Repeat Offender (Hideaway) by Elyse Scott Page B

didn’t know what to say to that. “Thank you, Sir.”
                There
was a low buzz, and Master Dan leaned over to open the drawer on the
nightstand. He pulled out his phone and said, “Come in.”
                Before
Sam could even turn to shoot him a questioning look, there was a knock on the
door, and Master Jake came in.
                Panicked,
Sam tried to grab the thermometer, to pull it out before their visitor saw, but
Master Dan seized her wrists and held them behind her back.
                “You
will stop that this instant,” he growled. “In here, Jake.”
                The
other dom sauntered in. “Well, well. Don’t let me interrupt.”
                “Sam’s
feeling a little self-conscious,” said Master Dan. “I’m sure we can help her
get over it, though.”
                Master
Jake walked around to the other side of the bed. He was wearing black leather
jeans, a cowboy hat, and nothing else. He crouched down to Sam’s eye level.
                “Naked,
restrained, and penetrated,” he grinned. “Triple threat. That’s nice for you,
Sam.”
                “Sam’s
face is pretty flushed,” said Master Dan. “I think we may need a second
reading. There’s a vaginal thermometer in the bag. Why don’t you go get it.”
                Master
Jake wasted no time. A minute later, his hand was pushing Sam’s thighs apart,
and she felt another, thicker glass bulb touch her entrance.
                “Deep
breaths, darlin’”, he said, and pushed the instrument all the way in. “Nice and
slick.”
                Sam
moaned, and thrust her hips a little against Master Dan’s thighs.
                The
two doms held her down for several minutes, until the slippery probe in her
rectum was withdrawn, and then the one in her vagina. She sighed contentedly.
                “Good,
Sam,” said Master Dan. “Now you’re going to suck Master Jake. I want you to
make him good and hard, but you are not to let him come.”

Chapter
8
               
                Master
Dan sat on the edge of the bed. Sam sat on his lap. Her legs were on the outside
of his, her feet tucked behind his ankles.
                Master
Jake hung his hat on a hook on the wardrobe, and took off his jeans. He was a
little leaner than Master Dan, but well-built and strong. A dusting of light
brown hair pointed the way south from his navel. Smiling, he came over to stand
between her legs. His hardening length was at eye level.
                Master
Jake folded his arms across his chest. Sam glanced up, silently asking
permission, and he nodded.
                She
took his erection in her hand, stroking, tugging, getting to know it. It still
took a little nerve to do this, so she steeled herself, and pressed her lips to
the tip. Her tongue darted out to probe into it, and Master Jake hissed.
                “Oh God , yeah,” he breathed. “That’s it. You go for it, Sam.”
                Master
Dan laughed softly behind her. “Whatever it was that you just did, it deserves
a reward,” he said. He parted his legs, which in turn spread her wide open. He
reached around her waist, and dipped a hand down to cup her mound. His index
finger pressed between her folds and unerringly slipped down and in .
                “Rub
your clit,” he said, softly, into her ear.
                Sam
pushed her hand a little under his, and began to masturbate. Master Jake
groaned.
                As
Master Dan and her own hand stroked her harder, she instinctively drew more of
Master Jake’s penis into her mouth, and began to suckle him, picturing how he’d
nursed from her earlier that evening. He stepped a little closer and cradled
her head in his hand, keeping her from pulling off of him. She reached up to
cup