“Hi, Ty. This is Marie. Could you come over for a minute?”
“Why?” He knew Zeke was over there. He’d heard them make the date.
“Um … Zeke and I just want to talk to you.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Please?”
Ah, damn. “All right. I’ll be over in a minute.”
He finished putting his dishes in the dishwasher, wondering why the hell they were pushing this. His anger with Zeke had fizzled in the face of discovering these strange feelings for him and Ty had started to wonder if the real reason he’d rejected Zeke was because of this disturbing attraction rather than because he really believed Zeke had stolen Ashley from him.
He poured the detergent in and started the machine, then walked down the hall to Marie’s apartment. He knocked on the door.
Zeke opened the door almost immediately.
“Hey, man. Come on in.”
He stepped inside, noticing Marie standing in the middle of the room, wearing a black coat. Were they on the way out?
“Look, I already talked to Marie,” Ty said to Zeke, “and—”
Marie flung open her coat and dropped it to the floor. Ty’s jaw nearly dropped to the ground after it.
Ty stared at Marie as she stood there in a black leather harness held together with black O-rings, straps crisscrossing her body, but covering nothing. His cock swelled at the sight of her perfect round breasts surrounded by the black leather straps, the dusky nipples tightened to hard nubs. A patch of leather covered her pussy, but it looked like it could peel away easily.
She wore six-inch black spike heels that made her legs look sensational. She turned around in a slow circle, and he saw that the patch of leather covering her pussy narrowed to a strap gliding between her cheeks to attach to another strap at her waist.
“Marie told me you were reluctant to join us again, but we thought this might convince you otherwise,” Zeke said.
Ty could barely stop from drooling.
“We have a little game we thought you might like. Basically, we’ll take turns ordering our reluctant slave to perform whatever actions we like. Are you up for it?” Zeke asked.
Up for it? Damn, his cock was nearly splitting his pants open.
“Uh … yeah.”
“Okay. First things first. Ty, why don’t you sit on the couch. Marie,
the drinks.”
“Yes, Master.”
Oh God, he loved hearing her say that.
She turned and disappeared through the kitchen door. Ty sat down, folding his hands together on his knees. Why the hell wasn’t he racing for the door?
Marie returned, her breasts softly bouncing as she carried a tray to the coffee table in front of him. He couldn’t prise his gaze from her breasts. Yeah, that would be why.
They swayed nicely as she bent in front of him to set down the tray. She picked up one of the tall, frosty glasses of beer and handed it to him, then picked up the other one and carried it to Zeke. Her nearly naked ass also swayed nicely as she walked.
“Thank you,” Zeke said.
She stood beside him and waited.
Zeke took a sip of his beer, then stood up. Ty followed suit.