“I’m on it.”
Raoul cuddled Cantara close until Zeke returned. He then slid out of her and sat her back on the settee, legs spread and a satiated expression on her lovely face as Zeke gently wiped her clean. Once he’d done so, he carefully attached the nipple clamps, leaving them on the outside of the honeycomb dress, linked together by a chain.
“Just perfect,” Zeke said. “Now go finish preparing dinner and leave me to have some quality time with our little gal.”
“Play nice without me, guys,” Raoul said, tweaking the nipple clamp chain and taking himself off to the kitchen area.
“Did you like Raoul fucking you that way, sweetheart?” Zeke asked.
“It was a surprise. I thought you would make me wait, which is pretty mean, if I might be permitted to say so. A girl has her needs, you know.”
Zeke barked on a laugh. “Seems to me this particular girl needs to remember not to criticize her masters.”
“Yes, Sir,” Cantara replied, doing that cute thing of mangling her lower lip between her teeth as fire flashed through compelling eyes that had regained all their luster. “I guess she forgot.”
“Get down on the rug, on your hands and knees.”
While she did so, Zeke followed Raoul’s example by freeing himself from the tight confines of his jeans. He still had a hard time believing they had Cantara back, thanked every deity he could name for her safe delivery, and took a moment to marvel at her powers of recovery. To have gotten her memory back, survive the attack by Romney and embrace their games again so quickly was nothing short of remarkable. No wonder she was their soul mate. A woman with less spirit would never have held their interest for long.
Zeke drew in a sharp breath when he glanced at the picture awaiting him on the rug. The dress rode up, exposing her bare backside, and her clamped nipples dangled invitingly beneath her. But it was the expression on Cantara’s face as she sneaked a sideways glance at him from beneath her cascading hair that got to Zeke the most. Her eyes were smoky with passion, and not because Raoul had just given her a ride, but because she was anticipating what was to come next. The little tease wanted to be spanked, and who was Zeke to deny her?
He stepped up behind her with a birch in his hands and flexed it against his palm. It made a sharp cracking sound that easily echoed above the soft background music. He moved it gently, lovingly, across her buttocks, and then brought it down over them with moderate force, causing her to gasp, and then flinch. Raoul had abandoned the supper and was watching proceedings.
“Yeah, baby, you remember now, don’t you?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Are you sorry?”
“Hmm…”
Zeke brought the birch down a little harder. “How about now?”
“I think I’ve learned my lesson, Sir.”
“Yeah, I think so, too.”
Zeke kneeled behind her and lovingly kissed the places he’d just whipped, his tongue whirling, sucking, claiming ownership. He slid a couple of fingers inside her and used the other hand to slide lube down the crack in her butt. He circled her anus with a slick finger, meeting no resistance other than a sharp intake of breath when he slipped it inside.
“That’s it, darlin’, I’m gonna fuck your ass.”
She whimpered and pushed back against his finger.
“But I got something else for you first.”
He reached to one side and grabbed the studded collar he and Raoul had had made for her—studded with diamonds, that is. He reached beneath her hair and fastened it in place, then attached the chain that dangled from its D ring to the nipple clamp chain.
“There you go, honey. Just so you know, if you move your head back too fast it’s gonna play havoc with those nipple clamps.” Zeke chuckled. “Gotta keep you in check somehow.”
Zeke added a blindfold for good measure and shared a look with Raoul, who was busy snapping pictures of Cantara on all fours, clamped up and collared, begging to have her ass fucked.
“Don’t keep the lady waiting, bud,” Raoul said, grinning as he ran his hand up and down his rejuvenated erection.
“Perhaps we ought to hold dinner and do this together,” Zeke suggested, taking pity on his buddy.
“Good plan.”
Both men stripped bare and set to work. It was Raoul who positioned himself beneath Cantara, grabbed her hips, and eased her down onto his throbbing cock. Zeke was occupied with distending her backside by increasing the number of fingers he slid into her.
“We’re gonna fuck you together now,” Raoul told her. “Just like you’ve been begging us to do. Then we’re gonna have dinner, and then we’re gonna spend the rest of the night fucking you some more.” He sucked her lower lip into his mouth and made her gasp. “We have a problem, see. We can’t seem to get enough of you, sweetheart, but then we do have three years to make up for. Are you ready for multiple orgasms?”
Cantara nodded vigorously, sending her hair dancing across his face. “Yes,” she said breathlessly, not seeming to mind that the motion of her head pulled on the nipple clamps. “I want to please you both.”
“Oh, you will, sugar,” Zeke said from behind her in a rich, earthy voice. “Count on it.”
Raoul grasped her hips a little tighter and lowered her slowly onto his cock again. Zeke knew he would impale her slowly, taking his time to savour every precious moment.
“Remember not to move and let us do all the work, darlin’,” Zeke told her.