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Grant
My jaw hurt, as did the corners of my mouth, from the gag. The cuffs around my wrists were tight and uncomfortable. But none of it mattered because Tara was looking at me. Seeing me.
It also helped that her mouth was wrapped around my cock. Her tongue had my toes curling inside my shoes.
A gamut of emotions knifed through my chest as my gaze went across the room. Jealousy was strong, but so was my curiosity. Carnal fascination. I wanted to watch her fuck another man. The idea was arousing, but what about in reality?
Regan had been slumped over in her seat, her head bobbing up and down on Silas’s dick while he had his hands clenched, holding her hair back, but she pulled off him at Joseph’s order.
He stood deliberately from his seat, holding up the sides of his suit pants, and strode toward us, her following him. My gaze fell back down to the beautiful woman on her hands and knees, her blonde strands picking up highlights from the chandelier. The only thing she wore was that thick black collar.
Tara’s mouth moved on me, generating more heat with each pass. I wasn’t allowed to come. Joseph had scripted the evening, giving me a bare outline of how he expected things to happen. He’d left plenty of room for improvisation, though.
Like this gag, and I was pissed about it.
Although this wasn’t one of them, I’d given him my limits. I’d told him I was comfortable with him touching me in a non-sexual way, but I was hetero, and this was one area I wasn’t curious about. I wasn’t into men. Tonight, he made me uneasy, like he wanted to test how far he could push that line.
When Silas knelt behind Tara and ran one hand along her spine, my mind went blank. My body filled with fire. Less jealousy now, more desire. His pants fell from his hips, and he undid the buttons of his shirt, his gaze on Regan who knelt beside him.
Off his suit coat and shirt came, and they were passed to Regan.
His tattoo covered the expanse of his chest, flowing down his arms, and like the artwork he’d put on her, it was intricate and stunning. I didn’t look for long, though. Regan handed a condom to him, and as he tore the wrapper open, I focused back on Tara.
She studied me as much as I studied her, wondering how I was going to react. I’d tried to tell her I was into this, but now I’d have the chance to show her. To make her believe, since she didn’t trust me.
When Silas was ready, he set a hand on her hip and wedged the other between their bodies. It was unmistakable when he brought them together. Her eyes melted. A moan gurgled out of me. I wanted to tell her it was so hot, but the gag prevented me from forming the words.
All I could do was sit there, strapped to the chair, while she sucked me and took another man inside her body. I hadn’t adequately prepared for it. I’d hoped I’d be all right. Possibly enjoy the experience.
But this was so far beyond that.
It was erotic. Pornographic. I nearly came from the sight.
Regan’s face was flushed, and her hands slipped over Silas’s arm, like she wanted the physical connection to him. She looked so full of sexual tension, she might rip apart at the seams. Joseph stood nearby, watching the scene. He was far more controlled than her and surveyed us like we were merely sufficient, instead of the hottest fucking thing in existence.
Silas established his tempo and latched a hand on her waist, his other going around Regan’s waist to hold her close. His expression was full of bliss, like he was savoring both women, but then his gaze drifted up to find mine. The corner of his lips turned up in competitive smile. It was adversarial. He might as well have said, “Mine.”
Tara wasn’t. The instinct to defend my territory was hardwired, and the chains snapped taut as I tried to lunge at him.
“Boys,” Joseph said, making a tsk-tsk sound. Which was fucking ridiculous. Silas was at least thirty, like me, and I’d stopped being a boy years ago. It was just a way for Joseph to keep us in our place. He took a few steps until he was right beside my chair. “This is your fantasy, isn’t it? Him fucking her while you’re in her mouth?”
Was he going to make me regret telling him that?
Tara retreated to catch her breath, and she peered up at me with surprise, her cheek resting against the inside of my thigh. Behind her, Silas was driving hard, and the slap of their bodies made her jolt with each thrust.
I moaned as she took me again, and this time, she seemed to be enjoying it so much, I wondered if she loved it.
“You like it.” Joseph said it like he was throwing it in my face. “You love the way she sucks cock when she’s getting fucked, don’t you?”
I didn’t answer. It was getting hard to think, and not coming was taking all of my focus.
He ran his cold fingers down my chest, through the streams of drool I couldn’t stop, and lifted his hand away to show me the glossy strands as they dripped from his fingertips. “You messy fucking thing. You’re going to answer me.”
