'I get it,’ he said. 'You intend to kill him with kindness.'
I smiled back. 'Something like that. But I need your help. He's too proud to say "Uncle". I want you to watch him. If you think I've gone too far, you call a halt for him.'
‘I hope that's not all you want me to do.'
I turned my head towards the sitting-room. Sean's golden brows shadowed his eyes, creased by his stormy emotions. 'No,’ I said. 'I want you to do the things you've dreamt of doing, the kindnesses he'd never accept. But I think Lou and Amy will have to keep back. I don't want anything to ruin the sense of intimacy I'm trying to create.'
'I'll tell them.' Joe rubbed his freshly shaved jaw. "They won't mind watching.' He said this as if he knew their preferences well. How many games had he played with them? He smiled at my suspicious expression. 'I'm guessing,’ he said. 'Don't you know what people enjoy almost as soon as you meet them?'
I didn't, as a matter of fact. But if Joe did, no wonder Sean had kept him under wraps. I walked back to the others. 'We're going upstairs,’ I announced, 'to my;| bedroom.'
Sean flinched at that. Moving the game to my territory gave me the upper hand. Plus, it might seem irrational, but sex in a bed felt more serious than sex on a sofa. Fortunately, Sean couldn't protest against a simple change of venue when I'd accepted a whipping.
Amy scooped Lou's holdall off the couch. 'I'll bring the toys,’ she chirped.
'I'll blow out the candles,’ said Lou.
Sean displayed no such cheer. He trudged to my room like a prisoner being led to his death. His little death, I gloated as my new recruits maneuvred him on to my bed and stretched him out.
'Restraints?' Amy suggested. She snapped a black velvet strip in front of her blossom-pink bosom.
'Be my guest,’ I said.
Naturally, she made a show of it, bending over and wriggling her bum as she bound each wrist and ankle. My bed sat in a heavy mahogany frame with a tall headboard and a low footboard. Pineapple-shaped crests topped the four posts. Amy looped the long black ties over their spiky crowns, criss-crossing the cloth like a ballerina's laces. When Sean was laid out in a handsome 'X', she and Lou retired to the dormer window seat. She dropped her trousers before sitting, leaving nothing but a tiny triangle of emerald satin to shield her from the world.
'Nice,’ said Lou, and pulled off his khaki T-shirt. Amy's pout stopped him from removing his baggy army trousers, though she did allow him to unzip them and pull his cock through the vent of his tight black briefs. She wrapped her hand around the shaft, holding but not stroking. The sight of her delicate fingers on that long pole sent a shiver up my sex. Shivering a little himself, Lou hugged her waist and cupped her mound through the green G-string. They sat like a pair oversexed teenagers at a film, cheek-to-cheek and hand-to-sex, waiting for the show to begin.
I hoped the show wouldn't disappoint them.
Joe and I consulted by the foot of the bed. Sean stared daggers at us, but his cock stood as eager as ever, a thick red stake angling back towards his belly. 'What first?' I asked.
Joe's fingers drifted over the swell of my nipples. 'Nothing too direct. We don't want him to come straight off. Maybe a massage?'
Sean growled at that idea, but Amy popped up like a jack-in-the-box and dug a bottle of oil from Lou's bag. Joe caught it one-handed. He flipped the top up with his thumb and sniffed the subtle almond fragrance. He tipped the bottle towards me. 'Do you want the honours?'
'Oh, no, I think this is a four-handed job.'
'Gripes.' Sean squirmed against the covers. 'Some dominatrix you make.'
I smiled to myself. Sean wasn't used to a top as devious as me. 'I didn't give you permission to speak. Perhaps we should gag that pretty mouth.'
'Fuck,’ said Sean, so I had to gag him.
He struggled as I tied it; he couldn't seem to help himself. I guess the gag threatened his control as strongly as the blindfold had threatened mine. Once he was gagged, there would be no more wisecracks to obscure his reactions. His body would speak for itself, loud and clear.
'I think we should strip off,’ Joe said.