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“Should we go?” he asked.

“What about you?” She gestured toward his crotch, his huge erection.

“I’ll get mine later, don’t you worry.” He yanked her close and kissed her, his tongue delving into her mouth, searching it thoroughly before he withdrew. His kiss blew a few hundred brain cells and left her wanting more.

 They exited the room in a hurry, but not before she caught a glimpse of naked flesh and clinging bodies, tongues licking and hands working. She straightened the skirt of her dress, smoothed a hand over her hair, and when she glanced up she caught Austin watching her, a wicked smile on his too handsome face.

 “What?”

“Shocked at yourself?”

She shook her head. “No. I’ve always had these…urges.”

“And I’m just lucky enough to be the one who figured that out?” He drew her close, planting a soft kiss on her lips.

“Yes,” she murmured, touching the corner of his lush mouth with her finger. Oh, she could touch him all night. Explore him and savor him, lick and nibble and discover all of his secrets, his preferences.

But not yet. There was time enough for that. She wanted to see more, experience more with him here, at Tom’s.

Michaela stopped at a partially opened door, peered around the doorframe to look inside. A woman lay sprawled on the bed completely nude, her arms and legs bound to each corner of the iron scroll bed frame with black velvet cuffs. Her eyes were covered by a sash of black satiny fabric, and she slowly arched her body as some sort of offering.

The man who stood next to the bed held a small flogger in his hand, squeezing and running his fingers over the tails again and again. He was clad only in black, tight-fitting trousers, his bronzed, muscled chest gleaming as if lightly oiled. His biceps bulged with his every movement, his intent focused solely on the woman tied to the bed.

She’d just had an orgasm not five minutes ago yet Michaela found it arousing, the hungry way the man stared at the woman. She entered the room, sidling alongside the wall so as not to disturb them, and she stood still, taking it all in.

Austin followed behind her, reaching out to take her hand and pull her in front of him. She melted into him as he held her, leaning against the wall, his arms wrapped around her center.

She felt as if he was staking his claim on her.

The man barely acknowledged their presence, his gaze flicking toward them once before he turned his attention back to the woman. Dangling the flogger above her body, he drew the soft leather tails across first one slim shoulder, then the other, before allowing it to tickle her pronounced collarbone.

The woman jerked against her restraints, a little whimper escaping her as he continued his gentle teasing. Down her arms, across her quivering stomach then back up to wisp across her breasts, the tails feathering back and forth across her large, rock hard nipples.

Michaela’s skin prickled with awareness as if she were the one experiencing the flogger. It intrigued her. She’d never played with any sort of toys beyond a vibrator in the bedroom and she wondered what it would feel like. The soft leather brushing against her body, making her shiver and the rush that would fill her with the first smack of the flogger.

Would it plain hurt? Or would it hurt so good?

Just imagining it made her restless, wet all over again. She squirmed against Austin’s hold, her breath catching when she saw the man drape the tails of the flogger over the woman’s bare pussy. There wasn’t a hair on the woman’s body and with her legs tied open, every detail was on display.

Swollen pussy lips, dark pink folds and a large clit, much larger than Michaela’s, the woman cried out when the man flipped the flogger to the other side, rubbing the handle against her.

He stroked her clit, circled it and then trailed the handle downward, teasing her entry. The woman arched against it, her harsh pants filling the air, and when he pushed just the tip of the handle inside her, she cried out.

Oh God. She couldn’t believe she was watching this unfold right in front of her. The man slipped the flogger deeper inside the woman then withdrew, establishing a rhythm that caused the woman to move with it. He was fucking her with the flogger, the soft leather handle glistening with her juices every time the man withdrew it from her body. Michaela stared in awe, her breath lodged in her chest, her eyes fixated on the woman’s pussy.

She shifted against Austin, rubbing her back against his chest, and his fingers stroked against her stomach, holding her still. Bending his head, his mouth hovered close to her ear and he nibbled her lobe.

“You like that?” His whispered question made her shiver, and she nodded.

