“Wow,” Zeke replied, gaping at her with a wide smile.
“Is breakfast ready yet?” Marie asked.
“Yes, Mistress,” Ty replied.
“Good. Serve it to me in the dining room.”
She turned and walked away. Ty couldn’t drag his gaze from her delightfully swaying ass.
Zeke spooned scrambled eggs from the frying pan to a large bowl as Ty retrieved the tray of bacon from the oven where he’d put it to stay warm. He placed the bacon onto a platter and handed it to Zeke, then grabbed the honey and the plate of toast and followed Zeke into the dining room where Marie sat at the table sipping orange juice. Ty had set one place only—for the Mistress. Zeke set down the plates, then refilled her glass from the pitcher of juice sitting on the table. Ty and Zeke both took a position on either side of the table, standing behind the chairs. Both he and Zeke wore only their boxers, assuming their mistress would appreciate the view of their naked torsos. Ty glanced at the dragon tattooed across Zeke’s sculpted chest and down one muscular arm. Ty certainly appreciated it.
Zeke dropped his gaze, as a good sub should, and so did Ty.
Marie ate in silence, then when she was done, she sat back.
“More coffee.”
Zeke reached for the white insulated coffee jug on the table and filled her mug. Ty added a spoonful of sugar and poured in a little cream, just as she liked it.
“Good. Now take away the rest. Both of you eat quickly. I have plans.”
Ty and Zeke cleared the table, then stood in the kitchen and ate the leftover eggs and bacon. About ten minutes later, Marie strolled into the kitchen and smiled.
“It’s such a lovely day, I think I’d like to go for a ride.”
Did she mean on the Harley? Or could she mean…?
She grinned wickedly. “After all, I have two such studly stallions at my disposal.” She turned. “Follow me.”
Ty glanced at Zeke, who grinned broadly.
“Yes, Mistress,” Ty said at the same time as Zeke.
When they walked into the living room, she picked up a leather harness from a chair and handed it to Zeke.
“I want you to prepare my other stallion. Put on Ty’s harness.” She turned to Ty. “Take off your boxers.”
Ty dropped his shorts. Zeke took the harness, then walked toward Ty. Zeke draped the straps over Ty’s shoulders, then wrapped a strap around his chest and buckled it, then wrapped one around his waist and buckled it. The touch of Zeke’s fingertips playing along Ty’s skin as he adjusted the straps and fastened the buckles sent tingles flashing across his skin. His cock hardened as Zeke grabbed the strap hanging from his waist and slid the metal cock ring over Ty’s cockhead, the cold metal brushing his sensitive skin. Zeke tucked his fingers under Ty’s balls and drew them through the ring, then drew the leather strap under his crotch and up behind him, then attached it to the waist strap.
“Lovely.” Marie’s gaze wandered over him.
His cock swelled within the grip of the cock ring.
“Now I want you to brush him down.” Marie handed Zeke an oval wooden brush with white bristles.
“Yes, Mistress.”
Zeke took the brush and slipped his fingers through the black leather strap on the back and pressed it against Ty’s chest, then began rubbing the soft bristles over Ty’s skin in a circular motion. Round and round across his chest. Zeke’s other hand trailed over the newly stimulated skin as the brush moved on. Over Ty’s shoulders … down his back. Then lower. The soft bristles circled over his butt, then down his thighs.
Ty’s cock rose at the stimulating sensations spiraling through him.
“Good.” Marie walked toward Ty as Zeke stopped brushing and stepped back. She stroked her hand along Ty’s heavily shadowed cheek. “My stallion looks quite handsome.” She took the brush from Zeke and handed it to Ty. “Now you prepare my other stallion.”
Oh God, the thought of touching Zeke like he’d just touched Ty heated his insides … and sent panic skittering through him. But his skin still tingled from Zeke’s thoroug
h attention. And Ty didn’t want to disobey his Mistress.
He took the brush and walked to the chair where the other harness lay in a heap and picked it up.