She managed a shaky laugh. "I think you better not. Just get the spreader bar."

He reached out to tip her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Remember what I told you earlier."

She knew exactly what he meant. He wanted to end the evening by fucking her. In front of Van?

She glanced at her ex-boyfriend. Eyes on the padded table, he appeared the picture of the perfect submissive. She'd never told Van he was now her ex. She'd gotten him here by saying that he could regain her good graces. She wasn't sure that was possible anymore.

She pulled from Lincoln's hold. "Van, look at me."

He raised his gaze, his eyes intensely blue. She paused, two quick beats of her heart. "Your Master wants to fuck me after I'm done fucking you."

"Yes, Mistress."

She didn't know what that gaze meant, couldn't read the blazing expression in his eyes. "What did I tell you to say if you didn't want me to do something?"

"Mistress, may I please disobey?" he repeated.

At the time, she'd been referring to an act performed on him, yet the wording still applied. "Do you wish to use that phrase regarding your Master fucking me?"

He didn't even wait the two beats that she had. "No, Mistress."

It shouldn't shock her. She had him up on a table, his cock harnessed, legs spread ready to receive whatever she wished to dish out, another man at her side to help her administer his punishment. She was so much further out on a limb than she'd ever stepped in her life.

Two things were crystal clear. Her boss wanted to fuck her and her ex-boyfriend wanted to watch.

Lincoln read her thoughts, the doubt written in the tense lines of her body and her unfocused gaze. If the boy-yes, he was definitely a boy-was okay with Lincoln fucking her, then he didn't truly love or want her.

Maybe that was true, but it wasn't necessarily a given. What she hadn't learned yet was that some men and women were entirely different from others. For them, sex and love didn't have the same link. Sex and emotion didn't have to be only between one man and one woman. Sex came in all forms; he'd damn near tried just about all of them he could think of. That distinction allowed a man to get off watching his ladylove pleasured by another. It would, Lincoln imagined, be one of the hottest acts a man could participate in.

To his regret, that was something he'd never personally been involved in. Once out of his twenties, when he'd learned to let himself go, he'd never experienced love.

This young man was too much of a boy to realize what he had. Lincoln felt compelled to show him.

"Give me your hand, Natalie." Lincoln held out his, palm up.

Natalie's gaze rose from his chest to his mouth as if she was trying to lip read, before dropping to his outstretched hand.

Finally she slid her fingers into his, and he was stunned for a moment at how right her touch felt. Then he gently directed her to her knees in front of Van.

"You have not yet kissed your mistress or gloried in her taste. Beg her for a taste."

The two stared at him as if he'd lost his mind. Lincoln stroked Natalie's cheek. "I want to see him drink from your lips." He snapped his fingers at the boy. "Do as I say, slave."

There was a second's hesitation and a flash in his eyes, as if Van saw a threat he couldn't quite define. Then his gaze settled on Natalie's mouth. "Please, Mistress, may I kiss you?"

"You can do better than that, slave," Lincoln admonished. The boy may have fantasies of being a submissive, but he wasn't good at it.

Van's lips lifted. "Mistress, I will die if you don't grant me a taste of your mouth."

"That's better, slave."

Natalie swallowed, her gaze on Lincoln a moment too short for him to interpret. Then she nodded to Van. "All right, slave. I will grant you one kiss."

Hah. Lincoln smiled. Natalie definitely understood the game.

Van leaned down to cup her nape, bringing her closer. She stretched to meet him.

Lincoln's heart beat faster in his chest as her lips parted automatically and her lids fell, eyelashes dark and full against her skin. He had yet to kiss, to taste, to feast on her mouth for long, lush minutes. Watching whet his appetite. Their lips touched, a hint of her tongue, a sound sharp and sweet with longing, Lincoln couldn't be sure who made it. Ah yes, there was something to be said for watching. It allowed him to savor her beauty. Then Van opened fully and devoured her, a deep taking of her mouth, wet and sloppy in Lincoln's opinion, yet she sighed. Standing over them as her scent rose to his nostrils, he drank in the perfume of her arousal. Hot, sweet, sensual, intoxicating. She wasn't the schoolgirl he'd dressed her as. She was a woman ripe for fucking. Lincoln was sure the boy had never kissed her like that. What a waste.

