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“Will that do?” Zane asked when the task was done.
Rebecca’s eyes flicked from Trey to him. Did she realize she could order Zane to touch him more? He’d shown her more deference than any previous play partner. She pressed one finger thoughtfully to her cheek. Her next words flashed through Trey like a rocket trail.
“You could have caressed him more,” she observed, “around the balls or shaft, but I admit he looks well prepared.”
“If I’d excited him more, he might not last through his reward.”
“True,” she said.
“What’s my reward?” Trey dared to ask.
“You took ten strokes from me,” Zane said. “You can have ten strokes inside her. If you survive them without coming, I’ll use the quirt on you.”
Trey groaned, the reaction as unavoidable as his hard breathing. Under normal circumstances, ten strokes inside her would be a breeze. Under these, they might in truth finish him.
“Grab the head rail,” Zane said. “Only your cock can touch her while you do this.”
Rebecca moved down the mattress while he moved up. She’d bent her knees, but Zane pulled the leg nearest to him down. “Keep this flat. You don’t want to spoil my view.
Rebecca’s lips parted for a quick breath. Trey concluded they hadn’t pre-planned this part, and it excited her.
“I’ll aim your cock for you,” Zane told him.
It wasn’t all Trey wanted, but it was good. Zane’s hot fingers placed his head at her creaming gate.
“There,” he said. “You may push now, prisoner.”
Trey pushed . . . and let out a helpless whimper as his broad crown went in. Her body gave for him easily: soft, wet, clinging to his throbbing cock all over. When he was fully seated, he looked at her.
“Please don’t move,” he begged in an undertone.
“I’ll do my best,” she promised breathily.
He took his ten strokes as slowly as he could, savoring them, gritting his teeth in places, but adoring that he could make her moan with him. She had a hard time keeping her right leg flat. Her knee wanted to come up. On the third stroke, she stretched up to grip the head rail, needing something to hang onto to keep herself from squirming. Her breasts lifted on her ribcage, her nipples tight with arousal. When Trey saw that, every cell in his body wanted to go at her full speed, to satisfy the desire her squirms signified. If this had been any other night, he’d have pumped at her and pumped at her until they both screamed with es. Ignoring the urge, he pulled out carefully at ten.
Zane had been watching closely. They heard him breathing beside the bed.
As Trey’s butt settled on his shackled ankles and he laid his hands flat atop his thighs, he couldn’t have been more aware that he was chained and cuffed.
Rebecca released the rails and went up on her elbows. Her eyes went to the chains but didn’t stay. At the sight of Trey’s erection, she wet her lips. Her attention redirected his. He felt the swollen organ sticking up like a pole.
“Your skin is so dark,” she murmured, her voice smoky. “The tip of your penis is almost red.”
He couldn’t look. He could barely stand to look at her. Her skin was rosy all over, her every motion sensual.
“I guess you’ll be wanting this,” she said.
She found the quirt among the covers and handed it to Zane. Zane took it, drawing the lash along his palm like she had earlier. In him, the gesture was thoughtful and not teasing.
“I have a proposition for the prisoner,” he said, as if he wasn’t sure of it.
“What—” Trey’s throat was rusty so he cleared it. “What are you proposing?”
“I could—” Zane looked down, and Trey’s pulse galloped at his hesitation. His next words came out lower. “I could whip you while you’re inside her. I’d like to watch you try to hold off.”
Trey wanted to bargain for more, wanted Zane fucking him as his reward if he succeeded. Zane was generally more concerned with pleasing Trey than himself when they played these games. For him to make a request was unusual. Trey couldn’t open his mouth to ask for his desire. When you knew a friend was uncomfortable, you didn’t purposefully push him farther than he wanted to go.
“You could have her after,” Zane said. “With the chains still on and her under you. Your alluring captor, helpless to get away. Assuming that appeals to her, of course.”
