A tornado whirled through her when Sam’s large hand stroked her mound through the thin fabric of her pants, igniting fires in their wake. Jodi groaned, arched her hips into the broad fingers.
“She’s so hot steam’s risin’ off her,” Sam said with a chuckle.
From Mark’s harsh breath beside her ear, and his rigid arm muscles, Jodi could tell he was not unaffected. The tension in his voice removed all doubt. “She likes relinquishing control. Most times.”
Sam leaned down to her, the rough stubble of his beard scraping the tender skin of her cheek.
“Gorgeous.” Sam stroked a strand of hair that curled over her ear. “It’s like silk.”
He stepped closer, ground his erection into her mound as he licked a spot just beneath her ear, the unexpected contact making her jump. Another moan escaped her at being sandwiched between the two aroused men. “Time for your punishment.”
The leather of Sam’s pants creaked as he pulled away from her and knelt in front of the credenza. He opened a cabinet door and removed a box, flipping open the lid. As he poked through it, Jodi strained to see what it contained, but Mark held her firmly in place.
Sam held up two thick leather collars, one encrusted with bright stainless steel spikes, the other glittering with what had to be rhinestones and rubies. There were so many they couldn’t be the real thing. Could they? Besides who used real gems on bondage devices?
“Which do you prefer to restrain our suspect?”
Mark chose the spiked leather collar and carefully wrapped it around her neck.
Sam frowned. “We need a leash for that collar.” He pulled out a silver chain and snapped the clasp over the ring on the collar. With a wide smile, he ceremoniously handed the chain to Mark. “Just to make sure she doesn’t run away. Can’t say we lost our suspect, now, can we?”
After rummaging through the box once more, Sam pulled out two matching anklets. Cool hands pushed her pants halfway up her calves, broad calloused fingers stroked her bared legs before removing her boots and socks and setting them aside.
A shiver raced from her throat and settled in her breasts at the warmth of Mark’s hands compared to Sam’s cool touch. Soon she’d have both hands touching her, fondling her, dominating her.
“Such pretty feet,” he murmured as he fastened matching leather restraints around her ankles.
“What are you going to do with me?” Her voice was breathless as she ran through the various possible punishments the two men might have devised. Would they interrogate her using the good cop/bad cop technique? Would she get to go down on one while the other fucked her, just like she’d fantasized?
“Ah, sweet pea, I’m not gonna tell you-that would ruin the anticipation now, wouldn’t it? And just so you can’t cheat and see what we’ve got planned…” Sam stuck his hand in his pocket, retrieving a blindfold.
He placed it over her eyes and tied it in place, extinguishing all light. “You see anything?”
“No.”
“You wouldn’t lie to me now, would you?”
She shook her head, slightly losing her balance in the process.
Mark grabbed one elbow, Sam the other, as they walked her out of the office and into the hall. They turned in the opposite direction she’d come and walked what felt like the length of the thickly carpeted hall before they stopped. There was a whirring noise and they walked her forward a few paces onto a tiled surface then stopped, turned her around. The floor lurched beneath her feet.
The elevator the previous owner had installed.
But was she going up or down? Up, she decided.
The motion stopped and she heard the door slide open. They led her out and to the left. Disoriented because of the blindfold, she tried to recall the floor plan she’d studied. The sounds changed when they turned her and she realized they’d taken her into a large room. Yes, they had to be in the master bedroom. She frowned when she heard the sound of a pocket door scraping in its tracks right in front of her and then was led forward. The thick carpet cushioning her bare feet changed to cool tile. They were taking her into the bathroom? Ah, yes, Sam liked the whirlpool.
She heard the scrape as another panel moved then a clicking sound, like a code being entered into a keypad. Wait a minute, there was no other room off the master bathroom.
“Watch your step, Jodi,” Mark urged. “We’re going downstairs.”
Downstairs? There was nothing in the blueprints about stairs off the master bathroom-and why would they have taken her up in the first place? She slid her foot along the tile and tentatively felt in front of her until she found the step.
