Chapter 163: Stephon
Stephon leaned his head back against the headrest and tried to let the gentle rhythm of the plane's engines soothe him. "You know this is going to be the worst tour of our life. Thank God it's only three days."
"I knew you'd love her." Matt never minded rubbing it in when he was right.
"Do you think she can love us both?"
"I do. She bounces back fast. The attack on her yesterday would have most people hiding in a closet. She cried and went through a small crisis period, but then pulled herself together. I wanted her to find out about us in a slightly different way, but somehow this worked. She finds you sexy and no longer feels guilty about it."
"You find me sexy too."
"Here we go again. I think the next time you need a whipping session I'll practice up and do the honors. One way or another I want to redden your ass."
Stephon pulled in a deep breath. "That's really the problem I'm having. She's got some kink, but she's mostly a vanilla girl. How do you think she'll handle my needs when I'm at my worst?"
Matt took Stephon's hand and squeezed. "The same way I do. I love you and so will she. I think she probably already does. You saved her life the same way you saved mine. You're hard not to love. She'll deal with your needs, but I really think the sooner you talk to her the better. I know keeping things from her has worked in our favor so far, but it's time to be completely honest. She deserves it."
Stephon put his head back against the headrest. "I can't wait until you share your kink and fuck her ass."
Matt released his hand and gave him a not-so-gentle punch to the arm. "You know you'll want to take her ass too and you're just jealous that I get first dibs. My ass kink is small compared to your foot fetish. You actually drooled when she gave you that massage."
Stephon laughed with Matt's teasing. "We're both going to have the biggest boners ever during this entire concert tour. My shower this morning did nothing to alleviate the pain."
"I should have told her she couldn't have orgasms until we get back," Matt mumbled.
"Damn you. We'll tell her when we call, but it doesn't go both ways. If I don't rub myself off at least a few times, I'll explode in the middle of a gig and cause a riot."
***
Jewel
Stephon and Matt had called after they landed, but only had a moment to talk. She laughed to herself. No orgasms! What did they think she was going to do without them here? Her vibrator was at her apartment and she didn't feel comfortable digging through their stuff to find Matt's sex bag.
She fingered the tight-fitting deep green silk top-sleeveless, low neckline, way too short and didn't come close to covering the pair of matching frilly lace panties she wore. She felt mostly naked, but had on more clothes than the woman making her do this. Angela's curves were phenomenal and they showed to maximum benefit. Her small leather vest didn't meet at the edges to cover her bare breasts. Leather laces crisscrossed, exposing four inches of skin on her chest. The vest ended at her midriff and to top everything off she wore a black thong that covered nothing. The most striking piece of her outfit was the silver collar that graced her neck. Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail and didn't detract from the obvious ownership the collar signified. For a moment she envied Angela the feeling of being owned, but she shook it off quickly when Angela said it was time to go. Suddenly, she felt like a hundred butterflies fluttered around her stomach, and knew if the two of them weren't raped it would be a miracle.
Angela explained that the guests on this floor of the hotel were all into the lifestyle and no one would look twice at their lack of clothing if someone got on the private club elevator. Lydia was meeting them in Damian's office. Jewel felt incredibly uncomfortable with her face a mess, and even though she had taken the bandages off her knees and elbow, she looked like a child after riding a bike for the first time with no training wheels. She felt like one too. Her heart was going to beat out of her chest.
She glanced around as they made their way to the elevator and then breathed a sigh of relief when no one was in the hallway. The elevator was clear too. Angela only laughed at her nervousness. They went down two floors and when the doors opened they emerged into a darkened room with accent lighting on the side walls and recessed play areas, as Angela called them. She expected the sounds of screaming women and whispered her thoughts to Angela.
"It's still early. There'll be plenty of screaming later."
Fuck, it was only a joke.
A woman walked past holding the leash of naked man while he crawled behind her. Jewel crowded Angela and the other woman grinned. Angela took her back to Damian's private office and knocked on the door. A deep voice called out, "If it's you Angela, come in."
They entered and Jewel gawked. A man dressed in tight jeans and a white dress shirt sat on the end of his desk and a red-haired woman dressed in a deep purple corset, black short skirt, and impossibly high heels knelt facing him between his legs. Thank God his pants were pulled up and nothing was exposed or Jewel would have run from the room.
The man's hand held a chunk of the woman's hair and he didn't seem happy. "If you hide another ball gag, I'm going to invest in one of the companies that makes them."
The woman stared up at him. "The terms, the next time you play switch, will include one for you, if you do." Her voice was hard.
"I really hate spanking you in front of company, but fuck you're tempting me."
"You would like nothing better than spanking me in front of the entire club and you know it. May I get up now and kiss you, Sir?"
He pulled on her hair as she stood. He then roughly pulled her head to his and kissed her. She kept her hands behind her, clasped at her lower back, until he loosened her hair and reached to bring her arms forward. He tenderly kissed the backs of her hands when their lips parted. "You're killing me, Lydia." His gruff voice dropped even lower.
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