Chapter 171: Stephon

She was perfect. Their little vanilla waitress needed them as much as they needed her. Stephon refused to let the insecurities of his masochistic side ruin this moment. He wasn't sure what made Jewel so incredibly special, but she was. They needed to get her to California sooner rather than later. He actually looked forward to her smart-mouthed objections to their plans. Spanking her often would be too much fun.
"What time is it? I need to get to work." The groggy words cut into his thoughts.
"Sorry, love, but Matt spoke to Starla last night and you have the remainder of the week off. We plan on keeping you too busy to care."
"He didn't," she retorted.
"Yes, I did," Matt said as he entered the room. "Starla was more than happy to give you vacation time. She says you've never taken one."
"That's because I need my tip money you buffoon."
Stephon waited to see what Matt would do. It didn't take long. Matt took a ball gag from the dresser drawer and began slowly rubbing the ball in his palm. Stephon tightened his arms so she couldn't move.
"I need to pee, brush my teeth, and shower. If you put that thing in my mouth, I'll bite you silly."
The rumble started deep in Stephon's chest and then came out on a full-fledged laugh. They had their hands full and both men knew it. Stephon hadn't had this much fun in years.
"Well, then that's the order we'll do it in," Matt said. "Up you go." He lifted her away from Stephon and turned her toward the bathroom door. "Use the toilet and then get in the shower. We'll be joining you, so hurry up. If you lock the door, I'll bust it down and then let Stephon bust your ass."
Her eyes turned to Stephon and he couldn't help himself, he winked. She gave him a tight smile and walked to the bathroom, intentionally swaying her hips so both men stared at her ass.
"I think every time we have better plans for her temping mouth this will come into play." Matt held up the ball gag. "We need to invest in an o-ring gag so we can have the best of both worlds."
"Then you get to be the lucky man with no fingers. I'd rather punish her ass and save her mouth for what it's meant for."
"You have a point." Matt looked at the bathroom door when the shower went on. "I worked on her blow job technique, so she knows how I like it. She's a quick learner."
"Then I get her mouth before you try to fit that contraption around her head."
The men followed her into the shower and each received her ever advancing blow job skills.
***

Matt
An hour later, he walked into the bathroom where Jewel was busy drying her hair, a t-shirt covering her upper body. She stopped the dryer and smiled into the mirror. Two leather cuffs with metal rings clinked in Matt's hand. "I was hoping you forgot."
"Breakfast will be here in thirty minutes. These are for your wrists. Will you wear them for me?"
"I know there's a catch." Her eyes followed his fingers rubbing across the leather.
He took her wrist, and when she didn't object, he fastened one and then the other, leaving a small amount of space between her skin and the binding.
"Is this all?" A shy smile appeared on her face.
"Not even close. I want this off." He tugged up on her shirt and pulled it over her head. "Bra and panties too."
She complied with a giggle and kicked off her panties after he pushed them down her legs. The bra came next. "Do you plan on keeping me naked all day?"
"No." He pulled the ring on her wrist and made her trail behind him. "The entire week nude is more to our liking."
"You're men, of course you'd like that."
Stephon sat at the dining table reading the newspaper and looked up with appreciative eyes. "Having you sit in a chair with a red ass is more to my liking."
"Sit here." Matt didn't give her a chance to respond.
She sat down and he took her hands and moved around the back of the chair. He held her wrists in one hand and then she heard a click as he joined them with some kind of clip. She tried to bring her arms forward, but it was impossible.
"This is what I want." Matt smoothed some hair behind her ear and leaned in. "Only until breakfast arrives and only if you don't say 'red' first. Will you do this for me, baby?"
Stephon stood and walked over carrying the ball gag.
She looked at the horrible contraption. "Thirty minutes?"
"Probably less, but once it's on, you won't be able to use your safeword, so say it now if that's what you want."
In a tiny voice she tried to weasel out of her punishment, "I'll never call you a buffoon again."
"That I don't doubt."
