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  "Oh yes," he cried out. "More."

  She walked around him and did it again, catching his nipples and stomach this time. "How much more?"

  "I'll take whatever you care to give me."

  That made her clit throb. She dipped her fingers into her pussy, drew out her juices, and brought them to his mouth. Ike greedily lapped at her fingers.

  "I wish that was your cunt," he said.

  "It will be," she softly replied and slapped the flogger over his ass.

  Taking a step back, Mercy lifted the lashes and let them fall. Ike's groan hardened her nipples. She covered him from ankle to shoulder, making sure his ass got the same attention to detail he'd given hers in the car. She moved to the front, whipping up his long legs, flashing back to his ass for more strokes, then over his chest. And, lastly, she kissed the lashes over his cock, rubbing up and down. His every inhale and exhale was a groan.

  "GodIwannacome," he gasped.

  "Soon." She hung the flogger around his neck again and took another trip to her cabinet. "I think you need a little more incentive." Some lube and a small vibrating butt plug would provide that. She covered the plug with lube as she faced him. "Are you a virgin there?"

  Ike's mouth worked, but no sound came out. He finally just shook his head.

  "Did you like it?"

  The blush on his face matched the pink her flogger had lifted on the rest of his body.

  "Answer me, or I'll give that sweet ass a taste of my razor strap."

  Ike's knees buckled. He dangled there from his wrists. His cock strained to release, visibly pulsing from the restraint. Mercy reached behind her without looking around. Her hand fell to the razor strap. Slow, measured steps took her to his side.

  "Ohgod, ohgod," he gasped. "Please...please..."

  "Did you like it?" She gave his buttocks a healthy whack. A red stripe immediately appeared.

  A hard groan was his only response.

  "Very well." She struck him again...and again...and again, until his ass glowed red. "I can do this all night. Do you really want to wait that long to come again?" Another stroke punctuated her sentence.

  Ike shook his head. "No, please, I want to come. Yes. Yes, I liked it. I liked it a lot."

  "That's better." Mercy strode back to the cabinet and retrieved a larger butt plug, covered it, and returned. "You're not the only one who needs coming right now, stud."

  He gasped with the first touch of cold lube. Mercy slid the plug home a second later. She hugged against him, letting the vibrations wiggle through her. One hand found her clit. The other wrapped around his cock. She rolled the ring off him, then wrapped the ends of the silk scarves around her hand and curled her fingers over his cock once more.

  "God, baby," he said on a rush of breath. "Don't you have anything that can fuck us both at the same time?"

  "All in good time." Her voice was raspy against the orgasm rushing her way.

  She clutched him hard and let him fuck her hand while her fingers buzzed over her clit. Each thrust stabbed her hard nipples into his flogger-warmed back. His ass felt like fire, and Mercy wished she could say the same for her own. She imagined the final treat she had in store for him, the pleasures to come...

  Ike slammed into her fist as he exploded. She felt the jets of cum spew from him, the force in the propulsion beating under her fingers. If not for the condom, it would have hit the far wall.

  Her body quickly responded, quaking her with a sizzling orgasm that had her clinging to him for fear she'd collapse in a puddle at his feet. At some point, her senses returned, but her heart still raced with Ike's like they'd just finished a marathon.

  "Damn, you're good," he said, through pants of breath. "The best ever, and that's no lie. I could do you for the rest of my life."

  Mercy rubbed her cheek against his back. "Ready to crank it up one more notch?"

  "Oh, baby, have mercy."

  Chapter 5

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  Ike hadn't noticed the cordless phone by the bed until Mercy picked it up to make her call. She raked an appreciative gaze over his strung-up body as she dialed. That look alone was enough to rouse his cock. Its twitch drew her gaze to his crotch and a killer smile to her lips that lifted his penis even more.

  "I brought company home," she said into the phone. "Would you two like to meet him?" She hung up a second later. "They'll be right over."

  Ike's mouth watered as she sauntered his way. "Another couple?"

  "Yes, my friends Robert and Trent. We play sometimes."

