"Ah, there they are."
She jumped, startled to see Brent and Zach already there.
"How did you...."
Jacob laughed. “I told you, shortcuts."
Walking to Zach for a hug, she said, “This is magical, if you took a shortcut you should go the long way out when we leave, so you can... I can't explain it.” She turned to Brent. “I'm in awe. I never imagined anything this grand when you were fantasizing about it."
"Thank you, I'm pleased with it.” He looked at Jacob and said, “Strip."
Dana recognized Brent's no-nonsense scene face as Zach said, “You too, Dana. Clothes off."
She took the room in—a large bed dominated the space, a simple St. Andrew's Cross fastened to the wall, a padded sawhorse in a corner, and a winch above her, the motor mounted inside one of the turrets. She swiveled back to Zach, the look in his eyes telling her she'd already dawdled too long, and reached for the waistband of her yoga pants, her insides igniting as she did.
"We'd like to see you fuck Jacob, so we'll give you a little while to play with him before I take too much control. You don't have permission to come. You'll be pussy-whipped if you do, as I think it's about the only spot I can safely punish right now. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir.” Dana's libido jumped to attention. She'd asked Zach to resume control after dinner, and was happy to fall under his spell again.
He put a condom on the short end of a strange dildo. “Over here, pet. Put your foot on the chair; use my shoulder for balance if you need to."
Jacob was kneeling at Brent's feet, his back to her, with Brent leaning forward, talking quietly as he fondled his lover's hair. The two of them had such a special connection; she could see it in Brent's eyes.
She walked to Zach and put her leg on the chair, gazing into his face and feeling her heart pulled to him, linking them. She understood they could be headed towards the kind of relationship Jacob and Brent had, if they didn't screw it up.
Zach kissed her softly and leaned down, running his fingers through her folds. He fingered her, teasing her, pulling her wetness inside out onto her lips. It wasn't until he finally slid the shorter end of the peculiar toy into her pussy that she realized it was made for her to fuck Jacob. She stroked the dildo flagrantly jutting in front of her, arching up like a real cock—a fuchsia one, but still, a nice sized weapon.
He touched her leg and she set it down, stifling a gasp as the dildo inside shifted with the movement.
"Turn and look at your Lady,” said Brent. “I believe she's ready for you."
Jacob swiveled his head, his eyes focusing on her cock, then to her face, as a huge smile brightened his countenance.
"You like this? The idea of my fucking you?"
"Yes, M'Lady. It's another way for you to possess me."
"Stand up, turn around."
He still had the jailbird on, cock soft for now, but she'd soon change that.
Brent stretched his feet in front of him, ankles crossed, comfortable. “It works like a strap-on, without needing a harness. I understand you'll need to play with the angle, but once you get it figured out it's supposed to give a considerable amount of pleasure to the person doing the fucking."
Zach handed her a condom. “I can't wait to watch you put this on."
She tore open the wrapper, laid it on the tip, smoothed it down the length. Stroking her own cock felt powerful—preparing the tool she'd use to invade his ass, his eyes watching her every move. Not to mention, moving the large outer dildo made the smaller one shift around inside her pussy as the connector between stimulated her clit.
She looked at Jacob. “The condom's an ultra-ribbed. Are you still tender from last night?"
"Yes, Ma'am. Brent likes to keep me sore sometimes. He may not do it for months, but then will keep me raw and tender for weeks, so I feel him with every step. This plug has been murder today."
Glancing at Brent, she said, “Are there paddles out here? One that'll sting, not thud."
He nodded towards a wooden chest. “Second drawer—the Lexan and leather will both sting, but feel free to choose any of them."
The Lexan paddle had wicked holes, but she wasn't looking to give him intense pain, so she lifted the leather one, felt of the weight and balance, and returned to Jacob.
"This isn't punishment; I want your ass rosy red before I fuck it. I want the heat of it to burn my thighs and stomach when I bury my cock in you. Lean over the horse, do I need to restrain you?"
Brent stood as Jacob walked to the sawhorse. “He can control himself. Bind him to the horse if you wish, but he'll stay where you put him either way. Let's adjust the supports so he'll be at the right height to fuck when you're ready. When the large pink dot on the side lines up with the base of your cock let me know."