Shoving his fingers through Van's hair, he pulled the kid's head back. "Enough. Masters' turn."

He helped Natalie to her feet. Her pink lipstick was nearly gone, one last smudge at the corner of her mouth. Lincoln licked it off. Ah, God, how the brief contact made his heart race. He cupped her throat in his hand, his fingers along her jaw, and held her for his kiss, touching her nowhere else.

The first taste was laced with mint toothpaste that could have been a lingering hint of Van. Then it was all her. Christ. She was sweet like the wine he'd given her, her lips soft and moist from the boy's kiss, her breath already quickened. He took her lips, her mouth, her tongue as if she were a battle prize. Grabbing his biceps, she rose on her toes, her breasts to his chest, her moan soundless, vibrating inside him close to his heart.

When he set her down, she gasped for breath, the last of her lipstick gone, and her lips a lush, voluptuous red. He turned just his head to look at Van. "That's how you kiss a woman, slave."

"Yes, Master." Van's eyes flashed.

Lincoln slid his fingers down her arm, his other hand a tad shaky with the aftereffect of her kiss. "The spreader bar, my dear?"

She nodded, her gaze slightly dazed.

"Good. I want to see you truss him up like a pig ready to roast."

That made her laugh, restored her equilibrium. He liked that he'd stolen it from her for a moment. She touched one of the rings on the side of the table by Van's left hand. "And two sets of handcuffs."

Van groaned with anticipation.

"As you wish, my sweet." Lincoln returned to her side with the requested implements. For women, he preferred fur-lined. For men, straight leather restraints with buckles.

"We'll do his hands first." She fumbled with the two buckles on the left hand, but her tongue peeped out as she found her rhythm on Van's right.

Lincoln watched the boy watch her. There was a newness, a light in his gaze, as if he was appreciating her for the first time.

She stood back to admire her handiwork, smiled to herself. "Perfect." Then she just as quickly looked at Lincoln for verification.

She'd never needed that in the office. At least not until the last week.

Instead of answering, he held up the spreader bar, manacles attached, raised one brow, and grinned wickedly.

She gripped it in both hands, arms out straight, eyeing Van from head to bare ass. "This will fit perfectly, slave," she told him, trailing his side, a manacle sweeping along his spine, then down the crack of his ass until she stood behind him.

Lincoln followed, came up close behind her. The kid's hard cock and bulging testicles hung between his legs like a stallion. His backside was hairless and smooth.

"Spread his legs," Lincoln murmured, caressing her with his voice, his breath, his body so close to hers, and his fingers down both her arms.

She knocked the kid's feet out, and he adjusted his knees, his cock dangling closer to the padded table. Laying the bar between his ankles, she fastened one manacle, then the other. "I hope you have keys for these."

Lincoln laughed. "Maybe I'll let the slave have the key in the morning." He slapped Van's ass, leaving a handprint. "If he's a very good boy and pleases you."

Between his legs, the boy's cock jerked.

"Ooh," Natalie said. "He likes that." She flipped her hair over her shoulder and looked back at Lincoln. "We're going to need the paddle, too."

He jumped to, enjoying that she improvised.

"And bring the dildo."

Grabbing both dildo and suction cock, plus the paddle and a bottle of lube, he turned to find her trailing a hand along the young man's side, moving to the front once more. Van's skin rippled and shivered beneath her touch.

Natalie took each offering from his hand, setting them one at a time between Van's cuffed hands as Lincoln laid the paddle on the table beneath the kid's belly.

"A dildo for your ass." She tipped Van's chin, forcing his gaze to hers. "Do you want the small end or the big one?"

"The big one, Mistress, but please be careful with my ass." His voice trembled, more from excitement than fear.

She glared at him. "Do not presume to tell me what to do. I asked you a question and I expect only one answer."

He gulped, then a moan rose from his throat. "The big one, please, Mistress."

"That's better." She forced his head down again.

