Leah Braemel - Private Property

“You’re beautiful, sweet pea,” Sam whispered from behind. “You should see how turned on Mark is right now. How much he wants you.”

Warm lips pressed against the back of her neck as a hand cupped her breast. “Isn’t she beautiful, Mark?”

“Oh yeah.” Mark’s voice sounded strained. “I’m so hard I ache, babe.”

“Now be a good little burglar and lift your foot,” Sam said from her left side.

She did and felt the remnants of her clothes being pulled from her ankle.

“Now your right foot,” Mark said from that side.

When she put her foot back down on the ground, two sets of hands wrapped gently around her ankles.

“Spread your legs, babe.”

They fastened the ankle restraints, leaving her standing spread-eagled, unable to move. A fly captured in a spider’s web.

Two sets of hands ran up her calves, her thighs. Fingers parted her cleft, dipped forward into moisture coating her labia, then traced back and circled the tight bud of her rear.

“I’ll bet your ass is so tight my dick’ll feel like it’s been taken to heaven when I’m fucking it, won’t it, sweet pea?” Sam whispered as his finger broached deeper, his breath a warm caress against her ass. A hiss of indrawn breath revealed Mark’s location.

The idea of someone else-of Sam-fucking her while Mark watched sent volatile fireballs to every nerve ending in both her pussy and her ass. How could she have considered leaving earlier?

“Punishment time, Jodi,” Mark whispered in her ear. Her heart immediately raced as if she’d been running.

A marathon.

Up the side of a mountain.

The sharp whistling sound of…what was that? It reminded her of a whip, or a belt arcing through the air. Her butt tightened at the thought of being paddled or spanked as her punishment.

“Now, sweet pea, we’re going to play a game. If you guess correctly, you get rewarded. If you guess incorrectly, you’ll be punished.”

“What do I have to do?”

Lips touched hers. Lips tasting of cigar smoke. “You have to guess which one of us-”

“-is doing what to you,” Mark finished, nibbling just below her ear.

“Someone’s gonna touch you…”

“When whatever they’re doing stops you have to say who it was.”

They were circling her, trying to confuse her.

“If you get it wrong…”-something whistled through the air, stung her ass in a thin line-“then you’ll be punished.”

Heat gathered in the cheek where she’d been hit. Mark had only ever used the flat of his hand, but the thin instrument they’d just used focused the sensation, which shot straight to her core. “And if I get it right?”

“Then, sweet pea, you’ll be rewarded.”

“How?”

“You’ll find that out when that happens.”

“But you have to get one right, first.”

“And to make it a bit more of a challenge for you, your time will be limited.” Someone’s palm-Mark’s she guessed-smacked flat against her ass again, blurring the thin line of heat from the last hit. “Hmm. She liked your riding crop better. You know, I think I might try out some of your toys.”

“Be my guest, there’s enough to choose from,” Sam said with a chuckle.

Jodi wiggled her ass in anticipation.

“Oh, and, sweet pea? If you don’t answer quick enough, you’ll be punished no matter what your answer.”

She heard the sound of something rattle, then snapped through the air. Was that a… It sounded like it had multiple tails. A flogger?

“Are you prepared to accept our punishment?” Mark asked.

“Yes.” More than ready. Cream leaked down her thigh in a torturous tickle.

Seconds later, a hand caressed her left breast. Cool but gentle fingers tweaked her nipple. She rolled her head back, arching at the sensation when a tongue swirled across her other taut peak, teeth nipping lightly. The hint of cigar wafted up. A smile curled her lips-she would soon find out what her reward would be.

Too soon the touching, the licking, stopped. The sudden lack of contact left her panting, wanting more.

“Time to guess, Jodi,” Mark said from her left side. “Was it me?”

“Or me,” Sam whispered from her right side.

A wicked thought occurred to her; she struggled to stop her smile from showing. She enjoyed Mark punishing her, and the anticipation of discovering what rewards they had planned would be that much more intense. Besides she always did prefer being the bad girl to the good.

“Mark.”

“Wrong!”

Even though she was expecting it she jumped when the flogger whistled and cracked with a thwack against her tender skin. The heat in her buttocks spread straight to her pussy.

“I’m not sure she thought that a punishment, ol’ buddy,” Sam said with a chuckle.

A large warm palm flattened over her belly, fingers spread wide, played with her belly button ring. They moved lower, parting her labia. Hot breath tickled her navel as someone kneeling in front of her exhaled. A finger-or was that a thumb?-rubbed beside the sensitive bundle of nerves that ached to be touched, slipped around it, below, never satisfying her need.

“Please,” she whimpered. She squirmed, trying to force the digit over that spot.

The movement stopped, the traitorous hand withdrew She jumped when the crop stung her ass again.

“But I haven’t guessed yet!”

“You moved. That’s against the rules,” Mark said from her right.

“You will stand still when we touch you, or we will leave you hanging there and not touch you again,” Sam said from her left. “Now tell us who it was who made you so needy?”

She tried to guess who it might have been…

“Tick tock, sweet pea.”

…there had been no scent of cigar, no creak of leather…

“Five, four, three-”

“Mark!”

Sam heaved a long sigh, and from the sound, she got the feeling he was shaking his head.

“It wasn’t?” Wouldn’t she have been spanked for guessing wrong?

“No, sweet pea, you were right, but I’m disappointed that you’ve not credited me yet.” He let out another dramatic sigh.

“You still owe me a reward,” she reminded him.

“You’re right, we do.”

After a moment, she sensed movement-someone knelt directly in front of her. Warm breath caressed her breast, a tongue swiped over one nipple then drew it into his mouth and began to suckle. One hand caressed her ass, another slipped between her legs. A finger slid inside. A second. Then a third, fucking her until every nerve ending inside her threatened to burst into flame. She nearly cried when they withdrew.

“Let’s see what you can earn next,” Mark said.

Calloused hands caressed her ass, broad fingers parted her cheeks. A tongue laved from front to back, rimming her.

“Sam.”

Someone-Mark? or Sam?-sucked her nipples as a finger trailed through her cream, drew it back along her ass. It circled her tight bud then nudged inside, waiting as her muscles adjusted to the invasion. Her suspicion that it was Sam was confirmed when rough stubble abraded her inner thighs. Sam tongued the throbbing bundle of nerves, then thrust his tongue into her pussy. A second finger joined the first, stretching her ass wider, then both thrust in time with his tongue. Just as she was ready to leap over the edge, the fingers and mouths withdrew.

Shaking with her need, she cried, “No! Please! I need to come.”

Fire licked in Mark’s belly, tightened like a vise about his chest, as he watched Sam laving Jodi’s clit with a tenderness he hadn’t expected. Watched her arch her back, heard her unsteady breathing, the breathy moan she made in her pleasure.

What the fuck was going on that he’d resent the hell out of his friend for doing exactly what he’d asked him to do? Damn it, he’d been the one who’d approached Sam and yet now he wanted to pull him off Jodi, to ram his fist into Sam’s face.