Black Light: Possession, page 7
“Oh, I plan on it. Have no doubt.”
Knowing how stubborn Nat was, I knew she was in for a serious interrogation. He may not have realized it yet, but he was starting to fall for her. We both wanted to know everything about her, but more so Nat. He hated secrets. He also despised lies. Knowing his past, it was completely understandable. They were the two things he couldn’t forgive.
Leaving him to his obsessive researching, I headed to the locker room, anxious to see our angel again.
At precisely five minutes before seven we pulled into Madeline’s driveway. Nat’s hair was still damp from the quick shower he’d taken. Like me, he was wearing a pair of leathers with matching black leather boots. The fall nights were quickly turning cooler so we both wore long-sleeved shirts, but I knew the minute we entered Black Light, they would be coming off. Especially since we’d be playing with Madeline. My cock twitched at the thought.
Nat and I had talked on the way about getting some answers from our sub. I paused for a moment and relished in how easily I’d started thinking of Madeline as ours. It might take Nat a little longer to get there. I knew my best friend though, probably better than he knew himself, and there was no doubt he was heading in that direction.
“You feel it, don’t you?” He looked over at me just as I started opening my door.
I glanced over my shoulder, knowing exactly what he was referring to. “I do.”
He only nodded, accepting my answer, before heading up the walk to Madeline’s door and knocking.
My sharp inhalation matched his growl when the door swung open and the vision appeared in front of us. As though to defy the angelic image she’d presented last week, tonight she was wearing a black dress. But not just any black dress. One with a v-shaped, plunging neckline spread so far apart half of her breasts were exposed before it tapered to a point between her belly button and pubis. The hem didn’t even reach mid-thigh. Holy fuck. I was torn. Part of me wanted to bend her over, slide that tiny piece of fabric she called a dress up, and fuck that tight pussy raw. The other part wanted to drag her inside and make her change into something else so no one could see her body but us.
Madeline threw us a look that said she knew exactly how affected we were at the sight. Oh, the little sub thought she could tease us. Obviously she’d enjoyed last week’s punishment so much she was ready for another and I was more than happy to oblige.
“You’re enjoying making us fucking hard as a rock, aren’t you pet? That dress should be illegal.”
She giggled and twirled in a circle giving us the full view. The back matched the front with the tapered vee stopping just above her ass crack, and the hem hugged the curve of her ass. It was going to be a pleasure stripping it off her body.
“Do you like it?” Her hands smoothed the fabric down her belly and hips. “I’ve never worn it before tonight so I wasn’t sure how it would look.”
Beside me Nat let out a sound of pleasure. “Pet, if I liked it any more you’d have to beat me off with a stick. You’re absolutely stunning. You’ll be the envy of every woman tonight, because they know there’s no comparing to your beauty.”
While I stared slack-jawed at the poetic compliment I’d never heard from him before, Madeline blushed prettily and stood on tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek.
“That’s so sweet of you.”
He stepped so close to her there was barely an inch separating them and leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “Pet, there’s nothing sweet about me. My only thought right now is using one of my knives to cut this so-called dress off you and thrusting so far inside that pussy my come will still be dripping out of you days from now.”
She whimpered at his words.
He moved away, his fists clenched like he was fighting the urge to reach out. “Now, let’s get going before I forget all about this concert and your watchdog on the street and drag you upstairs to fuck you ten ways to Sunday.”
“Ready?” I offered her my arm. Immediately, she slipped her hand through the crook of it and did the same with Nat when he offered her his as well.
“We’ll continue this at Black Light,” he promised.
Chapter 11
Madeline
“This is Runway?”
Wide-eyed I stared at the three-story building on the corner. Unlike the last time, there was no side street and psychic shop. Men wearing suits, whose arms were decorated with young women wearing elegant dresses, graced the front of Runway. Flashes from cameras held by ambitious members of the paparazzi vying for the best picture of whatever celebrity was here lit up the evening sky. Some posed while others tried to avoid the cameras altogether. A line of people stretched along the sidewalk waiting for their turn to enter the exclusive club.
