Chapter 168: Jewel
"We missed you, love." Stephon's tone changed, and even though the words were hushed, the tenor of his voice hardened.
Trying to focus on what he said was impossible, and her body, with a mind of its own, gyrated backward toward Matt. His throaty voice only heightened her need for release, "I think she missed us too."
"Please don't stop," Jewel shamelessly begged.
Stephon grasped her hands, bringing them down and in front of her, holding them within the tight grip of one of his. She managed to open her eyes and meet his smoldering gaze, which made her knees go weak.
"We want you naked, love."
Matt began sliding her jeans over her legs, snagging her panties and pulling them down at the same time. Stephon supported her as she stepped out of the clothes. Besides Stephon's hand holding hers, their bodies didn't touch her. The warmth she felt only minutes before turned to chills, but did little to stop the raging desire in her pussy.
A touch of ire for her unfulfilled thirst sounded in her voice, "Why did you stop?"
Low guttural laughter was her immediate answer until Matt leaned in behind her and whispered, "We aren't happy with you."
Her brain was finally coming out of its sex-induced haze. "Well I'm not exactly happy with either of you at this very minute."
More laughter met her words.
"What do you say, Matt, do you think we'll get through the night without a ball gag?"
"Doubtful."
Her eyes widened. "You wouldn't."
Stephon's free hand was back in her hair, stopping all movement of her head. "Don't tempt me, love. Muffled screams can be just as satisfying as unsubdued ones."
Matt's hand came around to her chin and one of his fingers rested at the corner of her lower lip. "We hoped to put this to better use." His finger slid inside her mouth. "But your attitude is making other options more likely."
She bit down, and then gave a sharp squeal, causing her to release his finger because a solid slap landed on her bare ass. She sucked in air trying to assimilate the sudden pain. Matt pulled her back into the contour of his body.
"Do you remember your safeword?" He brought his hands around her in a comforting hug.
"Yes." She breathed outward.
"What is it?"
She couldn't see Matt, but Stephon's eyes pierced hers. He wasn't smiling, and a small amount of trepidation entered her voice, "Red."
Stephon's tone was uncompromising, "If you use it, everything stops."
The frustration over their bringing her so close to climax and then stopping only confused her. "But I didn't use it."
"No, love, but you have a slight punishment to get through."
Her heartbeat accelerated thinking of the whipping Angela received at the club. "I don't understand." They couldn't do something like that to her. They wouldn't.
"Then let's sit on the couch and talk about it." Just the corner of Stephon's mouth tipped up.
"I need my clothes." She felt very exposed.
The whisper in her ear was back, "That would take away all the fun of touching you while we talk."
"If you're touching me, I can't think." Keeping her voice level was nearly impossible and she was sure she didn't succeed.
"You thinking was not in our plans for the night."
She didn't have a chance to respond because Matt picked her up and followed Stephon to the couch, placing her in his friend's arms after Stephon sat down. Matt went to the floor and immediately wrapped his fingers around her upper thigh very close to the wet, throbbing core of need they left her with. Her pussy clenched involuntarily. From the smile on Matt's face, he knew how his hand affected her.
Stephon situated her more comfortably and Matt's roughened hand smoothed across her flesh before settling on her mound. Unexpectedly, his fingers gently tugged at the trimmed hair between her legs.
"We'll take care of that tomorrow. I can deal with it this once," Stephon said to Matt, completely ignoring the "harrumph" she expelled in an unladylike manner. "We need to discuss her punishment."
"She's new to this, so maybe this once we should go lightly."
She tried to look at Stephon, but in her current position it was impossible to meet his eyes. "I thought you wanted to talk to me about this."
Stephon's hand put pressure on her jaw, bringing her lips together. "You can listen to the negotiation, but you have no say. Matt's more lenient than I am, but I think he's right this time. You have your safeword, but it would be a real shame to sleep with you all night without giving your sweet pussy what it needs."
Inside she fumed even though further wetness gushed between her legs. He was doing this on purpose. Her body needed release badly, and a session with a whip was sounding far from scary now. Matt's voice broke into her thoughts.
"I think fifteen would work."
Stephon's sigh actually made her grin. "Now, love, you know we didn't want you at work. We worried, didn't sleep, and played like hell this weekend. I know sitting around this room couldn't have been easy, but you were safe. Punishment is not meant to be enjoyable, but this time, Matt's going to make you crave the feeling of my hand striking your ass. Just think of it as funishment. I'm being indulgent with you both, so don't expect it again." His voice tightened with the last statement, and his arms closed around her completely. "I think the ottoman would be best."
This last sentence made no sense until Matt released her, stood, and walked to the ottoman, pulling it away from the chair more toward the center of the circled furniture. He left the room, returning with two pillows. He didn't place them lengthwise, but arranged them across the low piece of furniture, so that when she leaned over them her ass would prop up higher.
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