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"Yes . . ."
"Despite your Master telling you that you weren't permitted to tease the help." He growled the accusation.
Even with that curl of sensual anxiety that went along with shifting into a submissive mind-set, Sam couldn't prevent a tiny smile. She'd always been pretty sure she'd like role-playing. She hadn't been sure how well the practical Geoff would do with initiating it, though. Apparently he was diving in headfirst with no trouble.
"Put your head back on my shoulder. Keep your hands in the dishwater, holding the dish you're cleaning."
When she did that, Geoff whistled between his teeth, a short blast that caught Chris's attention, pulling him out of wherever his mind had been. There was no screen on the window, so it took only a few steps for him to determine what Geoff was doing. Geoff forced her chin up so she was staring into his eyes, unable to see Chris's reaction as he drew closer, his shoes crunching across the ground.
"You like how he looks at you when he knows he has to keep his dick on a leash. You want to make him strain against that leash because you're a sweet little tease, aren't you?" He bit her ear.
"Yes, Master," she breathed. She could sense Chris on the other side of the window, listening.
"So here we are," Geoff said, his voice deceptively mild again. "I've told you not to tease the yard boy, and yet I find you wearing this thin, short dress with nothing under it, pretending to wash dishes while you stare at him, all shirtless and sweaty. I think you need a reminder about proper behavior."
Releasing her chin, he captured her breasts in his hands again. She lowered her chin and saw Chris had his gaze trained on her breasts, watching Geoff stroke the curves. Those long fingers plucked at her nipples and she gasped again, her hips jerking against Geoff's body. She couldn't seem to stop licking her lips, her eyes devouring Chris's bare chest, expanding from the rise and fall of his breath. The beauty of that motion drew her gaze to the waistband of his jeans as Chris's stomach contracted and he shifted to one hip.
"Yeah, he's like you. Built head to toe to be fucked." As Chris's gaze flickered at that, a spark of answering fire, Geoff set his teeth against her neck once more. "Your nipples are all hard from watching him. I bet your cunt is wet, too, isn't it, bad girl?"
As he gave her ass a sharp slap, Sam jumped and Chris's eyes darkened. "I can't help it, Master," she managed. "He's so very . . . handsome."
"Uh-huh. What's so handsome about him?" Geoff pushed the dress past her hips and took it to the floor, leaving her naked. Chris's attention slid down to see as far as he could see before the rest of her body disappeared below the sink level.
"He has all those muscles . . . all over. And . . . oh . . ." The one-syllable word multiplied into several as Geoff tweaked her nipples harder. She pushed her hips against his cock, hard and insistent against her bare ass. She could feel the weight of it through his jeans. "When he bends over, his pants tighten over his backside, and I can't seem to stop wanting . . ." She couldn't stop wanting, period, and she really couldn't think. The avid look in Chris's eyes, as if he couldn't wait to do everything Geoff was doing to her, had her making a needy whimper.
"Why aren't you washing the dishes?" Geoff said coldly. "I didn't say you could stop doing that."
"Yes sir." Groping for the washcloth, she tried to wash the egg off a plate in the soapy water as Geoff's hands moved behind her, exploring her buttocks.
"Spread your legs, Samantha Beth. You always keep your legs open for us, telling us you're ready whenever we want you."
"Yes sir. Um . . ."
She really didn't want reality to intrude on this, but Flo's earlier warnings came to mind. "Nothing pisses us off like a sub enduring the wrong kind of pain or, worse, risking harm because they're afraid speaking up or using a safe word will make us end the session altogether . . ."
At the time, Sam had fully agreed with the sensibility of it, but in the heat of the moment, she wasn't as sure. Though it was role-playing, there was something about Geoff in this mode that brought to life the mirror image in her that wasn't about playing at all, for either of them. She wanted to embrace it as reality. The consequences she had to face afterward were distant and unimportant.
Chris made a quiet noise that had Geoff's head lifting. Geoff moved his hand back up her body to fondle her breasts. Now he caressed them instead of tweaking her nipples so forcefully, which destroyed her focus even more. She'd be hard-pressed to form coherent sentences, but her Master was demanding them.
"You need to say something to me, Samantha Beth?"
"No sir. I . . ." She closed her eyes. "I'm kind of sor
e. But I want you inside me. I don't want you not to do it because you think I can't handle it . . ."
"You're worried I might be too demanding," Geoff said smoothly. "And it would hurt, because you're sore. Your body has been overused by a couple of beasts."
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have--"
Geoff slid his hand around her throat and squeezed, silencing her. "What's a Master's first responsibility, Sam? Do you know it? Every sub should."
She wet her lips. Chris's eyes pierced her to the soul. Geoff's grip on her throat kept her in a dark, dreamlike well.
"To take care of his submissive," she whispered. "To protect her."
"That's right. But since we're not as smart as we like to think we are, we need your help to do that. You have to tell us when we might be about to hurt you in the wrong way."
"There's a right way to hurt me?" Her heart was so full of them both she needed to tease so she didn't cry instead. The tears would be the right kind of tears, but they might not understand that.
