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The idea of Jacob having to hold his foot in position, punishment for moving it when she spanked him, finally nudged her over. Once the orgasm started, it didn't stop, but went on and on and on. Every time the spasms slowed, Jacob finessed fingers or tongue and rocketed her over the edge again. She was still shuddering when Zach came in her mouth, still spasming after she'd swallowed it all down, still quivering when Brent made a few quiet climax sounds and finished up.

Dana rolled sideways as she began to return from orbit, off Jacob's mouth before he had a chance to get her going once more. She forgot about her back and felt the bruises as they bore her weight, but didn't care about a little pain in that instant.

"Oh, god."

Brent and Zach both laughed. She rolled onto her side, off her back, and started to fold herself into Jacob's embrace, but hesitated, concerned she'd hurt Zach's feelings.

She looked up at Zach. “I don't know who to go to. Jacob's right here, I'm gonna lay on him until ordered elsewhere.” She shifted focus to Brent. “Can I release his hands?"

Brent nodded and she flicked the connectors open before stretching her body beside Jacob's, resting her head on his shoulder and settling in when he wrapped his arm around her.

Zach had already zipped up and tucked his shirt in, and he sat on the bed beside them, still in full Dom mode. “The two of you look too comfortable to disturb, but you need a few more pumps. I'm giving you three this time."

Her orgasm had relaxed her enough so the plug wasn't hurting anymore, but when he pumped it her entire body tightened in reflex at the sharp burn. “Oh, Sir. It's too much, please, back it off. Please."

"Give it two minutes and we'll see how you're handling it. Breathe for me."

Jacob massaged her sacrum as she'd rubbed him earlier, and Zach said, “That's good, let Jacob help you relax. Deep breaths, concentrate on his hand and not the plug."

Damn, she wanted to smart off, tell him to cram it up his ass and relax; but she worked to do as he said, his voice sinking into her, making her want to please him. She focused on Jacob's hand, wiggled her toes, and the torment faded, the burn going from blaze to simmer.

Dana looked over at the play-space; saw Brent cleaning up. Zach followed her gaze. “Lay still, I'll help wipe everything down since it seems the two of you are taking care of your own aftercare."

He didn't sound upset, but she needed to be sure. “Zach? Sir?"

He stopped, turning to look at her without speaking.

"This is just how we ended up. I didn't mean to—"

"It's okay.” His smile matched his words, and she relaxed inside. “I find myself turned on, watching him soothe you as I hurt you. We can't explore it much this weekend, but if Brent and Jacob can be persuaded to pay us a visit when you've fully healed, perhaps we can work something out."

Brent looked at Zach, his face thoughtful. “I never allow other men to Top Jacob, only very select women. Your scenario would require your letting him know what he could and couldn't do.” He smiled. “That's not Topping, though—you'd draw those boundaries for anyone playing with your sub. We could work with the idea he's there to soothe his Lady, but can't take liberties he hasn't been given, and isn't obligated to follow your suggestions."

"This is new for the two of you, isn't it? Someone Topping him who's submissive to another?"

"It is, but I'm interested in pursuing things if the two of you are. I promised Jacob when we negotiated his slave contract that I'd arrange for him to have time with women, or a woman, as I saw fit. I like Dana, and I trust her with him. I don't know you well yet, but so far I like you. Also, you seem emotionally secure enough to handle this type of relationship."

"I can see us getting together for a weekend every couple of months. Not sure I'm up for more—not yet, anyway. I'd like to play host next time, invite the two of you to Chattanooga."

Jacob's hand rubbed her lower back again, and she propped up on an elbow, looking down at him. He didn't have to say anything; his smile told her he was happy with what they were hearing.

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Chapter Twenty-One

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Dana watched Zach and Jacob leave their little oasis in the middle of the labyrinth, both clothed and talking about classic cars, of all things. When they were gone, she turned to Brent.

"I'm glad we're getting a chance to talk. You and Jacob are so in tune with each other; I'm in awe of your connection, and I'm thrilled for you."

"Thanks. I love him very much, and work hard to assure he's happy with our relationship—even when he hates what I'm doing to him. He belongs to me, so I can make him unhappy and uncomfortable if I wish, but that's usually reserved for when I feel he needs our Owner and slave dynamic reinforced. Does that make me the slave, in a distorted sort of way?"