Lucas was right. Ben had managed Marcie’s youth and her obvious attraction to him with an admirable degree of appropriateness. All while giving Marcie the older friend she needed, due to the challenges Cass and her siblings had faced in life. But, as odd as it sounded to say aloud, Rachel thought he had gotten a great deal out of his friendship with the teen as well. They’d seemed to click in an unexpected way.
The K&A lawyer didn’t form lasting romantic attachments with women. According to Jon, he usually only had hookups in his preferred BDSM clubs in New Orleans and Baton Rouge. If he had to have a date for a public function, he chose someone with whom it was obvious he had only a friendly or purely sexual relationship. Marcie’s older-than-her-years personality, combined with her being a “safe,” totally off-limits female, had provided Ben with the only close female friend Rachel knew of him having.
Just for fun, she imagined him and Marcie meeting a few years down the road, and was surprised when her imagination portrayed it as a romantic reunion. Even more surprising, it wasn’t as difficult as she’d expected to imagine Marcie and Ben together that way.
Rachel had seen recent photos from when Lucas and Cass had visited Marcie in Italy. She had morphed from a pretty teenager into a stunning young woman, sure to turn Ben or any man’s head. But was Marcie the type of woman who could handle the Dom side of Ben’s personality? The other women said he was a hardcore sadist, and now Rachel had direct proof of it. She’d seen it in the intensity of his gaze, the tightening of his lips, when he’d pushed down her throat. Though he’d stopped at the limits of what she could take, she’d felt his desire to take it further, maybe make her gag and beg for mercy around his cock.
While such a thought gave her an erotic shiver, that kind of edge play was only fantasy for her. She wasn’t sure what type of woman could ride that edge with Ben, while also giving him the emotional connection that Rachel sensed he needed in an equally extreme way.
She had no idea if Marcie had a submissive orientation like her older sister did. A lack of that would be a definite deal breaker for Ben, if ever he did consider a relationship.
“Gone to sleep down there?” Jon tousled her hair, stroking it back from her cheek. She shook her head, lifting her face to give him a smile.
“No, Master.”
His lips curved in response, those vivid blue eyes fastened on her. “Ready for more?”
More? Her legs were like rubber, yet even if they gave out entirely, she’d want to give him whatever he demanded. So she nodded.
But those eyes also saw everything. His lips tightened, and she thought he might overrule her, give her an even longer break, but Ben helped them in the right direction.
“What do you know? I finally won a hand,” Ben said with great satisfaction. “And since I’m the only one who hasn’t had a turn, I’m taking it now. What I want will require me, Lucas and Matt to take a beer break in Matt’s office. Eventually.”
At Jon’s puzzled look, Ben flashed him a grin. “You gave me your sub’s gorgeous mouth, so I’m going to give you something in return. We need to turn the tables. Time for the good girl to give it to the bad girl—up the ass, remind her how to behave.”
“We’re going to take a beer break during that?” Lucas asked. “Did you have a head injury we missed?”
Ben grinned wider. “No, we hang for that part. Wild horses couldn’t tear us away. But after that gains some traction, it’s time to give Jon and Peter some relief. They’ll fuck their beautiful subs while Rachel is nice and deep inside Dana’s tight little butt.”
A strap-on? She was a sub, through and through. Rachel wasn’t sure if she could do that. Not the way Dana had done it, taking command of Rachel’s senses so easily.
“Rachel, come replenish the drinks before you teach Dana a lesson,” Matt said.
Jon’s hand was at her elbow, helping her to her feet. She looked at him, and he bumped her with his body as he nodded toward the bar. “Take care of them, and we’ll go from there,” he said quietly.
In short, trust him. Trust the situation.
As Rachel brought everyone a new drink, she realized Matt hadn’t requested that merely out of a desire to see a naked woman waiting on them again. Every Dom’s attention was upon her, appraising the steadiness of her movements, her strength. Her limbs were quivering a bit from the repeat orgasms, the stressful pleasures of the evening, but as she imagined the second part of Ben’s scenario, Jon inside her while she was inside Dana, and Dana straddling Peter’s cock, the flipflop of her stomach told her she still had fuel to give. So she tossed back her hair, and showed them that she wanted more.
Because she did. Which just proved she really was crazy.
When she brought Jon the refill of his drink, he’d retrieved the needed toy from somewhere. A curved, sleek pink dildo in a matching harness.
“It’s like guns these days. Fake dicks can come in girl colors,” Ben said.
“They shoot and fuck just as well as the manly-looking ones,” Lucas responded.
“Technically, some fake dicks can shoot, too. Jon’s made a couple good ones like that. Hasn’t he, Rachel?” Ben said.
“Yes, sir,” she responded immediately. “They’re wonderful. But I prefer him.”
“Now you’re just being nice to him,” Ben teased her. “We know boy genius’s inventions could put average dicks out of business.”
“There are none of those in this room,” Dana said staunchly.
“Kiss ass,” Ben told her. “They can see the truth in the mirror. Unless it’s one of those magnified ones.”
“Put your hands on my shoulders,” Jon ordered her, shrugging off the byplay, though she noticed an amused glint in his eyes. When she complied, he fitted the straps over her hips, between her legs. “When it’s time for me to be inside you, I’ll be getting that strap between your legs out of the way, but at that point you’ll be deep inside Dana and won’t need that stabilizing point.”
She wet her lips. “Yes, sir.”
Reaching up, he caressed her cheek. “Do you understand how to put it in her ass without hurting her?”
“Go slow. Don’t push, ease. And lubricate. I’m nervous,” she admitted in a whisper. “I’m not sure how to do it…like a Dom would.”
Jon stood, framing her face with both hands now. He tipped her chin so she was looking up at him. “You’re not a Dom, Rachel. You’re being ordered to fuck her by a Dom. Will you follow Ben’s commands? And mine?”
“Yes. Always.” She just wanted it to be pleasurable for Dana. But then she remembered how, when she was kissing Dana, or when their bodies were rubbing against one another, instincts had taken over, instinct and need. It would be all right. She just had to set her nervousness aside.
“You won’t need these now.” He eased off the nipple clamps, and massaged the tingling buds with his fingers as she swayed at the reaction. When he gathered her to him, she leaned against his body, her forehead to his shoulder, as he eased out the plug. Someone took it from him, because then he pressed his open palm against her lower back.