Chapter 24
24
Kincaid
Amy was pouting. They didn’t let her orgasm before their dinner came, and it was cute. She was very aroused, which apparently made her stab her food aggressively with a knife as she sent little glares at both him and Zach. But squirming and needy was how he wanted her right now.
Last weekend had been all about giving her as many orgasms as she could handle. Tonight was about making her wait a little bit. Especially because once they got started, he wasn’t going to want to stop. So, they needed to eat first.
As they did, he and Zach had a whole conversation while Amy pouted and squirmed between them, helped along by the little caresses that they were both giving her at random intervals. It was no wonder she was pouty and jumpy. Kincaid smirked every time she glared at him. This was fun.
While Zach submitted to him and was submissive to him, he didn’t have the fun little reactions Amy did. He could tell that Zach was enjoying tormenting her as well. They were part of a team.
As soon as they were done eating, Kincaid pushed their plates to the edge of the table, so their server could easily pick them up. Amy perked up, looking incredibly hopeful. But the show on stage hadn’t started yet, and he was pretty sure Zach was enjoying edging her as much as he was.
“Did you bring anything to decorate our pretty little sub with?” Kincaid asked, knowing perfectly well that Zach had done exactly that.
“Of course.” Zach grinned, reaching into his pocket as Kincaid shrugged off his jacket.
Amy watched him roll up his shirt sleeves, her focus entirely on his forearms and hands, and he couldn’t help but grin. As she watched him, she wasn’t paying attention to Zach bringing out the clover clamps that he’d packed away. They weren’t Kincaid’s preference, but he knew Zach liked them, and apparently, Amy did as well.
“Let’s see these pretty breasts,” Kincaid murmured, reaching for the front of her dress. Amy sat still like a good girl while he and Zach pulled the V-neck of her dress open, revealing the lacy bra beneath. Her pink nipples were already hard, pressing against the black lace. Kincaid paused to pinch and roll the one closest to him, making her give a little moan as the lace rasped over the sensitive bud.
“Very pretty,” Zach said from the other side, pinching her nipple hard and tugging. Amy squirmed between them, and Kincaid grinned as she ended up with one hand on his thigh and the other on Zach’s.
“Now there’s an idea…” He looked up at Zach. Yeah, they were on the same page. It only took them a moment, then Amy was between them, a hand on each cock, squeezing and holding on for dear life as they played with her breasts. She was so consumed by what they were doing, it wasn’t exactly a hand job, but he was much happier with her fingers wrapped around his dick than nothing.
Their server, a club submissive named Grace, appeared at their table, picking up the dishes Kincaid had pushed to the edge.
“Would you like any dessert?” she asked nonchalantly. The servers at Marquis were used to far more risqué behavior than something as simple as two men getting hand jobs while they played with the woman sitting between them.
Amy whimpered.
“Ice cream, please,” Kincaid said, rubbing the scratchy lace against Amy’s nipple as he smiled up at Grace. She nodded, smiling, and moved on, as if she hadn’t seen anything out of the ordinary.
Damn, but he loved kink-safe spaces.
On the other side of Amy, Zach pulled down the lace of her bra, exposing the hard pink nipple completely.
“First clamp, my sweet slut.”
Her eyes closed as he applied it, lips parting as she sucked in a deep breath, her chest lifting as she did so. A high-pitched whine came from the back of her throat, and her fingers tightened around Kincaid’s cock like a death grip, causing him to moan in response. Zach did the same, so he had a feeling his boyfriend was receiving the same treatment.
As she panted, Kincaid pulled down the other side of her bra, hefting her breast in his hand and holding it up for Zach. Their gazes connected over Amy’s gorgeous breasts, Zach looking into Kincaid’s eyes as he put the second clamp on her nipple. She whined again, panting for breath through the pain, as Kincaid and Zach smiled over her.
Amy
Her Doms were jerks of the highest order.
What happened to all the orgasms she could handle? Right now, she’d be willing to kill for just one orgasm.
She was wetter than she’d ever been in her life, and they were alternating between eating ice cream and feeding her ice cream. For one shining, hopeful moment, she’d thought maybe they’d eat the ice cream off her pussy, but no. They just toyed with the clamps, occasionally tugging on them to tighten the clover clamps even more, sending another flash of pain through her body. Sometimes, they’d brush their fingers over the tips of her nipples, peeking out from the clamps.
Her chest throbbed, and her pussy clenched with need, but now that they’d gotten her fantasy out of her, both of them were apparently ignoring her pussy.
Jerks.
She kept squirming in her seat, pressing her thighs together, trying to get the pressure she needed to tip her growing arousal over the edge while they talked about some boring finance thing Zach was doing at work. Okay, it wouldn’t be that boring if she could focus, but she’d be a lot more interested if she wasn’t dying of sexual need between them while they talked finance! Not even jerking them off harder changed their determined conversation. They just fed her another bite of ice cream, which forced her to slow her movements.
Then the lights started to go down, and she perked up. The show was starting.
Thank the sex gods.
Music, heavy on the bass, slowly filled the air in a slow crescendo as dark figures made their way out onto the stage. It wasn’t until the lights came up that Amy realized there were three of them.
She hadn’t asked who was performing tonight, and she hadn’t looked it up because she wanted to be surprised… so she hadn’t known it was a threesome.
Masters Justin and Chris with their wife and submissive, Jessica. Talk about a fantasy come true. Just like Kincaid and Zach, they were tall, dark-haired, and very handsome. They’d been a little worn down after having their baby with Jessica, but it appeared they’d bounced back since then.
They circled around Jessica, who stood between them beside a spanking bench, hands at her side, with the most serene expression on her face. She wasn’t quite as curvy as Amy, but close, and the way the two men looked at her made Amy ache… but not with envy anymore.