  "Men?" Although his muscles tensed, his cock betrayed his interest. The ends of the scarf around it tickled his thighs. That made his balls clench.

  "Yes." She was before him, looping the scarves around her fingers. "Primarily a gay couple, who occasionally like a little bisexual adventure on the side. They helped me build this. In exchange, I let them use it...and me...from time to time."

  That answered any question Ike might have had...sort of. "Will I be watching them with you?"

  "Perhaps." She slipped the knots from the scarves and released his genitals. "Would you rather I watch you? Their hands and mouths wandering your body while I lay spread on the bed, my pussy open and glistening, rubbing myself to orgasm?"

  God help him, but Ike couldn't answer. He'd been with two women at the same time before, been in a male/female/male ménage before, but he'd never experienced what Mercy proposed. He'd be lying if he said he didn't want to try.

  "I think I have my answer." She traced her long nails up the underside of his erection. "Would you prefer to remain bound here like a sacrifice to the gods? Or released?"

  "Whichever is your pleasure."

  The expression shifted on her face a little. Ike couldn't determine what emotion he saw, but the kitten-with-the-whip attitude had faded.

  She brushed her hand over his chest, watching his nipple peak. "I've never had another man, or woman, do this before. You are the first."

  The knowledge filled him with a sense of power and pride. She'd obviously seen something in him that had earned her trust, given her permission to dare. Now that was one hell of an aphrodisiac.

  "Bound then," he replied.

  A sigh relaxed her against him. "I'll freshen you up a bit. Never hurts to put one's best foot forward." She rubbed her belly against his erection, then stepped away.

  Ike's body cried from the loss of her body heat. If he'd been free, he could have tossed her onto the bed and fucked her pussy until she felt his cum in her throat.

  Her hips rocked gently with every step as she made her way to the small bathroom. No evidence of the earlier spanking remained. Ike planned to rectify that later...if he could move after this. He had a feeling she would be the victor tonight. But there was always tomorrow...and the day after that...and the day after that.

  The sound of water running into a container caught his attention. From his angle, he only saw the sweep of Mercy's long hair when she bent down to retrieve something from under the sink. He'd love to feel her hair draping his skin as she rode his cock, her red nails digging into his flesh, his hand warming her ass, urging her to go faster. He stiffened slightly when he saw her walking his way with the white plastic basin.

  Steam rose from it. A thick washcloth was draped over the lip. A matching towel covered one shoulder. She looked like an exotic goddess preparing him for a royal ritual. Aphrodite was nothing compared to Mercedes Suazo. The woman sure knew how to keep a man's dick hard.

  Ike stared down his nose at her while she set the basin before him. The first dip of cloth into the hot water had him gulping with anticipation. One touch of the velvet-soft material against his shoulders had him sighing. He closed his eyes to soak in the sensation.

  The warmth seeped into his skin and soothed his muscles. She stroked over his shoulders and the tops of his arms. His position made it impossible for her to go higher without releasing him, or at least lowering his arms. Ike preferred to stay where he was and bask in the attention.

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p; She rubbed slow circles over each vertebra, right down to his coccyx. She swooped over his right butt cheek, up his back, over his shoulders, then down to the left butt cheek. It was clear he was going to feel that razor strap for a couple of days. His body relaxed, even his erection subsided as she worked her magic. If he'd been facedown, Ike was pretty sure he might have drifted off to sleep.

  He listened to her refresh the cloth. The sound of water gently splashing sent goose bumps dancing over his skin. He imagined them in a bathtub, soaping each other, every curve and divot. So much for being completely relaxed.

  The warm cloth swept over his pecs. Mercedes paused to lavish attention over his nipples before she traced every rib. After another dip in the water, she scrubbed gently down his legs, and Ike was greedy enough to want her nuzzling against his sac as she had before. He glanced down, admiring the cape of hair down her back.

  "Why the hell didn't I approach you months ago?"

  Mercy smiled up at him. "I've been asking myself that same question."

  She washed his cock, balls and ass as if she worshipped him, covering each centimeter with the same care and precision she would a cherished sculpture. Ike couldn't wait to return the favor.

