And she’d put fresh batteries in her vibrator.
Thomas smiled at Nevvie but spoke to Tyler, keeping his voice low. “Our little slave seems content tonight, lover.”
“Is that right, love? Are you content?”
She honed her sultry “fuck me” voice. “Yes, Master.”
Both men sucked in a sharp breath.
This was fun! She felt powerful, that she could do this to not one, but two gay guys! Two really cute, fuckable gay guys.
She spied the straw in Tyler’s cup. “I’m thirsty, Master. May I have a drink?”
“Very good, love.” Tyler leaned forward, holding the straw while she sipped. She decided to tease them a little and ran the tip of her tongue around the straw, then licked her lips when she finished.
Thomas’ legs tightened around her. He muttered, “Holy crap!” under his breath.
If she’d had a hand between her legs she could have exploded at that moment. Tyler’s smile lit every square inch of his face and touched the farthest reaches of her soul.
“Thank you, Master,” she whispered.
Tyler nodded, apparently unable to speak. That game point went to her.
Thomas leaned in and murmured, “That’s a good little slave. You have pleased us.” It was her turn to gasp. Something about the seductive, possessive timbre of his voice stirred the very depths of her passion.
Point to the boys.
More people arrived, filling the house. Costumes ranged from boring and tame to wild and X-rated. Nevvie almost looked G-rated in comparison. Thomas sat her across his lap and she slung her arm around his neck. He slipped an arm around her waist and she noted he never put the leash down. In fact, one of the men had always held it since the game started.
The possessive gesture made her incredibly horny.
Music started outside. The crowd in the living room thinned as people gravitated to the backyard and large patio around the pool to dance and talk. Tyler and Thomas, apparently well-known among the guests, spent plenty of time talking with others. She watched them interacting, able to observe them in a way she normally didn’t.
Tyler always asked about others, their families, jobs, seemed to have an encyclopedic knowledge of those he talked to. If not, he gently milked them for information, storing it in his ginormous brain for future reference. When people asked about him he would answer, but always steered the conversation back to focus on whoever he talked with.
Thomas was the opposite, discussing sports and other general trivia. He had an easy, open manner and friendly way, but was content to watch and listen to Tyler, or exchange friendly winks with Nevvie.
Those made her pussy quiver. His deep brown eyes were so different than Tyler’s and yet able to ignite such equally exquisite passion.
Thomas patted her thigh. “Sugar, I hate to say this, but I have to excuse myself for a moment.”
“Need help, Master?”
Tyler didn’t hear her comment, busy in conversation with someone. Thomas studied her then leaned in close, his lips by her ear. “If I had your beautiful body standing there to look at I wouldn’t be able to go. I’d be rock hard, you should know that.”
She gasped as he sat back and winked. That point definitely went to the boys.
He held her hand as she stood. Tyler immediately took her hand and the leash from Thomas.
Tyler patted his lap and she sat, happy to put her arm around his neck. She was used to being this close to him, but this was different, raw and sensual.
Thomas returned a few minutes later with a plate of food. “Eddie and Pete went all out again, as usual.”
“I would expect no less, dear Thomas.” He glanced at the plate, then at Nevvie.
She decided to play it back to them. “I’m hungry, Master.” Her eyes never wavered from Tyler.
“Then let’s take care of that shall we, my little slave?”
Tyler dredged a carrot stick through ranch dressing before holding it to her lips, Thomas closely watching. She touched the tip of her tongue to the carrot stick, teasing it in Tyler’s hand before slowly running her lips along it. She sucked the dressing off, drawing a low, hungry moan from Tyler, then used her lips to pull the snack from his fingers and completely into her mouth.
Both men stared, slack-jawed. When she finished chewing she met Tyler’s eyes. “Does that please you, Master?”
Tyler nodded, stunned. “That pleases me very much,” he hoarsely whispered.
Game, set, and match.
Hah! Teach them how it feels for a change.
She turned her gaze to Thomas. “Master, may I have another?”
The men dumbly nodded, and Thomas’ hand trembled slightly as she repeated the process. Again she asked, “May I have another, Master?”
The men alternated feeding her. Not just carrot sticks, although she imagined if they’d had a truckload of them they would have gladly watched her fellate each morsel till hell froze over. At one point she sucked a little crab dip off Tyler’s finger, then gently caught Thomas’ thumb in her teeth, and ran her tongue over it.
Neither man spoke, apparently too entranced to form vowels, much less coherent words.
Her pussy throbbed, and when she shifted position in Tyler’s lap she felt his hard bulge against her leg.
Bet they’d have some interesting noises coming from their bedroom later. Hmm. Maybe once she knew they were at it she could sneak outside their door and wank off in the hall.
That was a deliciously naughty thought.
She asked for a drink. Thomas’ hands trembled slightly as he held the straw. Then she leaned back in Tyler’s lap and smiled. “Thank you, Master. I’m full.”
She’d never had one, much less two men fawning over her. Tyler hadn’t lied—she was fully out of her funk and enjoying every minute.
Time to push the envelope. It’s what they wanted, right? “Am I being a good little slave?”
Two heads bobbed, their eyes never leaving her.
“Am I pleasing my masters?”
Again they nodded.
After a long moment, Thomas noticed the empty plate in his hand. “I’ll…uh…go throw this away.” When he stood, she didn’t miss his sizeable bulge.
Ty’s arm tightened around her waist while his other hand now rested on her thigh. She shifted position and placed his hand higher on her leg, so his fingers brushed between her thighs.
“Shouldn’t Master have his hand there?”
His eyes burned with an intensity she’d never seen. “That’s a good little slave,” he uttered in a choked whisper. “That pleases me.”
That point went to her.
She grinned and leaned close. “Frankly, Master, your little slave will have a very hard time getting to sleep tonight. You were right. This is fun.” His fingers twitched against the fabric of her panties, and she fought the urge to moan. Great, rape her friend on the couch at a Halloween party.
But damn, it felt good! He was asking for it.
Thomas returned and started to say something, then grinned when he spied the latest development. He knelt in front of them, one arm around Nevvie’s shoulders and the other resting on Tyler’s.
“Is our slave having fun?” he whispered.
“Yes, Master. A lot of fun.”
Thomas shifted his position and put his hand high on her thigh, his fingers touching Tyler’s. With his eyes boring into hers he asked, “Does our little slave have any other needs we must take care of right now?”
Okay, so that point went to the boys. She shook her head.
His eyes never wavered. “If you do, make sure you tell us, we’ll be happy to oblige. Anything.”
“Very happy to oblige,” Tyler echoed. Then he winked. She gasped, wiggling in his lap to get closer to their hands.