I nodded and licked my lips.
“Do you suppose that’s part of your punishment?” he asked, nodding down at Neil.
My Sir released Emir’s cock with a wet pop. “I’d quite like to give her the rest of her punishment.”
“I’d quite like to come in your mouth, but I suppose I have to wait?” Emir teased him.
I didn’t giggle, even though I wanted to. I would be breaking my role. But I loved the look on Neil’s face, the small, shocked smile he gave Emir and the warm affection behind it.
Maybe it should have threatened me, knowing that my husband had feelings for Emir. But I’d learned a lot about love since Neil had come into my life, and the most important so far had been that feelings weren’t finite; he could love me and Emir, at the same time but differently.
“While I would love to swallow every drop,” Neil replied, pausing to run his tongue around the swollen red head of Emir’s penis, “Perhaps we should move on. I’m sure Chloe is dying to know what her punishment is.”
Dying to know, and dreading it all the same. My Sir stood and grabbed me with one hand in my hair, the other around my shackled wrists. I had no choice but to stagger to my feet or get dragged.
The large bondage frame in the center room awaited, and delicious panic curled up though me. Once they restrained me there, I would be helpless.
Emir helped me step onto the small footrests that would prevent my upper body from being burdened with too much weight. Suspension was fun, but I drew the line at actual crucifixion. Neil hooked my shackled wrists to the center of
the bar over my head and fixed my ankles to the sides of the frame.
“Nothing too tight? No muscle strain?” he asked, checking my arms, once again.
“No, Sir,” I answered.
“When your arms get tired, tell me,” he instructed. He could make even safety considerations sound like a threat, threading them seamlessly into our play. I was never in real danger, but he was so good at making it seem like I might be.
“Emir, I believe you have a surprise for Chloe?” Neil said, and I took the humor in his voice as a warning.
“I will go and get that,” Emir said, and he padded off to the comfort room, his bare feet slapping the floor.
Our canes were stored just steps away, hanging vertically on two ornate racks. They all differed in material, finish, and diameter. Some were shorter and had curled ends, like a handle Neil could hold so he could really give me a hard over-the-knee spanking. He walked slowly to the racks and let his fingers linger on the heaviest of the canes, the one I was actually quite afraid of. When he lifted his hand to select the thinnest we had, I sucked in a breath. I was both relieved and apprehensive; I was glad he hadn’t gone with the first one, but the thin rattan stung like a bastard. He chose the straight cane. He could grip that with two hands.
He stepped up to me and gently flicked the tip of the cane between my breasts. He would never actually strike me there with the implement. He drew the cane slowly down my body, anticipation running ahead of it, waking my skin and exciting every nerve.
“Are you ready, Sophie?” he asked, now that we were alone.
I bucked against my bonds as the end of the cane came nearer and nearer to my vulva. “Yes, Sir.”
He let the polished end of the rattan slip between my labia, over my clit, and I whimpered.
“Playing without me?” Emir called, and I jerked my head up. He carried something in his hands. I squinted as I tried to make it out. He held it up with a smirk.
It was a long chunk of…ginger. Those sons of…
“I thought you might like to try,” Sir said. He walked behind me and ran his hands down my sides, curving under to cup my buttocks. He parted my cheeks and slowly withdrew the plug. My face went hot with shame. I didn’t know why I still felt like butt stuff was dirty beyond anything else we did, but at least that hang-up made it more hot for me.
“Do you know what this is for, Chloe?” Emir asked, coming so close I could smell the spice of the root, which shined wetly.
I nodded, my mouth suddenly dry in fear and anticipation. Neil and I had talked about this particular act, but never actually done it. It had been one of those “maybe sometime” things that neither of us had been so interested in that we’d absolutely had to do it. I’d never explicitly ruled it out.
“And is this…green?” Emir smirked as I nodded. He leaned forward and brushed his lips across my cheek, whispering, “This will burn.”
It was a good thing the frame could bear my weight, because my knees went weak.
Emir moved behind me, continuing, “There’s a notch in it, so it won’t slip too far inside.” The peeled root touched my skin. He pushed the tip between my cheeks, found my hole and, without any further preparation, shoved it in. Though the plug had already loosened me up, the ginger wasn’t lubed—that would have defeated its ultimate purpose—and the sudden force made me shout.
“There,” he said, satisfied with his work. “Leif? I believe you were about to give me a lesson?”