His hand splayed across her front. He dragged his fingers across to her hip, then down until he was flirting with the hem of her skirt. She held completely still, watching the man continue to fuck the woman with the flogger while Austin’s hand moved under her skirt and skimmed the outside of her thigh.

The woman was getting close to orgasm, Michaela could tell by the sound of her breathing, the increased frenzy of her movements and her partner could tell as well. He withdrew the flogger from her body completely and brought it to his mouth, his tongue snaking out to lap at the stickiness that remained there.

His gaze lifted, met Michaela’s, and he drew the handle into his mouth, sucking the woman’s cream from the braided leather. He was putting on a show for them, Michaela realized, since the woman couldn’t see anything.

So fucking sexy.

Austin’s fingers stuttered over her skin, as if he too was affected by the man sucking and lapping at the flogger handle. She bucked against his touch, hoping like hell he would continue his search, and he did. His fingers resumed their slow glide, now up her inner thigh to swipe against the silken front of her panties, and Michaela gasped.

The man smiled, a feral bearing of teeth, and she let her glance slide down to the very noticeable bulge straining the front of his pants. Austin’s free hand slid up, his thumb brushing the underside of her breast, fingers teasing her skin exposed by the dress’s keyhole cutout in between her breasts. She thrust her chest out and licked her lips, her eyes still locked on the man, and his chocolate brown eyes heated with awareness.

 She was eye fucking this stranger all while Austin touched her and she couldn’t believe it. Couldn’t believe she was enjoying it. The way the man watched her aroused her almost as much as Austin’s touch.

“Undo my dress,” she urged Austin, her gaze not leaving the man’s.

He paused in touching her. “What?”

“The clasp at the back of my neck, undo it. Please.” She sounded desperate, she knew it but she didn’t care. Tilting her head, she swept her hair away from her neck, draping it over one shoulder. Indicating where she wanted him to undo it.

His fingers landed upon her neck, warm and comforting, stroking her there. “You’re sure.”

Michaela nodded. “Yes.” Oh, yes.

The poor woman writhed atop the bed, her whimpered words of agony getting louder and louder, but the man ignored her, as if this was part of the game, his gaze trained on Michaela. Austin undid the two hooks of the halter and the fabric fell forward, Michaela tugging it down more so it exposed her breasts to the man’s gaze. Her nipples hardened and the man licked his lips, as if he might want a taste.

What would Austin say if that happened? Would he allow her to do this? Or would he tell her no?

And why was she thinking like this? She was her own woman, she wasn’t in any sort of relationship with Austin beyond sexual so why did she need his permission?

Because she felt as if she
did
belong to him, at least for tonight. And she didn’t feel right in doing things with another without his consent.

“He likes what he sees,” Austin whispered in her ear, perfectly aware of what was happening between them.

“So do I,” she admitted, her voice weak, and Austin stilled behind her.

 Cupping her breast in his hand, Austin kneaded the soft flesh. She arched against his touch, her body undulating against his. His cock nudged the small of her back, large and insistent, and she smiled. The power she held, the fact that two men wanted her at this very moment was mind blowing.

Arousing.

The man turned his attention back to his woman, his face softening, as if he felt guilty for withholding her pleasure for so long. Taking the flogger, he reared back his arm and slapped the soft leather tendrils against her pussy. She cried out in agonized pleasure at the connection and he did it again, then again, the sound of the leather hitting her flesh reverberating in the close confines of the room.

The woman moaned with every hit, her lower body arching into it, her arms jerking against the restraints. Michaela stared in fascination, emitting her own gasp of pleasure when Austin pinched first one nipple, then the other.

The man halted his ritual, his big body vibrating, his shoulders rising and falling with his every breath, and he turned, taking a step toward Michaela and Austin, then another.

Holding his hand out, he offered her the flogger.

Chapter Eight

“I-I couldn’t,” she said, shaking her head.

The man held the flogger toward her, waving it so the tassels shook. “Take it. Use it on her. We’re inviting you to play.”

