removed his jacket, draped it over the back of a nearby chair, and waited. This was Ryan’s show.
His friend wasted no time in preparing her. “Remove your clothes.”
Shooting Blaze a nervous glance, she did, starting with the tiny leather bra. She unhooked the garment, slid it off her shoulders, and allowed the scrap to fall to the floor. Her breasts were full and high, a bit too perfectly symmetrical. Perhaps surgically enhanced, Blaze mused, but nice.
Her skirt went next, revealing nothing underneath but toned bare skin. The patch between her thighs was trimmed into a neat triangle, and Blaze could only imagine the soft, wet heat at its center. His cock surged, demanding to know for certain. She stood still, eyes downcast, theirs for the taking.
Ryan moved behind her, ran his palms up her sides to her breasts. Pinched and rolled her nipples, evoking a gasp from his lovely sub. “Spread your legs, my love.”
As she complied, her master slid one hand down her flat stomach to the dark triangle. Parted her pussy lips and delved his fingers into her, caressing. “So hot and wet for me and Blaze, aren’t you, pet?”
“Yes, master,” she agreed in a husky voice, leaning back into Ryan.
“You’re going to do as I say, and as a reward, we’ll make you fly. Understand?”
“Oh, yes, sir!” She opened for him a bit more, melting in his hands.
“Very good.” Ryan reached into the front pocket of his black dress shirt and removed a pair of nipple clamps on a delicate silver chain. “Need a little pain, baby?”
“Please, master.”
The poor woman was nearly insensate with need as Ryan clamped one pert nipple, then the other. He gave the chain a tug, clearly pleased at her tortured moan. His lips curved upward in a smile as he looked at Blaze.
“Would you like to taste her, my friend?”
“God, yes.”
The beautiful sub wasn’t the only one needing. Blaze stalked her, hungry. His troubles were forgotten for the moment, his desires demanding to be fed. He knelt between her legs and nuzzled her neat bush, tested the mound hiding beneath with his tongue, and was pleased to find her pussy bare. Slick and damp.
Whimpering, she widened her stance even more as he licked her slit. Burrowed his tongue between her pussy lips and tasted her essence. He ate her, barely aware of Ryan ordering her not to come until he gave her permission. Lord, she was sweet, so sensitive that he didn’t want to stop.
But he finally drew away, not wanting to push her over the edge and cause her to be punished. “Delicious,” he praised, kissing her hip. He rose to his feet to see that Ryan had already undressed while he’d been occupied with tasting Caitlin.
Blaze followed suit, quickly shedding his clothing while his friend grabbed a spreader bar from a nearby table.
“On your knees,” Ryan commanded her.
She knelt and Ryan went to work, spreading her legs and fastening cuffs at each end to her ankles. Next, he secured her wrists behind her back with a pair of padded handcuffs and positioned himself behind her, hands on her ass.
“Is the butt plug driving you insane, pretty baby?” Ryan asked.
“Yes, master,” she whined, wiggling her bottom in search of relief. So needy.
“Excellent. I’m going to torment you, pump it in and out of your tight ass while you suck our friend. And no coming,” he warned.
“No, sir, I won’t!”
Ryan nodded at Blaze, who didn’t need to be invited twice. Blaze stepped up to the bound sub and brought the head of his leaking cock to her lips. She gave the mushroom tip an experimental lick, swiping away the pearly bead. Then she swooped in, bathing his turgid, heated flesh with her clever tongue.
“Fuck yes,” he groaned. “Suck me, darlin’.”
She deep-throated him like a pro. Sucking in a sharp breath, he buried a hand in her silky dark hair, fucked her mouth at his leisure. Slow and deep, down her throat. She wasn’t Emma — no woman could ever match her — but she was good, and he shoved his pain aside. Lost himself in pleasure, his balls tightening. She moaned around him, making his cock hum, and he noted Ryan’s arm moving behind her in tandem with their motions. Tormenting his sub with the plug as promised.
Ryan’s eyes glittered with lust. “That’s it, pet. Suck him. Take him deep while I fuck you hard.” He removed the plug, laid it aside, and positioned his cock between her cheeks.
Blaze nearly exploded as he watched his friend’s thick erection disappear, muscles standing out in relief as he took possession of her body. It was difficult, but he managed to stave off his orgasm as he thrust faster. Fucked her mouth vigorously, but not hard enough to cause her injury.
They found a rhythm, moved smoothly together, groans and the slap of slick flesh proving a decadent sound track. Pressure built in his balls and desire spiraled higher, his need to come almost unbearable.
Ryan drove into her without mercy, fingers digging into her hips. “Shit, I’m close! Not gonna last!”
“Me, either,” Blaze gasped. “Almost there.”
“Fuck, yes!” Ryan thrust twice more, burying himself deep on the second stroke, throwing his head back.
Blaze quickly disengaged from the sub’s mouth and took himself in hand, just in time to keep from coming in her mouth. He wanted to see her bathed in his juices. She tilted her chin up as his cock erupted, shooting ropes of creamy cum all over her face. She lapped eagerly between cries of ecstasy, catching what she could with her tongue as though he was gifting her with the best possible treat.
Blaze cupped one cheek, emptying his balls to the last drop. “God, yes. So good, darlin’. So pretty.”
Ryan slumped, breath sawing in and out of his lungs as he trailed a hand down her spine. “I’m one lucky bastard, huh?”
“Oh, my God.”
The unexpected new voice drew his gaze to the doorway.
The shattered expression on Emma’s face, the hurt in her blue eyes blasted a hole in his heart.
Emma recovered first, her generous mouth twisting into a snarl. Pure hatred burned into his soul. “You motherfucking bastard.”
“Emma, this is—”
“And to think I came here absolutely sure you missed me as much as I missed you,” she hissed, rage barely contained. “I was ready to at least try to be the woman you wanted. I was willing to make an effort to understand and fit into your world. Well, I can see now just how overcome with grief you really are.”
Bile rose in his throat. “Baby, please—”
“Save it, asshole.” Barking a bitter laugh, she tunneled her fingers through her short white-blond hair, and then pointed at his chest, punctuating each word with a jab. “You. Go. To. Hell.”
With that, she spun and left him.
This time for good.
Two
“Why do I have to be a homeless
“Shut up, Ozzie.” Emma Foster raised her subject’s chin, peering into his face as she applied his makeup, adding contours to the wrinkles she’d sculpted around his mouth. “Your whining is making my ears bleed.”
Agent Dean Osborne scowled, which would’ve been an adorable expression on her friend’s handsome mug if he hadn’t been tricked out like a sixty-year-old bag lady. Hard to say what irritated him more: his current situation or the unwanted nickname his friends had given him that called to mind an aging rock star.
