“That’s not fair,” Ethan complained. “I can’t move at all.”
“He can move less than you think,” Jace said. “Okay, Aggie, bring her in.”
When Reagan strutted into the room, Trey’s jaw dropped. An angel in white and pink leather. White, high-heeled boots that laced up the front hugged her calves but stopped just below her knee. The short, pink skirt she wore didn’t cover the cheeks of her ass, and the white corset pressed her tits up and together. She was wearing hot pink lipstick and her eyelashes were thick and heavy. Trey didn’t think he’d ever seen her wear lipstick before. She looked f**king hot, but it was the confidence in her stride that made his heart pump out of control.
“Damn, baby,” Ethan murmured.
“You will address her as Mistress,” Aggie said.
“Damn, Mistress,” Ethan said, “you look hot.”
Reagan cocked an eyebrow at him. “Did I say you could speak?”
Trey watched Ethan in the mirror and had to concentrate hard on not laughing. It was obvious from his stunned expression that he’d never played this sort of game before. Aggie had been right. It would be fun watching him squirm.
“Well, no, but—”
Reagan smacked her riding crop against her boot with a loud crack. “Then don’t speak.”
“Mistress?” Trey asked, ducking his head respectively.
“Yes, Trey.”
“May I say that you look f**king hot, Mistress?”
She smiled and then glanced at Aggie before wiping the smile off her face. “You may,” Reagan said.
“You look f**king hot, Mistress.”
“I agree,” Ethan said. “Are you going to hit me now? You’re making me all hard and horny.”
Reagan’s eyes widened and she looked to Aggie for direction.
“He’s misbehaving. Do you give him what he wants?” Aggie asked.
“No?” Reagan asked hesitantly.
“Fuck no,” Aggie said. “Trey is being well-behaved. You should reward him.”
Aggie winked at Trey and moved to stand next to Jace in case Reagan needed more assistance.
Reagan strode to stand before Trey. She drew the end of her riding crop down the center of his chest and used it to flick his nipple piercing. Trey’s belly tightened and his eyes drifted closed.
“Aggie said I didn’t have to hit you if I didn’t want to,” she whispered.
Good, because Trey wasn’t too fond of being hit.
“Do you want to, Mistress?” Trey asked.
She shook her head and leaned close to whisper in his ear. “I want to rub my hands all over your body while you can’t get away.”
“That’s not playing by the rules, Mistress,” he whispered.
“I want to make up my own rules.”
There was a loud slap from the corner of the room and the three of them turned their attention to Aggie who was rubbing the ass she’d just smacked. Jace’s. He had his head tilted back in obvious delight.
“Why don’t you two take that elsewhere?” Trey suggested. “We’re okay here.”
“Are you sure? I haven’t taught her much yet,” Aggie said. Jace whispered something in her ear. She slapped his ass again and his entire body went taut.
“I’m sure,” Trey said. “What do you think, Mistress?”
“I can handle these two,” Reagan said.
“What? My opinion doesn’t matter?” Ethan said.
“No one told you to speak,” Reagan said.
“Jace does have some tension to work through,” Aggie said. “I’ve been too busy to give him what he needs since he got off tour.”
“This is unbearable to watch right now,” Jace said. “I need it, Aggie.”
“Need it or want it?” she asked.
“Both.”
She smiled and went to a panel on the wall. “Mistress Rea, if you get into trouble, press this red button. It will make all the lights in the dungeon flash and I’ll know to come check on you.”
“Understood,” Reagan said with a nod.
Aggie strode out of the room with an eager Jace on her heels. As soon as the door closed, Reagan tossed her riding crop aside. “You look so hot, Ethan,” she purred. She approached him and rubbed her palms over every inch of his hard chest and stomach. She peppered his chest with kisses and reached for his belt. Once his fly was unfastened, she jerked his pants down to his knees and grasped his hard c**k in both hands. Trey couldn’t decide what was sexier, Reagan’s enthusiasm or Ethan’s persistent struggle against his restraints as he moaned in pleasure.
“Stand behind him, Reagan,” Trey suggested, “so he can watch himself in the mirror.”
Reagan glanced at Trey and her hands fell free of Ethan’s body. “Damn, you look hot too, Trey,” she said. She moved to wrap her arms around him, pressing her br**sts against his chest as she rubbed her hands up and down his back and bu**ocks. She kissed his throat until he began to tremble. He wanted to touch her. Knowing he couldn’t made him want to even more.
“Release me,” he whispered in her ear, “and we’ll both make Ethan squirm.”
“Maybe I planned to release Ethan so we could both make you scream.”
“What are you two talking about over there?” Ethan asked gruffly.
Reagan offered Ethan an ornery grin and moved to stand behind Trey. She slowly released the buttons of Trey’s fly. “Watch the mirror, Ethan,” Reagan said.
He turned his attention to the mirror. Trey made sure the pleasure registered on his face as Reagan slid her hands down into his pants and tugged his c**k free of his boxers. He watched the mirror with his eyes half-closed, mostly to see Ethan’s reaction as Reagan’s hands slid up and down his length, but also because seeing her touch him at the same time he felt it was an incredible turn-on.
“What should I do to him, Ethan?” Reagan murmured.
“Take his pants off. I want to see all of him.”
Reagan obeyed without question. Even bound to a wooden beam, Ethan’s dominance was unquestionable. At least until Reagan agreed to release Trey. Reagan lowered Trey’s jeans to the floor and removed his shoes and socks before stripping him entirely naked.
“I can’t decide which of you is more desirable,” Ethan said.
“I guess that means you’ll have to want us both,” Trey said.
“I do,” he whispered. “Reagan, suck his sac. I want to watch him squirm.”