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Once I’m done with Wren, I step back to admire my work. She adjusts, wiggling and stepping from foot to foot.
“Does it feel all right?” I ask.
“It feels perfect.”
“Good.” With a kiss to her stomach, I slide her panties down and help her step out of them. “I’ll come back to you in a minute.”
At that, Oliver straightens. When I grab more rope and head his way, he immediately puts his arms behind him in the way I positioned Wren.
I shake my head. “You’re gonna need your hands in front of you tonight. But touch your cock, and you’ll get spanked. Hard.”
“But Ell,” he protests as I pull his shirt over his head.
“You can be a good boy for me, Ol. I know you can.”
“Yeah, but you’re not gonna make it easy.”
With a deep chuckle, I exchange a smirk with Rhett. “No, no I’m not. You’ll have to suffer.”
With a groan, Oliver drops his head back. I take the opportunity to kiss his neck while I hold his hands firmly in mine. He leans into my mouth with a shudder, and when I pull back, he swears under his breath.
Once I’ve finished tying his wrists, I double-check that nothing is too tight. There’s some leftover rope leading off the cuffs that acts as a lead. I have a feeling Rhett will like that.
I undo the button of Oliver’s pants and slowly slide down the zipper. He’s practically bouncing with excitement, which makes it a little difficult to get his clothes off him, but I manage. I pull his briefs down, and his dick springs upward, hard and begging to be touched.
As I lead him over to Rhett, he manages to sneak in a slow stroke of his cock. I smack his ass, not bothering to hold back.
“OWWWWW!”
Arching a brow, Rhett takes Oliver’s hands and holds them away from his body. “Don’t know why you’re acting surprised. He did exactly what he said he would.”
As I take off my shirt, Wren giggles behind us.
“You laugh now, princess,” Oliver says. “But just you wait.”
“How’s this gonna go, Ell?” Rhett asks me.
“For now, I’ll work on Wren, and you work on O. Don’t touch yourself, and don’t touch his dick. No one comes without my permission, and anything I tell you to do, you do immediately.”
Oliver shoots me a pouty glare, but beneath it is a giddy delight that he’s barely containing. “Can I touch Rhett’s dick?”
“Why do you think your hands are in front of you? But remember—he’s not allowed to come. And you’re not allowed to do anything unless he tells you to.”
At that, Rhett tugs on the extra rope from Oliver’s wrists. His eyes darken as Oliver has no choice but to follow him to the couch and sit next to him.
Turning my attention to Wren, I find her waiting for me patiently. A smile blooms on her face as I step closer, and I reward her with a slow, languid kiss. She licks into my mouth with an eager moan, and I grasp her hips as I suck on her tongue.
“God,” Oliver groans.
“Be good,” Rhett says, “and maybe I’ll kiss you like that.”
When I break off our kiss, I take great pleasure in how long it takes Wren to open her eyes again. She smiles up at me in an almost dazed manner.
“Come here, love.” I guide her to an armchair that’s across from the couch. Once I’m sitting, I help her settle onto my lap. Her back is to me, so she’s facing Oliver and Rhett, who can’t take their eyes off us.
“Oh,” Wren whispers as she realizes they’re both watching us with rapt, hungry attention.
I drape Wren’s legs over mine, so when I push them apart, she’s spread wide and on display. It vaguely reminds me of our first night together when Oliver and Rhett watched while I fingered her. Except this time, Rhett will be working on Oliver, too.
