Lou burst out laughing. 'Oh, darlin', she's got you, now. She doesn't have to do nothin' once she cries "Uncle".'
'Shit, Kate, don't do this to me.' It was much more plea than order.
I cocked my head and contemplated his poor bobbing willy. 'I might suck you off, on one condition.'
Sean crossed his arms. He knew he wouldn't like it.
But Joe thought he would. 'What condition?'
'On the condition that Sean lets me tie him up.'
'Forget it.' Sean's hands slashed the air. 'I don't care how blue my balls are. The slave does not bind the master.'
But he didn't reckon on his fractious cohorts.
'Cluck, cluck,' Lou mocked. 'What's the matter, Sean, not man enough to take it?'
'Yeah, Sean,’ Amy said, giving her breasts an impudent shimmy. 'Afraid to take what a woman dishes out?'
Then all three of Sean's handmaidens joined the fowl chorus. His curse was too blue to repeat, but as sure as chickens lay eggs, it held surrender. Yo-ho-ho, I thought, my arousal surging back in full measure. My turn.
Chapter Six
Cruel to be Kind
The rack held no terror for Sean, so I couldn't tie him to that.
I tapped my lips in thought. He stood rigid before the fire, his erection jutting through his gaping flies. Joe and Lou held his arms. He could have broken free, but that would have meant bruises all around, which was not the point of this game - at least, not the way Sean played it.
'Amy,' I said, 'why don't you undress him?'
I suspected he'd find her attentions as uncomfortable as I did. Amy's sexuality was so visual her scrutiny could make the comatose squirm.
Sean did bristle as she pushed his T-shirt up his ribs. Still topless, her back was a vision, ivory-pale and curved like a violin.
'Does that tickle?' she asked in her sweet doll's voice.
Sean gritted his teeth. Lou and Joe lifted his arms so that Amy could remove the shirt.
'Oh, come see.' She waved me closer. 'His chest hair looks like gold in the firelight.'
I went to see. His hair was fine and fair, and the steely hummocks of his chest spoke of long hours at the gym. My hands joined Amy's in exploring his torso. I skirted round one pec with my fingertips, then meandered down the valley of his breastbone. Sean's tiny nipples beaded in excitement.
Amy and I exchanged glances.
'One for each?' she suggested, and we twined our arms around his waist.
Sean moaned as we captured his nipples. He pushed, his chest towards our mouths and tried to wrest free of Joe and Lou. Neither allowed escape, but Lou pressed behind me and ironed his cock into the small of my back. Joe did the same to Amy. Bodies surrounded me - Sean's hard silk to my front, Amy's soft silk to my side, and the friction of cock-filled cotton to my back.
'Hold on,’ I said, my voice ragged. 'Let's get his trousers off.'
Amy took charge of that. She bared one hip at a time, then dragged jeans and briefs to his ankles, effectively hobbling him. Crouched at his feet, she sighed at the picture he made.
'Shoes, too?' she asked reluctantly.
Amy did not like simple nudity, but I did. I nodded.
When she'd stripped him off, we stepped back to admire him. The men held his arms out from his sides. I'd seen weight-lifters without Sean's definition, but he wasn't bulky. The curves of his muscles flowed smoothly along his limbs. Of course, the best curve of all was the upswung hook of his erection.
'You have a gorgeous body,' I said. 'You make me want to pull you into my arms and samba.'
To my amazement, Sean dropped his eyes. Had no one gushed over him before? That would have to change.
It would wait, though, for now. Rather than speak, I circled him. My eyes traced the high, taut swell of his buttocks, the vulnerable hunch of his shoulder blades. Lured closer, I dragged one finger down his vertebrae to his cleft. Gooseflesh broke out across his skin. A spring entered my step. My limbs, so recently released from bondage, swung strong and light. Now was the time to plan, before my head grew fuddled with lust.
What fear did Sean most need to overcome?
Tell me something, Joe,' I said.
Joe blinked as if awakened from a dream.
'When you and Sean make love, who's on top?'
Joe laughed. 'Oh, Sean's definitely a top.'
A top. The way he said it suggested a code - not only the person on top, but the person in control. Hm. A pulse of interest flickered in my womb. I remembered him saying Sean never let him be tender.
I didn't want to ask my next question in front of our victim, so I beckoned Joe to the sitting-room entrance. We put our heads together beneath the wide arch.
'When Sean climaxes, are you ever face-to-face?'
Joe tugged his earlobe. To tell the truth, I couldn't tell you what he looks like when he comes. What he sounds like, yes, but...' His voice slowed. ‘I think he feels too naked at the, uh, crucial moment. He doesn't want anyone getting too close.'
"That's what I thought.' I steepled my hands before my mouth.
Joe watched me for a moment before a beatific smile lit his eyes.