Stiffening her back and sitting up straight, she gave in. "Oh, all right. Do you ever get punished?" Her smart mouth couldn't acquiesce quickly enough and her bratty rejoinder made Stephon laugh.
Matt took the gag, pressed the ball between her lips, and then secured it around the back of her head. "Nod your head if this is uncomfortable against your bruise." Her head remained still.
Stephon pulled the leather ankle cuffs he had used the night before from his pocket and handed them over. Matt buckled them on, but didn't touch her except to separate her legs, securing each ankle to one side of the chair.
Matt studied her for a minute, noticing her eyes, softened with desire, her beautiful body fully displayed. Her nipples were erect buds begging for his mouth. Not touching her was its own sweet torture, but this wasn't a funishment and would set the tone of future penalties. He turned away and Stephan did the same. They sat at the table, so close, almost too close to Jewel. Matt grabbed a section of the newspaper and started reading. He cocked his eyebrows when her grunt of disapproval sounded, but otherwise they both ignored her struggle to get free, which lasted all of sixty seconds before she came to the realization that they had no intention of giving into her. She'd survive thirty minutes, and it would be interesting to see the final result when she was free. He read the business news and then grabbed the front section when Stephon finished it. Keeping his mind off her delectable and available body was impossible. He read the same article three times and still wouldn't be able to answer a simple question about it if asked. He peeked over at Stephon, but he seemed comfortably unaware, though Matt knew this shit got Stephon's rocks off quicker than anything but a foot rub.
It seemed like two hours, not twenty minutes, when a soft knock at the door turned their attention to the food delivery. Stephon got up and walked over. Matt looked at Jewel, whose eyes were huge and her face red with embarrassment. Taking pity on her, he walked behind her chair and tipped it back so she looked up into his eyes, "He won't be able to see you. Stephon won't let him in. Relax." Her eyes showed relief and her head nodded, but she didn't stop looking at him and his heart flipped.
They heard the door close and then Stephon pushed the cart over. Matt let her chair settle on four legs again and then helped uncover the dishes. They both moved their chairs close to Jewel's and ignored the sounds of protest she made when they didn't immediately release her. Finally, Matt walked behind her and removed the ball gag. Circling her throat with his hand, he used just a small bit of pressure to keep her facing forward and ran his thumb over the slight moisture at the corner of her lip. "Did you have something you wanted to say?"
He couldn't see her eyes, but knew she must be staring daggers at Stephon because the other man smiled devilishly. Matt expected something smart to spill from her mouth, but was actually surprised her shoulders relaxed and she said, "No, Sir."
Matt sat down and noticed Jewel looking back and forth between them. She gave a slight tug on her still-secured arms. "Question, love?" Stephon placed a strawberry at her lips and she bit down on the fruit.
Matt broke off a small piece of bacon and waited for her to swallow before bringing it to her mouth. She took the food from his fingers. "Would you like water or juice to drink?" he asked.
"I really want coffee." A touch of ire showed in her eyes.
"We don't want to burn you and the carafe will stay warm for a while. You can have coffee after you're untied."
She lifted her chin slightly. "Water."
The two men talked to each other, ate and continued sharing until most of the food was gone.
Finally, with a frustrated sigh, Jewel asked, "Am I allowed to speak?"
Matt grinned at her. "Of course."
She bit her lip and he knew she was deciding if what she wanted to say would cause further punishment. She breathed in deeply and obviously controlled the impulse to take his head off verbally. "I can't take the entire week off work because I need the money. I know the two of you are rich, but I don't feel right taking more than you've already shared." She looked around the room. "The private car, the meals, and this suite are too much. I needed a few days to feel safe, and you gave me that, but now I'm fine."
Stephon stood without Matt saying anything, and walked around and knelt beside her. He released the ankle cuffs and then her hands before massaging her arms to soothe the muscles. "Let's go sit in the living room and talk." He kissed her bruised cheek.
"May I have coffee?"
"I'll get it." Matt knew they needed this talk, but it would worry him less if they had it after sex and not after punishment.