  She lifted her head, and an instant later, Ike heard soft footfalls behind him. This was it. He'd wanted to cut loose and indulge his needs. Here was his chance.

  "Look what Cupid sent to you. Impressive," a baritone said softly. "Strong. Exquisite muscles. Like a golden Greek god. I wish I looked that great. I'm presuming the front view is equally delicious."

  "It is," Mercy replied and stood with the basin. "This is Ike. Ike, Trent and Robert."

  "It would be helpful to see faces with the names," Ike replied.

  The men chuckled. "Let us catch up with you first," the other man said.

  Ike listened to the whisper of clothing falling to the floor. His heartbeat thudded with every second that passed, then measured each footstep that came his way.

  "I'm Trent," the baritone said.

  Ike glanced at the black man to his left. Talk about impressive. Except for his eyebrows and lashes, there wasn't a hair obscuring his cocoa brown skin. His erect cock, long and slender, speared the air. His muscles looked like sculpted granite.

  Ike matched the man's smile. "I'd shake your hand, but..."

  Trent's smile widened. "This is Robert."

  The other man came up beside Trent. "Rugged" was Ike's immediate impression. Robert looked like he'd been plucked off the drill field. His brown hair was military short. Dark hair dusted his light skin, and the only place not kissed by the sun was his pelvis, from which a short, thick erection thrust.

  "Pleased to meet you." Robert gave a nod that Ike returned. They were exceedingly polite. "Looks like our girl here did a number on your ass. Want us to give a little of that back to her?"

  Ike smirked. "I think it's safe to say that her ass is mine later on." Although, he'd love to see her squirm under their spanking. "I intend to give her something to think about when she's trying to sit tomorrow."

  "That ought to be worth watching." Trent gave her ass a hard smack. "Get moving, girl, before I forget my manners. Your boyfriend's all tied up. I might find I can't resist laying a few lashes on that sweet ass of yours."

  Mercy pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and took the basin and cloths to the bathroom, while Trent and Robert helped themselves to condoms. Ike's breathing quickened when Robert walked his way, ripping open a package as he did so. Ike's cock strained toward him.

  "Safe word?" he asked.

  "Zymurgy."

  "Excellent." Smiling, he seated the condom on Ike's dick in a single stroke.

  Ike thrust into Robert's fist on a loud groan that surprised him. Robert cupped his sac and forced his fingers into Ike's still lubed ass. Ike closed his eyes and writhed into the plunge.

  "Nice and stretched," Robert said in a low voice. "It's gonna take my cock real good. Ever done this before?"

  Ike wasn't sure exactly what the three of them had planned. His safest answer was, "No. Not this exactly."

  "Neither have we." Robert licked his way down Ike's torso as he knelt. Sharp nips dotted his pelvis and thighs. Ike whimpered with each one, jerking his hips forward as Robert's fingers thrust slowly in and out of his ass. Another moan flashed his eyes open.

  Mercy lay sprawled, tits up, on top of Trent. Her brown skin looked pale next to his darker complexion. Long fingers pinched her nipples into elongated points. His knees were between her thighs, spreading them wide while his cock probed her ass. Her labia were dusty rose, swollen and glossy. Ike's mouth watered at the thought of tasting her pussy.

  Trent looked over Mercy's shoulder and caught Ike's gaze. Smiling, the man raked one hand down her stomach and spread her pussy lips. Ike would bet her clit was swelling, begging for attention. He wanted to be the one to give it that, not Trent, though watching them together made Ike hotter than he'd ever imagined it would.

  Trent tunneled down the valleys and burrowed his fingers into her cunt, ignoring what really needed touching. All her wiggling wouldn't get her what she wanted.

  Ike blew out the breath he held. He knew exactly how she felt.

  He cried out when a third finger delved into his ass and into his prostate. Robert wrapped his hand around Ike's cock, giving him just enough hold to drive Ike insane. Then Robert sucked Ike's balls into his mouth. And Trent's dick disappeared into Mercy's rectum. Ike felt himself starting to come. Robert did, too, and clenched his fist around Ike's cock, choking off the orgasm.