Joseph nodded. “Yep. You probably haven’t heard of them since they’re more local celebrities, but the club was opened by two former models, Jaxson Davidson and Chase Cartwright. They caused quite a ruckus in the political world a couple years ago when they came out as more than just business partners. Mostly because Jaxson’s father is a senator. Shit really hit the fan when they fell in love with Emma Fischer and the three of them formed a triad.”
“I think I remember you mentioning their names last week. Sounds like they caused quite a stir.”
Nathaniel chuckled from the front seat. “Oh, you have no idea. Things have settled down a little now that they’re married and living in California.”
We circled the block before coming back around and pulling up to the valet. Nathaniel handed the attendant his keys and both men held out their arms for me. I slid my hands through and clasped their biceps while they escorted me to the entrance.
Joseph leaned down to speak softly in my ear. “Remember, Black Light is entirely separate from Runway. Most patrons have no idea what goes on beneath their feet, which means that once inside, we don’t discuss the dungeon below.”
I nodded my understanding and we weaved through the crowd loitering outside the building and headed to a cordoned off section labeled VIP.
Nathaniel reached into his back pocket and pulled out what looked like a postcard, handing it to the bouncer who scrutinized it thoroughly.
“I need to see your identification please.”
Both men retrieved their wallets and handed their IDs to the large, ridiculously cut man. He looked up and down between the plastic cards in his hand and the men on either side of me. His eyes then landed on me and an approving glint twinkled in their depths as he scanned the length of my body pausing briefly at my chest. Two identical growls raced along my nerves before settling low in my belly. Joseph and Nathaniel placed a possessive hand on my hip and did their best to position themselves to cover me.
The security guard merely smirked, obviously enjoying raising their hackles. He flicked their IDs toward them and removed the satin covered rope from the metal stand and let us enter. I hid a smile when he winked at me as we passed him. No need to rile up my men even more, no matter how much I liked the fact they seemed jealous. They had nothing to worry about in that regard. Mild flirting aside, I had no interest in anyone but them.
I couldn’t withhold my curiosity. “What was the card you handed him?”
Joseph released his hold on me to open the door for us and we stepped through, Nathaniel’s hand burning hot on my lower back.
“We won a special VIP invitation to Runway from a charity auction a few months ago.”
“I’m glad the money went to a good cause.”
“It did. A young local girl needed money for cancer treatments. Emma, Jaxson and Chase’s wife, saw a flyer somewhere and contacted her mother to make a few donations. They ended up raising a little over $500,000 if I remember correctly.”
“Wow, that’s incredible.”
We passed through security and then I finally got a look inside Runway. Holy shit, I was speechless as my eyes shifted back and forth and up and down as they scanned the interior trying to take it all in. A huge dance floor, already crowded with people, opened up in front of us leading up to the stage. The neon lights of the bar to our left drew my attention in that direction. Everything was glitz and glam. The place was utterly breathtaking.
“Let’s get a drink before the concert starts.”
The crowd roared as the final notes of the encore from the popular rock band, Crushing Stones, echoed through the room before dying out. During intermission, Nathaniel and Joseph had shared that Jonah ‘Cash’ Carter, the lead singer, also happened to be a member of Black Light. They didn’t know him personally, but they had seen him and his wife playing downstairs multiple times. This was also a rare appearance for them since they were touring to sold out shows. They’d only agreed to this concert as favor to Emma and to raise money for the charity.
“Did you enjoy the show?” Joseph leaned over and spoke directly in my ear in order to be heard over the noise.
I squealed in excitement. This was one of the best dates ever. “It was wonderful! I love their music so much. Thank you for bringing me to the show.”
“It was our pleasure.”
“You know what else would give us pleasure?” Nathaniel piped up, a wicked and devious grin gracing his face.
