Chapter 80: Monroe
The smell of the room always caused a pleasant tightening to his balls-leather, lemon oil, and a hint of sex. It hung in the air, creating the perfect dungeon for kinky play. Monroe preferred rope, while Zachery preferred pain mixed with pleasure. Often they combined the three, but today Monroe wanted to be part of Zachery's fulfillment. He watched as the complicated man smoothed his hands over Angel's thighs and ass. Zachery was unequivocally an ass man.
Angel rested on the spanking bench, her rounded bottom in the air, with lingering marks from the rope, but without the redness caused by impact play. Zachery would change that. Monroe gave a slight smile, noticing her unsecured wrist and ankle cuffs. He walked over and attached them to tethers made just for this purpose. Angel's breathing accelerated as he ran his fingers through the strands of her unbound hair. It had finally grown to reach her mid-back. A year and a half ago, it had fallen to mid-thigh. The shearing of her hair had been a parting gift for Zachery when he left them.
Monroe watched Zachery turn and grab implements from a side cabinet, unconcerned with his nakedness even after Monroe's slip in their tentative protocol. Monroe remained clothed for now. Zachery walked back carrying a tawse, strap, and anal plug. Monroe turned and took lube from a drawer close to Angel's head, while Zachery laid his tools within her line of sight. Her breathing hitched, but then she slowly exhaled.
Monroe ran his fingers over the slight swelling on her arms caused by the bondage rope. The marks attracted his touch and he smiled, knowing he would dream about her like this no matter how far away he traveled.
"Monroe?"
His head snapped in Zachery's direction, seeing the hand held out for the lube. He handed it over and leaned in to whisper in Angel's ear. "He is in a mood today, love, and I believe your ass will receive the brunt of his discontent."
She grinned without worry, squirming slightly with excitement. The slap to her bottom caused her to pull in a quick supply of air and focus on Zachery.
"Be still." Zachery's voice came out throaty but firm.
"Yes, Sir." She looked up and smiled into Monroe's eyes.
He ran his hand between the table and her chest, taking a nipple between his fingertips and rolling it gently before applying a sharp pinch. Her smile disappeared as she bucked her chest away, causing further discomfort to herself. He released the pearly nub and gave equal attention to her other nipple, but this time she remained still. "Good girl."
Her loud groan came not from the nipple play but the ass plug Zachery inserted. "Shhh," Zachery said while fully seating the plug. "I want your ass when Monroe takes your pussy."
She took several shallow breaths and said, "Yes," on a sigh. "Please."
Zachry picked up the tawse and gave a sharp smack to her right ass cheek, then ran his fingers over the red welt he left behind. It blended into the rope's indentation. "I want this," his fingers caressed her ass, "nice and red when I take it. Now, eyes front." He hit her other ass cheek before she had a chance to comply.
Within five minutes, the intensity level rose and Zachery switched to the strap. Using her hair, Monroe pulled her head up and slightly back. "You are doing well, love. Is your pussy wet?"
She cried out when Zachery landed a particularly stinging strike. "Yes, Master." Her breath was now coming in gasps and she tried wiggling away, unable to get far. Zachery stopped, lay down the strap, and slid two fingers between her swollen, wet folds.
He brought his glistening fingers to his lips, slowly licking the essence of her sex. "I will never tire of this." His eyes partially closed, but then opened when he turned to Monroe. "I want her in the chair."
Monroe didn't answer, just began removing his clothing while Zachery picked up the strap and applied a few more biting strikes. Angel begged with a soft moan, "Please, Sir."
"Yes, I please." He didn't stop his next swing or the next.
Monroe released her wrist restraints, but held her hands tightly until Zachery sat the strap aside. He then dropped her delicate arms and walked to their special chair. He sat down just as Zachery picked up Angel, walked over, and lowered her to sit astride Monroe's legs.
"Hold her still while I remove the plug."
She did not moan like she had when the cool metal entered her ass, but her breath was now coming in short gasps. She loved the custom-designed chair and sometimes begged the men to take her to the dungeon just to take advantage of it. This was a far cry from her shyness in the beginning of their relationship. Both men loved that she now felt comfortable enough to voice her needs.
But... right now... this was about Zachery.
After removing the plug, Zachery positioned her legs and then pulled back on her hair while Monroe brought her forward, impaling himself within her warm pussy. Zachery reached around and took her breasts into his hands, giving himself leverage. "Are you slick enough for me?" he asked in a low voice.
"Yes, Sir, please."
"I please."
Monroe felt her body tighten and then go soft to make Zach's entry easier. He massaged her upper arms, helping her relax while she accepted Zachery's full penetration. When Zachery was fully seated, Monroe grabbed her hips and pushed her away, sliding his cock almost completely out. Zachery accommodated the movement and remained inside until Monroe brought her in close again. They set the rhythm by instinct, judging how close she was to orgasm and adjusted the pace to make their ecstasy last. Monroe took her lips and absorbed the small sounds she made within his mouth. When her cries became frantic, Monroe stopped pushing her off his cock and slid in deep, feeling the extra tightness caused by Zach's dick rammed far up her ass.
Angel screamed, her body shuddering as both men penetrated her at the same time. Zach's teeth sank into her shoulder where other similar bruises marked her skin. Monroe could almost feel Zach's bite in his own flesh. His balls tightened one last time and then released, flooding her pussy with cum while feeling some of the liquid heat from Zach's body flow onto his thighs.
If time could stand still.
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