Warmth filled Ben's chest, as he watched her take off her clothes. Logan sank onto the sofa and stroked his shaft through his sweatpants. Yeah, it is hot having her obeying my commands and she has a delectable body. However, she was slumping her shoulders and kept her hands folded in front of her crotch. That wouldn't do.
"Stand straight." With jerky movements she obeyed. "Hands laced behind your neck. Thrust out those tits." As she followed his order, her nipples puckered. Aroused. "Feet shoulder-width apart."
For a long moment he left her standing. She didn't move, but Ben noticed small trembles running over her arms. Were they straining against the urge to cover herself? Was she cold? Ben stepped closer to her and skimmed his hands over her sides. She started before she got herself under control again. Her skin was nicely warm and soft to the touch. He skated his fingertips down the slope of her breast. She began to lean into him, and Ben made a warning sound in the back of his throat.
"Logan," he snapped.
The other man rose and joined them.
"Stand at her back and hold her by the elbows. I don't trust her to follow orders, disobedient wench."
"You're right, Master Ben." Ben blinked at the title, but Logan continued, "You'd better discipline her."
Ben narrowed his eyes. Logan is right. He took both extended nipples between forefinger and thumb and pulled, and squeezed. A moan slipped free from her throat.
Logan chuckled. "That isn't punishment."
"You're right." Ben's eyes lit on a bobby pin that was about to fall out of her hair. He ran his hand through her hair and found more.
Keeping the pins in his left hand, he used his right to lift her breast towards his mouth and sucked hard on her nipple before he shifted to the other breast. Using his mouth, he tormented the peak until her second nipple was as hard as the first. Studying the size of her nipples and the pin, Ben adjusted the metal to a better fit. Distending one nipple with his left fingers, he used his other hand to shove the bobby pin around the hard bud.
Amber's head fell back against Logan's shoulder. Ben caressed a trail down her belly, swept his knuckles over her labia, and was pleased and not really surprised when his hand came back wet and held it up for Logan to see.
"Hmm still not sure if this is a punishment," Logan mused to Ben's amusement.
He did the other nipple the same way and met Logan's eyes. His roommate gave a short nod and tightened his hold on Amber's elbows. He was still on board with the entire sharing thing. Ben bent and licked over the compressed peaks. Amber shuddered and moaned.
Encouraged by her sounds, Ben sucked the peak into his mouth and rubbed the nipple against the roof of his mouth. Her knees buckled and only his hands around her waist and Logan's arms on her elbows kept her upright. He switched to her other breast and tormented the clamped nub with his teeth. Again her legs wobbled.
Ben pulled away and huffed a laugh. "Better bend her over the sofa, man, before she falls down."
As Logan guided his girlfriend to the side of the couch, Ben sauntered to the kitchenette to collect the items they'd prepared. All he needed to do was add fresh ice cubes from the freezer and squeeze the excess water from the towel. He lifted the tray and was almost out of the kitchenette as he added a bottle of olive oil as an afterthought.
The sight before him as he entered the living room made his steps falter for a heartbeat before he composed himself. After spreading towels over the couch, Logan had Amber bent over one of the armrests, her breasts hanging on each side, her nipples red and puffy from the bobby pins surrounding them. Her bare ass, high in the air, gave Ben a beautiful target and a white canvas.
He strode forward and placed the tray on the low coffee table. "Has she been a good girl?" He grinned as Amber jumped at the sound of his voice.
"Oh, yes, she has been. I think she deserves a reward." Logan returned his enjoyment with a wicked smile.
Ben slapped her bottom, right, left, and stepped back to admire the red handprints. "Lovely." Cruelly he kneaded and massaged her buttocks, pulling her ass cheeks apart to expose her pouty nether lips and the winking little rosebud between the globes. His balls drew up. He never imagined fucking someone there, but the idea intrigued him. Bet she'd be tighter than my fist and hotter than a mouth.
"Do you like it when Ben plays with your ass?" Logan fondled her breasts. "Are you a dirty little girl, who needs her bottom spanked?"
"Yes," Amber hissed, "yes. I'm so dirty, Logan. I'm a bad girl."
"All right. But we don't want you to get too excited. You need to cool down."
Picking up on Logan's cue, Ben held out the ice cubes to his friend. Logan took one and ran it between Amber's breasts and around the areolas, her skin puckered and she tried to rise. Ben used his free hand to press her down. "Don't move." He placed the glass on her back. "Don't let the glass drop or we won't let you come all night."
Amber stiffened. Ben took two cubes from the glass and parted her labia with assertive fingers. She squealed when he shoved the ice inside her hot little cunt, but to her credit kept position. With wicked delight, he took a slightly smaller rounded cube and teased it over her puckered back hole. Amber moaned and trembled.
"Fuck," Logan groaned, "she's so turned on, I can come in my pants from just watching." He took Amber's mouth in a long kiss and Ben used her distraction to push the ice cube inside. His dick wept as he watched the skin stretch and swallow the ice.
He wiped his wet hands on one of the towels and lifted the glass from Amber's back. "I brought the spoon, but also a belt. Since I'm feeling generous tonight, you can choose." Swallowing hard he waited for her response.
"I'd like to try the belt, Sir."
Fuck me. Ben made eye contact with Logan.