It wasn’t hard to figure out what he was referring to, so I held back my laughter while still trying to feign innocence. “Oh, and what would that be?”
He reached out for me and tugged me along behind him with Joseph following hot on our heels. The three of us weaved through the crowd and around tables to the right of the stage. It opened up to an empty area with a back door to our left. Near the door was a tightly pinned curtain against the perpendicular wall. When we stopped in front of it, I started to ask where we were going when Nat placed a finger over my lips to silence me. Joseph scanned the area and when he tossed out “all clear” over his shoulder we quickly dashed behind the curtain.
“Why are we in a janitor’s closet?” I stage-whispered, my eyes scanning the small room we stood in.
Instead of answering, Nathaniel pulled the mop that stood propped against the wall. A locking mechanism clicked and a door opened.
I only shook my head in amusement. “Good grief. This cloak and dagger stuff is crazy.”
We headed down the neon-lit stairs, the door closing and locking behind us. Once we hit the bottom landing, we entered through a familiar looking door.
There, Danny, if I remembered his name correctly, stood guard. Once we showed our IDs, paid my guest entry fee again, and finished stashing all our things in a locker, we set out to enjoy what I knew was going to be an incredible night. One that would define my relationship with these two Doms.
Chapter 12
Joseph
When we stepped out of the locker room, I threaded my fingers through Madeline’s free hand. I’d noticed Nat hadn’t released his hold on her since the second he touched her upstairs. Connected as a trio, the first place we headed once inside Black Light was to one of the semi-private alcoves off to the right side of the dungeon floor. I could feel the excitement humming through my veins and all around us. We were all anxious to play. The curtain to the semi-private room remained open. Nat got off on people watching him.
“Strip,” Nat ordered when we’d barely entered the room. His already dark countenance darkened even further. His flirtatious comment upstairs had been pushed aside and his Dominant, controlling side was fully at the forefront, his energy now entirely focused on his submissive.
Slowly, Madeline peeled each side of her dress down over her shoulders then gave a light tug to detach it from her breasts. She giggled at our expressions when she pulled strips of something off them. “Double-sided dress tape,” was her only explanation. The dress slid off her hips to puddle on the floor before she stepped out of it.
“Wait,” Nathaniel stopped her when she moved to bend down and pick it up. She halted and he knelt at her feet, picking up the dress to hand to me, and then he slid his hands down her calf prompting her to raise her leg. She balanced herself with a hand on his shoulder while he removed one heel, then her other. He set them off to the side before returning his hands to her legs, gliding them up her calves and higher when he rose to his feet again. He continued his trek, fingers lightly tracing the pink marks left behind by the adhesive she’d recently removed.
“This looks painful,” he murmured in regards to the outline left on each breast.
Madeline’s hair fluttered around her face when she shook her head. “No, not—”
Her words ended on a gasp when Nat bent and soothed the mark with his tongue.
“—really,” she finished.
“Oh, it definitely looks like it hurts. I think I need to soothe your ache.” He continued giving each breast his attention with lips, tongue, and fingers as he gently plucked at each nipple before gently molding her flesh.
“Will you soothe all my aches?” Madeline breathed out, a flirty tone in her voice.
Nat pulled back to stare down at her and paused. Then, in all seriousness he replied. “Every last one of them, pet.”
There was a brief moment of silence as she absorbed his words and realized what he meant. He cupped her cheek and slowly lowered his mouth to hers. The kiss was gentle to start, but passions rose and Nat deepened the connection, his tongue plundering her mouth, learning her taste. Madeline wrapped her arms around him, her fingernails leaving moon-shaped divots in his back as she clutched him tightly to her, like she was marking him. I loved watching them together. It appeased the voyeur in me. It satisfied me deep down to see the spark between them. I knew there would be times when we’d all three be together and when we’d have our own time with Madeline. Tonight was about the three of us, but in this moment, it needed to be about them. We had plenty of time to explore.
