Leah Braemel - Private Property

“Will you let me try a few things I noticed weren’t on your list?” Sam asked.

The sight of the big man patiently waiting on her answer sent a thrill up her spine. She’d be in control of not only Mark but of him too. Except what had she forgotten to put on her list? “Yes, I trust you.”

Sam rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger then reached into his pocket and pulled out an earring. No. Not an earring, she realized as he opened one end and clamped it over her nipple. He tugged gently, causing her pussy to clamp down and weep at the pleasure/pain it created. A moan escaped her when he attached the second clamp and tugged on them both.

Wow, nipple clamps weren’t something she’d considered-they’d always looked painful. How could she have known she’d be brought nearly to orgasm by them?

“Hurt too bad?”

“No,” she stammered. “It just feels…” How could pain feel so good? She must be a freak to enjoy it so much.

Seeming to understand her confusion, Sam held out his hands. “Give me your hands, sweet pea.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Jodi placed her hands in his only to find herself dragged facedown crosswise over Mark’s lap once more. Sam moved away, out of her line of sight. She heard more tapping into the computer, then he walked to the other side of the bed and gently stroked her pussy.

“She’s so responsive, isn’t she, Mark?” Sam said quietly. “You see how her hips are moving as I touch her?”

Mark’s cock stirred beneath her belly, pressing into her as it thickened. Sam had been right-Mark would get off watching them fuck.

Sam made a show of licking her juices from his fingers. “Why she’s as sweet as a Georgia peach.”

“Enjoy it while you can, Watson,” Mark sneered. “You’ll never get another chance to taste her again.”

A smoldering possessiveness matching the warning in his voice made her turn her head to stare at Mark. Something dark flashed in his eyes-was he jealous? Angry? Or just incredibly turned on?

Sam patted her cheeks and walked around the bed to the other side of the room. “Stick your beautiful ass up in the air as high as you can, sweet pea. We want to make sure Mark has a good view, after all.”

She adjusted her body as he’d directed, feeling a curious mix of vulnerability and excitement.

Sam typed something into the computer and grunted to himself. He scrolled the mouse and clicked a few times, then picked up a remote, aimed it at the televisions at each end of the bed.

Mark whistled softly as a picture of her ass filled the monstrous screen. “Fuck, Sam, you got this room wired up that quickly?”

Sam grinned. “Hey, it’s the twenty-first century, ol’ buddy. Wide-screen, high-def plasma. Only the best for this boy. I’m recordin’ it too-I’ll give you the disk when we’re done.”

“What? Recording what?” Jodi scrambled upright, covering her breasts, only to realize the camera was now focusing on her crotch. With a foul curse, she grabbed the biggest pillow from the bed and held it in front of her. “No. No, this is not happening. I refuse to find this uploaded on YouTube tomorrow.”

“Relax, sweet pea, you and Mark will have the only copy. I promise.” Sam opened a cupboard beside the bed, pulled out a bag. He winked at her. “Of course if you choose to post it on the Net, I can’t stop you. It won’t hurt my reputation none.”

Jodi shook her head. “No. No recording whatsoever. I don’t like the idea of it falling into the wrong hands.”

Sam’s bottom lip jutted out, reminding Jodi of a child whose favorite toy had just been taken away.

Mark shared a look with Jodi, his gaze hot as he glanced at her barely covered breasts. “Can you leave the cameras on but not record?”

A smile slowly spread across Sam’s face, lighting it up. “Sure can. Sweet pea, why don’t you get back into position over Mark’s lap?”

As she repositioned herself, she heard him tapping on the laptop and suddenly different images appeared on the screens. The one over the bed zoomed in on Mark’s face, the one at the end of the bed showed an up-close-and-personal view of her glistening labia.

She squirmed as the camera zoomed out slightly, and her ass came into view. As if she didn’t feel self-conscious enough about her butt; seeing it in high-definition wide-screen wasn’t exactly good for the ego. Instead she concentrated on Mark, on the sweat gathering on his forehead. He wasn’t watching the television at all, but her ass. She wiggled her hips to deliberately taunt him. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple, his hands flexing on the chains as if he wanted to reach out and touch her.

Sam opened a cabinet beside the bed and removed a box, placing it on the coverlet beside her. “I understand you enjoy a little anal play, Jodi. Or was Mark shinin’ me on?”

Jodi turned her head to stare at the bulge in Sam’s pants. The muscles in her ass clenched at the thought of being penetrated by the thick cock outlined in black leather. “Um, I like it when he does it.”

A grin split Sam’s face when he saw where Jodi was looking. He cupped his bulging groin. “You worrying that ol’ Sam Junior here’s not gonna fit into that tight little ass of yours? Well now, you don’t worry ’bout a thing, sweet pea, ’cause I’m gonna prepare you so it won’t hurt.”

“Go slow, Sam, she’s real tight,” Mark warned, which made her ass tighten even more.

Moments later, she felt the bed dip beneath Sam’s weight. Huge gel-covered fingers came into the camera’s view, briefly hovered over her ass. They separated her cheeks, spread the cool gel around her entrance. One finger penetrated her knuckle-deep, pressed farther, spreading the gel deep inside of her. Watching what Sam was doing on the wide screen, and feeling it at the same time was a strange sensation but knowing Mark was watching another man touching her ass was a turn-on she’d never expected.

Her eyes widened when a bright red butt plug came into view, pressed against her opening. That sucker was huge, way bigger than any man’s cock she’d ever seen. And definitely bigger than the plug Mark had bought for her when they’d first tried anal sex.

“It’s too big.” Her breath caught in her throat. She tried to move away but his hands held her firmly in place.

“It’s just the camera-remember they say it adds ten pounds?” Sam chuckled.

He leaned over, his leather pants cool against the back of her thighs as he whispered into her ear, “Trust me. I know how much Mark loves watching me fucking a woman’s ass.”

Mark groaned. “Way to remind Jodi of my past lovers, Watson.”

Sam caressed her neck, then moved lower, easing the tension that had crept into her shoulders. But for all his efforts, Jodi tensed when the tip of the plug intruded.

“Just take nice slow, deep breaths, and think how much fun it’s going to be tormenting old Mark over there.”

“You don’t have to do this, Jodi,” Mark rasped. “You can still tell him to stop.”

“I’m okay.” Her ass burning, she scrunched her eyes closed as the plug penetrated the first tight ring.

“Just relax, Jodi. Remember to breathe.” Sam pressed the plug deeper in a relentless motion. “I’m not hurting you now, am I, sweet pea?”

Jodi shook her head. “No, it just feels weird knowing it’s not Mark touching me there.”

And hot. So hot. Her pussy ached to be filled too.

“Open your eyes. Watch how hot Mark’s getting. See how he’s straining against those restraints?”

Mark’s lips were white as he captured them between his teeth, the veins in his biceps stood out in stark relief as his grip on the chains tightened.

Sam whispered, his free hand stroking her ass in a gentle caress. “He’s like a dog ready to attack. To protect you. Or to take you for his own.”