Something dark flashed in his eyes-was he jealous? Angry? Or just incredibly turned on?
Sam patted her cheeks and walked around the bed to the other side of the room. “Stick your beautiful ass up in the air as high as you can, sweet pea. We want to make sure Mark has a good view, after all.”
She adjusted her body as he’d directed, feeling a curious mix of vulnerability and excitement.
Sam typed something into the computer and grunted to himself. He scrolled the mouse and clicked a few times, then picked up a remote, aimed it at the televisions at each end of the bed.
Mark whistled softly as a picture of her ass filled the monstrous screen. “Fuck, Sam, you got this room wired up that quickly?”
Sam grinned. “Hey, it’s the twenty-first century, ol’ buddy. Wide-screen, high-def plasma. Only the best for this boy. I’m recordin’ it too-I’ll give you the disk when we’re done.”
“What? Recording what?” Jodi scrambled upright, covering her breasts, only to realize the camera was now focusing on her crotch. With a foul curse, she grabbed the biggest pillow from the bed and held it in front of her. “No. No, this is not happening. I refuse to find this uploaded on YouTube tomorrow.”
“Relax, sweet pea, you and Mark will have the only copy. I promise.” Sam opened a cupboard beside the bed, pulled out a bag. He winked at her. “Of course if you choose to post it on the Net, I can’t stop you. It won’t hurt my reputation none.”
Jodi shook her head. “No. No recording whatsoever. I don’t like the idea of it falling into the wrong hands.”
Sam’s bottom lip jutted out, reminding Jodi of a child whose favorite toy had just been taken away.
Mark shared a look with Jodi, his gaze hot as he glanced at her barely covered breasts. “Can you leave the cameras on but not record?”
A smile slowly spread across Sam’s face, lighting it up. “Sure can. Sweet pea, why don’t you get back into position over Mark’s lap?”
As she repositioned herself, she heard him tapping on the laptop and suddenly different images appeared on the screens. The one over the bed zoomed in on Mark’s face, the one at the end of the bed showed an up-close- and-personal view of her glistening labia.
She squirmed as the camera zoomed out slightly, and her ass came into view. As if she didn’t feel self- conscious enough about her butt; seeing it in high-definition wide-screen wasn’t exactly good for the ego. Instead she concentrated on Mark, on the sweat gathering on his forehead. He wasn’t watching the television at all, but her ass. She wiggled her hips to deliberately taunt him. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple, his hands flexing on the chains as if he wanted to reach out and touch her.
Sam opened a cabinet beside the bed and removed a box, placing it on the coverlet beside her. “I understand you enjoy a little anal play, Jodi. Or was Mark shinin’ me on?”
Jodi turned her head to stare at the bulge in Sam’s pants. The muscles in her ass clenched at the thought of being penetrated by the thick cock outlined in black leather. “Um, I like it when he does it.”
A grin split Sam’s face when he saw where Jodi was looking. He cupped his bulging groin. “You worrying that ol’ Sam Junior here’s not gonna fit into that tight little ass of yours? Well now, you don’t worry ’bout a thing, sweet pea, ’cause I’m gonna prepare you so it won’t hurt.”
“Go slow, Sam, she’s real tight,” Mark warned, which made her ass tighten even more.
Moments later, she felt the bed dip beneath Sam’s weight. Huge gel-covered fingers came into the camera’s view, briefly hovered over her ass. They separated her cheeks, spread the cool gel around her entrance. One finger penetrated her knuckle-deep, pressed farther, spreading the gel deep inside of her. Watching what Sam was doing on the wide screen, and feeling it at the same time was a strange sensation but knowing Mark was watching another man touching her ass was a turn-on she’d never expected.
Her eyes widened when a bright red butt plug came into view, pressed against her opening. That sucker was huge, way bigger than any man’s cock she’d ever seen. And definitely bigger than the plug Mark had bought for her when they’d first tried anal sex.
“It’s too big.” Her breath caught in her throat. She tried to move away but his hands held her firmly in place.
“It’s just the camera-remember they say it adds ten pounds?” Sam chuckled.
He leaned over, his leather pants cool against the back of her thighs as he whispered into her ear, “Trust me. I know how much Mark loves watching me fucking a woman’s ass.”
Mark groaned. “Way to remind Jodi of my past lovers, Watson.”
Sam caressed her neck, then moved lower, easing the tension that had crept into her shoulders. But for all his efforts, Jodi tensed when the tip of the plug intruded.
“Just take nice slow, deep breaths, and think how much fun it’s going to be tormenting old Mark over there.”
“You don’t have to do this, Jodi,” Mark rasped. “You can still tell him to stop.”
“I’m okay.” Her ass burning, she scrunched her eyes closed as the plug penetrated the first tight ring.
“Just relax, Jodi. Remember to breathe.” Sam pressed the plug deeper in a relentless motion. “I’m not hurting you now, am I, sweet pea?”
Jodi shook her head. “No, it just feels weird knowing it’s not Mark touching me there.”
And hot. So hot. Her pussy ached to be filled too.
“Open your eyes. Watch how hot Mark’s getting. See how he’s straining against those restraints?”
Mark’s lips were white as he captured them between his teeth, the veins in his biceps stood out in stark relief as his grip on the chains tightened.
Sam whispered, his free hand stroking her ass in a gentle caress. “He’s like a dog ready to attack. To protect you. Or to take you for his own.”
With a smooth movement, Sam pushed the butt plug up as far as it would go, then pulled her from Mark’s lap until she was draped over his arm like a femme fatale in a thirties movie. A sizzling jolt shot up her spine when he tugged on the nipple clamp with his teeth. With a final tug, he lay her down beside Mark and returned to the laptop.
“Spread your legs real wide for me. You can lean against Mark if you want but face out so I can taste your sweet honey some more.”
Squirming until she was cradled between Mark’s arm and body, she arranged her legs at the side of bed and rested her head on Mark’s chest. Despite the size of the plug that stretched her ass, she was surprisingly comfortable. Though it was definitely larger than the one she had at home, this plug really wasn’t as big as it had looked. It must have been the camera accentuating the size, she decided.
The images on the television changed to two of her from different angles, one zoomed in close to her groin, the other showing her full body from above the bed. Sam crawled onto the bed and lifted one of her legs over his shoulder. With a bright grin, he glanced up at her. “I’ve been looking forward to this all night.”
He lowered his head. Fascinated, Jodi watched on the big screen as he ran his tongue up her labia, felt the thick warmth swirl in intricate patterns, never quite touching her clitoris. The carnal intrusion shot bolts of energy to every nerve ending, starting a smoldering fire that quickly burst into a conflagration when his tongue finally touched her core.
She grabbed at the silk comforter on either side of her hips, gasping, arching her hips. A broad hand lay flat across her belly, holding her in place.
“Don’t make me tie you down too.” His words rippled against her sensitized flesh, rumbled through her bones and set off another firestorm.
“Jodi? Open your eyes. Look at Mark.”
When had she closed them? Her lids heavy, she turned her head and saw sweat running down Mark’s brow, his fingers alternately opening then closing around the chains.
“Oh, baby, I wish that was me going down on you.” His voice sounded rough, like he’d been singed by the flames she was sure were shooting from her.
Sam drew back for a moment and dragged a finger over her labia, dipped it into her pussy. He smeared her cream across her mouth then dipped his head again, thrusting his tongue into her pussy.
“Let me lick it off you, baby,” Mark whispered. “Let me taste what Sam’s tasting.”
Arching her back, Jodi captured Mark’s mouth with her own, tasting the salty sweat on his upper lip. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, mimicking Sam’s motions.
