at Liv. "But I can see why you'd be distracted. Hello, pretty girl."
Trey snorted, but his smile was genuine. "Ace, this is Liv." He put his arm around Liv's shoulders in a gesture that said, "mine!" "Liv, this is my brother, Ace."
"Pleased to meet you...sir?" She looked up at Trey who nodded and grinned.
"Good girl," he said, then turned back to his brother. "Learns fast."
Ace's brown eyes meandered over her face and her cheeks got warm. His gaze then moved over her hair to her pointed breasts and down her long legs to her high, high heels. "Not bad, brother."
Some weird and perverse facet of Liv's personality got an inordinate amount of pleasure from that simple assessment. Distracted, she realized that it had made her smile rather too late to turn the smile into a remonstrative frown.
Trey's hand moved from Liv's shoulder to the small of her back, then down to cup her bottom. He gave it a squeeze then pointed to a bar set-up on the other side of the room. "Liv, will you please go and fetch me a Jack and coke? Get yourself something you like, too. I need a moment to talk to my brother about party details."
Ace hooked his thumbs into the pockets of his black jeans and watched curiously.
Liv looked from brother to brother and then nodded. "Sure." Trey patted her butt as she walked away, and a little bite of irritation flared. She wasn't sure she could deal with being objectified this way. It was possible, however, that nervousness was making her hyper-sensitive. This was, after all, a male dominance group and women were supposed to be subservient. She'd had an idea of what she was getting into. The night was still young.
As she moved through the room, she heard snatches of conversation. Mostly, it was chit-chat about the weather, traffic, travel stories. Some was pure gossip—he did, she did, they did. The most interesting tidbits were the scenes she heard being planned.
A woman was on her knees in front of a man of middle height, balding, but wearing a famous designer oxford shirt and some expensive Italian shoes with his custom-made slacks. A man with money, then, getting the obeisance of an attractive woman wearing a blue corset and g-string and nothing else. The man told her that she could have two choices tonight: pussy flogging on the bondage table, or nipple torture on the trapeze. Torture? Liv's blood raced. How dangerous was this group? The woman immediately thanked her "Master" and chose the nipple torture. Her voice was full of delight, and she smiled joyfully. Although Liv thought Trey was likely trustworthy, she was afraid of what he might ask of her. Torture sounded scary.
She trembled as she moved away from the couple and approached the bar. There was something intriguing and seductive about the idea of pain and sex being tied together, but how much pain made all the difference. Liv didn't think she was masochistic; she was…open to new sensations.
As she was walking back with Trey's Jack and coke and her gin and tonic, she saw Mark, Laura and Rosaria in a nearby seating area. They were having sex! Right there, in the middle of the place, Rosaria was sucking on Mark's thick cock while Laura was licking the brunette's pussy. They were focused on each other as though no one else existed in the room. Rosaria's face was a little flushed and her eyes were closed in concentration and pleasure. Laura was humming happily against Rosaria's wet flesh. Mark had his hands wrapped in Rosaria's long hair and was guiding her face on his shaft in the rhythm he liked.
Liv nearly dropped her drinks. Was Trey going to expect her to have public sex with him? Granted, Liv had had a kind of exhibitionist streak when she was skinny. She liked to be admired for her looks and was happy to show off how well she looked in designer clothes. But that was in clothes, not wearing fetish clothing and giving head. And, how did she feel about having a woman's mouth on her? Her usual attitude was that whatever consenting adults
Trey snorted, but his smile was genuine. "Ace, this is Liv." He put his arm around Liv's shoulders in a gesture that said, "mine!" "Liv, this is my brother, Ace."
"Pleased to meet you...sir?" She looked up at Trey who nodded and grinned.
"Good girl," he said, then turned back to his brother. "Learns fast."
Ace's brown eyes meandered over her face and her cheeks got warm. His gaze then moved over her hair to her pointed breasts and down her long legs to her high, high heels. "Not bad, brother."
Some weird and perverse facet of Liv's personality got an inordinate amount of pleasure from that simple assessment. Distracted, she realized that it had made her smile rather too late to turn the smile into a remonstrative frown.
Trey's hand moved from Liv's shoulder to the small of her back, then down to cup her bottom. He gave it a squeeze then pointed to a bar set-up on the other side of the room. "Liv, will you please go and fetch me a Jack and coke? Get yourself something you like, too. I need a moment to talk to my brother about party details."
Ace hooked his thumbs into the pockets of his black jeans and watched curiously.
Liv looked from brother to brother and then nodded. "Sure." Trey patted her butt as she walked away, and a little bite of irritation flared. She wasn't sure she could deal with being objectified this way. It was possible, however, that nervousness was making her hyper-sensitive. This was, after all, a male dominance group and women were supposed to be subservient. She'd had an idea of what she was getting into. The night was still young.
As she moved through the room, she heard snatches of conversation. Mostly, it was chit-chat about the weather, traffic, travel stories. Some was pure gossip—he did, she did, they did. The most interesting tidbits were the scenes she heard being planned.
A woman was on her knees in front of a man of middle height, balding, but wearing a famous designer oxford shirt and some expensive Italian shoes with his custom-made slacks. A man with money, then, getting the obeisance of an attractive woman wearing a blue corset and g-string and nothing else. The man told her that she could have two choices tonight: pussy flogging on the bondage table, or nipple torture on the trapeze. Torture? Liv's blood raced. How dangerous was this group? The woman immediately thanked her "Master" and chose the nipple torture. Her voice was full of delight, and she smiled joyfully. Although Liv thought Trey was likely trustworthy, she was afraid of what he might ask of her. Torture sounded scary.
She trembled as she moved away from the couple and approached the bar. There was something intriguing and seductive about the idea of pain and sex being tied together, but how much pain made all the difference. Liv didn't think she was masochistic; she was…open to new sensations.
As she was walking back with Trey's Jack and coke and her gin and tonic, she saw Mark, Laura and Rosaria in a nearby seating area. They were having sex! Right there, in the middle of the place, Rosaria was sucking on Mark's thick cock while Laura was licking the brunette's pussy. They were focused on each other as though no one else existed in the room. Rosaria's face was a little flushed and her eyes were closed in concentration and pleasure. Laura was humming happily against Rosaria's wet flesh. Mark had his hands wrapped in Rosaria's long hair and was guiding her face on his shaft in the rhythm he liked.
Liv nearly dropped her drinks. Was Trey going to expect her to have public sex with him? Granted, Liv had had a kind of exhibitionist streak when she was skinny. She liked to be admired for her looks and was happy to show off how well she looked in designer clothes. But that was in clothes, not wearing fetish clothing and giving head. And, how did she feel about having a woman's mouth on her? Her usual attitude was that whatever consenting adults
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