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  “You’ll let me?”

  I remained still, my legs less than a foot from each man as they discussed what they were going to do with me and to me.

  “I will.”

  “Then yes. She’s mine. I’ll take the lead.”

  Chapter Eight

  Brad stood, followed shortly by Master Clay. They towered over me, one on each side. I had a vivid image of myself kneeling, one of them fucking me from behind while the other’s cock was in my mouth. Taking a breath, I let it out slowly.

  Brad cupped my breast, dipping his head to suck my nipple, clamp and all. He bit down on the clamp, closing it tighter around my sensitive flesh. I cried out, back arching.

  “Too much?” Brad asked.

  I nodded, then shook my head. I didn’t know, couldn’t tell. I was so aroused that I was overly sensitive, while at the same time I wanted more of everything.

  Master Clay grabbed the chain connecting the clamps and pulled hard. The clamps bit in before slipping off my nipples.

  I yelped, squeezing my eyes shut as pain radiated from my nipples up my chest and down my belly to my pussy. Brad’s arm wound around my waist, tugging me away from Master Clay. After a moment he released me, as if his first instinct was to protect me, but then his kinky side told him to let me go. And wasn’t that just so damned sexy?

  “Do you have a mat or bed or something?” Brad’s voice was rough.

  “Of course. Help me set it up.”

  Brad leaned in for a quick, hard kiss. “Don’t move.”

  As the men walked away I licked my lips, anticipation warm and tingling inside me.

  “Come here, Princess,” Brad said.

  Keeping my eyes down I made my way around the couch, headed for his voice.

  “Crawl,” Master Clay demanded.

  I stopped, then carefully dropped to my hands and knees. Taking a moment to compose myself I focused on breathing. With the leash trailing along the floor under me I crawled across the large room until I saw shoes—Master Clay’s shiny black dress shoes and Brad’s brown lace-ups.

  On the floor in front of them was a thick mat, about the size of a double bed. It was covered in a soft-looking blue material. When no one said anything I crawled onto the mat. The padding was a welcome relief from the hard floor.

  “Give me your hands,” Brad said.

  I sat back and held out my hands. Master Clay handed Brad a coil of bright-white rope. Brad looked from it to me, then handed the rope back.

  “You do it,” he said.

  I bit my lip, unable to decide if I should be scared or excited. I shifted, offering my wrists to Master Clay. He unwound a few coils, dropping the rest to the floor. Loop by loop he bound my wrists, the smooth nylon rope both wrapping around my wrists and snaking between them, binding them together. He tied off the rope, the remainder trailing off the mat to lie like a white snake on the floor.

  Brad grabbed the trailing rope and looped it over a bar suspended from the ceiling. He pulled on the rope until my arms were above my head and kept pulling until I had no choice but to get to my feet. When I was standing, he tied the rope to a hook in the wall five feet away. There was plenty of slack—my bound hands couldn’t drop lower than my waist, but it wasn’t nearly as limiting as the St. Andrew’s Cross or stocks.

  Brad toed off his shoes and stepped onto the mat. He brushed my hair back from my face and leaned in, his breath washing over my neck as he whispered, “I’m not going to fuck you, not like this. The first time we have sex is going to be just us.”

  He pulled back and kissed me softly.

  My heart melted. Raising my bound hands, I hooked them behind his neck and kissed him. As erotic as this situation was, I would happily give it up to spend hours kissing Brad.

  But that wasn’t my decision to make.

  He lifted my arms, sliding out of my hold. Taking a step back, Brad looked at Master Clay, who tipped his head to the side in question.

  Brad shrugged. “There may be a slight flaw in my plan of my taking the lead. I’d be happy to just make out with her for a few hours.”

  “Are you asking me for help?” Master Clay tapped the crop he was holding against his calf.

  “No,” Brad said quickly. He looked at me, then back at Master Clay.

  “As competent as you are, you’re essentially a novice, and emotional involvement with Leona makes this a very difficult scene to orchestrate.” Master Clay laid a hand on Brad’s shoulder. “Dominating a woman you see socially is the most difficult of tasks. I’m going to orchestrate the evening, while you still take the lead.”