  "The sight always makes me feel that way, too," Robert said against Ike's balls. He slipped his fingers from him, then inched forward more and flashed his tongue around Ike's hole.

  Ike's legs shook from the effort not to buckle. Only one thing would have made it more intense.

  "Want to fuck her?" Robert asked.

  "God, yes."

  Ike felt the tug on his ankles as the straps were released. Robert skidded up his body, nudging his cock against Ike's, and released the wrist straps.

  "Go get her," he said. "I'm going to be right behind you... literally."

  Ike rubbed the tingles from his arms and walked toward the bed. He tried not to ponder the implication of Robert's statement. One word would stop it all.

  But stopping was the last thing on his mind.

  Mercy's breasts quivered as he neared. Her liquid gaze never left his. Trent eased his fingers from her cunt and wiped her juices over her belly. Ike crawled onto the bed between their open thighs. Trent wrapped his hand around Ike's erection, stroking him in a corkscrew motion like nothing Ike had ever felt before. He braced his arms on either side of them and rocked into the caress, each time nudging Mercy's pussy a little more.

  The mattress dipped with Robert's weight. Trent and Mercy froze. Hard breaths from the other three matched Ike's. It made him feel good that they were as unsure as he was.

  He rubbed the back of his finger over Mercy's clit. Her body clenched around Trent, tearing a groan from the man. Ike eased his finger inside her, feeling the heat of the other man's cock through the thin membrane. Trent clutched her breasts and rolled his hips forward. Ike hesitated, then dared to brush against Trent's smooth, dark balls. They twitched and tightened, hugging the man's body.

  More cool lube touched Ike's anus. He writhed against the fingers that readied him, then bent forward for his first taste of male.

  Ike indulged Mercy first, suckling her swollen clit while he finger-fucked her, making sure he rubbed along the hard ridge of Trent's cock. He slipped lower, tunneling his tongue inside her while he kneaded Trent's balls, and Robert fondled Ike's.

  His eyes rolled back as he gasped. Sensation overwhelmed him. All the condoms and cock rings in the world wouldn't have kept him from coming if one of them fisted his penis now.

  Ike pulled in control a thread at a time. Then he dared...and licked Trent's balls. Trent thrust into Mercy with a strangled cry. Ike circled his thumb over Mercy
's clit and pumped his ass against Robert's fingers. Guttural moans merged into one.

  Mercy clamped one hand on his shoulder, digging her nails deep, and gasped. "Stop. I'm going to come."

  "Me, too," Trent panted.

  Ike raked his mouth away and poised himself over the couple, aiming his dick at the portal to her sweet, tight pussy. Robert wrapped one hand around Ike's hip. His fingers flexed as if he, too, were trying to rein in a little control. Ike wished he could see him.

  "We need wall-sized mirrors," Ike told them.

  Mercy smiled and draped her arm around his neck. "Oh yes." Her face glowed with...

  Ike didn't know what. She just glowed, and it made him feel like a god. "Let's do this."

  Mercy and Trent gave short nods. Behind Ike, Robert guided his cock toward Ike's anus. Ike lifted his ass higher, trying to give Robert better access, and slipped inside Mercy's cunt. The dick buried in her ass made her extra tight. Ike gulped with every inch he eased into her heat. Then he froze when he reached the hilt.

  Trent's penis throbbed against Ike's. Balls cushioned balls, hard yet at the same time soft. Robert shifted forward, pushing his erection into Ike's ass with slow, steady pressure. The muscle contracted of its own volition, then relaxed and let him in. Pleasure rippled from Ike's core in ever-increasing waves. He wanted to move. He wanted to freeze the moment in time--everything at once--especially when his testicles became sandwiched between those of the other two men.

  Robert's hand shook as he wrapped the other one around Ike's hip. Ike's arms quivered from the effort to keep from crushing Mercy and Trent. Her nipples still thrust into his chest like marbles.

  Trent slid his hand around her breast and rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Mercy's mouth gaped with a silent gasp. She brushed her hand downward, until her fingers were nestled on her clit. That seemed to be the signal they'd all been waiting for.