“And again.” Then a third step, and a fourth. After fourteen they finally stopped on a concrete floor.
“Mark?” she whispered, suddenly unsure of her decision.
“It’s all right, babe. Sam’s had a safe room built-we’re going to be using it tonight.” Mark rubbed her arm as they lead her down what felt like a narrow corridor before she heard the metallic creak of a heavy door opening.
“Hit the light switch there, will you, Mark?” she heard Sam say.
Light glimmered from beneath the edges of the blindfold.
“This way, sweet pea.” Sam took her arm and lead her a few more paces before saying, “Lift your foot and step up.”
After taking the step, and being turned around, Jodi took a deep breath, forcing herself to relax. Bound and blindfolded, led to a room that didn’t exist? So far, this definitely was not her idea of a fun evening.
After Mark released the clasp fastening her wrists together, he massaged her shoulders. “Relax, babe. Wait’ll you see this place. We’re going to have a blast.”
“All set?” Sam said after a few moments.
Jodi swallowed then nodded. As one, they lifted her arms as high as her shoulders. She heard a metallic clinking, then their hands dropped away, leaving her arms suspended in mid-air. A fresh shiver of anticipation crawled up her spine and under the skin of her arms.
“Can you move?” Mark said from just in front of her.
She pulled on the restraints but her bonds didn’t budge. Hopefully they wouldn’t leave her here too long-the blood would drain out of her hands.
Something cold and hard-metallic-touched her right biceps. After a slight tug, it slid to her shoulder and along the seam to her neck. The fabric slithered down her front, baring one breast. She could feel her nipple puckering under the blast of air-conditioned air from a vent above her.
They were cutting her clothes off her? Thank God Mark had brought one of the company tees rather than something from her closet.
The sensation was repeated on her left arm. Soon her top slithered down her belly and came to rest on her bare feet.
“You have real pretty tits, sweet pea. You nipples are like ripe berries waiting to be plucked.”
“She thinks they’re too small,” Mark said with a chuckle.
“And I’m sure Mark’s told you that more than a mouthful’s wasted.”
Heat rose up her neck. Being naked was never a hang-up for her, but being naked in front of another man while Mark watched. Would he be jealous? Or did he not feel the way she would if he was viewing another woman? Maybe he didn’t love her the way she loved him.
A tongue swept over her right nipple, but she couldn’t tell whose. Warm breath moved across her cleavage, then lips laved her left breast, teeth nipping lightly. “Taste as sweet as berries too.”
Fire swirled in her breast and shot straight to her pussy when she realized it was Sam touching her, kissing her. It shouldn’t feel so good to know another man was arousing her when Mark was right there.
Should it?
The cool edge of the knife touched first one hip, then the other, and her pants slid over her ankles.
Two sets of lips kissed her almost reverently-one kissing her belly button, the other feathering down the small of her back.
“You’re beautiful, sweet pea,” Sam whispered from behind. “You should see how turned on Mark is right now. How much he wants you.”
Warm lips pressed against the back of her neck as a hand cupped her breast. “Isn’t she beautiful, Mark?”
“Oh yeah.” Mark’s voice sounded strained. “I’m so hard I ache, babe.”
“Now be a good little burglar and lift your foot,” Sam said from her left side.
She did and felt the remnants of her clothes being pulled from her ankle.
“Now your right foot,” Mark said from that side.
When she put her foot back down on the ground, two sets of hands wrapped gently around her ankles.
“Spread your legs, babe.”
They fastened the ankle restraints, leaving her standing spread-eagled, unable to move. A fly captured in a spider’s web.
Two sets of hands ran up her calves, her thighs. Fingers parted her cleft, dipped forward into moisture coating her labia, then traced back and circled the tight bud of her rear.
“I’ll bet your ass is so tight my dick’ll feel like it’s been taken to heaven when I’m fucking it, won’t it, sweet pea?” Sam whispered as his finger broached deeper, his breath a warm caress against her ass. A hiss of indrawn breath revealed Mark’s location.