He grabbed my nipple between his thumb and the knuckle of his index finger and squeezed. It burned hot until he began to twist, and it graduated to full, sharp pain. I groaned into the gag, my teeth clenched down on the rubber.
His voice was loud in my ear. “You fucking love this, don’t you?”
There was no other answer. I nodded vigorously, slinging more of the embarrassing drool around.
He laughed. “Shit, I love topping men. They’re never as strong as women.” He released his hold, and the pain shot away. “They give in so easy.”
I had no idea how to feel about what he’d just said. The competitor in me wanted to prove him wrong, but bloody fucking hell, that hurt. It had temporarily distracted me from wanting to come, so at least there was that.
Joseph’s attention shifted away like he was done with me for now and settled on Tara. “How about you? You like all that dick in you?”
She moaned approval.
“I bet you do, you slut. I bet you want one in your pussy, and one in your ass.”
Abruptly, she pushed back. “Sir.”
“What is it?” He was displeased she’d spoken out of turn.
“My knees.”
Realization washed down him, and he turned deadly serious. “Silas, stop.”
Silas pulled back, and as Joseph helped her to stand, he did the same with Regan, then yanked his pants up to sit low and undone across his hips. There were angry red marks on her knees. The position had been hard to hold, and she was smart to protect her body. Irritation simmered in my chest. What if she had gotten injured? He could have put her dancing in jeopardy, when she was finally getting traction.
“Are you okay?” He sounded deeply concerned.
She stretched her legs out, one and then the other. “Yes, Sir. I’m fine.”
Cautious relief glanced through him. “You’re sure?” When she nodded, he placed a hand on her arm. “Thank you for telling me.”
In a strange way, it felt good to see that beneath the overbearing dominant, he was fallible. Human.
He must have pushed the reset button, though, because his strict persona snapped back into place. He flung a hand at the table. “Silas. Everything off and on your back. Knees at the edge of the table.”
The room waited with bated breath as this was done. Was everyone else wondering Joseph’s next move, as I was? He picked up the vibrator and the bottle of lube off the floor, handing the lube to Regan, and the vibrator to Tara.
“Put that away and then you’ll get on Silas. Face the door when you do it.”
Meaning he wanted her to ride him reverse cowgirl. I dry swallowed, since all my saliva was running the opposite direction and down my chin. I watched as his plan was carried out. And when it was done, the image of Tara sliding down on him, her tits bouncing with the impact, was seared in my mind.
Joseph didn’t let them do this for more than a minute. He doled out more instruction, this time to Regan. He put her in charge of final preparations.
The plug was removed from Tara, and Regan disappeared from view behind the table to put it away. Lube was applied, and Silas grunted as his girlfriend stroked her fist down over the condom, coating him.
The end of the table looked to have drawers too, but they weren’t. Joseph bent, grabbed a silver handle, and pulled it out, revealing it was a step. When Regan finished cleaning off her hand with a wipe she’d pulled from a dispenser, she climbed up.
With her heels on, it made her nearly level with Tara.
I was dizzy with desire as the women kissed, and it was vertigo as Regan helped ease Tara’s ass down on Silas’s thick cock. It looked like a lot to take, and she went slow, aided by Regan.
The table was a symphony of moans, and Joseph stood to the side, listening and admiring.
Blood surged through my veins. My heart ran at breakneck speed. It was a decadent, filthy display, and I was torn between wanting to watch and being desperate to join them. Regan was still fully dressed in her skirt, blouse, and heels, lording over the naked couple fucking in front of her on the table.
She threaded her hands through Tara’s hair and nipped at her neck. Silas had his hands on Tara’s ass, forcing her to rock her hips and ride him. She swayed and rolled with his thrusts, and her unfiltered gaze somehow found mine.
Was I projecting, or was she looking at me like she wanted me to join them too?
I wasn’t imagining it, because Joseph picked up on it as well. He undid the buckle at the back of my head, and I spat the gag out, beyond grateful to have it gone. As I ran my tongue over my lips, he continued to release me. He tugged at the Velcro around my left wrist, and it tore open with its scratchy rip, setting my hand loose.
First thing I did was wipe off my chin with the back of my hand, as Joseph released the other.
Second, I fought every desire in me to leap out of the chair. I sat impatiently waiting. He’d undone the handcuffs, but he hadn’t set me free. Not yet.
“I think she’s ready,” he said quietly. He pulled a condom from his pocket and threw it at me. “That’s all you’re wearing when you get up there.” His eyes were hard and nearly black. “Don’t fuck this up.”