Spy Games: Birthday Games (3 page)

God, it felt good to challenge Jake after a week of being with Charlotte. No one challenged Charlotte, not even the boys. It also felt good to be naughty. Chase at home found wicked ways to punish her, ways that made her rant and beg to come, all at the same time. A part of her wondered if Jake would rise to the challenge and put her in her place, too.

Chase did so many divine, kinky things to her, and sometimes she found herself being a little bratty just to test the waters. He made her wear toys for a weekend day and wouldn’t let her come while he tortured her endlessly. Or she had to wait on him hand and foot, right down to a blow job under the kitchen table while he had a dinner that she cooked and served. The hand and foot thing was weird but arousing, since Chase was a control freak and insisted on doing everything for her on a daily basis. She wondered if he felt it was a punishment for him as well.

The two men exchanged a look, one she couldn’t gauge. Chase said nothing, but Jake nodded. “So, on to something more fun. What’s my birthday surprise, honey?”

Kate took a deep, calming breath to quell the slight pang of disappointment. So much for that. She crossed the room and sat on Chase’s lap, wrapping her arms around his neck as she inhaled the scent of his light cologne. “Us.”

Jake nodded in approval, unbuttoning his shirt. “Obviously you enjoyed our first time. Care to elaborate what you have planned?”

Chase’s hand slid up her stocking-clad thigh, his thumb tracing the gentle patterns in the black silk. Her heart accelerated a little. She’d been damp since they left the house. No, she’d been damp since her feet hit the floor this morning. Chase had teased her unmercifully when she woke, bringing her to near orgasm before he denied her release, telling her to save it for the evening.

“A plan?” she echoed. She glanced between the guys, confused. “I’m the submissive. Submissives don’t make plans.”

“You’re a submissive in the bedroom,” Jake corrected. “You can make plans out of bed.” Jake finished with his shirt and shrugged out of it, his chest firmly muscled and tan, the sprinkling of hair a little more golden. Kate loved that he was the opposite of Chase’s leaner muscles, pale skin, and darker hair. She’d seen Jake without clothes so many times, but since she was allowed to enjoy the view, with Chase’s permission, she did.

Jake removed his belt, and Kate wondered why he was the only one undressing. Last time, they’d undressed her first. But Chase’s fingers found their way under her skirt, his fingers brushing the triangle of cloth covering her mound, and she hummed in approval, easily distracted.

“So tell me, Kate. You’re in on this, right? I have your consent? I know I have his.” Jake gestured with his chin to Chase. “But I need to know you’re mine for tonight.”

“I’m yours to do what you wish, with Chase’s approval, of course.”

“Chase approves,” her husband said huskily, his lips hot on her neck.

Jake nodded. “Did you explain to her what tonight involves, since she didn’t make a game plan?”

“Uh, well. I tried.” Chase pulled away from Kate and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. “She informed me there were only so many orifices she could be taken in, and since we’d covered all of them the first time around, she supposed it would be more of the same. So she wouldn’t listen.”

Jake laughed, those blue eyes like a dark, turbulent ocean, one full of lust. “Tonight will be very different than last time. You still want to play?”

It couldn’t be that different, could it? Anticipation swirled in her belly. Hell yes, she wanted to play. “Yes.”

“Safeword?”

“Christmas.”

“Good. I might use colors to check in with you, to make sure you’re still having fun. Yellow if you’re unsure or need to slow down. Green is everything’s okay. If you want to use red to stop, I’ll respect that, too. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes?” Jake’s voice deepened a bit, insinuating she’d left something off.

Damn it, she hated this unsure feeling that mixed with the desire to please them both. Not knowing the answer he wanted set her on edge. “I don’t know what to call you. I call Chase ‘Sir’.”

“How about he’s Husband. I can be Sir. Okay?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Any limits?”

She glanced at Chase, unsure. She worked with Jake every day. He knew damned well what she liked and didn’t like, but she never thought she’d have to lay out what she didn’t want done to her sexually. Which led to worried thoughts about what he might do that she wouldn’t like.

Chase took her hand in his and squeezed gently. “Just tell him what you don’t like, love. When you play like this, usually you find out what your bedmates like first so everyone has a good time. I know what you like, so it wasn’t an issue the first time around. Jake’s in charge, so he needs to know where to take the adventure.”