Nathaniel raised his head, both of them out of breath. Madeline’s expression was one of dazed arousal. He directed her to the bed and when she was settled he began removing his clothes. He shot me a glance that I took as my cue it was time. My heart rate accelerated even faster. I was more than ready to join the party. We planned on taking her to the edge, catching her when she fell over the side, and letting her spread her wings and soar.
I looked over at Madeline where she’d raised herself up on elbows to watch us disrobe. Her legs were slightly parted, and her wetness glistened on her thighs and pussy. Once naked, we set our pants and shoes next to her clothes. It struck me for a moment seeing our clothing laying together like that. It was such an innocuous thing, but it felt right seeing them tangled up, like our bodies would be soon. When I turned back, Nat had already made himself comfortable next to our sub. Again, their tongues dueled and his hand squeezed and molded her breast.
My eyes drifted down to her center. I wanted to lap up her juices like a man starved. My cock lengthened at the thought of being inside her. Her mouth had been amazing, and I knew her pussy would fit like a glove, but what I wanted tonight was to slide deep inside that ass. I wanted to watch my length disappear in her hole, stretching it wide, before pulling almost out and then opening her up again. Not wanting to wait a second longer, I joined the party.
I climbed onto the bed, pushing Madeline’s knees up toward her chest. I settled back onto my heels at her feet. My hands gripped her ankle and gently tugged, coaxing her to open further. She moaned into Nat’s mouth and followed my unspoken command. Her lower lips were plump, pink, and wet with her slick juice. The small nub at the top was swollen and peeking out between the folds just begging to be nibbled on. Her asshole was exposed and I fisted my cock, squeezing it hard to distract myself from the sight. Soon that little hole would be stretched wide. In the meantime, I wanted to feast.
Madeline moaned and arched into my mouth when I leaned down and ran my tongue from anus to clit, stopping to suck on it and give it more attention. I wanted her writhing with the need for release beneath us. I wanted her begging us to fill her cunt and ass at the same time. A groan rumbled in my chest at the thought of her strangling my cock.
“Tell us about Vince.” Nat’s command was firm and come out of nowhere. Well, not really. I knew he’d been stewing on it since before we’d left headquarters to pick Madeline up tonight.
I glanced up when it took her a moment to react to his question. Her expression shut down and she tried moving away from our touch. Neither of us were having it. My grip tightened on her hips holding her in place while Nat fisted her hair even while he continued his assault on her breasts.
“Why did you break up?” He bit her nipple firmly, but not enough to cause harm.
“Oh, God,” she gasped.
“It’s Master, actually.” He could be relentless when it came to getting what he wanted. And tonight, he wanted answers. Which meant that we were going to keep her on the edge of an orgasm until she gave him what he asked for. Once she did, the pleasure would be worth it. Until then, she was going to have to beg for release. After she answered his questions of course.
Adding to the sensual torture, I flicked my tongue across her clit. She whimpered with need, her hips bucking to seek more contact. I smacked her pussy lips and she cried out at the sensation.
“Answer Nat’s question and we may let you come. Otherwise, we’ll continue denying you the thing you want most.”
Madeline’s skin glistened with sweat, her gorgeous face flushed with exertion, and her eyes were glazed with arousal. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
“He couldn’t give me what I needed,” she let out on a gasp of air.
We were partway to the truth. Now it was time to get it all. My mouth lowered and I lapped at her cunt, licking and sucking, drawing her engorged clit between my lips and pulling gently on it. I grazed it with my teeth, then soothed it with a swirl of my tongue. She thrust up into my mouth, chasing the orgasm she was yet again going to be denied. I pulled back and she cried out.
“What did you need, pet?” Nat’s words were muffled against her neck, but I heard them nonetheless. He punctuated his question by nibbling on the sensitive area in the crease. She cocked her head to give him better access, but ignored his second question. He pulled away and stared down at her, his eyes glowing with displeasure. Her eyes opened and she stared up at him dazed.
