close. Very. Normally that kind of crowding made her feel uncomfortable. But not with him. “My submissive had a special request tonight.”
“Oh, really?” She fingered her cheeks, which were getting warm.
“He’d like you to stay again.”
“I don’t know ... I mean, do you think it’s appropriate, considering you just offered me a job?”
“Hmmmm.” Zane nibbled on his lower lip. “You have a point. It probably wouldn’t be appropriate. You might assume I would expect this kind of thing from you all the time.”
“I might.”
“Which I wouldn’t, of course.”
“Of course.”
Zane narrowed his eyes. “I only mentioned it because I got the feeling you were interested in him.”
Damn, this man was sharp. Should she tell him the truth? Or shouldn’t she? Don’t do it. Don’t tell him about the case. “Okay, yes, I was—am—interested. As long as there isn’t any penetration.”
Something flashed in Zane’s eyes. Mandy couldn’t quite read it. “That’s what I thought. No penetration. Understood.” He placed his hand lightly on the small of her back. “Over here.” He set her in position, sitting on some kind of bench, facing Clark, who was still staring down at the floor. She noticed his shoulders rising ever so slightly and the color in his neck deepening as she waited for Zane to tell them what to do.
“Since you’ve been so good, I’ve brought you something.” Zane circled around the back of Clark, bending to speak into his ear. His gaze, however, was fixed on Mandy’s face. She wasn’t exactly clear to whom he was speaking. “You may look up.”
Clark’s eyes lifted. His gaze drifted over her form. His breathing visibly quickened, his wide chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. “Master.” He licked his lips.
“Would you like to see her tits?”
Clark nodded.
Mandy shifted on the bench, pressing her thighs together. She was feeling awkward and unsure. And turned on. Clark was looking at her like she was a great big sundae. That was a little unsettling. Zane was looking at her like she was a cute little bunny and he was a hungry wolf. That was extremely unsettling, but not necessarily in a bad way. Instantly, she recalled the last time she’d been in one of these rooms with him.
Her nerves started tingling all over.
“You know what you must do, then.”
“Yes, master.” Clark bent over and flicked his tongue over his own dick. Then he opened his mouth and sucked about a third of it in.
Mandy had never thought such a thing was possible. The man was sucking his own cock.
She watched, mesmerized, as a hunched-over Clark sucked himself to near orgasm. He started trembling all over, his skin glistening with sweat. His skin tinted a deep red. He stopped, jerking his head up. His eyes snapped to her chest, which was still clothed.
“Very good.” Zane smiled. “Did you enjoy that?” he asked Mandy.
“I ... yes. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“Then you’ll give him his reward.”
Mandy’s gaze jumped back and forth from Clark’s eager expression to Zane’s dark hunger and back to Clark. He was like a puppy dog, waiting for his master to throw him a bone. She almost pitied him.
Feeling a little weird, she tugged her top up until the material was bunched above her breasts. Like last weekend, she was wearing no bra. Her nipples, she noticed, were hard. That wasn’t the only part of her anatomy that was reacting to this bizarre scenario.
Standing behind Clark, Zane demanded, “Take it off. All the way.”
She pulled it off, folded it, and set it on the floor beside the bench.
Clark’s gaze locked onto her boobs.
Zane’s meandered up and down her entire body. “What would you like him to do next?” Zane asked her.
“Well, gosh, I don’t know. What could possibly top a man giving himself a blow job? That was impressive.”
Zane went to the closet, returning with a dildo. He pulled over a bench and had Clark kneel at one end
“Oh, really?” She fingered her cheeks, which were getting warm.
“He’d like you to stay again.”
“I don’t know ... I mean, do you think it’s appropriate, considering you just offered me a job?”
“Hmmmm.” Zane nibbled on his lower lip. “You have a point. It probably wouldn’t be appropriate. You might assume I would expect this kind of thing from you all the time.”
“I might.”
“Which I wouldn’t, of course.”
“Of course.”
Zane narrowed his eyes. “I only mentioned it because I got the feeling you were interested in him.”
Damn, this man was sharp. Should she tell him the truth? Or shouldn’t she? Don’t do it. Don’t tell him about the case. “Okay, yes, I was—am—interested. As long as there isn’t any penetration.”
Something flashed in Zane’s eyes. Mandy couldn’t quite read it. “That’s what I thought. No penetration. Understood.” He placed his hand lightly on the small of her back. “Over here.” He set her in position, sitting on some kind of bench, facing Clark, who was still staring down at the floor. She noticed his shoulders rising ever so slightly and the color in his neck deepening as she waited for Zane to tell them what to do.
“Since you’ve been so good, I’ve brought you something.” Zane circled around the back of Clark, bending to speak into his ear. His gaze, however, was fixed on Mandy’s face. She wasn’t exactly clear to whom he was speaking. “You may look up.”
Clark’s eyes lifted. His gaze drifted over her form. His breathing visibly quickened, his wide chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. “Master.” He licked his lips.
“Would you like to see her tits?”
Clark nodded.
Mandy shifted on the bench, pressing her thighs together. She was feeling awkward and unsure. And turned on. Clark was looking at her like she was a great big sundae. That was a little unsettling. Zane was looking at her like she was a cute little bunny and he was a hungry wolf. That was extremely unsettling, but not necessarily in a bad way. Instantly, she recalled the last time she’d been in one of these rooms with him.
Her nerves started tingling all over.
“You know what you must do, then.”
“Yes, master.” Clark bent over and flicked his tongue over his own dick. Then he opened his mouth and sucked about a third of it in.
Mandy had never thought such a thing was possible. The man was sucking his own cock.
She watched, mesmerized, as a hunched-over Clark sucked himself to near orgasm. He started trembling all over, his skin glistening with sweat. His skin tinted a deep red. He stopped, jerking his head up. His eyes snapped to her chest, which was still clothed.
“Very good.” Zane smiled. “Did you enjoy that?” he asked Mandy.
“I ... yes. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“Then you’ll give him his reward.”
Mandy’s gaze jumped back and forth from Clark’s eager expression to Zane’s dark hunger and back to Clark. He was like a puppy dog, waiting for his master to throw him a bone. She almost pitied him.
Feeling a little weird, she tugged her top up until the material was bunched above her breasts. Like last weekend, she was wearing no bra. Her nipples, she noticed, were hard. That wasn’t the only part of her anatomy that was reacting to this bizarre scenario.
Standing behind Clark, Zane demanded, “Take it off. All the way.”
She pulled it off, folded it, and set it on the floor beside the bench.
Clark’s gaze locked onto her boobs.
Zane’s meandered up and down her entire body. “What would you like him to do next?” Zane asked her.
“Well, gosh, I don’t know. What could possibly top a man giving himself a blow job? That was impressive.”
Zane went to the closet, returning with a dildo. He pulled over a bench and had Clark kneel at one end
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