"Both."
She smiled and went to a panel on the wall. "Mistress Rea, if you get into trouble, press this red button. It will make all the lights in the dungeon flash and I'll know to come check on you."
"Understood," Reagan said with a nod.
Aggie strode out of the room with an eager Jace on her heels. As soon as the door closed, Reagan tossed her riding crop aside. "You look so hot, Ethan," she purred. She approached him and rubbed her palms over every inch of his hard chest and stomach. She peppered his chest with kisses and reached for his belt. Once his fly was unfastened, she jerked his pants down to his knees and grasped his hard cock in both hands. Trey couldn't decide what was sexier, Reagan's enthusiasm or Ethan's persistent struggle against his restraints as he moaned in pleasure.
"Stand behind him, Reagan," Trey suggested, "so he can watch himself in the mirror."
Reagan glanced at Trey and her hands fell free of Ethan's body. "Damn, you look hot too, Trey," she said. She moved to wrap her arms around him, pressing her breasts against his chest as she rubbed her hands up and down his back and buttocks. She kissed his throat until he began to tremble. He wanted to touch her. Knowing he couldn't made him want to even more.
"Release me," he whispered in her ear, "and we'll both make Ethan squirm."
"Maybe I planned to release Ethan so we could both make you scream."
"What are you two talking about over there?" Ethan asked gruffly.
Reagan offered Ethan an ornery grin and moved to stand behind Trey. She slowly released the buttons of Trey's fly. "Watch the mirror, Ethan," Reagan said.
He turned his attention to the mirror. Trey made sure the pleasure registered on his face as Reagan slid her hands down into his pants and tugged his cock free of his boxers. He watched the mirror with his eyes half-closed, mostly to see Ethan's reaction as Reagan's hands slid up and down his length, but also because seeing her touch him at the same time he felt it was an incredible turn-on.
"What should I do to him, Ethan?" Reagan murmured.
"Take his pants off. I want to see all of him."
Reagan obeyed without question. Even bound to a wooden beam, Ethan's dominance was unquestionable. At least until Reagan agreed to release Trey. Reagan lowered Trey's jeans to the floor and removed his shoes and socks before stripping him entirely naked.
"I can't decide which of you is more desirable," Ethan said.
"I guess that means you'll have to want us both," Trey said.
"I do," he whispered. "Reagan, suck his sac. I want to watch him squirm."
Reagan knelt before Trey and started her pleasurable assault by flicking her tongue over Trey's scrotum. He tugged against his chains as the gentle licking became vigorous sucking. She had an entire sensitive nut in her mouth when he started begging.
"Reagan, please." His abdominal muscles began to twitch uncontrollably and he knew if the chains weren't there to keep him upright, he'd have sank to the floor.
"My turn," Ethan said. "Reagan."
She ignored both of them, intent on her task to drive Trey insane with pleasure and Ethan insane with lack thereof. When she stopped unexpectedly, Trey looked down at her. She grinned up at him and flicked her eyes to the mirror. At first he thought she was encouraging him to check out the pained expression on Ethan's face, but as he watched, she removed her lacy thong and spread her legs, leaning forward as she took Trey's aching balls in her mouth again. He couldn't take his eyes off the slick flesh between her legs. Flushed and swollen with excitement, her feminine folds begged for penetration and there wasn't a damn thing Trey could do about it.
"Reagan," Ethan murmured. "Reagan, let me go. I need to fill you."
Trey didn't know if he could actually come when his cock had been completely neglected, but the urgency in his groin had built to the point that he was involuntarily thrusting his hips. Reagan nipped the sensitive skin covering his balls and his entire body jerked. She licked the head of his cock with the flat of her tongue and then climbed to her feet. She moved to stand behind Ethan. He jerked the beam so hard that Trey stumbled as it tugged him forward then back.
"Easy," Trey complained.
"Let me go, Reagan," Ethan growled.
"You don't like to be defenseless?" Reagan asked.
"No."
"Your cock is calling you a liar. Look how hard you are."
Standing behind him, but not pressing against his back, Reagan wrapped her arms around Ethan's body and took his cock in both hands. He was already seeping pre-cum. Trey doubted he'd last more than ten seconds with Reagan stroking him that way.
"Don't come, Ethan," she said, stroking him faster. Faster. "If you come, I'm going to let Trey help me torture you with pleasure."