Knowing how stubborn Nat was, I knew she was in for a serious interrogation. He may not have realized it yet, but he was starting to fall for her. We both wanted to know everything about her, but more so Nat. He hated secrets. He also despised lies. Knowing his past, it was completely understandable. They were the two things he couldn’t forgive.
Leaving him to his obsessive researching, I headed to the locker room, anxious to see our angel again.
At precisely five minutes before seven we pulled into Madeline’s driveway. Nat’s hair was still damp from the quick shower he’d taken. Like me, he was wearing a pair of leathers with matching black leather boots. The fall nights were quickly turning cooler so we both wore long-sleeved shirts, but I knew the minute we entered Black Light, they would be coming off. Especially since we’d be playing with Madeline. My cock twitched at the thought.
Nat and I had talked on the way about getting some answers from our sub. I paused for a moment and relished in how easily I’d started thinking of Madeline as ours. It might take Nat a little longer to get there. I knew my best friend though, probably better than he knew himself, and there was no doubt he was heading in that direction.
“You feel it, don’t you?” He looked over at me just as I started opening my door.
I glanced over my shoulder, knowing exactly what he was referring to. “I do.”
He only nodded, accepting my answer, before heading up the walk to Madeline’s door and knocking.
My sharp inhalation matched his growl when the door swung open and the vision appeared in front of us. As though to defy the angelic image she’d presented last week, tonight she was wearing a black dress. But not just any black dress. One with a v-shaped, plunging neckline spread so far apart half of her breasts were exposed before it tapered to a point between her belly button and pubis. The hem didn’t even reach mid-thigh. Holy fuck. I was torn. Part of me wanted to bend her over, slide that tiny piece of fabric she called a dress up, and fuck that tight pussy raw. The other part wanted to drag her inside and make her change into something else so no one could see her body but us.
Madeline threw us a look that said she knew exactly how affected we were at the sight. Oh, the little sub thought she could tease us. Obviously she’d enjoyed last week’s punishment so much she was ready for another and I was more than happy to oblige.
“You’re enjoying making us fucking hard as a rock, aren’t you pet? That dress should be illegal.”
She giggled and twirled in a circle giving us the full view. The back matched the front with the tapered vee stopping just above her ass crack, and the hem hugged the curve of her ass. It was going to be a pleasure stripping it off her body.
“Do you like it?” Her hands smoothed the fabric down her belly and hips. “I’ve never worn it before tonight so I wasn’t sure how it would look.”
Beside me Nat let out a sound of pleasure. “Pet, if I liked it any more you’d have to beat me off with a stick. You’re absolutely stunning. You’ll be the envy of every woman tonight, because they know there’s no comparing to your beauty.”
While I stared slack-jawed at the poetic compliment I’d never heard from him before, Madeline blushed prettily and stood on tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek.
“That’s so sweet of you.”
He stepped so close to her there was barely an inch separating them and leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “Pet, there’s nothing sweet about me. My only thought right now is using one of my knives to cut this so-called dress off you and thrusting so far inside that pussy my come will still be dripping out of you days from now.”
She whimpered at his words.
He moved away, his fists clenched like he was fighting the urge to reach out. “Now, let’s get going before I forget all about this concert and your watchdog on the street and drag you upstairs to fuck you ten ways to Sunday.”
“Ready?” I offered her my arm. Immediately, she slipped her hand through the crook of it and did the same with Nat when he offered her his as well.
“We’ll continue this at Black Light,” he promised.
Chapter 11
Madeline
“This is Runway?”
Wide-eyed I stared at the three-story building on the corner. Unlike the last time, there was no side street and psychic shop. Men wearing suits, whose arms were decorated with young women wearing elegant dresses, graced the front of Runway. Flashes from cameras held by ambitious members of the paparazzi vying for the best picture of whatever celebrity was here lit up the evening sky. Some posed while others tried to avoid the cameras altogether. A line of people stretched along the sidewalk waiting for their turn to enter the exclusive club.
