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When the trio entered Denise's house, Dean and Seth carried her bags. Dean told Seth to put his shoes in the bin, quietly telling the other man that she was very particular about the cleanliness of her floors. Seth followed his directions almost meekly. Denise headed for the kitchen to begin dinner while the guys sorted the laundry that needed to be washed.
"I swear, I didn't mean to crash your time together. I was headed for a hotel." Seth whispered to Dean.
Dean grabbed Seth's pile of dark dirty laundry and added it to the pile of his and Denise's. "We talked and agreed that it made no sense for you to stay alone. There's room here." He reached for the light colored clothing that Seth was clutching in his hands. "Save water, dude. No need in running up her water bill." He added the clothes into one common pile before leaning against the washer. "You want to make things up to us, to her. That's going to require groveling. As many times as I have screwed up, I'm getting really good at groveling. Take notes." Suddenly Dean's demeanor changed and he was in Seth's face. "But if you do anything to harm her, threaten her in any way, make her feel uncomfortable – and I mean here or at work – I will end you. She is my all. I will risk everything to protect her. You should know that now. Nothing, and I do mean nothing, means more to me than Denise Chester."
Seth's response was quiet and clear. "I understand." In reality, Seth had no clue what Dean was talking about. He understood that Dean loved and cared for his woman and he was protective of her, but he did not hear the underlying warning that Dean had given him about what would be coming. No clue about how his life was about to change…
Denise looked through her freezer and cabinets trying to decide what she could feed two hungry men. "Ah Ha!" she exclaimed and pulled out some frozen pre-cooked shrimp, rice, soy sauce, frozen peas, and eggs. She put the rice on the stove and then began to preheat the pan with oil. She ran water over the shrimp in the sink. While that was going on, she scrambled a couple of eggs in a measuring cup. The men came into the kitchen as Denise was putting the rice into the hot pan with the shrimp, peas, and soy. Dean glanced at her preparations and handed Seth three bowls. He pointed to the dining room table. Dean got the glasses and ice but had to settle for canned drinks since they had been on the road. When Seth came back into the kitchen, Denise opened the drawer and showed him the spoons and chop sticks. She finished the food with the eggs and then put the shrimp stir-fry in a large serving bowl. As soon as the food was on the table and before Denise sat down, Seth grabbed a heaping spoonful and put it in his bowl. Dean shook his head no frantically. Denise raised one eyebrow as she sat down. Catching Dean's eye, Seth set his chopsticks back down on the table as Dean served Denise and then himself. Denise smiled at Dean and thanked him for being so considerate. Then they began to eat.
"Why don't you go relax, let Seth and I get this." Dean suggested when they were done eating.
"You cooked, we clean." Seth agreed.
Denise smiled a small smile and stood up. Once the men cleared the table, she picked up the captain's chair (the one that has arms) and carried it upstairs. Time to prepare for the evening's festivities.
Dean looked at the clock. It was quarter 'til eight and Denise had been upstairs for twenty minutes. He knew she wasn't going to bed, or at least she wasn't going to sleep this early. Making sure that Seth was still busy drying dishes, Dean crept out of the kitchen and raced up the steps. Entering the doorway of the bedroom, Dean froze at the scene Denise had set up.
In the far corner of the room was the captain's chair from the dining room. It had restraints added that hadn't been there at dinner. Denise had also hung handcuffs from the canopy frame. His ring was lying on the bed, right next to a flogger, paddle, and blindfold. Walking closer, he realized that she had other "toys" laid out on her dresser. His hands nearly shook in anticipation…
Denise heard Dean enter the room. She finished putting on her shoes and turned off the bathroom light. She watched Dean take in everything. She watched his hands tremble. She bit back a smile as she knew he was already growing hard. This is going to be fun. So. Much. Fun!
Dean moved back towards the bed as Denise heard the creak of a person coming up the stairs. She wiped all traces of humor from her face and held her countenance firm. When Seth approached the room and cautiously called, "Um…guys?" Denise stepped into the bedroom.