“Are we sure we want him to be driving? Because if his hostess skills are anything like his driving skills, we’re in big, big trouble.”

“Such a bad girl,” Jake muttered.

But Chase laughed. “She has a point, even if she is being a mouthy gift.”

She had a hard time with the submissive aspects sometimes, hence the reason she often ended up being denied orgasms on the weekend. Chase expected her to kick bad guy ass all week and come home to him submissive and obedient. After a week with Charlotte, the submissive in her wasn’t easy to find. She lowered her gaze meekly, the way Chase liked. Jake had to like that, too.

“Sorry, Sir.” She peeked up at him from lowered lashes.

“You will be,” Jake promised, but he tried hard to hide the smile quirking at the corner of his lips. “Limits?”

“Chase has never done anything to me that I don’t like.” She glanced around the room, at the various pieces of furniture all with mysterious purposes. Her gaze hit on some paddles, crops, and weird things with long lashes, neatly hung on the walls. She gestured in that direction. “I don’t get into pain. I like a little rough sex, toys, and clamps. But I don’t know if I’d like more.”

Jake nodded. “I’ll defer to Chase, then, before I do something. You’ll come on his command, not mine, if it’s allowed.”

“Yes, Sir.” Jake arched a brow, and she quickly added, “Thank you, Husband.”

“Come here, honey.” Jake sat down on the edge of the bed, his voice dangerously soft in a way she knew meant trouble. “So tell me how you wish to please me.”

She swallowed at the lump in her throat, her palms instantly sweaty. Chase shoved her off his lap, and she teetered over to stand in front of Jake, unsure. “I’m wearing what you like a woman to wear to entice you. I consulted Chase.”

Jake cast an approving glance over her outfit, the shirt tied just under her breasts so her belly was exposed. He must have liked the mini skirt, too, because he grinned as he ran a finger along the hem that fell just above the tops of her black, thigh-stockings. “That you are.”

“I…waxed. For you.”

“For me?” Jake shook his head. “Tell me
he
didn’t enjoy that part of the gift, first.”

Kate blushed hot from her neck to her temple. She’d never gone bare before, and the sensation of silky skin against satin panties was too much for her to wait for the big day. She couldn’t help that it made her horny.

Chase must have decided to save her, because he said, “You can’t blame me for making sure your gift was acceptable. It’s not like you haven’t tapped into my presents in the past.” Chase rose from the chair. He crossed the room and sat next to Jake on the bed. “But she did wax because I told her you would like that.”

“I do like that. I’m just giving you a hard time, Kate. I’m touched you would try going bare for my birthday.” Jake grinned. “I like the skirt. Is this new?”

Kate nodded, mouth dry, heart pounding. Two hot men, so close, staring, yet neither touched her. Damn it, one of them had better touch her before she burnt to a crisp all on her own.

As if he’d heard her mental plea, Jake tugged her skirt up her thighs, around her hips so her mound was peeking out under the hem. The scant scrap of black, gauzy cloth was the only thing between Kate’s bare pussy and Jake’s heated gaze. “And wow, those are racy panties.”

“It’s a thong.”

Jake twirled his finger in the air, and she turned carefully on command, mindful of the heels. Jake gave a whistle of approval when she gifted him with the rear view, then she faced forward. She licked her lips, wanting more. Much more.

“Damn,” Jake breathed. “You went all out, didn’t you? A thong, black thigh high stockings, fuck-me heels.” He knew she hated thongs. And heels. “Thanks, buddy,” he said to Chase.

“
Thanks, buddy
. Go to hell. I had to buy it and wear it.”

Both guys laughed. Jake hand skimmed her inner thigh, his fingers delving under the scrap of gauze to test her bare flesh. The heat of anger quickly turned to desire as his fingers delved between her damp folds. “Damn, Kate. You’d think I’d turned forty, not thirty-five. You went all out. So slick and wet, just for me.”

“You are getting old. Should I have gotten you some little blue pills so you can keep up with Chase? I need a lot of loving.” Chase was thirty-one, and horny as hell all the time. She doubted Jake needed anything, the proof positive in his slacks, his erection thick against his zipper.

“Bad, bad girl.” Jake held his glistening fingers up to her lips. “Suck,” he commanded softly.