  Master Clay’s voice was smooth, inviting agreement. Hearing him like this made me understand why he was so successful in business.

  “I don’t like it, but it’s probably best.” Brad folded his arms, eyeing Master Clay suspiciously.

  Master Clay stepped up to the edge of the mat. Reaching out his arm, he put the tip of the crop under my chin, nudging my face up.

  “Remove your thong, Leona.”

  Standing on my toes, I pushed the edges of the thong down my hips. I wiggled my hips, trying to get it to fall, but the fabric was trapped between the cheeks of my ass.

  “I’m sorry, Master Clay. I can’t.”

  “You have until the count of ten to get it off.” Master Clay looked at Brad. “One.”

  I caught the hint. Taking a few steps toward Brad meant that I had to raise my hands above my head as the rope pulled taut.

  “Would you help me?” I asked Brad softly.

  Master Clay’s crop caught the underside of my left breath. I yelped, taken by surprise.

  “You will address my guest properly, Leona, or you will earn another real punishment.”

  I whimpered, shifting foot to foot. Looking at Brad I opened my mouth to repeat the question, but “Master Brad” didn’t sound right in my mind.

  Brad’s arms were crossed, his handsome face set, gaze intense. He radiated power, a barely leashed intensity that was normally buried under his easygoing demeanor.

  I lowered my gaze and whispered, “Master.”

  His hands cupped my waist, sliding down the outside of my legs, hooking my thong and dragging it down.

  Brad dropped to his knees before me and tugged my hips toward him. The bar in the ceiling was several feet behind me, meaning that my arms were stretched up and back by the rope. He spread my legs, curling one hand around my thigh to steady me as I struggled to find my balance.

  Two fingers traced the lips of my pussy and I moaned, straining to press myself against his hand. He kissed my mound, inhaling deeply. I waited for his lips to dip lower, to find my clit, but he rose, stepping back and breaking contact with me.

  I groaned and had to bite my lip to keep from begging.

  “Turn and bend. Spread your legs so that we can see your pussy.”

  Master Clay’s words startled me. For a moment I’d forgotten about him. It was a testament to my connection with Brad.

  Turning relieved the strain on my shoulders. I spread my legs wide, not caring if it made me seem slutty or wanton. Right now I was slutty and wanton. Despite my bruised ass, part of me wanted a spanking, wanted that sweet, naughty burn.

  Master Clay spread the cheeks of my ass, making sure I was on display.

  “Would you like to use a plug on her?” he asked Brad.

  Brad didn’t say anything, but I saw him walk to the cabinets on the wall. He opened drawers, pulling things out before returning. He dropped a pile of dildos, plugs, beads, tubes of lube and gloves onto the mat under me.

  “Couldn’t decide?” Master Clay asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

  “No. I want to fuck her and I want to rescue her.”

  “It’s hard to be both the villain and the hero—the greatest threat and the only hope of salvation.” Master Clay stooped and picked up a large glass dildo. “Enjoy yourself.”

  Master Clay urged me to step forward until I was standing under the bar. When I was positioned with m
y legs spread, my arms resting comfortably at my waist, Brad knelt in front of me. His blond hair glinted in the small spotlights that lit the play area.

  He had the dildo in his hand, and without any warning he opened my pussy lips with two fingers and pushed the dildo into me. I gasped, dancing up onto my toes at the sudden invasion. The dildo was cold and thick.

  “Keep your legs spread,” Brad barked.

  I widened my stance, my body responding to the order before my brain had fully processed the words. “Yes, Master.”

  Brad rubbed the hood of my clit as he started to work the dildo in deeper. Master Clay grabbed a string of large anal beads and some lube. I heard the click of a cap and then something smooth and slippery pressed against my ass. The anal beads were large, and combined with the thick dildo I feared I wouldn’t be able to take them in my ass.

