Loving Two Doms (Club El Diablo) (26 page)

Her eyes turned to Stephon and he couldn’t help himself, he winked. She gave him a tight smile and walked to the bathroom, intentionally swaying her hips so both men stared at her ass.      

“I think every time we have better plans for her temping mouth this will come into play.” Matt held up the ball gag. “We need to invest in an o-ring gag so we can have the best of both worlds.”

“Then you get to be the lucky man with no fingers. I’d rather punish her ass and save her mouth for what it’s meant for.”

“You have a point.” Matt looked at the bathroom door when the shower went on. “I worked on her blow job technique, so she knows how I like it. She’s a quick learner.”

“Then I get her mouth before you try to fit that contraption around her head.”

The men followed her into the shower and each received her ever advancing blow job skills.

***

Matt

An hour later, he walked into the bathroom where Jewel was busy drying her hair, a t-shirt covering her upper body. She stopped the dryer and smiled into the mirror. Two leather cuffs with metal rings clinked in Matt’s hand. “I was hoping you forgot.”

“Breakfast will be here in thirty minutes. These are for your wrists. Will you wear them for me?”

“I know there’s a catch.” Her eyes followed his fingers rubbing across the leather.

He took her wrist, and when she didn’t object, he fastened one and then the other, leaving a small amount of space between her skin and the binding.

“Is this all?” A shy smile appeared on her face.

“Not even close. I want this off.” He tugged up on her shirt and pulled it over her head. “Bra and panties too.”

She complied with a giggle and kicked off her panties after he pushed them down her legs. The bra came next. “Do you plan on keeping me naked all day?”

“No.” He pulled the ring on her wrist and made her trail behind him. “The entire week nude is more to our liking.”

“You’re men, of course you’d like that.”

Stephon sat at the dining table reading the newspaper and looked up with appreciative eyes. “Having you sit in a chair with a red ass is more to my liking.”

“Sit here.” Matt didn’t give her a chance to respond.

She sat down and he took her hands and moved around the back of the chair. He held her wrists in one hand and then she heard a click as he joined them with some kind of clip. She tried to bring her arms forward, but it was impossible.

“This is what I want.” Matt smoothed some hair behind her ear and leaned in. “Only until breakfast arrives and only if you don’t say ‘red’ first. Will you do this for me, baby?”

Stephon stood and walked over carrying the ball gag.

She looked at the horrible contraption. “Thirty minutes?”

“Probably less, but once it’s on, you won’t be able to use your safeword, so say it now if that’s what you want.”

In a tiny voice she tried to weasel out of her punishment, “I’ll never call you a buffoon again.”

“That I don’t doubt.”

Stiffening her back and sitting up straight, she gave in. “Oh, all right. Do you ever get punished?” Her smart mouth couldn’t acquiesce quickly enough and her bratty rejoinder made Stephon laugh.

Matt took the gag, pressed the ball between her lips, and then secured it around the back of her head. “Nod your head if this is uncomfortable against your bruise.” Her head remained still.

Stephon pulled the leather ankle cuffs he had used the night before from his pocket and handed them over. Matt buckled them on, but didn’t touch her except to separate her legs, securing each ankle to one side of the chair.

Matt studied her for a minute, noticing her eyes, softened with desire, her beautiful body fully displayed. Her nipples were erect buds begging for his mouth. Not touching her was its own sweet torture, but this wasn’t a funishment and would set the tone of future penalties. He turned away and Stephan did the same. They sat at the table, so close, almost too close to Jewel. Matt grabbed a section of the newspaper and started reading. He cocked his eyebrows when her grunt of disapproval sounded, but otherwise they both ignored her struggle to get free, which lasted all of sixty seconds before she came to the realization that they had no intention of giving into her. She’d survive thirty minutes, and it would be interesting to see the final result when she was free. He read the business news and then grabbed the front section when Stephon finished it. Keeping his mind off her delectable and available body was impossible. He read the same article three times and still wouldn’t be able to answer a simple question about it if asked. He peeked over at Stephon, but he seemed comfortably unaware, though Matt knew this shit got Stephon’s rocks off quicker than anything but a foot rub.  

It seemed like two hours, not twenty minutes, when a soft knock at the door turned their attention to the food delivery. Stephon got up and walked over. Matt looked at Jewel, whose eyes were huge and her face red with embarrassment. Taking pity on her, he walked behind her chair and tipped it back so she looked up into his eyes, “He won’t be able to see you. Stephon won’t let him in. Relax.” Her eyes showed relief and her head nodded, but she didn’t stop looking at him and his heart flipped.

They heard the door close and then Stephon pushed the cart over. Matt let her chair settle on four legs again and then helped uncover the dishes. They both moved their chairs close to Jewel’s and ignored the sounds of protest she made when they didn’t immediately release her. Finally, Matt walked behind her and removed the ball gag. Circling her throat with his hand, he used just a small bit of pressure to keep her facing forward and ran his thumb over the slight moisture at the corner of her lip. “Did you have something you wanted to say?”

He couldn’t see her eyes, but knew she must be staring daggers at Stephon because the other man smiled devilishly. Matt expected something smart to spill from her mouth, but was actually surprised her shoulders relaxed and she said, “No, Sir.”

