed and Sir had been pulled away for business a full day and night at his club. The urge to pleasure herself had dwindled since Sir had initially seduced her in the kitchen, and though she’d been writhing in sexual frustration for two days, she still wanted to wait for her lovers to ease the ache for her.
The tongue dove and danced between her lips and over her clitoris until she was so wet she felt herself soaking into her sheets. Feeling as if she were ready, her lover slid two fingers between her folds into her hot center, and one into her backside, filling her almost painfully. The discomfort quickly died away, however, as he began to gyrate his fingers expertly inside of her.
The sound of her door creaking open forced her to open her eyes. In the light from the hall, she saw Michael standing there, naked, watching the scene. As soon as she saw him she knew without looking down that it was James who was between her legs, making her so wet and aroused. Lola pleaded Sir to join them, and he walked further into the room, closing the door behind him. As he approached her, she saw that he held a small black bag in his left hand.
“I know you’ve been patient for us,” Michael whispered, leaning down to kiss her lips.
“I’ve brought you a little present as a reward.”
Out of the black bag, he drew a small, light pink contraption that appeared to have a suction cup at the end. After sliding his tongue over it, Michael placed the small cup over Lola’s right nipple. Tiny teeth gripped the small bud of nerves, clutching it tight. With nimble fingers, Michael pushed the tiny button on top of it. Lola gasped and moaned as the tiny teeth began to move and tug, sending large waves of pleasure shooting from her right nipple to her trembling moans. Michael took the matching contraption from the bag and placed it over her left nipple, turning it on.
“You know the rules,” Michael teased, kissing her seductively on the lips.
“Only I can remove them.”
Moving away from her, Michael traced a fingertip along the supine line of James’s dipped back. The man’s hips were draped over the bed so that his knees supported him on the floor, giving Michael perfect and open access to his backside. James moaned as he felt his lover’s teeth drag over his left cheek, and he stilled, overcome with excitement.
“Don’t you dare stop,” Michael commanded.
Obediently, James continued his tasting of Lola, feeling his cock stir and jump against the edge of the bed. From behind he could feel Michael’s chiseled lips continue their exploration until he felt the long, pointed tongue dip into his most sensitive of places. James moaned deeply into Lola as Michael began darting his tongue in and out of his anus, making his rim of muscle relax and open willingly for more.
All too soon James felt Michael’s erect cock at his entrance, pushing through the tight outer rim of muscle and into his ass. With each thrust, James felt the intense massage of his prostate, making his balls grow heavier with his impending orgasm. It was hard to focus on Lola’s pleasure when James was so wrapped up in his own, but he liked the struggle. Michael challenged him to push the limits of his concentration, and he often felt as if he was becoming a better lover by being with Michael and Lola at the same time.
Above him, Michael grits his teeth in arousal as he continued thrusting himself inside the wet passage of James’s willing ass. He could feel the muscles within him tighten and suck his cock with each movement of his hips. Like Lola, James was eager and willing to give up his control and be submissive to him. He adored them for the trust they gave him, adding to the intensity of their play.
Lola’s moans became louder as she neared her orgasm, the intensity of the scene and feelings overpowering her tremendously. Through the darkness, she could see Sir’s face. It was full of pleasure as he watched her writhe and moan. Her eyes begged him for permission to come, and when he gave her a single nod of approval she felt her entire body shatter to a million pieces. Her juices shot and soaked the bed as the intensity of her orgasm racked her again and again, lasting for nearly a minute before she lay panting for air.
“Good girl,” Michael moaned and instructed her to go to the bathroom to clean herself. Lola quickly obeyed, and walked on trembling legs to the adjoining bathroom.
As soon as she was gone Michael gripped James’ hips harder and pounded tirelessly into him, making him scream in blinding pleasure. James could still taste and smell the juices from Lola’s explosion and he licked his lips, gathering the remaining cum there and drawing it into his mouth. Like Lola, he had rivers of precum pouring out him, making his cock slick with his own juices. The desire to cum was overpowering, but he knew if he had to wait for permission.
“Yes, Sir, yes,” he moaned into the sheets, gripping them tightly into his fists.
“You want to cum, baby,” Michael moaned, driving his hips faster.
“I can feel how ready you are.”
James nodded his head.
“Yes,” he panted.
A sharp slap stung his right cheek.
“Yes, what?” Michael growled.
“Yes, Sir!”
“Good boy,” Michael soothed, rubbing his hand over the stinging flesh, easing the pain.
“Now, wrap your hand around your cock, and cum for me, little one.”
