Tess opened her eyes, and they gleamed. A single tear worked its way down her cheek, which would have concerned Jacob if not for the frustration and excitement obviously visible on the young woman’s face. “Where does the third one go?”
Zoe’s laugh was low and a little mean. “I know this is your first time playing with us, Tess, but you’re no innocent. Open your legs.”
“Oh, but…” Her long lashes lowered, her flesh quivering. “I don’t know if I’ll like that. Won’t it hurt?”
“In the best possible way. Come now.” Tess nodded to David, who wasted no time in spreading the girl’s legs, exposing her pink, wet pussy to everyone in the room.
A breathy moan drifted over from the couch to his left. Attention diverted, Jacob glanced over to find the couple there locked in a passionate kiss. The woman was straddling her partner’s lap, her back to his front, legs arranged over his. His hand cupped her cheek, turning her head so he could claim her lips. The woman’s legs were bare, her lover having shoved her dress up, his other hand moving between her legs.
“I told you—Zoe loves audience participation. Even if the people are only participating with each other.”
Jacob jerked his head back around, the sudden movement and the voyeuristic excitement making his head spin. Akira smiled her shark’s smile. “Had enough yet?” she asked, her low voice taunting him.
Dick aching, he leaned in, her flowery scent twining around him. “Not even close.”
“Her clit isn’t hard enough,” David complained on stage.
Zoe ran her finger over the other woman’s cheek lovingly. “So make it hard.”
David stuck his tongue out and prodded the little nubbin. “Like this?”
“You can do better than that.”
He raised his hand and lightly slapped at Tess’s pussy, wringing a wild cry from her. David spanked her clit again. Then again. Tess writhed in the chair, restrained by Zoe’s grip on her shoulders.
“Do it now,” Zoe said sternly.
David landed a final blow and lowered his head, drawing her erect clitoris into his mouth for a quick suck. When he drew away to attach the metal clamp, Tess screamed.
On an academic level, Jacob understood clamps and the purpose behind restricting blood flow to increase pleasure, but the metal glinting at the woman’s nipples and clit seemed torturous. “Do you use those?” he asked Akira.
“No,” she responded.
He nodded, but she continued. “Mine are gold. With little diamonds on them.”
There went his heart again, galloping off. He knew the question would feed into her impression that he was an innocent, but he had to know. “What do they feel like?”
She cast him an amused glance, turned, and picked something up off the side of the table. “Do you want to find out?”
He could barely talk, he was so aroused. “You keep nipple clamps lying around?”
“On nights like these…yes.”
“You are an excellent hostess.”
“So I’ve been told.” Her hand smoothed down his chest, and she nodded to the tableau in front of them. Tess was still crying, but she didn’t look miserable. Her color was high, her passion palpable. Zoe knelt next to her, stroking her hair, her arms, her breasts, while David remained between her legs, his head cushioned by her plump thighs, running his hands over her skin and rubbing his face against the light curls covering her pussy as if he were incapable of getting enough.
Akira shifted beside him, and her fingers coasted over the upper slope of her breasts, which were overflowing from the tight corset. “Answer me. Do you want to find out?”
He cast the clamps a dubious look. “You want to put those on me?”
“If you’re curious, I can.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Yes. But I like it.” With one tug of her bodice, her breasts popped out in all their round glory, her light brown nipples puckered. She wasn’t large, but she was firm. He could easily spend hours mapping her softness and roundness. She teased the hard tip with her fingers, tightening and compressing the tip so it was hard and long. Matter-of-factly, she snapped the clamp closed, her slight gasp his only clue that it affected her.
Black eyes met his. “Now you?” The words were rich with challenge.