  But Master Clay applied pressure, forcing the smooth ball of an anal bead into me. I dropped my head, panting as he started to push the second one in. I shifted, Brad’s fingers sliding over my clit as I did. A frisson of pleasure spiked through me. I almost came from that quick, accidental touch.

  “You don’t have permission to come, Leona,” Master Clay warned me.

  “I…I won’t be able to stop it. I’m too… I’m too…” I licked my lips, so focused on the dildo, Brad’s fingers and the beads that I couldn’t complete the sentence.

  Master Clay forced another bead in hard and fast. I yelped, the sound almost drowning out his footsteps as he walked away. The rope loosened further.

  “Hands and knees, Leona.”

  Brad leaned away from me. I dropped to the mat, and on instinct turned so that my ass was facing Brad. The dildo nearly slid out of my pussy as I moved, but Brad reached out and shoved it deep inside me once more.

  Master Clay knelt at my head, his hands on his belt.

  I watched as he undid his belt and then the button of his pants.

  “Wait, Wayne.” Brad grabbed my hips and pulled me back a few inches.

  “You object?”

  “You’re damned right I do.”

  “Why?”

  “Because she’s mine.”

  “In that case I think you should order her to suck my cock.”

  “No.”

  “No? You don’t think the pretty Leona finds the idea of sucking my cock while you play with her pussy arousing? Or that the idea of being ordered to suck another man’s cock doesn’t turn her on?”

  I held as still as I could, struggling not to react to Master Clay’s words. I wanted him to be wrong. It was one thing to be a good sub, one who was willing to touch and be touched by other people. It was a whole different thing to want your boyfriend to order you to give another man a blowjob while he watched.

  Brad’s hands were still on my thighs. Tension stretched between the three of us.

  “Leona?” Brad asked.

  I bit my lips, refusing to respond.

  “Leona, do you want to suck Clay’s cock?”

  “No, Master.” There was enough truth in that statement that my voice was nearly perfectly steady.

  “That’s not the right question,” Master Clay said.

  There was a beat of silence before Brad asked, “Do you want me to watch while you suck his cock?”

  “Don’t ask me that,” I begged in a whisper.

  “Do you want me to order you to suck another man’s cock?”

  “Please…”

  “Do you want him to fuck your mouth while I fuck your ass?”

  “Master, don’t ask me. Please.”

  Master Clay grabbed a fistful of my hair, jerking my head up and forcing me to twist to look at Brad.

  “Answer him, Leona.” Master Clay pinched my nipple, twisting until pain shot through me. But that only increased my arousal.

  “Answer my questions, Princess.”

  I met Brad’s gaze. There was no disgust, no condemnation.

  “Yes, yes.” The words burst from my lips. “I want you to order me to suck him, and I want you to watch, and I want you both to fuck me at the same time, and I want to fuck another woman and I want to have sex with you in the back of a crowded club and I want to go out with a plug in my ass and I want to sleep next to you while you keep your fingers buried in my pussy all night.”

  A dark smile curled Brad’s lips. “Oh Princess, we’re going to have some fun.”

  An answering smile worked its way across my face. Master Clay released my hair and finished undoing his pants.

  “Leona,” Brad said, “suck Clay’s cock.”

  Before I could answer, Master Clay’s cock pressed against my lips. I opened my mouth, taking the head in as the dildo pushed in deeper. The double penetration had me shivering. Brad tugged on the beads buried in my ass, adding pressure and sending my arousal to the next level.

  The first anal bead slipped free, stretching my ass open wide as Master Clay pumped into my mouth. I wished there were a mirror so I could see Brad as he worked the dildo into me and toyed with my ass.

  The second bead was pulled free and I sucked hard on Master Clay’s cock, wanting, needing the stimulation. If my hands hadn’t been bound together I could have toyed with my nipples or dug my fingers into the abused flesh of my ass just for the pain stimulation.

  Brad must have read my desperate need for more because he jerked the final beads free in one hard pull. I pounded my feet against the mat as pleasure-pain flooded me. I thought I’d orgasm but the tension coiled in my belly remained.

  “Here.”