His voice was deep, gravelly, and her body jerked in response. She felt like a slut, reacting strongly to a man she didn’t even know while in the arms of a man she did know and care about.

But it seemed as if Austin only wanted to urge her on, encouraging her to go further.

He gave Michaela a nudge on her shoulder. “Do it, babe.”

She turned to look at him, saw that he was studying her carefully. “You think so?”

“Tickle her with it,” the man suggested. “She loves that.”

“Does she know?” Michaela waved her hand at the woman, who laid quietly on the bed, though her body quivered in anticipation.

“She knows you’re here, yes. She likes to be watched.” The man paused, his eyes darkening. “Do you like to be watched?”

“I like to watch,” she said.

“She likes both,” Austin said for her.

The man’s gaze met Austin’s. “May she play with us?”

Michaela’s gaze flickered from Austin to the man, shocked at the way he asked for Austin’s permission. As if Austin was indeed her master and she needed his approval before she could go and play.

Wow. This was heady stuff. She had no clue what she’d gotten herself involved in but this had turned into the most sexually adventurous twenty-four hours of her life.

“If she wants to.” He removed his hand from her thigh and she immediately missed the connection. “Do you want to?”

“Yes.” She nodded. “I do.”

Taking the flogger from the man, Michaela approached the bed, stood at the foot of it. The musky scent of the woman’s arousal was strong and Michaela stared at her pussy, the way her skin gleamed with cream, her lower lips puffy with need.

Michaela twirled the flogger this way and that, finally letting the leather tails drop upon the woman’s cunt. She drifted it back and forth, the soft black leather contrasting against the pink of the woman’s flesh. Michaela’s pussy grew even wetter as she continued, running the flogger along the inside of the woman’s thighs, across her knees.

The woman giggled, twisting against Michaela’s touch, and the man crouched down so he was eye level with Michaela. His expression serious, he said, “Fuck her with it.”

Michaela almost dropped the flogger to the floor. “Excuse me?”

“Fuck her with it, like I did. With the handle.” The man reached for her, swiped his index finger against the woman’s clit and she nearly shot off the bed. “She’s so close. She needs the release before we continue. Will you do her the favor?”

She couldn’t believe this. He wanted her to fuck this woman with the handle of the flogger? Could she do this?

Austin approached, stood on the other side of her, and she glanced up to find him staring down at her, his expression stormy, his mouth tight. “Do you want to?”

“I don’t know,” she answered honestly.

“Suck his cock while you fuck her with it,” the man suggested. Michaela whirled around to stare at him. “I’d like to watch. I’d like to invite the both of you to join us.”

Austin rubbed his hand across his erection, and she knew he liked that idea. What man wouldn’t? Of course, putting on a show for this man, a man she didn’t know but found arousing, sexy, would be crazy.

And exciting. Terribly, terribly exciting.

“Please,” the woman whimpered from the bed and all three of them startled at the sound of her voice. She hadn’t spoken all night, but she must’ve broke because once she started she didn’t want to stop. “Please fuck me. I’m begging you.”

She continued her soft begging and the man comforted her, rubbing the inside of her thighs, tapping her clit with his finger. He took the flogger from Michaela and flipped it so she held the bundle of leather straps, and she pushed it toward the woman’s open pussy, her hand shaking.

She was nervous. She’d never done something like this in her life, certainly had never been with a woman before in such a sexual manner. And she didn’t want to hurt this woman, didn’t want to screw it up.

Austin worked his belt buckle then the fly of his jeans, the unmistakable zipping sound loud, nearly making Michaela jump. She gazed up at him, saw the passion clouding his beautiful blue eyes and she wanted to make sure this was what he wanted.

“You don’t mind?” She waved her hand around, the flogger slapping against the inside of her arm when she did so and she gave a little hiss of pleasure at the contact.

“My fantasy is giving you what you want,” Austin whispered, his voice low, husky and melting her from the inside out. “And if this is what you want then I want to give it to you.”

