Without being told, Rebecca retreated to the bed’s head rail. Her eyes were wide, her breathing nearly as broken up as Trey’s.
“Prisoner,” Zane said, his manner all authority. “You’re going to take ten strikes, and you’ll count them aloud for me.”
Trey counted. Each stiff blow was hard. At first they were welcome, because they helped him back off the edge, but soon they excited him as well. For whatever reason, he was wired to respond that way. His ass was on fire within a minute, his inner muscles twitching with their desire to be fucked. Zane seemed unlikely to satisfy that craving in front of Rebecca—a fact that only made Trey want it more. He wanted to fuck and be fucked simultaneously. The instant he acknowledged the desire he knew he was stuck with it. This was his obsession, the yearning no amount of wooden paddles could beat from him. He wanted Zane and Rebecca at the same time.
“Ten,” he rasped with all the frustration he had in him.
Zane ceased swinging. Sensation throbbed through Trey’s whole body.
“Do you want your reward?” Zane asked sternly.
“Yes, sir,” Trey answered, a response Zane only drew from him sometimes.
“‘Yes, sir,’” he repeated with the faintest wisp of a sneer. “That’s polite, prisoner. I’d double your reward, except I know you prefer suffering.”
“He’ll need protection,” Rebecca said softly. “Would you do that for me?”
She tossed Zane a condom, and he caught it. There was a little pause. “For you,” he said, huskiness in the words. “I’d do anything.”
He walked up the side of the bed to roll the rubber on. With absolute fascination, Rebecca watched his hands on Trey’s cock. Zane didn’t fumble under her regard. He was too accustomed to handling Trey. Cranked up by the whole situation, Trey’s balls jerked closer to his body.#p#分页标题#e#
“Will that do?” Zane asked when the task was done.
Rebecca’s eyes flicked from Trey to him. Did she realize she could order Zane to touch him more? He’d shown her more deference than any previous play partner. She pressed one finger thoughtfully to her cheek. Her next words flashed through Trey like a rocket trail.
“You could have caressed him more,” she observed, “around the balls or shaft, but I admit he looks well prepared.”
“If I’d excited him more, he might not last through his reward.”
“True,” she said.
“What’s my reward?” Trey dared to ask.
“You took ten strokes from me,” Zane said. “You can have ten strokes inside her. If you survive them without coming, I’ll use the quirt on you.”
Trey groaned, the reaction as unavoidable as his hard breathing. Under normal circumstances, ten strokes inside her would be a breeze. Under these, they might in truth finish him.
“Grab the head rail,” Zane said. “Only your cock can touch her while you do this.”
Rebecca moved down the mattress while he moved up. She’d bent her knees, but Zane pulled the leg nearest to him down. “Keep this flat. You don’t want to spoil my view.
Rebecca’s lips parted for a quick breath. Trey concluded they hadn’t pre-planned this part, and it excited her.
“I’ll aim your cock for you,” Zane told him.
It wasn’t all Trey wanted, but it was good. Zane’s hot fingers placed his head at her creaming gate.
“There,” he said. “You may push now, prisoner.”
Trey pushed . . . and let out a helpless whimper as his broad crown went in. Her body gave for him easily: soft, wet, clinging to his throbbing cock all over. When he was fully seated, he looked at her.
“Please don’t move,” he begged in an undertone.
“I’ll do my best,” she promised breathily.
He took his ten strokes as slowly as he could, savoring them, gritting his teeth in places, but adoring that he could make her moan with him. She had a hard time keeping her right leg flat. Her knee wanted to come up. On the third stroke, she stretched up to grip the head rail, needing something to hang onto to keep herself from squirming. Her breasts lifted on her ribcage, her nipples tight with arousal. When Trey saw that, every cell in his body wanted to go at her full speed, to satisfy the desire her squirms signified. If this had been any other night, he’d have pumped at her and pumped at her until they both screamed with climaxes. Ignoring the urge, he pulled out carefully at ten.
Zane had been watching closely. They heard him breathing beside the bed.
As Trey’s butt settled on his shackled ankles and he laid his hands flat atop his thighs, he couldn’t have been more aware that he was chained and cuffed.