Sam leaned over, and his hands tangled in Abby’s hair as he held her close. “I love you, Abby. We’ll take care of everything. Don’t worry about the town or the Echols family or anything else. We’ll take care of it.” Sam kissed her and stood back. Abby relaxed back against the plush massage table. Jack used the warm wash cloth to tenderly wash between her legs.
Abby sniffed as she looked up at them. “Are you going to take care of me?”
There was a certain pleading heat in her voice that made Sam smile. “I don’t think she’s talking about a bath, Jack.” Abby wanted to come. Sam wasn’t so sure her punishment was over yet.
Jack smiled down at Abby. “Just what do you need me to take care of? You did a good job, Abby. You made up for what you did. I’m feeling indulgent. What would make you happy?”
“Kiss Sam,” Abby requested, quietly looking between the two of them.
Jack’s emerald eyes flared in surprise. Sam took a step back. This wasn’t what he expected. There was no way Jack was going to do this. Sam felt a fine tremble in his hands. What would it be like? What would it feel like to submit to Jack sexually?
“You want me to kiss Sam?” Jack sounded slightly amused. He didn’t sound like a man who intended to say no. Sam swallowed.
Abby sat up. If her bottom was sore, it didn’t seem to bother her. She looked between the two men and sighed. “I do. I want you to kiss Sam, and I want to watch.”
Jack looked from Abby to Sam. He winked at Sam. Sam felt something deep inside him ease. Jack wasn’t going to reject him. “Will that get you hot, baby?”
“Yes, Jack,” Abby replied with a happy sigh.
Jack shook his head with a rueful laugh. He turned to Sam. “Come here, Sam.”
Sam’s cock twitched. He couldn’t help it. Sam was sure Jack noticed it, too, but was politely refraining from commenting. Sam fought for each breath as he put one foot in front of the other. He had to think about it, otherwise he might have tripped. He felt awkward, but there was no way he was backing down.
Sam was slightly shorter than Jack. This close, Sam had to tip his head up a little. Jack radiated authority. Jack brought his hands up to cup Sam’s face and pulled him in. Their lips met roughly. There was nothing at all feminine about the kiss. Jack was rough and masterful. It was so different than kissing a woman. There was nothing gentle. Jack’s tongue plunged in, invading and conquering. Sam fought back. His tongue met Jack’s in a rousing duel. This was what sex would be like with Jack. It would be a fight to get Sam to submit on every level. Sam didn’t think it was a fight he could win, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to. Sam let his hand touch Jack’s perfectly cut chest. He had never wanted a man before, but he’d always longed for Jack. Sam was breathless by the time Jack pulled away.
Sam noticed Abby had enjoyed the show. Her little fingers were slipping in and out of her pussy.
Jack’s hand shot out and slapped her hand away from her pussy.
“Not on your life, sweetheart,” Jack growled. “You got your wish. The rest of the night is for me and Sam. Take her to the bed.”
Sam picked her up easily.
“Thank you, baby,” he whispered as he carried her out of the playroom and through the master bath. She had made that moment with Jack possible.
He tossed her gently on the big, soft bed and looked forward to the rest of the night.
Chapter Thirteen
Abby shrieked a little when Sam threw her on the bed. Sam was on top of her before she’d settled onto the comforter. He had completely recovered from his first orgasm of the night and, if his dick was any indication, was ready for more. Abby let her hands weave into his hair as he covered her mouth with his. Sam was voracious, and Abby knew that finally kissing Jack had the intended effect on Sam’s libido. He covered her body with his and forced her legs open to make a place for himself at her core. Abby responded to him by wrapping herself around his waist and pushing up, seeking relief from the seemingly endless stimulation.
“Are you too sore?” Sam asked when he came up for air. He tried to pull his weight off her.
“No.” Abby dug her nails into the flesh of his back to keep him right where he was. “I’m fine, Sam. I’m just a little sore. It doesn’t hurt.” It didn’t really. She hurt a lot less than she would have imagined. What hurt was the ache in her pussy.
Sam’s tongue delved deep again, and he stopped trying to spare her his weight. She was pinned under him, and it felt wonderful.
“It was good, Abby,” Sam groaned. “So good. I always knew it would be. I always knew I would like the discipline. Watching him do that over the years, especially when we were at The Club…I always wanted it, but I was afraid to ask. Thank you, Abby.”
Before she could grind herself against his pelvis, Sam was working his way down. He kissed her face, licked her ears, and nuzzled her neck before he got to his destination.
“Hello, you gorgeous tits.” He hummed happily, letting his tongue seek the tip of one breast. He tongued the erect nipple before sucking it deeply into his mouth.
Abby felt the tug in her womb. She let her head fall back because there was no tempting him away now. Once he had some pink part in his mouth, Sam was like a dog with a bone. He sucked and played with her nipples, his hand molding the one he wasn’t sucking. His thumb flicked across the tip, making sure the nub stayed hard and at perfect attention.
“Move over,” Jack said to Sam. Abby felt the bed dip under Jack’s weight. When she looked down, Jack’s ebony hair joined Sam’s gold as each lavished affection on her breasts. Abby felt her back arch when Jack took her nipple between his teeth and gently bit down.
“Please,” she begged.
“Please what, sweetheart?” Jack raised his head to look at her.
She was restless underneath him, her body twitching and rolling. He was being so stubborn. Abby was sure he knew what she needed, but he wanted the words.
“Please fuck me,” she begged. The ache in her pussy was too much to bear.
Jack kissed her nipple one last time and then got to his knees. “Since you asked so sweetly…”
Jack’s hands were suddenly on her waist, and he pulled her over until she was on top of him. His back hit the mattress. “Straddle me.”
Abby hurried to obey. She spread her legs and reached down to guide Jack’s big, hard cock to her opening. Even as wet as she was, she had to work her way onto him. She bobbed up and down, gaining ground as Jack’s hips flexed up and his eyes watched her breasts bounce. Sam moved himself behind Abby, in between Jack’s splayed legs. His hand worked around and ran the length of her torso from her breasts to the wet, silky V of her thighs.
“Oh, please.” Abby flushed as Sam’s fingers brushed her clit. She was so close. She didn’t know if she could survive it if they denied her again.
“Give it to her,” Jack ordered as he thrust forcefully up, using his hands to pull her hips down. He filled her fully, and Abby moaned at the exquisite sensation. Her head fell back onto Sam’s shoulder as Sam’s finger found the little throbbing pearl of her clit. She went flying blissfully over the edge.
The orgasm bloomed through her body, leaving her shaking as she collapsed forward onto Jack’s waiting chest. Even as she shivered with little aftershocks, she could feel Jack’s fullness as he pressed up into her, holding himself still. She was surprised when Sam held the cheeks of her ass apart and started to work a warm, slippery substance into her anus.
“Shh, sweetheart,” Jack cajoled, pulling her head back down to rest against his chest. “He’s getting you ready. Just relax. When he tells you to, push back.”
Abby gasped as Sam slid his thumb past the ring of muscles surrounding her anus. He gently worked the lube into her super-tight passage.