Leah Braemel - Private Property

Then he’d take Sam down-crush his balls, cut off his dick-whatever it took to punish him for daring to take Jodi in front of him like this. And yell at Jodi for agreeing to Sam’s suggestion.

His head fell back on the pillow, his conscience mocking him with a taunting laugh. Hell, who was he kidding? He’d been the one who had suggested, no, forced Jodi to write that damned list of fantasies. He’d been the one who had initially suggested the whole idea to Sam, not the other way around. He’d been the one to talk Jodi into the whole idea upstairs. And now he was the one trapped in a nightmare caused by his own hubris. Forced to watch his lover bringing his best friend to the height of ecstasy.

Another deep-throated moan escaped Jodi’s lips. Mark closed his eyes as his cock pulsed, remembering the feel of those moans the last time she’d gone down on him. His spine tingled and his hips arched, seeking relief. Seeking Jodi.

If he could just get free…

“Sam, at least release one hand so I can jerk off. This is fucking torture to watch.”

Without changing the rhythm of his hips, Sam opened his eyes. Shot a dark look of warning as he shook his head.

Goddamn it, what was that bastard playing at? It was like Sam expected him to know something. Understand something. But what?

Then all of a sudden Sam pulled his cock from Jodi’s mouth. “Not yet.”

A camera whirred overhead, the image on the screens capturing the moisture on Sam’s still-erect cock. Caught a thin stream of come leaking from the slit and trickling down the head onto Jodi’s mouth. Another camera zoomed in on Jodi’s beautiful pink tongue as it skimmed over her bottom lip, and lingered on a glistening drop of Sam’s come.

The barbed wire in his guts heated, snaked around his balls and tightened.

It should be his come she tasted. His.

What had possessed him to think he could sit idly by watching Jodi get off with another man, that he could share her? No man was ever going to touch her again. Only him. Jodi was his and his alone. And he was hers. Forever.

Whoa, where had that come from?

How many times had he and Sam shared their girlfriends back in college? Yet never before had he felt the icy-hot poker of jealousy now stabbing his gut. What was it about Jodi that caused him to feel like a guard dog protecting his property? His private property.

You’re trying to pretend she’s like all those other women you and Sam shared, his conscience mocked. But she’s not. You’ve fallen in love with her.

“On your hands and knees, sweet pea.”

If he’d been standing, he would have had to sit down and put his head between his knees. Holy shit, he loved her. Head-over-heels, deep-down-in-the-gut, ’til-death-do-us-part in love with her.

And stupid ass that he was, he’d voluntarily shared her with another man. He’d even encouraged her, told her it was okay to fuck someone else. And she’d agreed.

What if that meant… He swallowed hard, the barbed wire tightening until his balls felt like they were about to drop off. What if she didn’t love him? What if when this was over, she wanted to have more threesomes, to force him to watch her fuck other men? Or worse, what if she stopped inviting him to join in?

Shit! What had he done?

A cold worm crawled through his intestines. A worm wearing razor-sharp spikes that ripped his guts apart as he remembered their agreement. After the first time they’d made love, he’d insisted there be no long-term attachments. That either one of them could walk away any time. And she’d agreed. Except, when he should have been clearing the mountains of paperwork he faced every day, he’d found himself fantasizing about fucking her on the desk, on the floor, against the wall. No, he amended, not fucking her, loving her.

“See okay there, buddy?”

Pulled from considering the ramifications of this revelation, Mark glanced over at Sam. Who smirked.

Is that what this was about? Did Sam realize that he loved Jodi before even he did? Was he trying to force Mark to get jealous? To acknowledge that Jodi was his and his alone? Knowing Sam, he’d never live that down.

“Ol’ buddy?” Sam asked again, tilting his head toward the big screens. “You see okay?”

There in living Technicolor, larger than life, Jodi’s ass filled the screen. The bright red butt plug a perfect target for Sam’s goddamned cock.

His already-erect cock jerked as if trying to punch through the fly. Say no! it screamed. Stop this.

Sweat dripped down Mark’s temples and his arms shook as they strained against the restraints. His mouth opened, wanting to tell them to stop. But the words stuck in his throat, tangled in the wire that ensnared his whole body.

What if she doesn’t love me? How pathetic would that be?

Jodi stared at the flat-screen image as Sam’s condom-covered cock bobbed into view. Watched it slide across her glistening swollen folds, watched as it buried itself into the dark pink opening stretching her drum-tight. Between the pressure of the plug up her ass and him stretching her pussy, she could feel every beat of his heart in the head of his cock.

A slow exhalation was followed by a moan as he began the gentle push and pull, exciting every inch of her, inside and out. “It’s like a fucking velvet glove’s wrapped around my dick.”

Sam’s fingers tightened on her hips as he began to rock into her, his movement quickly changing to a pounding rhythm. He reached around her front, one hand giving a nipple clamp a wicked tug, a movement that streaked to her core. The nipple clamps brushed the bulge in Mark’s jean with each thrust of Sam’s hips. Mark’s hips pumped as if he were fucking her too.

Imagining freeing his cock, sucking it while Sam plowed into her drove her up to the edge of the abyss and pushed her over. Her hips bucked as her orgasm ripped through her in a wildfire of sensation.

“Not-done-yet.” Sam groaned.

He slammed into her, burying himself to his balls, each time his stomach pressed against the butt plug, moving it just enough to drive her wild. If it was possible his cock thickened and pushed even deeper, stretching her until she thought she would burst.

When he stiffened and shouted, his hot stream of come pulsing hard inside her set off yet another firestorm. She shuddered through her orgasm, unable to gather breath enough to moan.

Sam caught her just before she collapsed onto Mark’s lap, eased his cock from her body. “Damn, woman, I didn’t want to come that soon.”

“Come on, Sam. Let me free. I’ve got the mother of all hard-ons-my dick’s hurtin’ real bad here.” Mark spoke through gritted teeth. Jodi opened her eyes and saw flames in the back of Mark’s eyes, flames of lust, flames of fury.

A trickle of fear grew in her belly, tightening her diaphragm and driving the breath from her.

Had she made a mistake agreeing to Sam’s plan? Mark was the one who had arranged this. Hadn’t that been what he’d wanted all along? Shit, had she blown their relationship? Did he see her now only as a whore? Or was that what he thought of her in the first place to suggest this whole scenario? Could she convince him she wanted him more than anyone else?

Sam gestured with his head toward Mark. “All right, sweet pea, unzip loverboy’s jeans. But that’s all you’re to do.”

Seeing heat flash in Mark’s eyes, she fumbled with his zipper. Yeah, she’d blown it. And the man she loved now despised her.

“Undo the restraints, Jodi,” Mark ordered quietly so Sam couldn’t hear.

If she let him go now, would he walk away? Not only from the bed and the room but from her?

She licked her top lip when she saw his engorged cock outlined by the dark fabric of his jockeys. A glance over her shoulder showed a bare-assed Sam fiddling with his computer, not paying any attention to what she was doing.