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This show would break all of them.
“We’ve always wanted to watch one of your shows, Logan, but we’ve never made it work.” Camila rested her arm on Sean’s shoulder, leaning into him as she spoke. “The two of you are so kind to make this little exception for us.”
Reese had presented it as a professional favor. The expansion of Mirror House’s top floor into a club like Requited would be completed in a few months, and the Byrnes had been discussing different ideas with Reese and Katie. Their current plan was to provide a space geared more towards established couples looking to play with other partners, but they hadn’t decided if there would be special ‘shows’ like ours or not.
They had requested a private performance to get a better feel of the process, and they were happy to pay for the privilege.
Reese had his hand on my lower back, guiding me in while offering support. If I changed my mind I knew he would handle it. A small whisper of worry danced across my mind. All the shows we had done before had been just us. There had been members watching, of course, and their presence was an integral part of the dynamic of the scene. But, in all those shows, the viewers had been behind the glass. Camila and Sean would be in there with us, and something told me they would have a more,hands-onapproach.
I could say no, and it would be over. But all I wanted, all I needed, was for Reese to hold me. I could never say it out loud or ask it of him, so this was my only choice.
So be it.
“If it was anyone else I might have refused,” I teased, shifting into a different version of myself. I let everything come to the surface, my sexuality, my desires, my proclivities. There was no need to hide within these walls; I was right where I belonged.
I sank into the mattress beside Camila and Sean, urging my muscles to relax. Something about their presence was intoxicating. Sean may have been a man of few words, but his body spoke volumes.
A familiar hand slipped through my hair, sliding down to rest at the back of my neck. “You wanted to see us work firsthand,” Reese said, his warmth soaking into my skin. “We usually pick our themes in advance, but since this is a special case we’re at your service.”
Sean wrapped his arm around Camila’s waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hip. The corner of his mouth turned up as he pressed his lips into his wife’s hair. “We’ve been thinking about what kind of options we want to include in the new club,” he mused.
Camila’s eyes sparkled. “There’s something I want to play with,” she said, lust and excitement bright on her face. “And I want you to be my toys.”
***
It was certainly a distraction.
I had always assumed Camila and Sean had tastes that went beyond the norm; that was why they visited Requited in the first place. But they were always watching, observing rather than experiencing for themselves. The disconnect had created a mystery around the couple. What were they into? What were their tastes?
Tying me naked to an A-frame wouldn’t have been my first guess, but somehow I wasn’t surprised. The frame was secured into the wall and floor, and I could feel how sturdy it was just from pressing my weight against it. They had me facing the wall, my chin resting on a small cushion attached to one of the bars. The three of them were behind me, but I couldn’t see a thing.
The back of my body was electrified by their gaze as the anticipation rose. My legs were spread, my ankles bound on each side of the frame. With my hands tied together at the top I was completely exposed, entirely at their mercy.
I jolted as long nails scratched down my back. Camila ducked into the space beneath the frame’s curve so we were face to face, a delighted twinkle in her eye as she took in the sight of me.
“You’re so delicious,” she purred. “I just want to eat you up.”
I couldn’t contain the shudder that ran through my body as she wrapped her slim fingers around my cock, giving it a firm squeeze before moving back behind me.
Fuck, it had been a long time since I’d been tied to a frame. I had forgotten how good it felt. It was the waiting that made every touch so much more powerful. It was a game of anticipation, and I was the pawn.
“Use this,” Camila said. It was an order hidden beneath a sweet voice. “He needs to be prepared.”
I drew in a shaky breath, desperate to know what she was talking about, but unable to turn my head.
“He prepared before we came down,” Reese’s voice was smooth and even, but I thought I caught a hint of something raw and wild escaping from deep within him. He was turned on, though he tried to hide it.
“Good boy.” There was a thump of something being tossed away. “Then there’s no need to hold back.”
My heartbeat climbed higher and higher as I was forced to rely on sounds to know what was coming. I felt a dozen things as I waited, every second stretching on into hours, but I never felt fear. Reese would never do anything to hurt me; I knew it, and so did he. It had even taken him twice as long as it should have to tie me to the frame since he insisted on pausing to make sure I was comfortable. I trusted that he would put my pleasure and safety above anything else, and that made the waiting so much more torturous.
I failed to suppress a moan as his hand cupped my ass.
“Go on, darling,” Camila chided. “Give him what he deserves.”
Another moan escaped, louder than before, as something thick and round pressed against my opening, slick with lube. “What-” I tried to ask, but my voice cut off with a cry as he pushed it all the way in.
My legs started to shake as the first anal bead sank inside me, my body clenching as the round invader entered me. But it was far from over.
