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But with rope, every participant had that opportunity, whether they were tying, being tied, or observing.
I stood Manson up, walking him over to one of the two square wooden columns supporting the vaulted ceiling. Pushing him back against the column, I said, “Stand there, and don’t move. Keep your head up.”
His gaze was as hard as steel when he met my eyes. Defiant, as if he wanted to be sure I knew he was only doing it because he wanted to, not because I’d told him. Which was fine with me; this was by no means a power trip.
“Find anything you like?” I said, glancing back at Jess as I used another length of rope to bind Manson to the column. I secured his ankles, tightly, slightly spread, enough to maintain that feeling of vulnerability in his position.
“Yes, sir,” she said, and I paused to have a look at what she’d chosen. She was holding a vibrator and a string of anal beads. The beads swung from her hand as she came closer.
Now that Manson was fully restrained, I stood up and drew Jess close to me, examining the toys she selected. Manson watched us, his hard-on rather comically obvious.
“Not too bad a predicament for a voyeur,” I said, unable to resist giving him a sardonic grin. “I’m going to make our fucktoy worship you, as she should. You won’t be able to touch her, of course.” I pulled her forward, so she was in front of me and close enough to touch his chest. Being the little tease that she was, of course she leaned against him, running her fingers along the ropes keeping him in place.
“My, my, how the tables have turned.” She giggled. I wrapped my hand around her throat, carefully pulling her head back toward me.
“Be careful,” I warned. “Manson left me in charge while he’s restrained. Don’t make the mistake of thinking I’ll be lax.” I kissed her cheek, gently, before giving her ass a sharp smack. “Get your clothes off. Make him wish he could touch you.”
Putting on a show came naturally to her. She stripped as I stepped back to observe. Every inch of skin she revealed was stunning; it really didn’t matter how often I saw her naked, or how much we fucked. She took my breath away every time.
Once she was naked, she sank to her knees, leaning her head down to kiss his feet.
“Stay just like that, Jess,” I said. Picking up the vibrator, I flicked the switch to ON and knelt behind her, teasing the toy between her legs. She twitched when I ran it over her clit. “You’re already so wet, baby. Which part turned you on? Was it sucking off Lucas and Jason this morning, or watching your Master get tied up?”
“Both,” she said, her little giggle dissolving into a moan when I held the vibrator against her again. She lifted her head, just enough to look up at Manson as he gazed at her. She trailed her fingers up his legs, his hips, over his abdomen. He shivered as she did it, his eyes widening as she brought her mouth even with his cock. She kissed the head through the fabric of his underwear, with a question in her gaze. “May I use my mouth on you? Please?”
“Fuck...of course you can, angel.” Manson sucked in his breath as she pulled down his briefs and stroked her tongue over his head. Putting the vibrator aside for a moment, I picked up the anal beads and the bottle of lube.
“Focus on your Master,” I told her as I circled a lubricated finger around her back entrance. She groaned as I pressed inside, thrusting past that tight ring of muscle. I could only imagine how sore she was by now. It was day three and we’d barely stopped fucking since we got here.
“Do you like how that feels?” Manson said, and Jess whimpered as she nodded. After giving her a few moments to adjust to my finger, I inserted the beads instead. They started small, barely an effort to fit inside. But each bead was bigger than the last.
She gasped as I pressed the last bead inside. Her cheek rested against Manson’s thigh as she stroked his cock with her hand.
“Mm, that’s better. Fucktoys should always have their holes stuffed full, shouldn’t they?” I said softly.
“Yes, sir.” She gasped with pleasure, and I wrapped her hair around my hand, giving myself control of her head.
“Now, you’re going to serve Manson with your mouth. You’re going to do everything you can to focus on his pleasure. Is that understood?”
Manson’s breathing had quickened, his cock leaking precum that Jess eagerly lapped up.
“There you go, baby,” I said, easing her head down on his cock. “Keep your eyes on him, you’re doing so good.”
She gagged softly as he hit the back of her throat. But she quickly adjusted. The muscles in her neck tightened as she bobbed up and down on him, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked.
“Goddamn, look at you,” I said. I released her hair, allowing her to set the pace. Manson’s legs were soon trembling, his every breath slow and deep. I had no doubt he could control himself to make this last, but I did enjoy seeing him struggle.
“Good girl, Jess,” he said, tensing against the ropes as if he was instinctually reaching for her. He clenched his teeth, pressing his head back against the column. “Your mouth is fucking sinful. You feel so damn good.”
Jess was so aroused that she’d dripped on the floor. Picking up the vibrator again, I wrapped my arm around her front to hold it against her clit. At the same time, I squeezed two fingers into her pussy.
She moaned, grinding herself down on my fingers. I pumped them into her as she squeezed around me, her walls throbbing
“Please your Master first, Jess,” I said. “Then you can come, baby.”
She lifted her head, continuing to stroke him with her hand. “I understand, sir. All I want is Master’s cum.” She looked up at him, her expression so sweet and pleading. With a face like that, she could have anything she wanted.
She buried her mouth at the base of his cock, lapping her tongue over his balls. Manson’s entire body strained against the ropes; muscles clenching, his breath shuddering, limbs trembling.
