Chapter 47

Ty's hand behind my shoulder had tightened, and I saw him pulse his own hips as though he was close to coming in his pants. I slipped my hand off the bench beside me into his lap, closing it over the impressive bulge he sported beneath his tailored trousers. I did the same to Kaz, though his tight jeans held his erection constrained up against his abdomen. I couldn't do much in the way of fine motor control as my orgasm faded, but I held them both, reveling in their intense arousals.
When I was finally done, Kaz pulled his fingers from my pussy and licked them clean, maintaining eye contact with Ty as he did.
"Cheater," Ty said. He dropped to his knees under the table between my legs. Pulling my legs toward him, he brought my cunt to the edge of the seat and licked my slit in long, slow slurps. "Mmmm. Perfect."
I couldn't reach Ty anymore, but I could reach Kaz. With fumbling fingers, I unzipped his jeans until his thick sex sprang free, already leaking pre-cum onto my fingers. Desperately wanting a taste, I bent over to take the plump, dark tip into my mouth. The flavors of aniseed and semen burst on my tongue, rich, bitter and addictive.
"Oh yeah, suck him, love." Ty dabbled his tongue around my clit as I licked Kaz's length and took the tip into my mouth. "Make him come down that lovely throat."
"Not going to take long," Kaz muttered. "Oh sweetheart, just like that." I wrapped my hand around his shaft while I sucked the head deep into my throat. His hips lifted up off the seat, pushing him deeper into my mouth.
I was squirming too as Ty flicked his tongue across my clit. When Kaz stiffened and flooded my mouth with semen, I came again, clamping my thighs around Ty's ears. I swallowed Kaz's cum, licking him clean while Ty drank down my cream before making his way back up to the bench.
"Sit on the table," Kaz growled at Ty. "My turn to taste."
The table was a sturdy construct of oak and iron. It held Ty's weight without even shaking as he slid up onto it in front of both Kaz and me. I watched avidly as Kaz reached out and unzipped Ty's pants and lowered his head to slurp Ty's long, engorged cock between his lips.
Needing to be part of things but thrilled just to watch, I slipped one hand under each man's shirt, palming the warm skin of their backs. "This is so sexy," I whispered. "I love watching you two together."
"It's even better with you here," Ty said. He tangled one hand in my hair and one in Kaz's raven locks. "Not sure why, but it is."
We didn't talk any further as Kaz continued to work his mouth and hand on Ty's erection. I saw a few people watching, some with amused interest, others as turned-on as we were. The scents of sex and spice filled our corner of the room, and the dim, flickering light danced across Ty's handsome face, his neck thrown back in passion. Soon he groaned loudly, and I saw Kaz's throat work as he swallowed the hot rush of Ty's seed. I lay my head on Ty's thigh and drew in deep breaths as we all pulled ourselves back together.
"Well," Kaz said as we all readjusted our clothing and sipped the champagne. "Now that we've taken the edge off, anybody want to dance?"
We danced for a couple of hours, taking turns during the slow songs and clustering together for the fast ones. Both of the guys were excellent dancers, and I was spun, twirled, dipped and even lifted to my heart's content. I couldn't remember ever having such a good time at a club. Nobody else made any overtures, though several sent us approving looks after our earlier escapade, and one couple, I'm not sure which, even sent us over another bottle of champagne. Of course none of us was tipsy on anything but each other, even after several glasses of wine. Still, we were all breathless and happy when Kaz noticed the clock had just reached midnight, which meant our private playroom was ready.
I was a little nervous, wondering what it would be like. My imagination had been conjuring up a bondage paradise, and I hoped it wouldn't disappoint Kaz or Ty when I was too chicken to play.
We moved down a long hallway, lined here and there by doors. It was no surprise that the spacious suite Kaz led us to did, indeed, boast its share of bondage equipment - there was a glossy wood St. Andrew's Cross, a padded bench with arm and leg cuffs and a black leather swing suspended from the ceiling. What did surprise me was that the dungeon theme hadn't been carried through, and aside from the specialty furniture, the suite was tasteful and understated. The floors were wood, with fluffy white throw rugs scattered about the big room. The side opposite the equipment was dominated by a king-size bed with a sturdy wooden frame that was set with heavy metal rings along the posts. A fluffy duvet was folded back, revealing snowy white sheets. A fairly normal-looking chaise lounge and a couple of easy chairs were clustered around a coffee table in the far corner, near a wet bar and a large flat-screen TV. An open doorway revealed a luxurious bathroom, giving me a glimpse of a glass-enclosed shower and a tub that was probably big enough to swim laps in.
"Nice," Ty said with a low whistle. "All the comforts of home."
"Hey, the Dark Tower aims to please the customers," Kaz joked. He closed the door behind us and leaned back against it. "You okay in here, Dani? We don't have to use anything you don't want to, but I thought you might have a little fun tying us up."