‘About a month ago,’ he answers quietly. ‘She’d had a bottle of wine.’
Should’ve seen the signs.
‘He prefers to watch,’ Simone grates out. ‘You do! Andyouknow that.’
I turn my gaze slowly her way. ‘Tell me why I’d be interested in anything you have to say.’ She looks shocked. Naked and shocked. Nipples standing to attention, and I’d guess she’s also wet. ‘The only thing your mouth is useful for in this room is taking care of my cock.’ Though the more this evening progresses, the more unlikely that seems.
I know she’s right. Greg’s a voyeur and a bit of a slut for the tease. But surely the whole point of joining a place like this is to improve your sex life, not ruin it. In my mind, they should be fucking more, not less.
‘My Scottish barbarian,’ she murmurs huskily, shaking her head slowly. ‘I do only as my master pleases. Tell me how I can please you. Howwecan please you.’
This is just a game. A real submissive would at least be on her knees. And I find, even without the red flag of their revelation, that for the first time since we started meeting, my dominion over their nakedness does nothing for me.
I blame my craving for honey. For brown eyes flecked with gold.
‘On your knees. Crawl to me.’ I pull a roll of tape from the side table, throwing it to Greg. ‘Then tape her wrists.’
Because, for a second Friday this month, it looks like I’m not getting laid.
As she reaches my feet, she seats her backside on her heels, her nipples tight and her colour flushed. In a flurry of movement and discomforted expressions, Greg binds her wrist to elbow, at her back, as I instruct.
I know from experience the tape will prickle and pinch. I could direct him to use the restraints on the bed, but I find I really want to piss her off beyond a punishment she’d enjoy.
Frustration isnotSimone’s friend.
‘Comfortable, Si?’ I run my finger down her cheekbone, and she shivers in response, her heart beating hard as I place my hand flat against her sternum. ‘I asked you a question,’ I murmur, trailing my hand to her breast.
‘I-if it pleases you.’
I smile as I pinch her nipple, exacerbating her irritation. Despite her words, it looks like the only thing that’d please her right now is to bring her knee to my crotch.
‘On the floor,’ I growl at Greg as he hovers in the background. ‘It’s your turn. Crawl.’ His movements are fluid as he falls to his knees. Unlike his wife, he keeps his head down as he makes his way towards my feet.
‘Ask me,’ I ask gently as he sits back on his heels. Again, unlike his wife, he keeps his head lowered, and he smiles to himself. ‘Ask me, nicely.’
‘I want to take you in my mouth,’ he murmurs, keeping his eyes on the floor as, from the floor beside him, Simone makes an inarticulate but irritated sound.
‘You can do better than that,’ I suggest.
‘If it pleases you, I’d like to suck you off.’
It doesn’t particularly. I’m off my game and feeling, well, bored.
As a rule, I’m not drawn to men on their own, but when the occasion calls, I’m attracted to the strong type. Not those powerfully built, but those who are lithe and with a defined musculature. As far as men go, Greg ticks all the right boxes, doubly so because of his submissive nature. On his knees right now, all open faced and with pleading eyes, he looks more than a little desperate. So yes, I suppose he’s my typeifa willing woman is between us.
My gaze slides to Simone at the thought, taking in her petulant expression. She reminds me of a child at her own birthday party trying to lay down the rules.
Look at me! Look at me!
And I don’t want to. I know it’s not fair—that I’m uninvested—but I can’t fucking help that I’ve got another girl on my mind.
Honey hair, legs for miles, and a rack I long to slide my dick between. Even her eyes are the colour of honey. I want to see her mascara running in rivulets down her face. While I fuck her. Defile her. Do all the things she’s never thought of, but I know she’ll enjoy.
I want to curl my fingers around those freckled shoulders as I fuck her from behind, kissing the expanse of her smooth, tanned skin. I want to run my teeth over every inch of her body. Cover her body in lashes of my cum.
I take a sip from my glass. I’m hard now, and I want to fuck—but not either of them.
‘Open my zipper,’ I command. ‘Seeing as your hands are tied, Si, I guess we’ll have to give the job to your man.’
