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'Amy,' I said, 'why don't you undress him?'

I suspected he'd find her attentions as uncomfortable as I did. Amy's sexuality was so visual her scrutiny could make the comatose squirm.

Sean did bristle as she pushed his T-shirt up his ribs. Still topless, her back was a vision, ivory-pale and curved like a violin.

'Does that tickle?' she asked in her sweet doll's voice.

Sean gritted his teeth. Lou and Joe lifted his arms so that Amy could remove the shirt.

'Oh, come see.' She waved me closer. 'His chest hair looks like gold in the firelight.'

I went to see. His hair was fine and fair, and the steely hummocks of his chest spoke of long hours at the gym. My hands joined Amy's in exploring his torso. I skirted round one
pec
with my fingertips, then meandered down the valley of his breastbone. Sean's tiny nipples beaded in excitement.

Amy and I exchanged glances.

'One for each?' she suggested, and we twined our arms around his waist.

Sean moaned as we captured his nipples. He pushed, his chest towards our mouths and tried to wrest free of Joe and Lou. Neither allowed escape, but Lou pressed behind me and ironed his cock into the small of my back. Joe did the same to Amy. Bodies surrounded me - Sean's hard silk to my front, Amy's soft silk to my side, and the friction of cock-filled cotton to my back.

'Hold on,’ I said, my voice ragged. 'Let's get his trousers off.'

Amy took charge of that. She bared one hip at a time, then dragged jeans and briefs to his ankles, effectively hobbling him. Crouched at his feet, she sighed at the picture he made.

'Shoes, too?' she asked reluctantly.

Amy did not like simple nudity, but I did. I nodded.

When she'd stripped him off, we stepped back to admire him. The men held his arms out from his sides. I'd seen weight-lifters without Sean's definition, but he wasn't bulky. The curves of his muscles flowed smoothly along his limbs. Of course, the best curve of all was the
upswung
hook of his erection.

'You have a gorgeous body,' I said. 'You make me want to pull you into my arms and samba.'

To my amazement, Sean dropped his eyes. Had no one gushed over him before? That would have to change.

It would wait, though, for now. Rather than speak, I circled him. My eyes traced the high, taut swell of his buttocks, the vulnerable hunch of his shoulder blades. Lured closer, I dragged one finger down his vertebrae to his cleft. Gooseflesh broke out across his skin. A spring entered my step. My limbs, so recently released from bondage, swung strong and light. Now was the time to plan, before my head grew fuddled with lust.

What fear did Sean most need to overcome?

Tell me something, Joe,' I said.

Joe blinked as if awakened from a dream.

'When you and Sean make love, who's on top?'

Joe laughed. 'Oh, Sean's definitely a top.'

A top. The way he said it suggested a code - not only the person on top, but the person in control.
Hm
. A pulse of interest flickered in my womb. I remembered him saying Sean never let him be tender.

I didn't want to ask my next question in front of our victim, so I beckoned Joe to the sitting-room entrance. We put our heads together beneath the wide arch.

'When Sean climaxes, are you ever face-to-face?'

Joe tugged his earlobe. To tell the truth, I couldn't tell you what he looks like when he comes. What he sounds like, yes, but...' His voice slowed. ‘I think he feels too naked at the, uh, crucial moment. He doesn't want anyone getting too close.'

"That's what I thought.' I
steepled
my hands before my mouth.

Joe watched me for a moment before a beatific smile lit his eyes.

'I get it,’ he said. 'You intend to kill him with kindness.'

I smiled back. 'Something like that. But I need your help. He's too proud to say "Uncle". I want you to watch him. If you think I've gone too far, you call a halt for him.'

‘I hope that's not all you want me to do.'

I turned my head towards the sitting-room. Sean's golden brows shadowed his eyes, creased by his stormy emotions. 'No,’ I said. 'I want you to do the things you've dreamt of doing, the kindnesses he'd never accept. But I think Lou and Amy will have to keep back. I don't want anything to ruin the sense of intimacy I'm trying to create.'

