"We will cross that bridge if we get there. Come on."
When we walk in, I see she’s sitting relaxed on the throne. I quickly shut off the lights. A faint red glow from rope lights gives just enough light to see shadows and shapes but nothing more. It’s just like the rooms at FoxDen.
"Oh?!" She is startled. She stands up quickly. "Um. Ok. Ugh, I’ve never done this before. Like with two guys. Um." Damn, she sounds nervous. "Can we come up with a safe word? Also, I’m not sure what my Dom put on there for limits, but absolutely no piss or scat play. If there is something you want to try, ask me first, and I’ll let you know. Um. Can we make the safe word something silly?" She is so nervous right now. I deepen my voice. I don’t want her to know it’s me about to pleasure her. Her cat mask is still on; she doesn’t want us to know who she is.
“Mhm,” I grunt.
"Um, can it be Bubble Gum?” She looks down at the ground.
"Sure.” Jayme lowered his voice into a growl. He nudges me, and I can vaguely tell he is moving behind the chair. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he pulls her back down into the chair and starts to massage her gently.
"Mmmm, that feels nice. Thank you, Sir. Can I call you, Sir?"
"Of course, Sweetheart," he replies.
"And what about you? Sir? Or do you have another name you prefer? And also, what do you want me to do? Is there anything in particular you want us to do?” She is asking me. My throat feels dry, and it feels like I can’t talk. Jayme can tell I don’t know what to say, so thankfully, he steps in.
“Just call us whatever you want, sweetheart. We will be whoever you want us to be tonight.” He growls in her ear as he kisses her neck.
"Oh, like any name? I didn’t know that was a thing. Ooh, that feels nice. Thank you." Jayme grunts in approval, trailing kisses down the back of her neck. First things first, I remove the collar from around her neck and throw it across the room. Fuck anything related to him.
I run my hands across her collarbones, my touch barely a whisper against her soft skin. She shivers and leans against me. She rests her head against my shoulder as I grab the bow, holding the mask to her face. She flinches, pulling away slightly to look up into my eyes.
“Please.” That's all I whisper. She bows her head for me to untie the bow.
Removing the mask and seeing her beautiful face in the red glow takes my breath away. I have seen this woman almost every day for the last 15 years, and she has never looked more radiant and entirely in her element. Even in the darkened state of the room, she is glowing. I put my finger under her chin and tilt her face back up to look at me. I kiss her forehead. Then, both of her cheeks. I kiss the tip of her nose, causing her to giggle. Then I let my lips hover over hers, not quite touching. I want to build the anticipation. I can hear her breathy pants so close to me. I slowly place my hand on her throat, wrapping each finger one by one. Her lips part, and she lets out a small whimper as I kiss her. This time, though, as I pull away, I lock eyes with Jayme and nod.
"We won’t be talking much, but you can be as vocal as you want. Tell us what you want us to do." My voice comes out as a weird mixture of a growl and a whisper. I kneel before her. This perfect woman is sitting on a throne like the queen she is. She had so much power during that auction. She commanded everyone’s attention tonight. She owned that entire room with her confidence, and it made me want her even more.
“Oh, OK.” She sounds so shocked by what I said. Has he never just taken care of her?
I run my hands up her bare thighs. This dress looks fucking amazing on her, but I want it off. I slowly trail my fingers across the tops of her thighs toward her inner thigh. Moving back down her legs. I remove her right shoe first. Kissing the top of her foot and up her ankle. Trailing my lips up her calf, the inside of her knee, and her inner thigh. She spreads her legs wider for me—my needy girl. I bite down on her inner thigh, causing her to grip my hair and moan.
I graze my hands down her left leg, letting my teeth scrape along her soft skin. I remove her other shoe and repeat what I just did to this leg. As I get to her inner thigh again, I sink my teeth in a bit rougher this time. She hisses, arching her body away from the chair. I can hear Jayme kissing her neck. I bite down a bit harder, closer to her pussy. She yelps, and I trail my tongue across it to soothe the pain. She grips onto my hair harder and pulls my face closer to her center.
"Ah, ah, ah," I whisper. She moans and leans back in the throne again.
