Leah Braemel: Private Property

The lights caught the sheen filling her eyes as she met his gaze in the mirror.

“Do you see what I see?” When she shook her head and tried to look away, he dipped his head and placed his cheek against hers to force her to continue looking in the mirror. “I see a beautiful woman with hair that’s as bright as sunshine and soft as silk. I see dark grey eyes filled with love that brings me to my knees every time you look at me. I see full lips that make me hard just thinking of them wrapped around my dick.”

Her pink tongue darted out to lick her top lip and her hips swiveled, pressing his erection into the crack of her ass.

“And that tongue of yours drives me crazy when it licks my balls, and swirls along my shaft as you suck me deep into your throat until I can’t hold my come back any longer.”

He cupped her breast, his thumb rubbing her nipple until it hardened. “I see a beautiful woman, with breasts that beg to be kissed. I see nipples as ripe as berries that make me want to suckle from them all night long.”

His hand drifted over the smooth planes of her stomach to the thin triangle of hair at the juncture of her legs. “Full, pouty lips down here, too.”

Jodi chuckled. When his fingers pushed aside the thin fabric and stroked, her chuckles changed to moans.

“And between those sweet lips of yours, there’s a passage that’s so tight and responsive I swear I lose my mind every time my cock slides into you.”

Her head fell back against his shoulder and her hips rotated, betraying her insatiable need. He slid his hand over her hip and clasped one of her tight cheeks. “You’ve got the most beautiful ass any man could hope to see. Let alone fuck.”

She murmured something about it being too big so he caught her gaze in the mirror, held it.

“Stop putting yourself down. You’re beautiful.” He released her and lightly slapped her butt. “Now you have your shower and decide what you want to do tonight. No pressure, all right?”

When he began to step back, she stopped him, cupping his head with her palm, pulling him down so she could kiss him. Her lips slightly parted, they brushed against his in a soft promise that quickly turned so hot he would have sworn the mirrors should have been coated with steam.

“I may need some help washing my back,” she whispered, her breath warm against his cheek.

Wearing a fresh set of clothes Mark had stuffed into the backpack, Jodi trailed him into the study. The only light in the room was provided by the green-shaded bankers’ lamp on the desk. The floor panel once again concealed the safe, and the pieces of the list she’d scattered had disappeared. Sam stood in the shadows, his back to the room, staring out the door.

When Mark cleared his throat, Sam turned and tilted his head. “Let me assure you again, Jodi, that whatever your decision is, it’ll not change anything between us in the future, especially in the office. I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything tonight. Plus tonight is a one-time-only offer. When you walk away, whether anything happens or not, we will never discuss it again. That clear?”

Thoughts bounced randomly in her brain like popcorn in hot oil. Was she so boring in bed that this was what Mark needed to get excited? Would he walk away completely if she turned him down? And if she didn’t, what would he demand next? An orgy, with her the main attraction?

No. Mark had also said if she turned his offer down, he’d never discuss it again. Two men at the same time. Could she live with herself if she agreed to Mark’s plan?

She glanced down at the bulge between Sam’s legs. And that was when he wasn’t aroused.

Could she live with herself if she didn’t agree? Or would she forever regret passing up the opportunity?

“So can we help you check another fantasy off your list?” Mark asked.

He moved close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from him, could smell the last lingering scents of herself on his breath. “Picture it, babe. Two mouths, two tongues to lick your breasts, to lap at your sweet pussy. Four hands to hold you, caress you, pleasure you.” He pressed her hand flat against his groin, letting her feel his arousal. “And two cocks at your command.”

As she watched, the bulge at Sam’s groin grew, straining the leather taut. Heat rushed through her, and her eyelids grew heavy at the imagined sensation of the two men kissing her breasts; her pussy pulsed at the idea of being watched fucking Mark. Or Mark watching her being fucked by Sam. She licked her lips, imagining herself taking his cock into her mouth while Mark rammed into her from behind.

“I think…I think I’d like to stay. But I want you both to agree that if I decide to stop, you will.”

“Of course, sweet pea,” Sam quickly agreed. “Pick a safe word and we’ll stop whatever we’re doing the moment you say it.”

Excitement mixed with trepidation slithered under her skin like an electric current.

“My safe word is…broccoli.”

Both men exhaled as if they’d been holding their breath.

“Broccoli it is,” Sam said. “Now before we get started, I just need your assurance about a coupla things.”

“What?”

“Do you trust Mark’s choice in me as the third? Do you trust that I’ll not hurt you or use anything that happens tonight against either of you?”

Her shoulders relaxed. She answered quickly, “Yes, I trust Mark’s judgment. I mean, I trust you won’t hurt me.”

“Good.” Sam walked over to her and held out one hand, as the other reached behind his back.

Smiling, she extended hers, expecting him to shake on their agreement. He took it, then immediately clamped a leather restraint around her wrist with his other hand. She let out a squeak and jumped back only to run into Mark’s hard chest.

Sam’s brows drew together until they met in the middle. “You wimping out already? Or have you forgotten item two on your list?”

Item two? To be tied up. Yeah, to be tied up by Mark, she wanted to tell him. Her lips parted as she began to object, then she closed them firmly. No, she had the safe word. Let’s see where this led. She squared her shoulders and looked him straight in the eye. Bring it on. “You just surprised me, that’s all.”

“Standard procedure to cuff a burglar,” Sam said.

All her apprehension fled as she realized the nature of the game they were going to play.

He held up a second wrist cuff and tossed it to Mark. “Why don’t you do the other one? There’s a clasp on ’em so they’ll snap together just like handcuffs.”

Mark bound her left wrist then pulled her hands behind her and snapped the cuffs together. He pulled on her arms, ensuring she couldn’t free herself and grunted in satisfaction. “I think you should pat her down. You know, to ensure she’s not concealing any weapons?”

Wrapping one arm across her chest, Mark held her firmly against him. His breath blew hot in her ear, down her neck, sending a blast of heated blood through her belly to pool between her legs. While he’d often handcuffed her in private, she nearly whimpered in excitement at being held captive in front of a stranger. Her nipples hardened when his palm cupped her breast, squeezed. Hard. A moan escaped her, and she squirmed against the engorged length pressing into the cleft of her ass.

Her knees trembled as Sam’s huge hands patted up her calves, her thighs, swept up her side, lingered over her breasts. He tweaked her nipples, and his lids drooped over his dark eyes.

“You broke into this place, you need to be punished. Don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “Punish me.”

A tornado whirled through her when Sam’s large hand stroked her mound through the thin fabric of her pants, igniting fires in their wake. Jodi groaned, arched her hips into the broad fingers.