His words gave her strength. The man took Michaela’s hand and guided it toward the woman’s pussy. He wrapped his hand over Michaela’s, urging her to rub the handle across her folds, and Michaela did, marveling at the way the woman arched and mewled, her body seeming to go crazy even though she was completely restrained.

“Fuck her,” the man murmured.

“Yes, fuck me,” the woman cried.

Slowly, Michaela rubbed the handle back and forth against the woman’s pussy. She circled her clit, slid the handle down, nudging her folds before she finally, slowly thrust it inside the woman’s welcoming body.

Frantically Michaela grabbed at the waistband of Austin’s jeans, her fingers curling in the waistband of his boxer briefs. The faint trail of black hair that led from his belly button downward tickled her knuckles and she yanked on the opening of the jeans, suddenly eager to get inside.

He stepped closer, making it easier for Michaela to lick the head of his cock, all the while easing the flogger handle in and out of the woman’s body. The man had long let go of the handle, sitting back on his haunches to watch everything take place.

It was difficult, hard to maneuver the handle and lick Austin’s cock. She wrapped her hand around him, stroking his thick length up and down in the same rhythm she fucked the woman. Her pussy dripped with cream, coating the very inside of her thighs, and she wished she could touch herself.

But her hands were occupied.

The man came forward, his head dipping close to his woman’s pussy and he breathed deep, a smile on his handsome face. His features were stark, strong nose and jaw, high cheekbones and firm lips, completely different from Austin but handsome nonetheless. His eyes met hers, dark and foreboding, and she licked her lips, unable to help herself.

He growled and buried his face against the woman’s pussy, his tongue lashing out to lick at her clit before sucking it in between his lips. Michaela continued the fucking and the stroking, her gaze lifting to meet Austin’s, and she watched his hips thrust, the clear drops of fluid seeping from the head of his cock.

She let go of the handle and the man took over, pumping it repeatedly within the woman. Michaela turned her full attention to Austin, pulling him into her mouth. His salty sweet essence dissolved on her tongue and she sucked vigorously, drawing him deeper.

Wanting more, wanting all of him, she needed that exquisite power of making him come in her mouth. Increasing her efforts, ecstasy bloomed within her when she heard Austin’s strangled groan. His fingers threaded through her hair, controlling her movements, slowing her down. She gazed up at him, saw the desire and the want and something else, a flicker of emotion that called to something deep within her.

Seeing it made her pause and she withdrew from him, gazing up at him in wonder. He pushed back her hair with gentle fingers, the heat in his eyes warming her, and she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock.

How could he stare at her with such emotion, such tenderness all while they did such naughty, wicked things? She could only imagine what her previous boyfriends would say if they saw her like this. Pass their narrow judgment, call her terrible names, awful names that made her feel like a sick, perverted slut.

Yet Austin looked at her as if he couldn’t get enough of her. As if he completely understood her wants, her needs. Her fantasies.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice a little shaky, and she leaned in close to his cock, lapping at it gently with her tongue.

The woman on the bed gave a shout, indicating that she finally came. Her moans went on for what seemed like forever, and Michaela couldn’t help but glance over her shoulder to watch the woman thrash about. The man had dropped the flogger on the edge of the bed, his mouth on her, lips sucking intently on her clit.

She felt guilty, watching the man slowly bring his woman down from her orgasm when she should be paying attention to Austin. But this was nothing like she’d ever witnessed before. Certainly not live and in person.

Austin’s hand landed on the back of her head, soothing as he stroked her hair. “Go ahead and watch. This is what I brought you here for.”

Michaela closed her eyes, savoring his touch. This man was perfect. It felt as if he could read her mind and the way he touched her, gave her exactly what she wanted…

It was uncanny. It almost felt too good to be true.

Michaela opened her eyes to see the woman slumped against the mattress, her body limp, her breathing slowly evening out. The man stroked the inside of her thighs with tender fingers, barely touching her skin, and the woman sighed in relief.

The man’s gaze met Michaela’s, hot and hungry. He slipped a hand down to his crotch, stroking over his erection that strained against his pants. Michaela felt an answering surge of wetness in her pussy and oh God, she wanted to do something to this man. This stranger.

