Pleasure Bound

“I’ll go first,” Zeke said. “Marie, come here.”

She leaned close and he whispered something in her ear.

“But, Master—”

“No buts. Just do as you’re told.”

She hung her head. “Yes, Master.” She walked toward Ty, then crouched in front of him. Despite her mock resistance, her dusky rose nipples were tight beads.

She placed her hand on his cheek, her fingers curling around his ear, and she pressed her lips to his. Her tongue pressed between his lips and curled inside his mouth. He wrapped his free arm around her waist and drew her closer and sucked her tongue deep inside, then stroked it with his own.

He kissed her hungrily. Her hard nipples spiked against his chest as they elongated even more. He tugged her against him, gliding his tongue inside her, kissing her more deeply.

Finally, he released her. She nearly panted for breath as she pushed herself to her feet, then stood beside him, awaiting his command.

“Your turn,” Zeke said.

Fifteen

Okay, this could get very interesting.

“Go to Zeke and take off his shirt.”

Ty watched her walk toward Zeke, her gorgeous behind swaying. She stroked her hands over Zeke’s shoulders, then down his chest to his shirt button and released it, then the next. With each new button released, his shirt parted more, revealing hard muscle and ink beneath. She eased the fabric from his shoulders and the shirt fell to the floor, revealing Zeke’s broad chest.

An impressive tattoo of a heavily scaled dragon, its long serpentine body coiled around his upper left arm, extended across his chest. Rather than fierce, its expression seemed almost benevolent. The three claws and the slender body indicated a Japanese dragon, which often represented strength, power, and protection. The golden color of the striking creature indicated attributes such as wisdom, kindness, and perseverance.

Zeke had grown since their younger days, stepping away from the fierce western dragons that represented dark emotions, such as anger and aggression. Like the matching ones they’d had inked on their backs. That’s why Ty had had his reworked to be a phoenix, wanting to leave that fierceness behind him.

“Stroke the dragon,” Ty said and watched in fascination as Marie’s delicate hand stroked over Zeke’s chest, following the line of his elegant tattoo. “Now kiss it.”

She leaned forward and kissed the dragon’s nose, then along its head. Her hand flattened below his right shoulder as she glided down to the dragon’s mouth, then dragged her tongue along its tongue.

He wanted to stroke his cock as he watched her tongue caress Zeke’s chest, but he held himself back. His gaze glided over Zeke’s hard nipples and he wanted Marie to do more.

“Toy with his nipples.”

Her fingers found Zeke’s nipple and Ty licked his lips as he watched her tweak it, then take the other in her mouth and nibble, then suck. Ty’s own nipples hardened to beads and his mouth went dry.

He couldn’t decide what he wanted more. To be Zeke feeling Marie’s hand and mouth cajoling his nipples to hard arousal. Or to be Marie, toying with Zeke’s hard little bead in his mouth, and feeling the firmness of his other nipple between his fingertips.

“Now stroke his cock,” Ty said, barely aware he’d spoken, mesmerized by Marie’s hand stroking over Zeke’s chest.

He imagined he was one with Marie, her hand now stroking down Zeke’s abs, feeling those sculpted muscles beneath his fingertips, then over his low-hanging jeans. She stopped, just a hairbreadth from the bulge pushing along his fly.

“Our slave is resisting,” Zeke said.

“Do as I commanded, slave,” Ty said, his excitement lending a sharpness to his voice.

She ran her fingers along the tip of the bulge, then stroked up and down several times, slowly. Ty could imagine the feel of Zeke’s big cock under the denim, pushing against it to be freed.

Ty licked his lips again, his own cock squeezing hard against his jeans.

Zeke took her hand and guided it to the tab of his zipper. “I’m sure Ty meant my naked cock. Right, Ty?”

He should say no.

But he couldn’t. He wanted to see Zeke’s cock.