Matt sat down and noticed Jewel looking back and forth between them. She gave a slight tug on her still-secured arms. “Question, love?” Stephon placed a strawberry at her lips and she bit down on the fruit.

Matt broke off a small piece of bacon and waited for her to swallow before bringing it to her mouth. She took the food from his fingers. “Would you like water or juice to drink?” he asked.

“I really want coffee.” A touch of ire showed in her eyes.

“We don’t want to burn you and the carafe will stay warm for a while. You can have coffee after you’re untied.”

She lifted her chin slightly. “Water.”

The two men talked to each other, ate and continued sharing until most of the food was gone.

Finally, with a frustrated sigh, Jewel asked, “Am I allowed to speak?”

Matt grinned at her. “Of course.”

She bit her lip and he knew she was deciding if what she wanted to say would cause further punishment. She breathed in deeply and obviously controlled the impulse to take his head off verbally. “I can’t take the entire week off work because I need the money. I know the two of you are rich, but I don’t feel right taking more than you’ve already shared.” She looked around the room. “The private car, the meals, and this suite are too much. I needed a few days to feel safe, and you gave me that, but now I’m fine.”

Stephon stood without Matt saying anything, and walked around and knelt beside her. He released the ankle cuffs and then her hands before massaging her arms to soothe the muscles. “Let’s go sit in the living room and talk.” He kissed her bruised cheek.

“May I have coffee?”

“I’ll get it.” Matt knew they needed this talk, but it would worry him less if they had it after sex and not after punishment.

Jewel walked over and sat on the couch. Matt gathered coffee, creamer, and sugar onto one of the trays from the cart. He carried it over and placed it on the side table. Using his leg, he pushed the ottoman closer.

Stephon positioned himself slightly sideways so he faced her, and Matt knew it was hard for him not to gather her close. Matt was fighting the same impulse.

Stephon spoke first, “We know this past week has been a whirlwind. We can’t make you stay, but we’re asking for the rest of the week and then the weekend. You’ve worked hard for years and made ends meet. It’s one of the things we admire about you, but we have more money than we know what to do with, and over the next six days we don’t want you thinking about anything but the three of us.”

Matt took her hand, rubbing her cool fingers gently. “You’re an amazing dream come true, but we can’t know if this will work unless we try. The money is nothing.” He looked around the suite. “This is all because we were gifted with talent and someone saw it. Let us take care of your expenses for the week and give us this chance to make this work.”

A single tear slipped from her eye. Stephon leaned in and kissed it away. “Don’t cry.” His husky words caused another tear to fall. “Just these few days, love.”

She took a long, slow breath. “I’m sorry I’m such a baby. The two of you have been wonderful to me.” She shook her head and a touch of ire entered her voice. “I don’t like being punished.”

“That’s the idea of punishment, love.”

“I think I’d rather be spanked.” She turned to Matt.

Stephon tipped her chin in his direction. “I promise you won’t enjoy it the next time.”

“Punishment makes me feel like a child.”

Stephon positioned himself closer to her side. “It’s the BDSM dynamic. We’ve plunged you into our lifestyle pretty quickly. This is how we live, but at the same time we don’t want a slave.” He gave a short laugh. “Punishing you turns us on.”

“You ignored me.”

Matt took her hand again and placed it on his hard erection. “My cock didn’t ignore you. I wanted nothing more than to fuck you in that chair. Your smart mouth turns us on too, but you need to learn the flip side of the coin and decide if you can stand the punishment when your mouth goes too far. Your safeword works for any reason. Always.” He compelled her with his slow, gravelly voice. “Give us this week.”

Her eyes burned into his. “I can’t stand the thought of being here alone again. I love Angela and enjoyed her company, but I missed you both terribly. These rooms reminded me of you. If you need to leave me again, I want to go to my apartment.”

Matt relaxed. She would give them the week.

Stephon kissed the ridge of her jaw before moving up and taking her mouth, but he stopped the kiss before it deepened. “We have no intention of leaving you again this week. We’ll probably practice a few times, but you’ll be with us. We’d like to take you to the club.”

Her voice changed, “I won’t be whipped.”

Stephon laughed. “Angela likes the whip, but neither of us is comfortable with it. I’d love to try a crop or tawes, but we can work up to that. There’s nothing that can replace my handprint on your ass.”

She blushed, but asked anyway. “So you’ll spank me without it being a punishment?” Her eyes showed how much the thought turned her on.

“She’s killing me.” Stephon looked at Matt.

“I have a feeling your enjoyment over spankings will become the major focus of our day. You sitting down at dinner might be a little rough, though.”

“I’ll suffer through it.”

Her hand tightened around Matt’s erection. “My jaw is sore and needs a slight workout too. I think I know just the thing.” Huskiness flowed with the words and Matt’s cock jumped further to attention.

Matt pushed the ottoman back. Stephon took her arm and helped her to her feet. “Don’t either of you move,” Stephon said as he walked away. He came back with a pair of handcuffs, but instead of putting them on her, he told Matt to place his hands behind his back. Jewel’s eyes widened while she watched Stephon secure him. “Stand up and move closer to her, Matt.”