We spy together, as the three partake in their sexual acts. I scoot closer to Ellie, slipping my hand under her collar, grabbing it tight, straightening her posture. My erection digs into the middle of her back. She’s panting heavily and her skin is heated. I shove my free hand into her shirt and grope her breast as we watch the chained girl writhe frenziedly as she climaxes.
I run my nose along her neck, breathing her in. “Do you like watching?” I ask her. “Do you like seeing two women together?”
Ellie doesn’t answer. I know her voice is caught in her throat. The energy in the room is highly erotic and thick with sex. The music evocative. We observe, as the red-haired girl, Sugar, is unchained and the brunette, Cinnamon, takes her place, lying face down on the bed. She’s shackled tightly, arms and legs spread wide.
“Have you ever been with a woman, Ellie?”
She shakes her head, as Sugar positions herself underneath Cinnamon’s face. I rock my erection against Ellie as Cinnamon begins to lick Sugar. All my girls have pet names; it keeps things ambiguous and fantasy-like. These are two of my best girls, most naughty and adventurous.
Sugar drops her head back and moans as the man slides a condom on and impales Cinnamon from behind. She groans loudly as her tongue works Sugar.
“Would you do that, Ellie? Would you let me watch another woman eat your pussy?” She shivers but doesn’t answer. I squeeze her bare breast, her flesh is on fire. “I think you would. I think you like watching, and secretly wish it was you.” I slip my hand down into her panties and circle her clit with the tip of my middle finger.
“Will you let me fuck you while you go down on her?” I ask, and Ellie whimpers. I thrust my finger inside her, just as Sugar begins to come, jerking her hips and mewling loudly. “Answer, Ellie.” I tug on her collar.
“Yes, Kayne.”
“Yes, Kayne what? I can fuck you with another woman?”
“Yes.” Her voice is barely recognizable it’s so thick with lust.
“Who do you want? If you had to choose. Which girl do you want to fuck?” I ask still working my hand. She’s soaking wet.
“The redhead.” She strains to answer, her muscles clenching around my finger. There’s no way I’m letting her come. Not in front of another man, even if he is balls deep in another woman. I withdraw, leaving Ellie empty and wanton.
She makes a protesting sound. Frustrated is just the way I want her. I drag her out of the room and push her face forward against the wall, pinning her wrists above her head, and grind my throbbing cock into her ass. The thought of Ellie with another woman launches my arousal into outer space.
“Tonight,” I promise her.
I PACE ELLIE’S ROOM LIKEa wild animal. She is chained to the bed, naked, and sitting like a good girl. I never dreamed of putting Ellie in a threesome situation, but once the idea presented itself, and she consented, I had to pull the trigger. I arranged with Jett to have Sugar prepared. She was bathed, freshened, and informed of the details. She is not to touch me. Not in front of Ellie. I am merely a spectator. Until I take Ellie. She’s the only one I will fuck.
The door clicks open and Sugar appears. She’s dressed only in lacy panties, stiletto heels, and a black collar. Perfect.
I send her to stand in the middle of the room, on the white shag rug. Then I go to Ellie. I unchain her from the headboard and lean into her face. “Ellie, I want you to know. I will be the only man who ever touches you. But you can fuck as many women as you want.”
Her breath hitches. “Yes, Kayne.”
“Tell me this is okay. Tell me the truth.”
She peeks up at me through her thickly coated lashes and blushes. “Yes, Kayne.”
My dick hardens to almost painful and my insides feel like they’re going to overheat. I urge Ellie off the bed and walk her over to Sugar who’s standing submissively in the middle of the room. I hook the end of Ellie’s chain to Sugar’s collar so the two are linked. Arousing does not begin to describe the sight of two collared women linked together for the sole purpose of pleasing you.
“Ellie, Sugar belongs to you tonight. You can touch her, lick her, suck her anywhere you want. Anywhere I tell you to.”
“Yes, Kayne,” Ellie answers, breathing erratically; Sugar is cool as a cucumber.
I step back and take a seat in the chair at the table under the wagon wheel window. Then I pull my shirt off. It’s fucking stifling in here.
I stare at the girls momentarily then speak.
“Ellie, touch her.” I don’t want to waste a moment. I’m about to burst.
Ellie tentatively reaches up with a shaky hand. Is it wrong her inexperience is turning me on even further?
Ellie runs her hand down Sugar’s arm, as if saying hello. Not good enough.
“Ellie, touch her breasts.”
