Scarlett told me she wanted to play this evening after her encounter with Drake’s mother yesterday. She wanted to feel safe under my command, hence why she’d chosen me, but she’d not specified anything else. I had free rein. It’s why I’d chained her up the way I had. She wouldn’t be able to do anything but watch and take what was given to her.
I got up on the bed in front of her and sat back against the headboard. She eyed me with an intense gaze as if she was trying to work out what I would do next. Picking up a little remote control from the side table, I turned on some sensual music, keeping the volume low.
“You like watching me, don’t you, little whore?”
She nodded. This wasn’t just for her. A part of me still needed to embrace the way she saw me. I’d fought so hard to stop feeling like I was second best. Scarlett had helped me. This would be another step forward. One that put me slightly out of my comfort zone, but what the fuck was the point in living in a world where you didn’t grow. Where you didn’t face the things holding you back.
“Keep your eyes on me. I’m going to reward you for being such a good girl.”
I shifted up onto my knees and moved closer, within touching distance, but the way she was restrained made it impossible for her to reach out to me. My fingers went to my shirt buttons, undoing the top one as I bit down on my lip. Never in my life did I think I would be giving someone a striptease, but Scarlett was the girl I would do anything for.
Her eyes widened when she realised what I was doing. I undid the next button, taking it slow as I moved to the music slightly. The muffled moan she made kept me going. Each button exposed more of my skin. Her pupils had fully dilated. She shifted, making the chains above her rattle.
“Do you want to touch me, little whore?”
She nodded vigorously, letting out more muffled noises from behind her gag. I smiled and shook my head.
“Not yet.”
The whine she made had me undoing the last button. With extra care, I tugged my shirt off, letting it fall onto the bed below me. Then I ran my fingers down my abs, showing her what she was missing. Now the chains were really rattling as she strained towards me. My fingers went to my belt, teasing the buckle.
“Is the sight of me making that pussy wet, hmm?”
Oh, but the sounds she made, trying to talk when she knew she couldn’t. Spit dribbled down her chin. I reached out and swiped at it with my thumb before sticking it in my mouth. Her eyes almost bugged out. Her knees shifted. She wanted friction between her legs. Too bad. It was impossible for her to close them.
I tugged the buckle open, undoing my belt to gain access to my zipper. Scarlett’s eyes zoned in on my movements. My fingers ran over my straining cock.
“Do you want to see how hard I am for you?”
She tried to move towards me again, her need coming across in her muffled moans of agreement. I reached out and stroked my fingers across her stomach to tease her. The way her chest rose and fell had me running my fingers up to her chest and stroking around her breasts. Her whines were so needy like she was begging me for more. I pulled my hands away and unzipped my trousers.
“Look.” I stroked my cock through my boxers, “See how much I want you.”
More spit dribbled down her chin. She thrashed in her chains, twisting herself to try to get to me. I smiled at her before shifting off the bed to shuck my trousers. Her eyes followed me, watching as I continued to stroke my cock, but I didn’t reveal it to her.
“I’m going to reward you soon, little whore. Give you everything you need.” I looked over at the chair in the corner. “We both will.”
Scarlett tried to whip her head around to see who I was referring to. She had no idea we weren’t alone. She couldn’t stretch that far. Her protest behind the ball-gag had me reaching out to stroke her side in order to settle her.
“Be a good girl and keep your attention on me.”
Her eyes immediately went to me as I pulled down my boxers, allowing my cock to spring free. I knelt on the bed again, right in front of her as I fisted it between my fingers.
“That’s it, watch me. Look at what you do to me.”
My hand moved up and down my shaft. She couldn’t keep her eyes off it. I couldn’t deny I wanted all of her attention. My need unshackled those final chains wrapped around my wrists, holding me back. Her desperation for me made it very clear. I was at the top of her podium. I was first place.
With my free hand, I reached out and cupped her jaw, stroking my thumb across her bottom lip. Then I indicated with my head to the person in the chair they should join us. Drake rose to his full height and stalked towards the bed. His indigo eyes glittered as he came to a standstill behind her. The crop in his hand rose and struck out across her behind, making her cry out as I held her steady.
“Good girl,” I soothed, my fingers leaving her chin and wrapping around her neck instead. “I’ve got you.”
He struck again. She took it this time, only a muffled whimper sounding from her throat. She shifted against me, her eyes intent on mine. Then they dropped to where I was still stroking myself. The desperation in her expression had me stroking her throat.
“More?”
She nodded. Drake slapped her with the crop again and again. Her moans were a mixture of pleasure and pain behind the gag. He kept going for a few minutes, then he dropped the crop on the bed and knelt behind her, careful not to disturb the spreader bar. His hands ghosted over her shoulders, making her skin prickle. Then he reached up and unbuckled the gag, discarding it on the bed next to us.
“Frankie,” she gasped, “please.”
“Do you want me… or do you want him?”
“Both. I want both.”
“Well, as much as I’d love to give that to you, it’s not what we have planned, my little whore.”
Drake shifted out from behind her, moving up the bed and not saying a word as he settled himself against the headboard facing the two of us. I ran my finger down the centre of her chest.
“What… what are you doing?”
“Wait and see.”
I moved behind her, pressing myself against her back and cupping her throat with my hand. My other hand slid along her stomach. Drake wasn’t wearing anything. His hand was circled around his cock. He’d told me about their conversation yesterday. About how she wanted to watch him. This went one step further. She couldn’t touch him. The only relief she’d get was from me.
“Look at him,” I murmured in her ear. “Watch him like you wanted to.”
Whilst me and Drake weren’t into Prescott’s kinks, we recognised Scarlett liked to watch and be watched. We were willing to give her anything she wanted, including this.
Before she could say a word, I stuck my fingers in her mouth, making her suck on them in time to his stroking. She shifted against me, my cock slipping between her red cheeks. She moaned around my fingers, rubbing against me the best she could. Her attention was on Drake, but I was the one who could touch her and give her pleasure.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”