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on. I stood naked in front of
both men. I gasped in amazement.
    Well that sure saves time and effort.
Wooeee!
    “Wow,” Dan said, looking me
over.
    “Indeed,” growled Tristan. “Turn around
slowly so we can have a look at you, Brandilynn.”
    I obeyed, proud of the body I’d worked
so hard on. For the kind of men who hired me to decorate their
arms, I had to keep in shape. Many agonizing hours had been spent
on elliptical machines, treadmills and Nautilus torture devices to
keep myself thin enough to slip into designer gowns. The results
manifested in a sculpted rear end, a slender waistline and high,
firm breasts well into my mid-thirties.
    Dan looked me over, the want in his
expression sending my stomach tumbling. His chest moved with quick
breaths. Tristan put his hands on my breasts, testing their weight.
Watching my face carefully, he pinched my nipples, his grip
tightening until a bolt of desire sizzled straight to my crotch. I
turned instantly wet with need.
    His mouth crooked into a dangerous
grin. “Get on the table. Kneel with your arms behind you,” he
said.
    He helped me climb onto the nearest
reading table. I went to my knees before him, legs splayed apart to
open me wide. My wrists crossed at the small of my back, and I
bowed my head before him. My gaze greedily raked the erection
straining the buttoned closure of his slacks. I wondered what he
would do, how long he would play with me before pressing his flesh
into mine. I shivered in anticipation.
    Tristan bent his head to my breasts,
sucking hard on one pert nipple, then the next. I made myself hold
very still despite the trembling that started from deep in my core.
His tongue rubbed like rough velvet over each tip, bringing the
rosy nubs stiff. When he had them distended he seized one between
his teeth. He applied cautious pressure, bringing sharp, delightful
pain before repeating the torture with the other nipple.
    My insides quivered. I felt keenly how
I belonged to him to use in any way he deemed fit. It excited me,
as submitting to a strong, confident male always did. Dan stood a
little off to one side, watching the action. His fists clenched and
released, clenched and released. I could tell he enjoyed the show,
and I got a little bit of a thrill being watched. I’d been watched
before doing scenes at the leather clubs in Atlanta, but

    performing for one man instead of to a
crowd felt incredibly intimate. It was almost as if Tristan
demonstrated me for an interested buyer.
    Tristan stepped back and looked at my
swollen distended nipples with a satisfied air. Fire engine red
from his attentions, they pointed brazenly at him. He slapped one
fat mound with a stinging open palm and I jumped. Again, the
sensation went zapping straight to my clit, warming my nether
regions as effectively as the smarting skin itself. A slap to the
other breast. Hot. So very, very hot. Honey flowed from my shaved
mound, turning my inner thighs slick. Another sharp slap. My fair
skin turned pink where the punishment landed. I panted.
    “You really enjoy that?” Dan
asked.
    When I hesitated, Tristan said, “You
may answer him, sub. Treat him equal to me. You are as much his as
mine.”
    I nodded my acceptance and replied to
Dan. “It’s giving myself over that excites me, Sir. The feeling
that he has all the control and I must surrender everything to
him.”
    I gasped the words as I explained. I
was that turned on. Tristan was a very powerful Dom. Authority
oozed from him. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d enjoyed
handing the reins over more. Now if we could just get Dan to play
too…
    Tristan’s hand went to my labia and
stroked the secret folds. I shuddered and went weak all over to
feel him touch me there as if it was his right. The caress lasted
only a moment. He held up his drenched fingers for Dan’s
inspection. “You see? She’s enjoying herself a great deal. This is
a purely consensual arrangement. That’s our mantra in BDSM: safe,
sane and