'I'll tell them.' Joe rubbed his freshly shaved jaw. "They won't mind watching.' He said this as if he knew their preferences well. How many games had he played with them? He smiled at my suspicious expression. 'I'm guessing,’ he said. 'Don't you know what people enjoy almost as soon as you meet them?'

I didn't, as a matter of fact. But if Joe did, no wonder Sean had kept him under wraps. I walked back to the others.
 
'We're going upstairs,’ I announced,
 
'to my;| bedroom.'

Sean flinched at that. Moving the game to my territory gave me the upper hand. Plus, it might seem irrational, but sex in a bed felt more serious than sex on a sofa. Fortunately, Sean couldn't protest against a simple change of venue when I'd accepted a whipping.

Amy scooped Lou's
holdall
off the couch. 'I'll bring the toys,’ she chirped.

'I'll blow out the candles,’ said Lou.

Sean displayed no such cheer. He trudged to my room like a prisoner being led to his death. His little death, I gloated as my new recruits
maneuvred
him on to my bed and stretched him out.

'Restraints?' Amy suggested. She snapped a black velvet strip in front of her blossom-pink bosom.

'Be my guest,’ I said.

Naturally, she made a show of it, bending over and wriggling her bum as she bound each wrist and ankle. My bed sat in a heavy mahogany frame with a tall headboard and a low footboard. Pineapple-shaped crests topped the four posts. Amy looped the long black ties over their spiky crowns,
criss
-crossing the cloth like a ballerina's laces. When Sean was laid out in a handsome 'X', she and Lou retired to the dormer window seat. She dropped her trousers before sitting, leaving nothing but a tiny triangle of emerald satin to shield her from the world.

'Nice,’ said Lou, and pulled off his khaki T-shirt. Amy's pout stopped him from removing his baggy army trousers, though she did allow him to unzip them and pull his cock through the vent of his tight black briefs. She wrapped her hand around the shaft, holding but not stroking. The sight of her delicate fingers on that long pole sent a shiver up my sex. Shivering a little himself, Lou hugged her waist and cupped her mound through the green G-string. They sat like a pair oversexed teenagers at a film, cheek-to-cheek and hand-to-sex, waiting for the show to begin.

I hoped the show wouldn't disappoint them.

Joe and I consulted by the foot of the bed. Sean stared daggers at us, but his cock stood as eager as ever, a thick red stake angling back towards his belly. 'What first?' I asked.

Joe's fingers drifted over the swell of my nipples. 'Nothing too direct. We don't want him to come straight off. Maybe a massage?'

Sean growled at that idea, but Amy popped up like a jack-in-the-box and dug a bottle of oil from Lou's bag. Joe caught it one-handed. He flipped the top up with his thumb and sniffed the subtle almond fragrance. He tipped the bottle towards me. 'Do you want the
honours
?'

'Oh, no, I think this is a four-handed job.'

'Gripes.' Sean squirmed against the covers. 'Some dominatrix you make.'

I smiled to myself. Sean wasn't used to a top as devious as me. 'I didn't give you permission to speak. Perhaps we should gag that pretty mouth.'

'Fuck,’ said Sean, so I had to gag him.

He struggled as I tied it; he couldn't seem to help himself. I guess the gag threatened his control as strongly as the blindfold had threatened mine. Once he was gagged, there would be no more wisecracks to obscure his reactions. His body would speak for itself, loud and clear.

'I think we should strip off,’ Joe said.

I hesitated, conscious of our audience, but he was right. To create the atmosphere I wanted, we had to be as vulnerable to Sean as he was to us. We removed our clothes as though no one but Sean was watching. The corset laces had left red marks on my belly. Joe set the oil on the mattress between Sean's legs so he could massage them, clucking and kissing away the angry
weals
. A gasp from Amy told me she liked the look of that. Joe heard it, too. His lips curled against my navel. Straightening, he tucked the oil between his thighs to warm it, which reminded me my hands needed warming.

