Leah Braemel - Private Property

“She’s so hot steam’s risin’ off her,” Sam said with a chuckle.

From Mark’s harsh breath beside her ear, and his rigid arm muscles, Jodi could tell he was not unaffected. The tension in his voice removed all doubt. “She likes relinquishing control. Most times.”

Sam leaned down to her, the rough stubble of his beard scraping the tender skin of her cheek.

“Gorgeous.” Sam stroked a strand of hair that curled over her ear. “It’s like silk.”

He stepped closer, ground his erection into her mound as he licked a spot just beneath her ear, the unexpected contact making her jump. Another moan escaped her at being sandwiched between the two aroused men. “Time for your punishment.”

The leather of Sam’s pants creaked as he pulled away from her and knelt in front of the credenza. He opened a cabinet door and removed a box, flipping open the lid. As he poked through it, Jodi strained to see what it contained, but Mark held her firmly in place.

Sam held up two thick leather collars, one encrusted with bright stainless steel spikes, the other glittering with what had to be rhinestones and rubies. There were so many they couldn’t be the real thing. Could they? Besides who used real gems on bondage devices?

“Which do you prefer to restrain our suspect?”

Mark chose the spiked leather collar and carefully wrapped it around her neck.

Sam frowned. “We need a leash for that collar.” He pulled out a silver chain and snapped the clasp over the ring on the collar. With a wide smile, he ceremoniously handed the chain to Mark. “Just to make sure she doesn’t run away. Can’t say we lost our suspect, now, can we?”

After rummaging through the box once more, Sam pulled out two matching anklets. Cool hands pushed her pants halfway up her calves, broad calloused fingers stroked her bared legs before removing her boots and socks and setting them aside.

A shiver raced from her throat and settled in her breasts at the warmth of Mark’s hands compared to Sam’s cool touch. Soon she’d have both hands touching her, fondling her, dominating her.

“Such pretty feet,” he murmured as he fastened matching leather restraints around her ankles.

“What are you going to do with me?” Her voice was breathless as she ran through the various possible punishments the two men might have devised. Would they interrogate her using the good cop/bad cop technique? Would she get to go down on one while the other fucked her, just like she’d fantasized?

“Ah, sweet pea, I’m not gonna tell you-that would ruin the anticipation now, wouldn’t it? And just so you can’t cheat and see what we’ve got planned…” Sam stuck his hand in his pocket, retrieving a blindfold.

He placed it over her eyes and tied it in place, extinguishing all light. “You see anything?”

“No.”

“You wouldn’t lie to me now, would you?”

She shook her head, slightly losing her balance in the process.

Mark grabbed one elbow, Sam the other, as they walked her out of the office and into the hall. They turned in the opposite direction she’d come and walked what felt like the length of the thickly carpeted hall before they stopped. There was a whirring noise and they walked her forward a few paces onto a tiled surface then stopped, turned her around. The floor lurched beneath her feet.

The elevator the previous owner had installed.

But was she going up or down? Up, she decided.

The motion stopped and she heard the door slide open. They led her out and to the left. Disoriented because of the blindfold, she tried to recall the floor plan she’d studied. The sounds changed when they turned her and she realized they’d taken her into a large room. Yes, they had to be in the master bedroom. She frowned when she heard the sound of a pocket door scraping in its tracks right in front of her and then was led forward. The thick carpet cushioning her bare feet changed to cool tile. They were taking her into the bathroom? Ah, yes, Sam liked the whirlpool.

She heard the scrape as another panel moved then a clicking sound, like a code being entered into a keypad. Wait a minute, there was no other room off the master bathroom.

“Watch your step, Jodi,” Mark urged. “We’re going downstairs.”

Downstairs? There was nothing in the blueprints about stairs off the master bathroom-and why would they have taken her up in the first place? She slid her foot along the tile and tentatively felt in front of her until she found the step.

“And again.” Then a third step, and a fourth. After fourteen they finally stopped on a concrete floor.

“Mark?” she whispered, suddenly unsure of her decision.

“It’s all right, babe. Sam’s had a safe room built-we’re going to be using it tonight.” Mark rubbed her arm as they lead her down what felt like a narrow corridor before she heard the metallic creak of a heavy door opening.

“Hit the light switch there, will you, Mark?” she heard Sam say.

Light glimmered from beneath the edges of the blindfold.

“This way, sweet pea.” Sam took her arm and lead her a few more paces before saying, “Lift your foot and step up.”

After taking the step, and being turned around, Jodi took a deep breath, forcing herself to relax. Bound and blindfolded, led to a room that didn’t exist? So far, this definitely was not her idea of a fun evening.

After Mark released the clasp fastening her wrists together, he massaged her shoulders. “Relax, babe. Wait’ll you see this place. We’re going to have a blast.”

“All set?” Sam said after a few moments.

Jodi swallowed then nodded. As one, they lifted her arms as high as her shoulders. She heard a metallic clinking, then their hands dropped away, leaving her arms suspended in mid-air. A fresh shiver of anticipation crawled up her spine and under the skin of her arms.

“Can you move?” Mark said from just in front of her.

She pulled on the restraints but her bonds didn’t budge. Hopefully they wouldn’t leave her here too long-the blood would drain out of her hands.

Something cold and hard-metallic-touched her right biceps. After a slight tug, it slid to her shoulder and along the seam to her neck. The fabric slithered down her front, baring one breast. She could feel her nipple puckering under the blast of air-conditioned air from a vent above her.

They were cutting her clothes off her? Thank God Mark had brought one of the company tees rather than something from her closet.

The sensation was repeated on her left arm. Soon her top slithered down her belly and came to rest on her bare feet.

“You have real pretty tits, sweet pea. You nipples are like ripe berries waiting to be plucked.”

“She thinks they’re too small,” Mark said with a chuckle.

“And I’m sure Mark’s told you that more than a mouthful’s wasted.”

Heat rose up her neck. Being naked was never a hang-up for her, but being naked in front of another man while Mark watched. Would he be jealous? Or did he not feel the way she would if he was viewing another woman? Maybe he didn’t love her the way she loved him.

A tongue swept over her right nipple, but she couldn’t tell whose. Warm breath moved across her cleavage, then lips laved her left breast, teeth nipping lightly. “Taste as sweet as berries too.”

Fire swirled in her breast and shot straight to her pussy when she realized it was Sam touching her, kissing her. It shouldn’t feel so good to know another man was arousing her when Mark was right there.

Should it?

The cool edge of the knife touched first one hip, then the other, and her pants slid over her ankles.

Two sets of lips kissed her almost reverently-one kissing her belly button, the other feathering down the small of her back.