Safeword: Davenport(68)

"I... I don't know. Wouldn't that be weird?"

He dropped his voice. “Did you think I'd allow my pet to play without supervision indefinitely? Are you still my pet?"

Her pussy flared to life and she fought not to squirm in the chair. “Yes, Sir. I mean, you said not at dinner, but after we eat I will be again. Sir."

"You know I loaned...” He stopped, started over. “I'm not the jealous sort; as long as I'm sure you'll be going home with me, I'm enough of a voyeur to enjoy watching."

"If you need to see us together then... I guess? It's not just up to me, though. Jacob and Brent have a say in it, too."

Jacob's gaze met hers. “I'd be happy to serve, but it's not my call."

Dana cut her eyes to Brent, who smiled. “As I keep saying, you have carte blanche to use him, with only a few caveats, which I'm sure you know by now."

"You and I need to have a conversation privately before anything happens.” Zach said, looking at Brent. “From the interaction I've seen, the two of you appear twenty-four/seven, with something approaching total power exchange?"

"Yes, we're about as close to TPE as I can make it while we both manage successful careers."

"Then I'll address you, instead of him. If you wish to allow him to flirt with her, I'm good with it. Dana's under no power exchange with me during dinner, other than being told she can't orgasm until given permission.” He looked at Jacob, as if he wanted to say something to him, but changed his mind and addressed Brent. “He can fulfill a need I can't, as I won't be submitting to her. It's not a competition, and I won't see him as a rival for her attention."

Brent grinned at Jacob, saying, “Knock yourself out,” before turning to Dana. “Have fun. If he needs discipline, talk to me and we'll work out the best way to handle it, together. Same rules as before, I'm the only one who can allow him to come. Not that he'd be able to even if I gave permission—he's wearing hardware you may find interesting, should you wish to explore."

"Really?” Dana said to Zach, “You're good with this?"

He smiled. “I find I'm looking forward to watching you Top him. I can see the attraction between the two of you and it fascinates me, but I don't feel threatened. So yes, really."

Jacob was sitting on her other side and laid his hand over hers. “He's a keeper, you know that, right?"

"Yeah. I do. I need to figure some things out before I can be fair to him, though.” Dana decided that was enough serious talk. “Tell me what you've got going on under your khakis, Jacob."

His face went red; his voice clearly telling her he was embarrassed. “I'm in a chastity device, so I can't get hard, and I'm wearing a plug."

Dana looked at Brent. “Can I see it?"

Brent laughed. “Don't ask me; tell him what you want."

Jacob's plate had only a few morsels left. “Eat your food, then strip and show me, please."

"Yes, Dana."

He took another couple of bites, finished his wine, and stood. Dana sat back with her water and watched as he unbuckled his belt before unbuttoning and unzipping his perfectly ironed khakis. He was commando under his pants, and she was awed by the look of his cock in the shiny chrome cage, barely large enough to hold his soft cock.

Brent spoke up. “It's called a jailbird, and can be worn long term, if we choose. He occasionally has to wear it for three months at a time, with no orgasm or hard-on for the duration—though of course he must still service me in all the usual ways."

"How long will it stay on this time?"

"Until I decide to take it off—could be an hour, could be tomorrow, or the following evening. It's rarely more than a few days if he isn't being punished."

She looked back at Jacob's cock. “It looks like it'd hurt to get a hard-on."

"It does, Ma'am. It's excruciating."

Glancing at Brent, she said, “Does it damage anything if he gets hard?"

"Nope.” He gave a sadistic smile. “Have at it."

Jacob's face looked pained, but when Dana crooked her finger for him to move closer, he did.

She massaged his balls and ran her fingers across the skin of his cock between the bars. She noted a slight indication of where the single tail had hit, obviously not a powerful strike.

"You used higher gauge needles? I don't see any marks."

"Yes,” Brent answered. “The entrances and exits have all healed. The club will stop the scene if there's too much blood, so I reserve the larger diameters for play at home."

Leaning forward, her tongue traversed the sides of Jacob's cock through the bars of the jailbird before flicking the edge of the head, where the metal pressed into it.