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"Then I have to close the blinds."
"Doms are manipulative, blackmailing sadists."
"Yeah, we are." He kissed her throat again, letting her feel his teeth first as a graze, then latching on hard. As she whimpered, he drew her back against his body, a straining bow notched with an arrow of sensation right down the center. His jaw tightened, teeth digging in as he banded his arm beneath her breasts. He pressed his pelvis against her ass, and she closed her eyes at the size of his erection.
"Please..."
"First, you watch. I want to know just how hot watching your friends gets you so I can punish you accordingly."
His tone was serious, making her shiver.
The one-level house was on a high enough foundation she had an elevated view. Marcus had Thomas stretched out on a blanket spread-eagle, his feet toward the field, his eyes blindfolded. His arms and legs were staked out with rope, and he was entirely naked. Marcus was circling him, dressed only in jeans as Des was, but, as Julie watched, he opened and shucked them off, so he could straddle Thomas and feed his cock between his lips.
Thomas's fingers clenched in his bonds. Since his body was turned diagonally toward Julie's view, she could see how stiff his erection was, how it jerked at Marcus's provocation. Her pussy dampened even more as she watched Thomas suck on Marcus's cock, the hollowing of his cheeks, the flex of muscle on both men's bodies as they moved in rhythm with one another.
She whimpered as Des slid his fingers between her legs, playing in her slipperiness beneath the crotch of the panties. "Please take off all your clothes," she whispered. "I need you inside me so badly, Des."
"I know you do. I'd kill anyone who tried to stop me from fucking you tonight, but we'll get there. Watch."
Thomas's muscles bunched as Marcus at last pulled away. In that pause, Des removed her panties, then continued to stroke and play in Julie's cunt, sliding fingers inside her then out, his other hand trailing along her arm, her neck, the side of her breast, then back up to grip her throat and hold her fast. She could do nothing but watch and grip the window sill, her body shaking as he rubbed his denim-clad erection against her backside.
"Spread your knees wider," he commanded.
She obeyed, wanting to beg, wanting to do anything he said. Marcus rose and moved down Thomas's body. She gasped as he slapped Thomas's cock with his open hand, doing it a couple times before he gripped Thomas's testicles, turning his wrist enough to suggest he was putting some twisting pressure on them. When Marcus said something to Thomas with erotic menace on his face, Thomas's lips parted, his tormented body straining up toward his Master.
As he did that, Des clasped both her breasts and started putting upward pressure on them. It was an uncomfortable feeling, the kind that spiraled arousal through her as she stretched against him, trying to keep her eye on the tableau as her own Master had ordered.
"Feel that," he muttered. "Does it turn you on for me to demand too much from you?"
"Yes," she breathed. "God, yes."
Marcus had released his sub and was freeing Thomas's ankles, but only to bind his thighs and calves together. He untied his arms and rolled him, bringing Thomas up onto hands and knees. Marcus stripped the belt out of his jeans, a thick strap even at this discreet distance. Julie felt a trickle of trepidation for Thomas, even as she suspected he'd respond to it the way she had when Des had done it to her. Anxiety at the pain, but an inexplicable eagerness for it.
When Marcus struck Thomas, she was amazed at the force. Her fingers convulsed on the ledge again. Thomas had started to put his head down and Marcus said something that brought his blindfolded face up so Julie could see the reflexive pressing of his lips, imagine the grunts coming from between them at each blow. Des reached in front of her and pushed up the window, cracking it so she could hear Thomas's guttural moans on the breeze.
"Des, I'm dying here."
"It's beautiful to watch." He eased several fingers into her wet pussy again and began to thrust, slow and easy. She shuddered and cried out on each penetration, moaning at the withdrawals, begging for more.
"I need you...your cock. Please."
"I like hearing 'please' from your lips. Keep begging and I'll keep thinking about it. Are you still watching?"
"Yes. Oh God, poor Thomas. It looks like he's...ah..." She nearly choked as Des did something that sent a tight spiral straight up her core. "Oh, God..."
"I suspect he's enjoying every damn minute, no matter how hard Marcus is hitting him. At least his dick looks like it is."
"Do you like...watching them?"
"I like watching a Master work. I love watching you get so stirred up by all of it. Now be quiet. Focus only on that and this..."
She heard his jeans open, and nearly sobbed in relief as the head of his cock pushed against her opening. While she'd imagined the first time since his surgery to be with him on top of her, in the bed, just the two of them in an isolated bubble of reconnection, there would be time for that. Right now was right now and she wouldn't trade it for anything. There was a lot of scenery she could anticipate on a train ride with him.
She didn't expect the climax to detonate when he first breached her slickness, but as she choked on a surprised wail, he slid in all the way to the root and gripped her neck again. He had his arm banded around her hips so she could barely move, the climax forced to happen in a tight warren of space and limited motion, making it all the more intense.
Especially when Marcus set aside the belt, knelt behind Thomas, gripped his flexing ass cheeks and thrust into him, so fast and deep it suggested he'd already been well-lubed. Thomas's lips stretched back farther, his head still up.
Marcus seized his hair in one hand, using that and the hold on his hip to ride his bucking mount thoroughly and hard. His muscles rippled, hair fluttering along his shoulder blades. The set of his mouth and glittering green eyes said he planned to take everything Thomas had and demand more. Looking into Marcus's face, Julie saw what she often saw in Des's at this moment.