"In here." Her tone was severe. Dean's head jerked up and his eyes widened. When Seth reached the doorway, he froze before stuttering and stammering. Denise cut him off quickly. "You do not have permission to speak. You will not speak unless granted permission, understood?" Seth nodded. Denise pointed to the chair. "Sit." Seth didn't move. "SIT!" she roared. Seth ran across the room and sat in the chair. "Restrain him." Dean quickly moved to his friend's side and fastened all of the restraints. Denise then shooed Dean away and circled Seth slowly. "So. You want to apologize straining our relationship. You want to apologize for taking Dean to a strip club and sending a girl to sit on his lap. You think that a little 'I'm sorry' is going to cut it." Denise leaned over into Seth's face. "I have news for you, little boy…That isn't good enough. Not by a long shot." Denise slid one hand from Seth's cheek down his chest at to his crotch. "You are going to learn exactly the kind of woman you pissed off. Don't ever piss me off. You can't handle it, I promise you." Denise stood up, walked over to her toys, grabbed a ball gag, and looked at Dean. "Why aren't you in position?" She walked back over to Seth and circled behind him. She slid her hands around his neck, feeling him swallow hard. "As you can probably tell, Dean and I have a rather unique and relationship. We are really into our dominant and submissive roles; something that we are also very protective of. Tonight you get to watch and partake in our fun and games. You like games, don't you Seth? You won't get off on watching though, will you? Because that would make me very unhappy. And we don't want that do we? Do we, Seth?"
"No, ma'am." he whispered.
"Glad that we understand one another. Now, open up." Denise ordered. Seth followed her directions and she slipped the gag in place.
Dean was still on the other side of the bed, hands on his boxer briefs, looking at the floor. Denise walked over to him and lifted his head with a gentle hand under his chin. "Are you okay? Second thoughts?"
He murmured, "Watching him watch…I…I'm fine with it. But watching him watch."
Denise reached for the blindfold on the bed. "Will this help? He is gagged, so you shouldn't hear him. With this, you shouldn't see him. Do you really want to do this? Last chance." she whispered in his ear.
"I want this." he answered, lifting her hands to his eyes. Denise tied the blindfold in place and Dean dropped his last garment. Denise guided Dean into place and he latched his wrists into the handcuffs. She caressed his shoulders and kissed his neck. She slid her arms around his waist and around his cock. She propped her chin on Dean's shoulder, made eye contact with Seth, and steadily pulled on Dean. The veins in the necks of both men began to stand out. Denise knew the time was right, so she slid the cock ring onto Dean and made sure it was nice and snug. "Ff-uucckk." he groaned, low and steady, letting his head drop back. Seth shook his head no slowly.
"You know this is just the beginning." Denise murmured, reaching for the lube. She rubbed his ass firmly, repeatedly. When he began to moan and fidget, she lubed the vibrating plug and inserted it slowly. Dean rocked with the intrusion, unable to fight the excitement or reach the release the vibrations made his body seek desperately. Denise moved to his front, capturing his lips in a hard kiss before moving away.
Kneeling in front of Seth, she whispered, "See anything you like?" Seth nodded. "You think you can handle this?" He nodded again. Denise held up another butt plug. "Even this?" she questioned again. Seth hesitated and then nodded. "Damn. You really want to work for this forgiveness, don't you?" Denise unzipped Seth's pants a slight bit, turned on the vibrating plug, and slipped it inside so it rested against his awakening cock. "Enjoy…"
Seth squirmed against his restraints as he watched Denise's red-leather clad body shimmy and sway back towards his bound friend on the bed. Lucky fucker. He'd never thought about her like this before but now, in this environment, with this thing vibrating against him…Seth's eyes grew wide as Denise picked up a paddle. What is she going to do with that? Surely not…
"What have you done, Dean?"