I ran my palms up his sides to the tufts beneath his arms, burrowing through the musky tangle in search of skin. He jumped when I found it, then bent his neck to kiss me. His tongue teased the silky inner surface of my upper lip, then the lower, then slid sinuously along my tongue. A quick pull of his cheeks closed us both within the liquid cave, licking, sucking, penetrating deeply before withdrawing. I rose up on tiptoe and mewled for more. He gave it to me, covering my breasts and compressing them in a slow, circling caress. My nipples budded between his fingers.

Our show proved too much for Sean. Pained noises issued from behind his gag. I imagined how he must be feeling and moisture welled inside me. Joe's hands contracted, squeezing my rosy nipples out where his friend could see them. Sean thrashed against the sheets. Excited by his reaction, Joe's cock bobbed between our bellies, swaying like a metronome. I shuffled close enough to still it with my belly. Joe kissed me harder.

'Warm enough?' he breathed against my lips.

I nodded, probably as starry-eyed as he.

We turned to Sean. His legs scrabbled on the mattress as if he could run from what was coming, but Amy's elegant knots prevented more than an inch of play.

'
Shh
.' I grabbed his nearest foot and kneaded it. Sean's back arched off the bed.

'His feet are very sensitive,’ Joe confided. He grinned at Sean's muffled protest and poured a little slick of oil into my palm.

I knew why Sean wanted to keep his secret as soon as I rubbed the oil into his instep. Each stroke made him twist in his bonds until tendons stood out along his joints. Looking down at him, I felt a surge of maternal affection. He was so adorable in his resistance. To me, at

least, his tough-guy facade was entirely transparent. Inside was a stubborn-jawed toddler insisting he always be in charge of himself. Me do it, Mommy. Me.

Giving in to an impish impulse, I took hold of his big toe and wiggled it back and forth. 'This little piggy went to market,' I crooned.

Sean's expression of outrage was priceless. He was fighting so hard not to enjoy this. Too bad
ol
' Willy gave him away by throbbing in time to the nursery rhyme, virtually begging for more.

Happily, 'more' was my middle name. I bent over the last little piggy and tucked him into my mouth. Sean roared his fury through the gag, but when I swirled my tongue around the pad and sucked it, his entire body went limp - except for Willy, of course, who swelled and darkened and wept shiny tears of joy.

What fun, I thought, delighted by his hypersensitivity. We couldn't massage his feet forever, though, not with so much lovely flesh to explore. Joe and I clambered on to the bed to work up his legs. His muscles were loose now, like clay beneath our oily hands. Straddling his knee, I pushed up and dragged down one heavy quad-
ricep
. By silent agreement, Joe and I skirted his genitals. We sneaked a few admiring looks at the twitching rod, but we didn't touch it or ourselves. Waiting was sauce for all our lust.

Sean's belly and chest occupied us for a good quarter of an hour. His moans faded to the occasional whimper of pleasure and his eyes had long since closed. For now, I allowed him this small escape.

His arms posed no challenge, such was his relaxation. His hands, however, required special attention. The palms in particular were rich in nerves. Sean squirmed as we teased our thumbs across the sensitive cup. His eyelids fluttered. Folding up like a Muslim at prayer, I kissed the curled backs of his fingers. 'Wake up, Sleeping Beauty. Time for the main course.' His eyes opened slowly, dazed and dark with hugely expanded pupils. His jaw worked on the gag. I reached behind his neck for the knot.

'Let's take this off,’1 said.

The whites of his eyes betrayed alarm. Good. He knew the massage had lulled him. Now he feared what he might say in the heat of the moment. Once the cloth was free, he pressed his lips together.

I promised myself that would do him no good.

Joe crawled into the space between Sean and the headboard. Crossing his legs, he lifted Sean's head on to his lap, setting it off-centre to allow room for his own erection. He stroked Sean's hair and murmured something sweet. Joe had a perfect view of his face - until Sean screwed his eyes shut.

'Ah-ah-ah.' I straddled his waist and lightly slapped his cheeks. 'No hiding, handsome.'

'Screw you,’ he said, the best comeback his trembling lips could manage.

'I intend to,’ I said. 'Nice and slow and sweet. And you know why? Because I really want you to feel good, Sean. I never expected to like you so much but now that I do, I want to reach straight inside and press our hearts together.'