Joseph nodded. “Yep. You probably haven’t heard of them since they’re more local celebrities, but the club was opened by two former models, Jaxson Davidson and Chase Cartwright. They caused quite a ruckus in the political world a couple years ago when they came out as more than just business partners. Mostly because Jaxson’s father is a senator. Shit really hit the fan when they fell in love with Emma Fischer and the three of them formed a triad.”
“I think I remember you mentioning their names last week. Sounds like they caused quite a stir.”
Nathaniel chuckled from the front seat. “Oh, you have no idea. Things have settled down a little now that they’re married and living in California.”
We circled the block before coming back around and pulling up to the valet. Nathaniel handed the attendant his keys and both men held out their arms for me. I slid my hands through and clasped their biceps while they escorted me to the entrance.
Joseph leaned down to speak softly in my ear. “Remember, Black Light is entirely separate from Runway. Most patrons have no idea what goes on beneath their feet, which means that once inside, we don’t discuss the dungeon below.”
I nodded my understanding and we weaved through the crowd loitering outside the building and headed to a cordoned off section labeled VIP.
Nathaniel reached into his back pocket and pulled out what looked like a postcard, handing it to the bouncer who scrutinized it thoroughly.
“I need to see your identification please.”
Both men retrieved their wallets and handed their IDs to the large, ridiculously cut man. He looked up and down between the plastic cards in his hand and the men on either side of me. His eyes then landed on me and an approving glint twinkled in their depths as he scanned the length of my body pausing briefly at my chest. Two identical growls raced along my nerves before settling low in my belly. Joseph and Nathaniel placed a possessive hand on my hip and did their best to position themselves to cover me.
The security guard merely smirked, obviously enjoying raising their hackles. He flicked their IDs toward them and removed the satin covered rope from the metal stand and let us enter. I hid a smile when he winked at me as we passed him. No need to rile up my men even more, no matter how much I liked the fact they seemed jealous. They had nothing to worry about in that regard. Mild flirting aside, I had no interest in anyone but them.
I couldn’t withhold my curiosity. “What was the card you handed him?”
Joseph released his hold on me to open the door for us and we stepped through, Nathaniel’s hand burning hot on my lower back.
“We won a special VIP invitation to Runway from a charity auction a few months ago.”
“I’m glad the money went to a good cause.”
“It did. A young local girl needed money for cancer treatments. Emma, Jaxson and Chase’s wife, saw a flyer somewhere and contacted her mother to make a few donations. They ended up raising a little over $500,000 if I remember correctly.”
“Wow, that’s incredible.”
We passed through security and then I finally got a look inside Runway. Holy shit, I was speechless as my eyes shifted back and forth and up and down as they scanned the interior trying to take it all in. A huge dance floor, already crowded with people, opened up in front of us leading up to the stage. The neon lights of the bar to our left drew my attention in that direction. Everything was glitz and glam. The place was utterly breathtaking.
“Let’s get a drink before the concert starts.”
The crowd roared as the final notes of the encore from the popular rock band, Crushing Stones, echoed through the room before dying out. During intermission, Nathaniel and Joseph had shared that Jonah ‘Cash’ Carter, the lead singer, also happened to be a member of Black Light. They didn’t know him personally, but they had seen him and his wife playing downstairs multiple times. This was also a rare appearance for them since they were touring to sold out shows. They’d only agreed to this concert as favor to Emma and to raise money for the charity.
“Did you enjoy the show?” Joseph leaned over and spoke directly in my ear in order to be heard over the noise.
I squealed in excitement. This was one of the best dates ever. “It was wonderful! I love their music so much. Thank you for bringing me to the show.”
“It was our pleasure.”
“You know what else would give us pleasure?” Nathaniel piped up, a wicked and devious grin gracing his face.