Kincaid and Zach looked at her almost exactly like that.
Of course, it couldn’t be exactly like that. They weren’t in love with her, after all. But it was close enough to make her ache, wishing that maybe…
Stop it. Don’t go there.
She was rebounding. Of course, her feelings were all confused. Especially because Kincaid and Zach—just as housemates, friends, and sexual partners—acted as better boyfriends than Jeremy ever had. She needed to raise the bar of her expectations. She didn’t ever want to go back to how Jeremy had treated her.
He’d never looked at her the way the three on stage looked at each other.
“Ow!” She jumped as pain throbbed through her nipple—unexpectedly coming from Kincaid’s side rather than Zach's.
“I feel like you’re not paying attention, princess,” he murmured in her ear. “Maybe we need to give you something else to focus on.”
Shoot, she really had missed some of the show, she’d been so lost in thought.
On stage, Justin had Jessica’s arms behind her back, trapped between her and him while Chris was applying clamps to her nipples. Amy’s breasts throbbed in sympathy, not that she had more than a moment to feel that sympathy before she was suddenly lifted up by both men and bent over the table.
“Ow!” Unlike in the Jail, she could use her hands to push herself up, so her clamped nipples weren’t pressed flat against the hard wooden surface. She got her elbows underneath her, propping herself up so that her breasts hung down between them.
The tips of her nipples still brushed against the hard wood when she moved, stimulating the tortured buds without causing true pain. The position also meant that she could still see what was happening onstage, where Chris was now hefting a leather flogger in his hand. Justin still held Jessica in place, her arms behind her, his mouth moving up the side of her neck with kisses. Her head fell back against his shoulder, pushing her breasts out farther like an offering.
Behind Amy, she felt something hot and hard press against her slit, rubbing up and down the wet folds of her pussy.
Then he thrust forward, and she moaned, pushing back against whoever was starting to fuck her. It only took a glance over her shoulder to know that it was Zach sliding his cock into her. She could see Kincaid’s head turned, watching from an incredibly advantageous perspective as Zach pulled back and thrust in again, his hands tightly gripping her hips.
She could feel him sliding in, stretching her muscles as they clenched around him, needily sucking him in deeper. The movements made her breasts sway, and she moaned as the tips brushed against the table beneath her, making her nipples throb as blood tried to push into them, only to be stopped by the clamps.
Onstage in front of her, Jessica was now moaning as she leaned back against Master Justin, the leather slapping against her breasts over and over again. She writhed against him as Master Chris turned her breasts from pale cream to a bright, blushing rose.
Amy was having trouble concentrating on watching them, though, because Zach was fucking her with long, slow strokes that made her senses go haywire.
“Oh, fuck…” Her fingers curled, nails digging into the wood as she panted for breath. She’d been so worked up, even before he’d bent her over the table, that her orgasm was ramping up again exponentially with every thrust of his cock. His balls slapped against her swollen clit, sending little sparks of ecstasy through her roiling pleasure. “Oh, fuck, oh, fuck…”
Suddenly, Kincaid was there beside her, one elbow on the table, his other hand fisting her hair and pulling her head completely upright. She was staring right at the stage but seeing nothing as he whispered in her ear.
“Come for us, good girl.”
She cried out, shuddering and clenching around Zach as he kept fucking her, harder and faster, sending her on wave after wave of pleasure. Kincaid kept his tight grip on her hair, and she could feel his gaze on her, watching her as she came for them.
Zach
Amy felt like sweet heaven as he buried himself inside her, over and over again. He could feel her coming around him, her pussy gripping him even tighter than her fingers had while he’d been teasing her. Seeing Kincaid’s head next to hers, his boyfriend’s fingers buried in her hair, only turned him on more.
“Good girl,” Kincaid said, loud enough for Zach to hear, though he doubted anyone outside the booth could hear. He let go of her hair so he could slide his hands under her body.
Zach knew the exact moment that Kincaid removed the first clamp from her nipple. He could feel it as her pussy rippled around him, even as her cry was lost in the noises from all around them.
He groaned with pleasure at the incredible sensation.
On stage, Justin and Chris now had Jessica leaning against Chris, her head on his chest, her bottom pushed outward, as Justin flogged her ass.
He could imagine him and Kincaid in this position but with more than a flogger. Maybe a whip or a cane. Amy would whimper and cling to Kincaid while Zach whipped her, and Kincaid would tell her what a good girl she was being for taking the pain for Zach.
Fuck .
Amy’s pussy rippled again as the second clamp was removed, then Kincaid had his hands under her chest, probably massaging her breasts and sore nipples. Zach gripped her hips, fucking her faster and harder, rocking her against the table as she was held up by her elbows.
Then Kincaid released her breasts and straightened again, moving one hand back to her hair and pulling her head back up again so he could make sure she could see what was happening in front of them.
He felt her pussy spasm again when Justin dropped the flogger and unzipped his pants, stepping up behind Jessica. Chris held her in place as Justin moved into position and thrust his cock into her from behind, the same way Zach was doing to Amy.
His own need was bubbling up and over, breath coming in short, hot pants as her pussy clamped down around him again.
Kincaid turned his head away from the scene on stage, meeting Zach’s gaze, heat burning in his eyes. That was all Zach needed to send himself over the edge.
Caught in Kincaid’s gaze, he buried himself in Amy, his cock pulsing against the wet, throbbing heat of her body. Still holding on to Amy’s hair with one hand, Kincaid leaned over, wrapping his hand around the back of Zach’s neck and kissing the fuck out of him while he emptied himself into Amy’s pussy.