"I went to a strip club." Whack. "I looked at other women." Whack. "I drank alcohol, and too much at that." Whack. Whack. "A stripper sat on my lap before I could get her off." Seth tried to defend his friend, but the gag prevented him from saying anything. The sound and sight of paddle landing another whack filled his ears.
"Do you want to take his punishment, Seth?" Denise asked. Seth shook his head no. To Seth's surprise, Dean shook his head no even more vehemently. He wants this? He likes this? What am I missing? Denise traded the paddle for the flogger. She began to work Dean's thighs and ass. Seth listened more closely. Those weren't groans of pain or requests to stop. Those were moans of delight…excitement…pleasure. Dean was getting off on this. Denise was in tune with his pleasure, very in tune and pushing him closer to the brink. Daamn…
Denise looked at Dean's straining cock. He was so close, so close. Her lover's head was almost purple. She laid her toys down and caressed him gently before closing her lips over his member softly. A soft gasp fell from his lips. His hips rocked as she sucked him and fondled his balls. Seth groaned from the corner. Denise reached up and pulled the blindfold from Dean's eyes. He blinked repeatedly to adjust to the light and while he looked down at her wrapped around his cock. She smiled up at him and pulled the lace apart that contained her breasts. Dean's mouth opened, silently making a request. Denise made two more long draws before releasing him and moving up to Dean's face. "Did you want something?" she whispered, holding her breasts together and tweaking her nipples. He groaned and licked his lips. "Would you like a taste?" Dean's head lowered slowly and captured one in his mouth. Denise ran her fingers through his hair and held his head to her chest. Dean groaned and sucked harder. His hips were still rocking against her body. Denise could feel that Dean was reaching the end of his rope. "Hold on baby."
She pulled away from Dean. "There's just one more thing." She caressed his face. "I'll be right back." Denise grabbed the remaining gag from the dresser and placed it in Dean's mouth. She whispered in his ear, "I haven't forgotten what that picture did to me. Payback's a bitch. Deal with it." Dean wrenched on the handcuffs, but couldn't escape.
Denise stalked towards Seth with a dangerous gleam in her eye. Seth squirmed in his seat. Denise grabbed him with both hands by the back of his neck as she straddled the chair, sliding her legs through the arm rests. "You have an affinity for lap dances, don't you Seth? This is right up your alley, isn't it?" she nearly growled as she lowered herself to grind on his jean-covered crotch. The vibrating bullet was still in place and touched Denise's clit as she ground against his cock. Denise felt her first orgasm approaching and she let it come. She used it to give Seth the perfect lap dance, rocking and grinding him into exploding in his pants. When she heard his muffled cry, she kissed his forehead and moved from his lap. Denise turned back to the furious man chained to her bed and smirked. "Are you mad? Possessive? Do you want to do something to prove you are more of a man than he is? Can you make me cum harder than he did?" Dean was literally panting, nearly foaming at the mouth with want and desire. Denise stood at the end of the bed facing off with Dean. "One more question, Sub." Dean's head jerked up. "Are you ever going to go to a place like that or act like that again?" Dean's head flew side-to-side. Denise reached over to release the gag.
"Lesson learned. No repeats." he swore. Denise stretched up to release one cuff. Dean released the other and was moving off the bed. He was coming for Denise, who headed back over to Seth's chair. Dean caught her behind the chair, bent over at the waist with her arms wrapped around Seth's shoulders. Dean was out of his mind with need, seeing that the shiny red leather suit was crotchless and she was bent over exposing herself to him put him over the edge. He caught her around the waist with one arm and held her open with the other hand so he could slam himself inside. Denise's body jerked forward, pushing her into Seth. Higher and higher he pushed until he was helpless to do anything except release himself and shout her name. Denise joined him, falling over the edge of oblivion and screaming his name. Seth held on to his chair and groaned. The things these two…Dear God…How in the hell had he survived? Would they let him play again? Maybe participate more next time?