It wasn’t hard to figure out what he was referring to, so I held back my laughter while still trying to feign innocence. “Oh, and what would that be?”
He reached out for me and tugged me along behind him with Joseph following hot on our heels. The three of us weaved through the crowd and around tables to the right of the stage. It opened up to an empty area with a back door to our left. Near the door was a tightly pinned curtain against the perpendicular wall. When we stopped in front of it, I started to ask where we were going when Nat placed a finger over my lips to silence me. Joseph scanned the area and when he tossed out “all clear” over his shoulder we quickly dashed behind the curtain.
“Why are we in a janitor’s closet?” I stage-whispered, my eyes scanning the small room we stood in.
Instead of answering, Nathaniel pulled the mop that stood propped against the wall. A locking mechanism clicked and a door opened.
I only shook my head in amusement. “Good grief. This cloak and dagger stuff is crazy.”
We headed down the neon-lit stairs, the door closing and locking behind us. Once we hit the bottom landing, we entered through a familiar looking door.
There, Danny, if I remembered his name correctly, stood guard. Once we showed our IDs, paid my guest entry fee again, and finished stashing all our things in a locker, we set out to enjoy what I knew was going to be an incredible night. One that would define my relationship with these two Doms.
Chapter 12
Joseph
When we stepped out of the locker room, I threaded my fingers through Madeline’s free hand. I’d noticed Nat hadn’t released his hold on her since the second he touched her upstairs. Connected as a trio, the first place we headed once inside Black Light was to one of the semi-private alcoves off to the right side of the dungeon floor. I could feel the excitement humming through my veins and all around us. We were all anxious to play. The curtain to the semi-private room remained open. Nat got off on people watching him.
“Strip,” Nat ordered when we’d barely entered the room. His already dark countenance darkened even further. His flirtatious comment upstairs had been pushed aside and his Dominant, controlling side was fully at the forefront, his energy now entirely focused on his submissive.
Slowly, Madeline peeled each side of her dress down over her shoulders then gave a light tug to detach it from her breasts. She giggled at our expressions when she pulled strips of something off them. “Double-sided dress tape,” was her only explanation. The dress slid off her hips to puddle on the floor before she stepped out of it.
“Wait,” Nathaniel stopped her when she moved to bend down and pick it up. She halted and he knelt at her feet, picking up the dress to hand to me, and then he slid his hands down her calf prompting her to raise her leg. She balanced herself with a hand on his shoulder while he removed one heel, then her other. He set them off to the side before returning his hands to her legs, gliding them up her calves and higher when he rose to his feet again. He continued his trek, fingers lightly tracing the pink marks left behind by the adhesive she’d recently removed.
“This looks painful,” he murmured in regards to the outline left on each breast.
Madeline’s hair fluttered around her face when she shook her head. “No, not—”
Her words ended on a gasp when Nat bent and soothed the mark with his tongue.
“—really,” she finished.
“Oh, it definitely looks like it hurts. I think I need to soothe your ache.” He continued giving each breast his attention with lips, tongue, and fingers as he gently plucked at each nipple before gently molding her flesh.
“Will you soothe all my aches?” Madeline breathed out, a flirty tone in her voice.
Nat pulled back to stare down at her and paused. Then, in all seriousness he replied. “Every last one of them, pet.”
There was a brief moment of silence as she absorbed his words and realized what he meant. He cupped her cheek and slowly lowered his mouth to hers. The kiss was gentle to start, but passions rose and Nat deepened the connection, his tongue plundering her mouth, learning her taste. Madeline wrapped her arms around him, her fingernails leaving moon-shaped divots in his back as she clutched him tightly to her, like she was marking him. I loved watching them together. It appeased the voyeur in me. It satisfied me deep down to see the spark between them. I knew there would be times when we’d all three be together and when we’d have our own time with Madeline. Tonight was about the three of us, but in this moment, it needed to be about them. We had plenty of time to explore.