The idea of someone else-of Sam-fucking her while Mark watched sent volatile fireballs to every nerve ending in both her pussy and her ass. How could she have considered leaving earlier?
“Punishment time, Jodi,” Mark whispered in her ear. Her heart immediately raced as if she’d been running.
A marathon.
Up the side of a mountain.
The sharp whistling sound of…what was that? It reminded her of a whip, or a belt arcing through the air. Her butt tightened at the thought of being paddled or spanked as her punishment.
“Now, sweet pea, we’re going to play a game. If you guess correctly, you get rewarded. If you guess incorrectly, you’ll be punished.”
“What do I have to do?”
Lips touched hers. Lips tasting of cigar smoke. “You have to guess which one of us-”
“-is doing what to you,” Mark finished, nibbling just below her ear.
“Someone’s gonna touch you…”
“When whatever they’re doing stops you have to say who it was.”
They were circling her, trying to confuse her.
“If you get it wrong…”-something whistled through the air, stung her ass in a thin line-“then you’ll be punished.”
Heat gathered in the cheek where she’d been hit. Mark had only ever used the flat of his hand, but the thin instrument they’d just used focused the sensation, which shot straight to her core. “And if I get it right?”
“Then, sweet pea, you’ll be rewarded.”
“How?”
“You’ll find that out when that happens.”
“But you have to get one right, first.”
“And to make it a bit more of a challenge for you, your time will be limited.” Someone’s palm-Mark’s she guessed-smacked flat against her ass again, blurring the thin line of heat from the last hit. “Hmm. She liked your riding crop better. You know, I think I might try out some of your toys.”
“Be my guest, there’s enough to choose from,” Sam said with a chuckle.
Jodi wiggled her ass in anticipation.
“Oh, and, sweet pea? If you don’t answer quick enough, you’ll be punished no matter what your answer.”
She heard the sound of something rattle, then snapped through the air. Was that a… It sounded like it had multiple tails. A flogger?
“Are you prepared to accept our punishment?” Mark asked.
“Yes.” More than ready. Cream leaked down her thigh in a torturous tickle.
Seconds later, a hand caressed her left breast. Cool but gentle fingers tweaked her nipple. She rolled her head back, arching at the sensation when a tongue swirled across her other taut peak, teeth nipping lightly. The hint of cigar wafted up. A smile curled her lips-she would soon find out what her reward would be.
Too soon the touching, the licking, stopped. The sudden lack of contact left her panting, wanting more.
“Time to guess, Jodi,” Mark said from her left side. “Was it me?”
“Or me,” Sam whispered from her right side.
A wicked thought occurred to her; she struggled to stop her smile from showing. She enjoyed Mark punishing her, and the anticipation of discovering what rewards they had planned would be that much more intense. Besides she always did prefer being the bad girl to the good.
“Mark.”
“Wrong!”
Even though she was expecting it she jumped when the flogger whistled and cracked with a thwack against her tender skin. The heat in her buttocks spread straight to her pussy.
“I’m not sure she thought that a punishment, ol’ buddy,” Sam said with a chuckle.
A large warm palm flattened over her belly, fingers spread wide, played with her belly button ring. They moved lower, parting her labia. Hot breath tickled her navel as someone kneeling in front of her exhaled. A finger-or was that a thumb?-rubbed beside the sensitive bundle of nerves that ached to be touched, slipped around it, below, never satisfying her need.
“Please,” she whimpered. She squirmed, trying to force the digit over that spot.
The movement stopped, the traitorous hand withdrew She jumped when the crop stung her ass again.
“But I haven’t guessed yet!”
“You moved. That’s against the rules,” Mark said from her right.
“You will stand still when we touch you, or we will leave you hanging there and not touch you again,” Sam said from her left. “Now tell us who it was who made you so needy?”
She tried to guess who it might have been…
“Tick tock, sweet pea.”
…there had been no scent of cigar, no creak of leather…
“Five, four, three-”
“Mark!”
