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He looked like he didn't know what to do with his hands, so she figured she'd help him out. “Hands at the back of your head, Jacob—stand tall for me, and spread your legs."

He immediately complied and she reached under his balls to feel for the plug, his cock growing a little when her fingers wiggled it. She pushed it up, released it, allowing gravity to pull it back down. He swelled more, and his groan was like music to her ears—so she did it again.

She played with the plug while torturing him with her tongue, and before long he'd expanded as far as the jailbird would allow, his skin ballooning up between the bars, red and angry and trapped. Jacob's groan echoed frustration and pain, but she didn't stop tormenting him. She pulled one of his balls into her mouth, gently applying pressure, his moans became almost frantic, going straight to her core every time, sending a welcoming buzz through her veins.

She worked herself into a frenzy before remembering she wasn't allowed to come, and she sat back, breathing through it, motioning for Jacob to sit on the floor beside her. He rested his head on her leg as she stroked his hair, soothing him.

When her arousal level was manageable again, she looked at Zach and said, “The line between pleasure and pain is so narrow, sometimes you can't tell them apart."

He shook his head, smiling. “I'll have to take your word for it; I've never had that particular problem."

"Maybe you haven't taken either to extreme? Think of it as the face of a clock. Imagine the six, pointing down, is no feeling at all. A three is what most people consider intensely pleasurable, and a nine is what the majority would deem exceptionally painful."

She paused, letting it sink in, and he said, “So what's twelve?"

Smiling, pleased he saw where she was heading, she said. “Let's go back to three and nine—if you can power past either of them, the closer you get to twelve the more bleed-over there is from the other side. So when you're at five minutes after the top of the hour, which is way beyond normal pleasure, there's a touch of pain involved. When you're at five minutes till, it's agony beyond comprehension, with a little bliss mixed in. If you can power past pleasure you get to pain, and if you can endeavor beyond pain you eventually get to nirvana. At twelve exactly, it's merely sensation, you can't tell which you're feeling. It's both, but neither. If you're played just right you can hover between pleasure and pain... No, on top of them, or maybe swimming in both. Yeah, awash in them—feeling every extreme of bliss and agony at the same time."

Jacob looked up. “That's perfect. I'd never thought of it that way, but you're right.” He looked over at Zach. “Just after you come, when your dick is super-sensitive, and it hurts to touch? That's sort of what she's talking about, when it feels so good it's a little painful."

"Okay, I get that. When I pulled my hamstring I experimented around with using electricity to help with rehab, and I found a few sensations that wavered between pleasure and pain. I'd forgotten about it, but I can see what you're saying."

They talked until Dana's ass and back began aching. “Can we help with the dishes and then maybe go for a walk? I need to move around, get the blood flowing."

"It won't take five minutes for me to stick everything in the dishwasher,” Brent said. “Why don't you and Jacob go for a walk. Zach can keep me company while I clean up, and we'll meet you in the center of the labyrinth."

"Oh, I remember your ideas for one! Did it turn out like you wanted?"

Brent smiled. “Go see for yourself."

Dana looked at Jacob, peacefully sitting on the floor, naked, appearing comfortable and at ease. “Would you like to put your clothes back on?"

"Let's not require he make decisions now,” Brent said, looking at Jacob. “Put your clothes and shoes on and take your lady to the labyrinth. Let her have a little fun, but don't start her too far back."

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Chapter Nineteen

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Zach watched through the wall of windows as Dana and Jacob walked across the patio onto the lawn. He expected to feel a pang of jealousy when she reached for Jacob's hand, and wondered that he didn't, until she kissed it and, apparently, ordered him to his knees.

As he observed their conversation, he realized he'd never be jealous of anyone on the receiving end of the current expression on her face. She was all Domme as she looked down on Jacob—her posture relaxed, eyes scanning his face and body language as he answered her questions.

Zach glanced at Brent, noted his awareness glued to them in fascination, too. Both Doms had a big stake in this, and Zach needed to better understand the other man's motivation. “Any idea what she's asking him?"