“Your Master has taken off his shirt. He’s going to take you while I’m inside of you.”
A tiny noise broke from Dana’s lips that made Peter’s gray eyes get darker. He shifted further back on the table and swung his legs up. Rachel watched the unexpected grace of his movements, the bunching of his biceps, as he slid himself beneath Dana. The blind woman braced her hands on his chest, while his long legs parted to border both women, his feet brushing Rachel’s calves.
“Hand me her tether,” he ordered Rachel. Rachel complied, feeding it back under her body. Peter grasped the end and slid it all the way out from under Dana, only to wrap it around his fist, which he had pressed against his sub’s throat. If he slid back up, just a short distance, Dana would be right over his jean-clad groin, a tempting position that made Rachel wonder if he’d choose Dana’s mouth over her cunt. However, though neither he nor Jon were commanded by Ben’s choices, they didn’t seem to disagree with them.
With amazing synchronicity, Peter and Jon adjusted her and Dana to fit their intent. When she turned her head to her shoulder to look back at her Master, he gave her a wink and pressed some kind of hidden control under the rosewood layer of the table. A whir of gears and then she made a little yelp of surprise as the thick glass beneath her dropped. She clutched his arm around her waist before she realized he’d adjusted their section of the table down like a shallow ramp.
“I’d never let you fall, Rachel,” her Master murmured in her ear.
He wouldn’t. Though her heart did a funny bounce the way her stomach just had, as she registered his intent. Because of the change in angle, Jon would now be able to have her while he remained standing on the floor, her on her knees on the table.
As soon as the table had steadied, Peter lifted Dana, having her straddle his groin. Jon moved Rachel with them, so she didn’t have to pull out of Dana, except for an adjustment that caused the woman to make another aroused moan.
“Open my jeans and take me out,” Peter ordered his sub.
Rachel was captured by the sight and feel of it as Dana complied with fumbling fingers, her coordination less than stellar from the arousal that gripped them all. As she did it, Peter twisted his fingers in the collar Dana wore, much as Rachel had done it. But the ripple of response Dana had to her doing it couldn’t compare to the vibrating stillness that swept Dana’s body as her Master held her by that symbol of ownership.
“You with me, Sergeant?” Peter asked softly. Though Rachel couldn’t see Dana’s face, she could see the laser intensity of Peter’s gaze. Dana’s answer was throaty and emotional.
“Always.”
His gaze softened, and he released the collar to brush her face with his fingertips. “Then put me inside you. I’ve been dying to fuck you since this night started.”
Rachel’s own sex contracted in reaction as she felt the outside movements Dana made to handle taking her Master’s substantial cock inside her. An effort that was increased by having the strap-on phallus already inside her rectum.
Rachel slid an arm around her waist, helping, and Dana made a noise of appreciation and desire both. It was unforgettable, having the view of Peter’s concentrated expression as his sub slid down on him, inch by inch; feeling Dana’s reaction as she took him.
But there was more. There was always more to experience, to savor. Jon stroked Rachel’s hips, her buttocks, and she closed her eyes as her Master bent to brush kisses on the backs of her knees, her thighs, her buttocks. When he parted and put his mouth between them, Rachel jerked and thrust in involuntary reaction, which wrested a matching cry from Dana’s throat.
“Playing dirty back there,” Peter chuckled, a sexy, deep sound. “Dana’s cunt just squeezed me like a vise. Keep doing that, brother.”
Rachel was glad for the strength in Jon’s hands that held her up. Her hips were moving in his grasp, forcing rough, erratic thrusts of the strap-on into Dana as Peter held her down on him, apparently deep enough to have Dana making hot little pleading whimpers.
Jon straightened, hands gliding along Rachel’s back and arms. Then his touch withdrew, but only to prepare himself, if the sound of his jeans being unzipped and the rustle of fabric were any indication. Rachel’s fingers flexed on Dana’s hips in reaction.
“Now, ladies,” Jon whispered, pressing close to Rachel, letting her feel the brush of his heated length along her buttock, “You don’t move except how your Masters move you. Understood?”
“Yes, sir,” came from them both, though there was a desperation in Dana’s tone that told Rachel how close she already was. She no longer wondered at how often and fast Jon and the K&A men could take a woman to that peak, but she was constantly amazed at the creative variety of ways they did it.
Then that thought and any other disappeared as Jon put his hand on her back, fingers spreading out, conveying heat and demand, so that she bent further over Dana, their two bodies now canted at the same angle, which allowed her Master to stroke between her legs with the tip of his cock. She was wet and ready, and he slid into her cunt, a perfect fit that filled her up. She let out an unsteady breath, a quiet note of sound that matched Dana’s plea.
“I second Peter’s comment. I wanted to be inside you like this, every moment since you entered the building tonight. Since we watched you get undressed in front of the bathroom mirror. All I could think about was you’re mine, and I wanted you now, and always.”
She made a soft moan as he pressed in deeper. His voice became stern to underline his will. Their will. “Your Masters have been generous and allowed you to come. Now you’ll hold off until we’re done.”
Dana bit off a curse, and somehow translated it into “Yes, sir,” though Peter chuckled again.
“Going to get into trouble with that one, Sergeant.”
“I didn’t hear you, Rachel,” Jon said, and thrust deeper.
“Goddess…yes, Master.”
She hadn’t thought she was as close as Dana, but when Jon started to move, and the pressure of his hands and body pushed her into Dana again, so the phallus pressed harder against her clit, she realized she was wrong. Peter and Jon wanted them to work for this one. That ruthless side of the Masters was evident here, albeit cloaked in velvet seduction and caresses.
Peter released Dana’s hip, his other hand still wrapped in the tether. With the free one, he gripped Rachel’s hair, hard, adding to the force of the movements he and Jon were controlling. With the pressure on the tether, Peter was making Dana lift and come back. Her soft cries were starting to build. Rachel wasn’t going to be able to hold out. She, oh Goddess…