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Michael lowered James’ body into the warm, swirling water of the Jacuzzi. It was still very dark outside, but the sun would be rising in a couple hours. It was the coldest, and darkest part of the morning. Their only form of light came from the soft, blue bulbs imbedded in the Jacuzzi walls. Michael had played and teased with his submissives for hours, but now it was time for their aftercare. Carefully he had carried them down one at a time down to the Jacuzzi to help them ease their soreness. Tomorrow he would give them each several solid hours of one on one time, but for now, they could all relax and cuddle together.
“You both did splendidly,” Michael affirmed as he massaged Lola’s tense shoulders.
“I’m proud of you.”
James sighed and nestled his head into Michael’s shoulder. He was exhausted, but extremely satisfied. From above he felt Michael’s lips kiss the top of his head, and a sense of euphoria washed over him. Never had he had a bond so intense as the one he had with Michael, and he knew he was going to miss him when he was gone.
CHAPTER 5
Michael’s eyes wandered from the book he was reading up to the kitchen island where Lola was preparing the feast for the night’s dinner guest. In the background she had soft meditation music playing, claiming that it helped her really get into the ‘cooking’ zone. Already she had prepped the scallops and lobster, and now she was mixing the crème Brulee's mixture she had planned for dessert. She seemed completely at ease and relaxed as she swayed her hips in the kitchen, and Michael wondered what she was thinking about.
Was he on her mind? Or, perhaps James? Her eyes were on her hands but he was almost positive that it was not the food that consumed her thoughts. Tonight’s dinner was one of the rare moments that Michael opened his private home to guests. The owners of the resort that operated his club, as well as some other prestigious people, would be coming to discuss business and enjoy a good meal. He wished that James and Lola would join him as guests, but they both declined, saying they would be more comfortable in the shadows that evening, working as his servants.
He knew that as far as employer relations go, he was the kindest of the elite lot. He had visited the home of everyone that would be at his table tonight and knew for a fact that most of them were not kind, let alone loving towards their staff. He didn’t blame James or Lola for wanting to be away from them as much as possible. There were many great things about being a billionaire, but putting up with other billionaires was not one of them.
“Lola, love, come here,” Michael called.
Immediately Lola stopped what she was doing and walked over to Michael, wiping her hands on her apron as she approached.
“Yes, Sir?” She asked.
Michael spread his legs and patted his knee. Obediently she sat down on his lap, her small skirt rising up to reveal her bare thighs. With his eyes still looking into hers, he called for James to join them. In less than a minute, the handsome half-naked man strode into the kitchen, wearing nothing but a pair of white board shorts. Michael held out his hand to him and he kissed James’s hand as he slipped his slim fingers into his larger ones. He tugged him close until he could wrap his free arm around his waist.
“I’m a little worried about tonight,” Michael admitted, glancing from one lover to another.
“Why, Sir?” James asked, beginning to massage Michael’s tense shoulders.
“Well, to be honest, I’m worried about how my guests are going to treat you. I don’t want them here but propriety demands it. I would like to possibly call in the service and have two people come to serve in your stead while I give you two the night off.”
“But, we love being your servants,” Lola told him, her voice soft and almost pouty.
“We are proud of it,”
Michael smiled at her softly and kissed her frowning lips.
“And I’m proud to have you, both of you. But I’m worried about my guests’ manners. I’m not-I don’t know if I could control my temper if someone were to treat you improperly.”
“We want to be here for you tonight, Sir,” James insisted, leaning down to kiss his neck.
“You do so much for us, let us do this for you.”
Michael sighed but nodded his head.
“Alright, but these clothes will not do. The last thing I want is someone to try to grab at you as if they had permission. James, I have a white shirt and black pants you can wear, and Lola, I want you in your longer skirt and sensible heels. Pull your hair up and wipe most of your makeup off. These men bring their wives, but I’ve seen how inappropriate they can be when they’ve had a few drinks.”
James and Lola nodded their heads obediently.
“Now, we have a few hours to spare. Why don’t we go upstairs to my room and have some fun?
Upstairs, Michael led them to his secret playroom. The door to it was actually disguised behind his closet, and could only be opened if you knew where to place your fingers. Inside hung his multitude of toys, ropes, switches, and a large wooden and leather cross. As he picked out his ropes, he instructed them both to undress. By the time he turned around they were both standing naked, waiting for his instruction.
Smiling, he held a hand out to Lola. She placed her small one in his and allowed him to lead her to the low bar that hung from the ceiling. With skilled hands he tied the knots around Lola’s wrists, making sure to leave enough room so that they left no bruises. With ease Michael tossed the ropes up and over the bar, pulling until Lola’s arms were stretched up high and she was balanced on the balls of her feet.