But would Austin let her? Would he want to do something like this? Was she wrong to even ask him?

She wouldn’t ask him, she couldn’t. She should get up, take Austin’s hand and run out of this place. Take him home and fuck him there, in the privacy of their apartment.

So why wasn’t she moving?

Austin wasn’t sure if Michaela wanted to take this a step further. He knew the man was interested. There was no denying that. He sent heated looks to him and Michaela. Austin knew if he told him to, the man would be on his knees sucking Austin’s dick with as much enthusiasm as he just licked that woman’s cunt.

How Austin knew this he wasn’t sure. He just did.

He’d just told Michaela he didn’t like to share and that hadn’t been a lie. But it would mean nothing, to interact with this man. Hell, she already helped the woman get off, shoving that flogger handle inside her pussy with a curious enthusiasm he found arousing. He knew Michaela was a natural at this.

Wanting to play, wanting to explore, she had little fear in letting her inner bad girl come out and shine. He loved that. They could bring in some interesting elements to their relationship all the while keeping the intimacy, the connection between them.

Austin shook his head, blown away by his thoughts. He needed to tell her how he really felt, what he really wanted from her. She would be receptive. He knew it.

He decided he would show her first. By offering her exactly what
she
wanted. And give her the push, the permission that she seemed to so desperately want.

Reaching out, he touched her shoulder. She turned, a tentative smile curving her lips, and he offered his hand without a word. She took it and he hauled her up to her feet. Her dress hung halfway off her, revealing her breasts. The small globes of creamy flesh rose and fell with her every breath, her nipples dusky pink and hard as diamonds.

“Take the dress off,” he commanded and her eyes flared at his request, the tone of his voice. Without a word, she shed the white garment until she stood before him in only a pair of white lace thong panties and her strappy silver stiletto sandals.

Austin curled his hands into fists. She was gorgeous, and he wanted to touch her so badly. “Don’t be afraid of what you want, Michaela.”

Her lips parted and she glanced over her shoulder yet again, indicating what she wanted. “What about you?”

“I want what you want.” It was true. There would be requirements, limits but he was willing to let her imagination run wild if that was what she chose to do.

She sunk her teeth into her lower lip, nibbling as she was prone to do when nervous. What a picture she made, nearly naked, her hair a cloud about her head, the ethereal, angel-like makeup emphasizing her delicate features. Innocent, looking like a little saint when she debated letting her inner vixen come roaring out.

He took her hand again, hauling her close, his eyes sliding momentarily shut at her sweet scent, and the way her body fit so perfect against his. “As long as I get to participate, I’m all for this. Are you? Can you live with yourself in the morning after what we plan on doing tonight?”

Michaela tilted her head back, her green eyes drinking him in, lips parted. Her tongue snuck out to lick those lush lips and she gave a jerky nod. “I want to share it with you.”

“Share what?” He needed to hear her say the words, believed she needed to hear herself say them too.

“Him.” She flicked her head toward the man who now stood silent behind her. “I want us to be with him.”

“Doing what?” Despite his feelings for her, despite how much he wanted her, his cock jerked at the thought of being with that man. Whatever his name was.

Her eyes closed and she visibly swallowed, as if trying to gain some inner strength just to say it. “I want to suck his cock.” Her eyes opened. “And I want you to suck his cock with me.”

Austin nodded once and tore his gaze from Michaela’s, pinning the man behind her with an intense stare. “What’s your name?”

The man lifted his firm chin. He was attractive, not normally Austin’s type but he would do. Even though he had the appearance of a macho ass, Austin suspected he was more of a submissive, at the very least a steady switch. There was too much softness in his gaze, too much acquiescence. “Jed.”

Austin cocked a brow. For real? “Jed?”

Jed shrugged. “Don’t wear it out.”

“Well, Jed, we want to thank you for including us in your activities tonight. We’d like to return the favor.”

The man smiled, spread his arms wide then let them fall at his side. “I am all yours.”