"I made you off balance. I can feel more heat from your left side than your right.” She pulled all the way out, watching his ass stay open a few seconds before closing around the emptiness. Lining up, she slid back in until the heat of his thighs touched hers, and leaned over him again, rubbing lightly over his shoulders and the tops of his arms, speaking softly. “I'll even you out in a minute, but this feels wonderful.” She pumped, but it was awkward at this angle, so she plunged in and held. “Part of me wishes you could get an erection, could enjoy this; but I have to admit, the idea of your cock trapped in that horrid cage, so you can't get hard, is a huge turn-on."
She raised up, wrapped her fingers around his hip bones, and began slowly invading and retreating, learning the rhythm of how far back she could go until the head was at his entrance, and the best angle for pushing and pulling, so the dildo rubbed her in the loveliest places. When she was close to climax she stepped back, retrieved the paddle, used one hand to sooth as the other spanked.
Another thirty strikes, to his right cheek this time, and he fought to remain in place once more as he bent a leg up for a quick second near the end, but kept his body motionless. She gave the final two strokes at full strength again before tossing the paddle onto the worktable and sliding her fuchsia cock back into him before he'd recovered from the spanking.
She'd already forgotten the lifted leg, but the rules apparently didn't allow for even a raised foot. Brent's voice was stern as he said, “A minor infraction, Jacob—don't think I didn't see it. We'll deal with it later, along with your disobedience at dinner. No need to acknowledge, I know you hear me."
Brent's statement almost pushed her over the edge, and she finally looked at Zach, surprised to see he had his cock out, slowly stroking himself. “Please, can I come, Sir?"
He smiled, and she was sure he was going to say yes, but his head went from side to side. “No."
She gave Jacob another half dozen strokes and stopped, buried inside of him as she clenched around the inner dildo and an orgasm threatened to launch, whether she wanted to or not.
"You're not going to let me come while I'm topping him.” She didn't say it as a question, didn't look at him, kept her gaze focused on Jacob's back.
"Very perceptive. Take as long as you like; I'm enjoying this immensely. When you're done with him you can get on your knees and suck me."
She tilted her head back to him, met his eyes, and melted inside. “I need another couple of minutes here, first."
"Take your time, I'm not rushing you."
She wanted to call bullshit—not allowing release until she came to him could only be defined as rushing. She kept it to herself, though, because in a twisted kind of way, it was a huge turn-on. Besides, she'd asked him to take control, and couldn't get upset at the way he chose to do it.
After another dozen controlled, frustrating, strokes, she slowly drug her cock out of Jacob, watching his ass once again take a few seconds to close. Damn, that was hot.
She quickly spread her legs and removed the dildo; tossing it into the same bowl she'd put the plug, before laying her body over Jacob's, massaging his upper back, comforting him. “Okay, Jacob, time to stand. We'll do it together—let go with your hands."
She stood with him, her arms enveloping him, steadying him. She held him a long moment—her cheek against his back—before turning him to face her.
"Kiss me, Jacob. Show me how much you wish your cock wasn't surrounded in steel, how badly you want to pleasure me with it."
He took control of the kiss, wrapping one arm around her waist, supporting the base of her head with his other, and leaning her backwards, his mouth ravishing hers as if he were starved for her. She draped a leg up and over his hip and he pushed his trapped cock towards her pussy, the warm metal a surprise at first, then a turn on as it pressed against her folds.
He didn't stop until she gently nudged his shoulder with her hand, but as soon as she did he gracefully stood them both back up.
"Wow, thank you. I...” she sighed. “I have to return you to your Master now."
There was so much more she wanted to say, and he must have seen it in her eyes. He spoke softly, his lips skimming her cheek. “It's okay, we can talk later. Go to Zach; let him take care of you."
She nodded and escorted him to Brent, symbolically placing Jacob's hand into the larger man's. Brent smiled, eyes twinkling, and waved her towards her Master.
She walked to Zach, gracefully dropping to her knees at his feet without being told, knowing she needed to get into the right headspace with him, hoping he'd help her with the transition.
He zipped himself back up before leaning forward to kiss her forehead. “I'd love to put you over my lap and spank your ass red, but I'll have to make do with a plug."