“No need to worry about me,” Rebecca said with a breathless laugh. “I seem to like everything you do.”
“Ten lashes?” Trey asked, as if this were the crucial negotiating point.
“Ten lashes,” Zane confirmed.
~
Rebecca hadn’t known she’d get so caught up in this. Her arms trembled as she grabbed two of the chains above Trey’s head. The links were large enough to work her fingers through. Up on his shins again, Trey supported her bottom in his shackled hands. The cuffs were lined to prevent injury, but like the chain, they were heavy. Their hard presence under her was welcome. She had to squeeze Trey’s sides with her thighs—without blocking him to the whip. The difference in their heights meant her knees didn’t rest on the mattress.
Trey shifted her until his extraordinarily erect penis parted her labia.
“Ready?” he asked, his gaze unwavering.
“If you are.”
She guessed he was. Slowly, he lowered her weight onto him. She moaned with pleasure as his length filled her. Ten strokes hadn’t been enough for her.
Trey gave a little grunt when she settled as far as she could go. Her body swung slightly from her hold on the chains.
A sense of wonder overtook her. “Are you really my prisoner?”
Trey’s smile was soft. “I am, Rebecca. Now and forever.”
She bit her lip, liking his promise more than could be smart. With a shiver-inducing growl, Trey leaned forward and nipped her mouth.
A whistle split the air, followed by a sharp crack. Trey jerked, his cock jolted deeper into her. Zane had given him his first lash.
“No kissing your mistress yet,” he said.
Startled, Trey began to turn his head.
“Don’t look at me,” Zane ordered, a second lash finding Trey’s backside. “You keep your eyes on her. Don’t close them either. Your reactions are for her to enjoy.”
She would have felt guilty for enjoying them if Trey hadn’t so clearly liked the harsh treatment. A low noise broke in his chest, his cock throbbing inside her. It throbbed harder when Zane struck him a third time.
Sweat broke out on Trey’s face. His fingers tightened on her butt, causing the edges of the shackles to dig into her. The metal wasn’t as cold as it had started out. His heat was warming it.
“No thrusting,” Zane demanded, laying four and five across his ass.
Rebecca felt the air displace for these strokes, though the leather hadn’t once touched her thighs. Zane had practice at this, all right.
“I’m not thrusting, sir,” Trey protested, his pelvis jammed into her with all his strength.
“Are you calling me a liar?” Zane cupped Trey’s presumably burning cheeks. “I say I saw you move. I say these muscles clenched.”
“Just to get deeper, sir.”
Zane leaned toward them, his lips an inch away from Trey’s ear. “You like being inside your mistress, prisoner? You like all that heat and snugness around you?”
“Yes . . . sir,” Trey managed to pant out.
He jumped suddenly. Rebecca suspected Zane had just pinched his rear.
“You have five more lashes to go, and I’m not sure you’re worthy. I’m not sure you can last long enough to serve your mistress as she deserves.” Zane’s arm moved, his palm circling their slave’s butt. “She seems to think your balls have been neglected. Perhaps I’ll see to them now.”
Trey sucked in air as Zane’s hand found them. Whatever he was doing felt good to Trey.
“Please,” he moaned, straining and squirming inside her.
“Please more?” Zane mocked, doing whatever it was again. “Or please stop before I make you come?”
Unable to answer, Trey bit his lip hard enough to turn it white.
Zane released him. “Your unworthy ass has had enough. You’ll take the next five across your back.”
He returned to the foot rail, drawing the short lash along his hand. Rebecca could see him now without turning, but he wasn’t focused on her. The bulge at his crotch was huge, lines of sweat rolling through the golden hair on his bare chest. His big taut body was beautiful, his expression utterly determined. She was afraid and excited at the same time.
As if Trey knew Zane was readying himself, he clamped her bottom tighter and rested his brow on hers. Zane filled his lungs with air.
Sound burst from both men in tandem as the sixth lash fell.