  I didn’t know what Master Clay was referring to until Brad forced me to bend my left leg until my heel was against my ass. Using the slack in the rope he bound my leg in that position, then spread my knees even farther apart.

  Master Clay was now pumping into my mouth. He seemed less restrained than ever before. I could tell he was close to coming—it seemed I was not the only one who found this whole thing amazingly sexy. Remembering how ambivalent I’d been about sucking his cock last time just reinforced for me that the reason this felt so different was Brad.

  The dildo was pulled from my pussy only to be inserted into my ass. I pressed forward until my nose hit Master Clay’s belly. The head of his cock was in my throat. I swallowed and he grabbed my head, groaning.

  I felt Brad moving around behind me, then tugging me down. I lowered my pussy toward the mat.

  Brad’s lips grazed my pussy and I could have wept when I realized he was lying under me, prepared to lick my cunt.

  Master Clay pulled out, I took a breath, and then he shoved deep again.

  Brad’s tongue traced the inner lips of my sex before grazing my clit. I took a desperate breath when Master Clay pulled back and then frantically licked the underside of his cock. His fingers pressed into my scalp as he came in my mouth. I shuddered, grinding down against Brad’s nose and chin.

  Master Clay pulled out of my mouth, moved to the side and grabbed the dildo buried in my ass. I dropped my forehead onto my wrists, gasping as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me.

  Brad sat up.

  “No! Master, please.”

  “Not here. Not like this. The first time I fuck her is going to be in a bed,” he said.

  I could have screamed. What had seemed sweet before now just sounded frustrating and stupid.

  “Unbind her. I have something that will help.”

  Master Clay rose and walked away. Brad jerked the dildo free of my ass, then unbound my leg. His fingers were shaking as he worked the knot in the rope on my wrists.

  “Please, please, I need you,” I begged.

  “I know, damn it.”

  “Leona, stand up.” Master Clay was back.

  I wanted to scream at him for interrupting my pleas to Brad, but I couldn’t think that clearly. I rose, unsteady on my feet. Master Clay dropped to one knee and guided me to step into what looked like a pair of black leather granny panties. He pulled them up, zipping the stiff leather closed on each side and then tightening laces
at the back. They were leather granny panties—they were cut like boy shorts on the bottom but rose all the way to my waist. I didn’t understand what they were for until he locked the waistband closed with a small padlock.

  “Here.” Master Clay gave Brad the key. “Can you drive?”

  “Yes.”

  “She’ll need clothes.” This time Master Clay was definitely smiling.

  “Get dressed, woman,” Brad demanded. I was two steps away when he grabbed me and kissed me hard. “Meet me at the car.”

  * * * * *

  Twenty minutes later I stood beside Brad, vibrating with need as he fumbled with his keys.

  “Open the door,” I demanded.

  “Working on it.”

  I slid my hands around his waist, palming his cock through his pants.

  “Oh fuck, Leo…you’re not helping.”

  I bit his shoulder.

  The instant we’d left Master Clay’s house I’d been freed of the rules of being a submissive. I’d been scared that I’d be embarrassed or not as aroused without the BDSM element, but the only difference so far was that I was free to demand the satisfaction that I was so desperate for.

  The door finally opened. We stumbled in. Fighting for control, I pushed him against the door only to have him flip our positions. His hands fumbled with the shirt and leggings. I went right for his fly, jerking the button open and zipper down, my hand slipping in to find the hot, hard length of his cock.

  Brad pressed his forehead against the door beside me. I felt the power of my touch in the way his whole body shook in response.

  I slid down to my knees. Squeezing his cock with one hand, I ran the palm of my other hand over the tip. He braced his arms against the door and looked down at me. With our gazes locked, I took the head of his cock into my mouth. I could still taste another man on my tongue, which was fucked up and hot all at the same time.

  I went to work on his dick, taking him deep into my mouth and throat. He was still dressed, with only his cock visible.

  After only a few moments he pulled back and hauled me up. We undressed each other with frantic hands. I barely had time to appreciate his muscled chest and fine arms before our attention switched to the chastity garment I was locked in.