Sam heaved a long sigh, and from the sound, she got the feeling he was shaking his head.
“It wasn’t?” Wouldn’t she have been spanked for guessing wrong?
“No, sweet pea, you were right, but I’m disappointed that you’ve not credited me yet.” He let out another dramatic sigh.
“You still owe me a reward,” she reminded him.
“You’re right, we do.”
After a moment, she sensed movement-someone knelt directly in front of her. Warm breath caressed her breast, a tongue swiped over one nipple then drew it into his mouth and began to suckle. One hand caressed her ass, another slipped between her legs. A finger slid inside. A second. Then a third, fucking her until every nerve ending inside her threatened to burst into flame. She nearly cried when they withdrew.
“Let’s see what you can earn next,” Mark said.
Calloused hands caressed her ass, broad fingers parted her cheeks. A tongue laved from front to back, rimming her.
“Sam.”
Someone-Mark? or Sam?-sucked her nipples as a finger trailed through her cream, drew it back along her ass. It circled her tight bud then nudged inside, waiting as her muscles adjusted to the invasion. Her suspicion that it was Sam was confirmed when rough stubble abraded her inner thighs. Sam tongued the throbbing bundle of nerves, then thrust his tongue into her pussy. A second finger joined the first, stretching her ass wider, then both thrust in time with his tongue. Just as she was ready to leap over the edge, the fingers and mouths withdrew.
Shaking with her need, she cried, “No! Please! I need to come.”
Fire licked in Mark’s belly, tightened like a vise about his chest, as he watched Sam laving Jodi’s clit with a tenderness he hadn’t expected. Watched her arch her back, heard her unsteady breathing, the breathy moan she made in her pleasure.
What the fuck was going on that he’d resent the hell out of his friend for doing exactly what he’d asked him to do? Damn it, he’d been the one who’d approached Sam and yet now he wanted to pull him off Jodi, to ram his fist into Sam’s face.
Sam’s gaze flicked over to him, rested briefly on the flogger in his hand. Mark glanced down and realized he’d gripped it so hard his knuckles were white.
When Sam resumed tonguing her glistening pussy, Mark took a step back. Closed his eyes so he wouldn’t see how she rotated her hips toward Sam’s mouth. Tried to close his ears to the sound of Jodi’s soft whimpers. Whimpers he wanted to be for him. Only him.
“Please,” Jodi pleaded. “Please, Sam, please let me come. I really need this.”
Mark’s teeth ground so hard, he swore sparks would shoot from his mouth. She should be begging him to make her come, not Sam. What made him think Jodi was someone he could stand by and watch as someone else fucked her?
He opened his eyes to find Sam picking up the crop he’d set down.
“No moving, remember?” Sam gave Mark a curious look as he snapped the crop across Jodi’s ass.
Her thighs quivered as if they tried to close, to press together and ease the ache he heard in her voice.
God, she was so beautiful. So responsive.
Beneath her blindfold, he knew her eyelids would be heavy from sexual arousal. His hand lifted of its own accord, hovered over Jodi’s full bottom lip, wanting to stroke it; his body leaned in until he could feel the heat of her body brush his. He wanted to drop to his knees and kiss the taut, budded nipples, hear her beg for more attention. His attention.
He’d go down on her, taste that wonderful cream streaming down her thighs. Suck on her clit, use his fingers against that spot that he knew drove her insane. He’d bring her to orgasm again and again, and each time she’d scream his name. His name. No one else’s. Ever.
But after he’d gone to Sam and suggested this evening, after he’d convinced Jodi it would be fun, how could he back out? How could he tell Sam to leave? He’d look like a first-class idiot.
“Such a pretty pink ass you’ve got, sweet pea,” Sam said. “And your pussy is so wet it’s dripping down your thighs like Niagara Falls. Hey, Mark, hand me that cloth, will you, buddy?”
When Sam’s large hand caressed her ass and Jodi moaned her approval, Mark’s vision went red.