"You bet your sweet ass. You'll know it when I use my belt on it later today for forgetting the first rule. Then Chris will take a turn with it. He says that kind of punishment isn't his thing, but I think he might be expanding his horizons, don't you? Especially when he sees how crazy it makes you." Geoff bit her ear and she quivered under his hold. "You'll get some domestic discipline from both of us to remember you're supposed to help us protect you. Always. Got it?"
"Yes sir."
"Good. Now . . . where were we? So you like looking at our yard boy, at his fine ass and all his muscles. I'll bet when you're looking at him, he's been looking back at you, and he's gotten a really uncomfortable hard-on, because he's a big guy all over, isn't he? Nice big dick to go with the body. He rakes the yard, suffering that hard-on in his pants, wondering when I'll be off at work and he can make an excuse to come in the house. Maybe to get a glass of water. Maybe to talk you into letting him do this."
Geoff squeezed her breasts again and she moaned. "Or maybe he won't ask. If you tease him enough, he'll decide to take instead of being polite. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
She nodded before the flaming heat of Chris's unwavering gaze. His lips tightened, his corded throat rippling as he swallowed. Her fingers curled in the washcloth.
"Before you play, you have to finish your chores," Geoff reminded her. His voice was back to that growl against her skin. She wanted his teeth there. As if he read her mind, he bit, making her cry out softly as he increased the grip, letting her feel the sharpness of his canines before he lifted his head again. "You can't come until every dish is in the drainer, scrubbed clean," he said sternly. "Not a bit of food on them. So you keep working on that while I taste your pussy."
She wondered if it was possible for her brain to melt like candle wax from too much sexual stimulation. Softened candle wax felt warm and velvety under the fingertips, coating the skin, hardening on it . . . Her brain was rolling in sensory stimulation, no interest in connecting the dots of her thoughts.
"Wash the dishes, Samantha Beth. I won't tell you again."
He smacked her ass--a blow powerful enough to make her yelp--and she forced her hands into motion. Meanwhile, Geoff dropped to a knee behind her, hands sliding along her bare legs, back up to grip her ass with enough pressure to tip her forward. "Bend over, your elbows on the edge of the sink, but keep your head up and your eyes on your yard boy. Don't you look away from his face. He's going to be getting a lot harder for you, starting right now."
The position put the tips of her breasts almost into the soap suds. It also lifted her hips, that and her spread legs making it easier for Geoff to carry out his next step toward fragmenting her mind. Sam clutched the plate she'd been cleaning as Geoff's tongue and lips found her pussy. He started with gentle licks, a balm on her sore tissues that helped them swell and moisten, bringing them back to aroused ripeness without discomfort. As he swirled his tongue in a slow, artful track, she barely managed to hang on to the plate and her washcloth.
Chris was less than two feet away, him outside, her inside. It was as if he was the yard boy in truth, gazing at her with hot eyes through a window as her Master went down on her, knowing he was watching, reinforcing for another male whose she was in this primal way. Knowing the truth of it beyond the role-playing, she trembled at the look in Chris's eyes as Geoff worked her up for him, for both of them.
Washing the dishes required brief looks down to transfer a rinsed dish from the washing side of the double sink to the dish drainer side. She struggled through an erratic rhythm of looking up, looking down, while Geoff's mouth stayed busy between her legs. He slid his fingers into her pussy to collect her slick wetness and worked his digits into her rectum, adding another level of torture that wrested a cry from her lips. Chris's hand landed on the windowsill, his knuckles white as he gripped it. It was too much, maybe for both of them. Oh God . . . She had five dishes left to go.
"Geoff . . . Master, I'm too close."
"Yeah, you are." He stood and drew her up against him, his arms coming around to flank her as he washed his hands. Then he clasped hers, guiding and steadying them through washing the last items, water and juice glasses. He took each from her shaking fingers to rinse and place it in the drainer, protecting them from breakage and her from injuring herself. His chest was warm against her bare back, his jeans a rougher friction against her sensitive buttocks. The dress was still at her ankles, him standing clothed behind her and Chris in front as she did the domestic task naked. She was drowning in all of it without the desire for rescue, as long as the two of them were with her.
As Geoff put the last dish away, she moistened her lips. "Master, may I make a request?" Her voice was shaking.
"You may." He pushed her hair to the side and kissed her throat.
"I know I'm sore, but I really, really want you inside me. Can I come for you that way?"
"Not this time, baby. We've used you hard, and it's time to give your sweet pussy a break. Don't want to break our toy just when we've first started to play with it."
She understood his logic, but still . . . He dropped his hand, squeezing her buttock. "No arguing."
She hadn't even opened her mouth, but he'd known she was about to do so. A quirk of Chris's firm mouth told her he'd known it also. Sometimes the two of them knew her a little too well. She'd have to figure out a way to counter that. Some other time.
Geoff stepped back. "Back down on your elbows and ass lifted into the air. Like before."
She complied, trembling, and he dropped to one knee again and parted her buttocks. His thumbs played on her rim and he put his lips gently on her ass, a tender tease. "It's time for you to come for your yard boy, Samantha Beth."
As Geoff dipped his head and went to work on her cunt again, she looked up and was captured by Chris's expression. When Geoff's head pushed between her legs, widening them further so he could take her clit in his mouth and start sucking on it, playing his tongue over it and her labia, she shattered.
The climax shot her up and took her hard, cries tearing from her throat. It was one heavy wave followed by another, and another. She'd always heard that women were capable of plenty of orgasms, with very little recuperation time needed, but she'd never had lovers with the skill to make that happen. Discovering it now, this way, had been worth the wait.
She didn't take her eyes off Chris, just as Geoff had ordered. As she became wilder, her body undulating so Geoff gripped her hips, holding her fast, Chris became more still, a potent, explosive energy. His lips moved, a husky murmur. She couldn't make out the words, but it wasn't necessary. She knew he was encouraging her to come even harder and longer, and she obeyed him as instinctively as she did Geoff, going as long, far and hard as she could, knowing if her heart gave out, they'd be there to catch her.
Her body stopped flying over those waves at last, coming to rest in more gentle swells. Geoff helped take her through those last rises and falls, the incredible movements of his tongue and lips
easing into light, lingering kisses over her quivering flesh, mixed with the occasional tease of his tongue, collecting her climax, consuming her.
Chris was so absorbed by her response, it was as if he'd been locked into it and never wanted the clock to start again. Or maybe that was her thought.
Geoff straightened behind her, his arm snaking around her waist. Lifting her off her feet, he tipped her forward over the sink so Chris could lean through the window and slide his lips over hers. Her mouth trembled beneath his. Caressing her face, he stared at her as he drew back. "You're so beautiful, Sam." His touch was urgent, tense. She felt the same thrum of need in Geoff's hold on her waist.
"I can take care of both of you," she said. "With my mouth. Please."