Chapter Seven

I force myself not to shoot a pleading look Jameson’s way. This is now his game. Like Lisa, Amber and Alex, I’m a mere pawn, completely at his disposal, to do as he wishes as he moves us around his chessboard. Or, more accurately, what I surmise will be an imaginary Twister board.

While we’d left my coat on the floor in the anteroom, I’m still wearing the lingerie. I don’t make an attempt to divest myself of anything, just follow the direction given and settle myself on the luxe comforter that feels like heaven beneath me. I concentrate on this, rather than the fact that Lisa reaches for my right arm and lifts it upward and toward a post, where she collects a blue-satin-padded cuff and secures my wrist.

Pretty Blonde Amber swoops in on my left and repeats the process. Of course, I’m inclined to pull on the thin chains, to test them.

Yeah, they’re the real deal. I’m not freeing myself.

Which begs the question: “Shouldn’t I have a safe word?”

Jameson’s brow crooks, quizzically. “What do you know about safe words, Nikki?”

So… I’m not fully selling him on the kinky persona. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing, or a bad thing.

Then I remind myself it no longer matters. I’ve signed on the proverbial dotted line for whatever he has planned.

“I’ve seen movies,” I simply state.

“But you’ve never—”

“No.”

He gives a slight nod of acknowledgement, and says, “Choose one.”

For some insane reason, my brain blips out, my mind immediately going blank.

What the everlasting fuck?

Jameson allows me a second more, then he chuckles under his breath—as though this isn’t nearly as compromising as it fucking is—and tells me, “Just say ‘stop,’ Nikki. If you’re not enjoying yourself… Just say stop.”

If I’m not enjoying myself?

Oh, dear God…

I’m already wet and burning up. And, honestly… I’m in desperate need of taking the edge off. I can’t even press my thighs together to stave off the throbbing in my core because Alex is suddenly between my legs as he kneels on the bench at the foot of the bed. He slips off one of my shoes, then the other. He rolls my stockings down. Slowly. Tantalizingly slow, capturing Jameson’s attention.

He coils his fingers in the thin sides of my thong and drags the skimpy material along my legs. He rubs the crotch with his finger and thumb. He grins, slyly.

“Bring that to me,” Jameson demands.

Alex does his bidding. Jameson raises the lace to his nose—and inhales. Deeply.

I am so close to losing it. And no one is even really touching me!

The anticipation and insinuation are arousing me more with every passing second.

I can barely wheeze in a sliver of air.

My heart is pounding erratically, but the vibrations aren’t nearly as wicked as the pulsating in my pussy.

Alex clicks the cuffs into place at my ankles, so that I’m spread-eagle on the mattress.

Lisa climbs gracefully onto the bed and unclasps my bra, in the front, pulling apart the demi-cups.

“Nice,” she whispers as she eyes the rounded mounds and my puckered nipples. She licks her plumped up lips and then dips her head to my chest.

Her tongue darts out and the tip flutters over my taut peak, tightening it further.

Liquid fire roars through my veins and I involuntarily tug on the chains again.

I doubt this bondage act is for my benefit, per se—I believe it’s to sate Jameson’s voyeuristic fetish.

But, oh, Lord. It does offer an element of the forbidden, and that is damn sexy.

So, too, is the fact that I’m obviously the centerpiece in this enticing feast.

Lisa palms my breasts and kneads them with a bit of pressure. She pushes them together and suckles one nipple, then the other.

A sharp moan falls from my lips.

“You like that.” Her warm breath teases the ultra-sensitive point before she toys with it again, with her tongue. Meanwhile, she pinches the other nipple, roughly. Jolting me.

Amber moves in and Lisa lifts her head to accept a flirty, tongue-tangling kiss. Lisa continues to massage my breasts as she and Amber tease each other.

Then Lisa murmurs, “Feel them. They’re real.”

One of Amber’s hands replaces one of Lisa’s and she more firmly kneads my flesh.

“And look at how hard her nipples get,” Lisa softly adds. “Jesus, they’re so fucking hard.”

She tweaks one once more, rolling it more sharply so that I suck in a breath and my pelvis shoots upward.

Over her shoulder, Lisa tells Alex, “These are breasts you want to fuck.” Then she returns her gaze to me and coyly says, “I definitely want to fuck them.”

She shifts on the bed, straddling my torso so that she can rub her slick folds over my stomach, then higher as she inches her way along my ribcage, her palms flattening on a pillow on either side of my head.

When she reaches my chest, she plants her knee under my armpit, in the space created by my raised arm. She’s able to put the majority of her weight on her knee and she contorts her upper body slightly so that she can maneuver herself and lean into Amber, alongside us, for support. This allows Lisa to balance just so as she sort of semi-straddles my breast, coating my skin with her juices. She rocks her hips faintly, caressing my nipple with her clit.

“That’s hot,” Amber whispers in a throaty voice. And kisses Lisa more ardently as she pleasures herself.

Her folds are dewy and there is no friction between us, just a warm creaminess that is erotically stirring.

Amber grabs Lisa’s ass cheek and squeezes, effectively increasing the intensity of Lisa gyrating against my chest. I can feel Amber ease two fingers into Lisa’s pussy and she pumps quickly, determinedly.

Lisa breaks the kiss and cries out, restlessly, totally on the verge.

She rocks faster. I yank on the chains. I want to grasp her hips and hold her steady as she fucks my chest. This is nothing I’ve imagined before, but it’s fantastically sinful to have her riding me like this, mindful not to squish the air out of me and yet, using my body to push her toward climax.

“Right there,” Lisa murmurs on a fractured breath as Amber finds that precious spot inside her and doesn’t let up. “Oh, fuck, yes,” Lisa whimpers, getting off to my nipple stroking her clit and Amber pumping more heartily. “Like that. Oh, goddamn, just like that…”

Her body tenses—as does mine.

“That’s it,” Amber encourages. “Come all over her tits.”

“Yes… Oh, God, yes! I’m going to come—oh, God!” Lisa cries out again as electric currents radiate from her.

I feel her hot moisture smearing my skin as she quakes.

That’s all it takes to send me over, too, so that my release erupts deep within me—with nothing more than this to spur me on.

“Oh, God!” I call out.

We’re both frozen in the moment, in several suspended moments, our harsh pants filling the quiet room.

Eventually, Lisa unravels from Amber, and from me, and slips away. While I’m still trembling, Amber goes down on all fours to get closer to me and glides her tongue along the outer swell of my breast. She makes a sensuous purring sound, then diligently swipes at the cream covering my nipple. She suckles for added effect, and oh, Christ… The ripples continue throughout me.

Lisa places a hand at the back of Amber’s head, pinioning her where she’s at as she insists, “Good kitty. Lick all my cum off her.”

Amber obeys.

My pulse jumps.

I crane my neck and spare a glance at Jameson. His gaze locks with mine, instantly. Blazing brightly. Telling me without him having to say a word that this is not over…