Nathaniel raised his head, both of them out of breath. Madeline’s expression was one of dazed arousal. He directed her to the bed and when she was settled he began removing his clothes. He shot me a glance that I took as my cue it was time. My heart rate accelerated even faster. I was more than ready to join the party. We planned on taking her to the edge, catching her when she fell over the side, and letting her spread her wings and soar.
I looked over at Madeline where she’d raised herself up on elbows to watch us disrobe. Her legs were slightly parted, and her wetness glistened on her thighs and pussy. Once naked, we set our pants and shoes next to her clothes. It struck me for a moment seeing our clothing laying together like that. It was such an innocuous thing, but it felt right seeing them tangled up, like our bodies would be soon. When I turned back, Nat had already made himself comfortable next to our sub. Again, their tongues dueled and his hand squeezed and molded her breast.
My eyes drifted down to her center. I wanted to lap up her juices like a man starved. My cock lengthened at the thought of being inside her. Her mouth had been amazing, and I knew her pussy would fit like a glove, but what I wanted tonight was to slide deep inside that ass. I wanted to watch my length disappear in her hole, stretching it wide, before pulling almost out and then opening her up again. Not wanting to wait a second longer, I joined the party.
I climbed onto the bed, pushing Madeline’s knees up toward her chest. I settled back onto my heels at her feet. My hands gripped her ankle and gently tugged, coaxing her to open further. She moaned into Nat’s mouth and followed my unspoken command. Her lower lips were plump, pink, and wet with her slick juice. The small nub at the top was swollen and peeking out between the folds just begging to be nibbled on. Her asshole was exposed and I fisted my cock, squeezing it hard to distract myself from the sight. Soon that little hole would be stretched wide. In the meantime, I wanted to feast.
Madeline moaned and arched into my mouth when I leaned down and ran my tongue from anus to clit, stopping to suck on it and give it more attention. I wanted her writhing with the need for release beneath us. I wanted her begging us to fill her cunt and ass at the same time. A groan rumbled in my chest at the thought of her strangling my cock.
“Tell us about Vince.” Nat’s command was firm and come out of nowhere. Well, not really. I knew he’d been stewing on it since before we’d left headquarters to pick Madeline up tonight.
I glanced up when it took her a moment to react to his question. Her expression shut down and she tried moving away from our touch. Neither of us were having it. My grip tightened on her hips holding her in place while Nat fisted her hair even while he continued his assault on her breasts.
“Why did you break up?” He bit her nipple firmly, but not enough to cause harm.
“Oh, God,” she gasped.
“It’s Master, actually.” He could be relentless when it came to getting what he wanted. And tonight, he wanted answers. Which meant that we were going to keep her on the edge of an orgasm until she gave him what he asked for. Once she did, the pleasure would be worth it. Until then, she was going to have to beg for release. After she answered his questions of course.
Adding to the sensual torture, I flicked my tongue across her clit. She whimpered with need, her hips bucking to seek more contact. I smacked her pussy lips and she cried out at the sensation.
“Answer Nat’s question and we may let you come. Otherwise, we’ll continue denying you the thing you want most.”
Madeline’s skin glistened with sweat, her gorgeous face flushed with exertion, and her eyes were glazed with arousal. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
“He couldn’t give me what I needed,” she let out on a gasp of air.
We were partway to the truth. Now it was time to get it all. My mouth lowered and I lapped at her cunt, licking and sucking, drawing her engorged clit between my lips and pulling gently on it. I grazed it with my teeth, then soothed it with a swirl of my tongue. She thrust up into my mouth, chasing the orgasm she was yet again going to be denied. I pulled back and she cried out.
“What did you need, pet?” Nat’s words were muffled against her neck, but I heard them nonetheless. He punctuated his question by nibbling on the sensitive area in the crease. She cocked her head to give him better access, but ignored his second question. He pulled away and stared down at her, his eyes glowing with displeasure. Her eyes opened and she stared up at him dazed.