I stand and grab her by her hands to pull her into a standing position in front of me. I wish it were pitch black so I could take off my mask. I want to feel her hands all over me. Jayme walks around the chair to us, and I spin her to face him. I gather her hair around my fist and pull her to tilt her head up. She gasps as Jayme devours her neck. Jayme and I have shared enough women to know what to do and how we work together. He usually leads, but tonight, he is letting me take over. I don’t know how much I am willing to share her with him, but this is fine so far.
I run my hands along her sides, tickling her ribs, causing her to giggle. I tease my fingers along her shoulder blades, then back down to the ties on the back of the corset top of the dress. My fingers fumble for a moment; I’m shaking so hard. I’m so nervous right now. She turns her head to look at me over hershoulder and I crash my lips to hers. Her kiss grounds me, and I am calm. She whimpers into my mouth as Jayme pulls her breasts out of the top of the corset before I even get it undone. She goes to cover her breasts, but I grab her wrists, pulling her hands behind her back. She is so turned on right now. She seems to love being restrained. I grip both her wrists in one hand and use the other to finish untying the top. It is a pain in the ass but kissing her helps keep me steady. I lick her bottom lip, coaxing her mouth to open for me. She does and caresses her tongue against mine.
The laces are undone, and the dress falls to pool at her feet, she is completely bare. She wasn’t even wearing a thong with this dress. I groan at the thought; I am so hard it hurts. These pants are not meant to conceal boners. I let go of her wrists only to remove my tie. I take both her hands and wrap my tie around her wrists, restraining them behind her back. Her chest is arched toward Jayme, and he takes advantage of her vulnerable position. He bites gently onto one of her nipples, and she moans, thrusting her chest harder against him. She turns her head back toward me, practically begging to be kissed. How could I ever deny her? I grip her by her chin, gentle enough not to hurt the preexisting bruises, kissing her as if she is my life force. She is moaning and rocking back and forth between us.
I release her mouth; she is gasping from the lack of breath. Jayme continues kissing her as I sink to my knees behind her. Her perfect ass is at eye level with me. Her creamy skin is still practically glowing in this dim lighting. I lean forward and grip a chunk of her ass with my teeth. She cries out, but Jayme stifles her cries with his tongue. This is fucking hot. This is hotter than any other time we have shared a woman.
My eyes are fully adjusted to the dim red glow of the ambiance lighting. I take in her naked body standing in front of me. My mouth is watering; I need to taste her. I grip her thighsand slowly turn her, letting her adjust the angle of her neck so she can continue kissing Jayme.
I nudge her inner thigh with my nose; she abides, opening her legs to give me a better view of that sweet cunt. She is dripping wet from her arousal. I never would have thought Cassie would be into this world, but fuck am I happy. I lick up her inner thigh slowly, tasting her skin. She is delicious. I graze my tongue across her clit, and she gasps, her knees buckling a bit, but Jayme keeps her upright. Oh, this is going to be fun.
I stand up and tap Jayme on the shoulder, nodding toward the chair. He understands my cues without words. He walks her back with him. He sits in the chair and spreads his legs, making her straddle him, legs spread wide over the top of his thighs on his lap, facing me.
“Uh, is this okay? " She asks Jayme. She is so adorable when she is nervous.
“Mhm.” He moans into her neck, inhaling her delectable scent I know so well.
I kneel between their open thighs, and she gazes down at me. I can hardly see her eyes between the darkness and her makeup, but I know she is looking at me. I can feel it. I keep my gaze locked on her as I leave small bites up her legs toward the apex of her thighs. She leans her head back onto Jayme's chest, her arms still restrained behind her. He grabs both of her tits and starts toying with her nipples. Rolling them and pinching them between his fingers. She moans and squirms in his lap, trying to close her thighs for some form of friction. I dig my fingers into her inner thighs.
“Easy there, kitty. Don’t move, or I won’t let you cum.” I keep my voice low and raspy. I don’t want her to know it is me yet. I want to keep this fantasy up. I wonder if she is picturing anyone during this or if she is enjoying two masked mystery men.