Oh, she was a quick study.

Picking up the fat rubber cock, she suctioned it to the center of the narrow metal shelf running along the front of the table. "Can you reach that, slave?" Again, she forced Van's head down. "Open your mouth." He obeyed and the cock slid between his lips. "Good boy," she whispered.

Lincoln felt the effect of her voice along his own cock.

"Not too much fun, yet, naughty slave," she quipped as Van sucked on the fake cock. She pulled him up by his hair.

The kid licked his lips as if he'd tasted real come, then smiled. Hell, this was becoming fun.

Lincoln wrapped his arm around Natalie's waist and hauled her up against his body, his cock riding the base of her spine. Leaning his chin on her shoulder, he closed his eyes and drew in a breath, steeping himself in her scent. "So, slave, do you think your mistress is wet?"

Van grinned and wagged his head. "Oh yeah, Master."

"I think we should find out, don't you?"

The kid's eyes gleamed. "Definitely, Master."

Natalie squeaked as Lincoln bunched the pleated skirt, raising it to the top of her white panties. "Do you like this, slave?"

Van nodded his head, his tongue out like a panting dog.

Nudging a knee between her legs, Lincoln slipped a hand beneath the elastic waistband, tunneling down to her pussy. Natalie squirmed. His cock pulsed, greedily wanting more. Then he slid between her delicate lips, grazed her clit, and drew a finger up inside her.

She sighed, her head falling back on his shoulder, eyes open to gaze at Van's reaction. Lincoln shoved his other hand inside the soft white cotton, rubbing her clit. She moved with his stroke. The kid watched every jerk and twist of her body.

Lincoln withdrew one hand, the other still working her clit, and shoved his finger in the kid's mouth. "Taste her."

Van sucked on his finger like it was a cock. Groaned. Tasting her sweet juice mingled with the salt of male skin.

"Oh God." Beneath Lincoln's hand, Natalie trembled and moaned, her backside cupping his cock. "Oh my God." Her voice rose, then her thighs clamped around his hand, and she came hard.

Lincoln closed his eyes, savoring the feel of her skin and every buck of her body as she collapsed against him. Holding Natalie Beaumonde in his arms as she climaxed was the closest to heaven he'd ever been.

Chapter Eight.

"Did you like watching your mistress come?" Lincoln's deep voice rumbled against her back. If he hadn't been holding her, Natalie would have fallen.

"Fuckin' A, Master. It was so fucking hot. And she tasted so sweet on your finger."

Along with Lincoln's touch, Van's words melted her. He'd never talked that way before. If he'd fed her all along like that, would she have been so demoralized by the dominatrix?

It almost didn't matter. Surrounded by Lincoln's scent, his warmth, feeling his desire at her back, Van's words were just the icing, whereas Lincoln was the whole cake.

"Fuck him, baby. I need to watch you." Lincoln murmured the words into her hair, with Van close enough to hear.

Van's nostrils twitched, his eyes blazed a deep flame blue, and muscles rippled along his body. He was like an animal poised and ready. But she wanted to fuck him because Lincoln needed it. Even as she had the thought, Lincoln ran his hand down her arm, leaned their bodies forward as one, and closed her fingers around the black dildo she'd chosen.

"Big end," he directed.

She allowed herself a delicious shiver, his body caressing her from shoulders to rump, his cock pulsing with a life of its own against the bottom of her spine.

Then she tipped Van's chin with the crown of the big cock. "Prepare to be fucked like you've never been fucked before, slave." There, that was power. He gulped, then nodded eagerly.

This was new, exciting. Especially with Lincoln as her partner.

She left his warmth for Van's backside. "I have to admit he has an amazing ass," she said conversationally.

Lincoln laughed. She'd thought he would have taken a seat on the sofa for the show, but instead, he once again stood right behind her, his hand beneath the fall of hair at her shoulder.

"I've never done this before," she whispered, this time for his ears only.

He laid his cheek against the side of her head. "Use lube. Go slowly. You'll be perfect." Reaching around her, he held the bottle aloft, letting lube pour down the crack of Van's ass.