She hesitated and met Chase’s gaze. He nodded, and she closed her eyes and took Jake’s fingers into her mouth, sucking her essence, using her tongue on his fingers the way she knew she would later on his hard cock.

Jake slid his fingers free from her mouth. “Did Chase tell you what I’d want for my birthday, besides the clothes?”

“No.” She hoped it involved many orgasms whatever it was.

“First, panties off.”

She could do that. Her fingers hooked under the strings at her hips and tugged, shimmying out of the gauzy material. The mini skirt fell back in place, so she doubted Jake got more than a flash of bare flesh before it was covered with material again.

“There will be lots of lovin’, cake and party games, but first I’m going to spank you for your disobedience on that last mission.”

“You wouldn’t.” But the firm look in his eyes told her that, yes, he would and he’d enjoy every second of it. A fresh flush of heat spread over her skin, sparking an ache between her thighs, the arousal in direct opposition to her growing apprehension. Chase had never spanked her more than a smack or two on the ass. She wasn’t so sure if she would like this. She turned to Chase. “You said yes to him spanking me?”

“Eyes here, honey.” Jake grasped her chin and turned her attention back to him. “Chase gave his whole-hearted permission on this. No crops or anything like that. Just my hand. We’ll work you up to the good stuff another time.”

She wanted to wipe the smug grin from Jake’s lips, but instead she wrenched her chin from his hand and smacked Chase on the shoulder. “You didn’t.”

Chase narrowed his eyes, grabbed her wrist, and tugged. “I did. You deserve punishment, Jake likes a good spanking. I don’t want to spank you past a blow or two, but watching will be hot as hell. It serves all of our needs.”

Oh, God, he was yanking her across his lap, her ass in the air. She struggled, panting with excitement and terror. “No! I’m sorry. I’ll listen. I’ll promise.”

“You’ll like this, trust me,” Chase said, pinning her down on his lap as if she were a tiny, weak thing. She struggled harder as he hiked up her skirt, the air cooler on her bare cheeks. “And when he’s done, maybe you’ll think twice about needlessly putting your life on the line.”

“I wasn’t in danger, and I’m not gonna like it.” But damn it, she already liked what they were doing, and they hadn’t hit her yet. Chase’s erection strained through his slacks, hot against her side. One hand restrained her around her thighs, and the other pressed her down at the small of her back, his hold firm and relentless. She felt small and helpless pinned on his lap, yet she trusted them completely.

The pairing of those feelings ignited a maelstrom of lust and need, fueled by the gentle caress of Chase’s hand as he skimmed from her thighs to her bare cheeks. She groaned and wriggled again but only her ass moved.

“Mmm, I like it when you squirm like that, honey.” Jake’s voice was ripe with approval. “Wiggle again for me.”

She went still, panting, feeling funny following his orders.

But Chase leaned down and growled, “He gave you a command, love. You will do as he asks. Don’t embarrass me by being a brat.”

She gulped. Her heart hammered like a drum pounded to a wild rhythm. “Yes, Husband,” she whispered and wiggled a little.

“This is your gift, love,” Chase reprimanded. His hand smacked down on her ass, and she yelped more with surprise than pain. “You wanted to give him a present. You should have researched better about what it meant for Jake to be the hostess, or you should have gone with what I wanted to get him.”

“Yes, Husband.”

“What were you going to get me?” Jake asked.

“That shotgun of mine you were drooling over, and I was going to load you some of the ammo you liked for it.”

“Hmm.” She pictured Jake rubbing his chin in contemplation. “Is it too late to go for that? Because you know how badly I want that shotgun.”

“Hey, I can hear you two, you know,” Kate grumped. “I’m not leaving here without sex. I suggest you get to it.”

“I’m never sending you out with Charlotte again. All she’s taught you is how to be mouthy and demanding.” Chase tucked her hands between his lap and her body and pressed harder across her back. His other hand rubbed her bare ass, caressing the cheeks, warming her skin. She wanted to wiggle, partly to get free and partly to make them hurry up. Damn, it felt good already, the ache in her core growing stronger. But soon it would hurt and—

Smack.

She jumped as much as Chase’s hold allowed and shrieked. Jake had hit her this time, his hand broader than Chase’s.

Both men laughed. She glared at the floor, and Chase’s hand returned, soothing the sting from her ass.

“How many, buddy?” Jake asked.