“How does that feel?” He asked, kissing her shoulder as he began to massage the pert flesh of her left butt cheek.
Lola murmured her approval of the position, excitement already running through her. Through Michael, she had found that she loved bondage and voyeurism. She gasped in pleasure when Michael’s open hand slapped across her backside.
“Shhh,” Michael teased, rubbing flesh until the stinging subsided. His eyes darted over to James, who was patiently waiting for instruction.
“Love, could you bring me the blue riding crop please?”
Obediently James walked to the wall of toys and picked up the neon blue leather riding crop. Standing at twenty-eight inches, it was the second longest one. It was also James’ favorite.
Michael gripped James’ throat, careful to only squeeze the sides as he approached, keeping one hand on Lola’s bare ass. He felt James moan into his mouth as pried open his submissive’s mouth with his tongue. They were close enough that Michael could feel James’ cock begin to harden and grow against his thigh. Breaking the kiss, he chuckled, loving how eager he was.
Moving out of the way, Michael allowed James to come around to Lola’s backside while he grabbed a large, plush black cushion and tossed it at her feet. James gripped the riding crop tightly, bending it forwards and backward to loosen up the leather. He was ready and excited to use it, but first, he had to wait for Michael’s permission.
Once Michael was on his knees and had his hands resting gently on Lola’s outer thighs, he gave a nod to James. A moment later he felt the vibrations of the crop hitting the center flesh of Lola’s right cheek, making her tremble and gasp. To quiet her sting, Michael adjusted her legs until she was splayed wide for him, and he began to delve his head between her thighs, lapping and suckling at her already flowing juices.
Above, James’s eyes glowed with pleasure as he brought the crop behind him, swinging it forcefully back against Lola’s quivering backside. Her cries of pleasure and pain slid seductively over his ears, creating an addiction to hear more of them. There was a power in making her feel both sensations at once that he loved. For the past week, Michael had been training him how to wield the toys in a dominant, but non-abusive fashion. In the back of his mind, he felt a twinge of sadness, worrying that it was a sign that he would soon be leaving them.
Lola’s orgasm-filled scream brought him back to the present, and he paused his crop to inspect the red and welted flesh of Lola’s backside. He was sure she was panting in pleasure, but he dropped the crop and went to his knees, running his tongue over the welts to soothe the sting as his nimble fingers massaged the outer lying flesh. On the other side, Michael had risen from his cushion, and was beginning to untie the ropes.
Both men caught Lola as she fell heavily downward, her arms and legs trembling from being held for so long. Together they brought her to the bed, massaging and kissing her until she fell into her subspace.
“You did so well,” Michael praised, his eyes traveling slowly over the younger man’s rigidly handsome body.
“Thank you, Sir,” James whispered, lifting up off of his elbows to service his Dom.
Chuckling softly, Michael shook his head and pushed James back into the pillows, whispering for him to relax. Though he was hard as a rock himself, he could have his pleasure later. For now, though, he wanted to reward James.
Michael’s soft lips traveled slowly from James’ lips to his neck, chest, stomach, and finally down to hard, a rigid cock that stood at attention at his neatly shaved pubic region. He was larger and longer than Michael, but he didn’t mind. The handsome billionaire hadn’t always been dominant and remembered his training from long ago. Relax his jaw and throat, Michael slid his mouth completely of James’ cock, taking him all the way inside until he could feel the other man’s cock pushing at his tonsils.
James’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as his lips parted. He’d had many lovers, but none of them had been able to handle his size quite like Lola had. Yet by a miracle, here was another, a powerful man who could handle him even better than Lola could. Giving in, James tunneled his fingers into Michael’s silky hair as felt his cock being suckled and licked like a lollipop. Sir’s teeth seemed to have disappeared, and all James could feel was the warm, wet lips and mouth off him, swallowing him over and over again until he was gripping the sheets and groaning out his orgasm. Michael swallowed his cum greedily, sucking him dry until there wasn’t a drop left.
CHAPTER 6
Michael looked uncomfortably across the table at his dinner guests. As he’d guessed, the wives were already making snide, arrogant remarks about Lola, and it was already making him angry. As he’d instructed, she’d donned a skirt that reached below her knees and wore her short, sensible one-inch heels. The only makeup she wore that he could see was a small dash of eyeliner. She had obeyed his every command, but nothing could hide her natural beauty. Compared to her, the wives of his business associates looked plastic and cheap.