"Do you want to give it a go?"
Violet turned to me, holding what looked like a metal square frame. My throat constructed, and I reached forward and ran a trembling finger over it, unsure of what to say but certain this was what I wanted.
"Did you want to take off your shirt?" Jack suggested, a sly grin chasing the corners of his mouth.
I drew my shirt over my head, revealing my simple white lace bra, nipples pebbling with desire and anticipation. I unhooked my bra behind me, allowing the fabric to drag down, further stimulating myself.
Violet held the square over my chest, fitting my breasts into the open space and slowing tightening the frame to encase and enhance my chest. Jack knelt beside me, helping to screw the butterfly nuts harder, squeezing my breasts and making them stand up. I looked down, admiring how the frame made my nipples stand to attention, how it made my chest heavy and blush, how Jack and Violet's eyes coursed over my body.
Violet's fingers brushed over my nipples, nerves tingling and goosebumps raising over my arms. I sighed and leant into her fingers, smiling at her in encouragement.
She leaned back into me, softly kissing me, her fingers deepening the pressure on my chest. Our tongues danced, and I could feel Jack's eyes drowning in us both.
"Do you want to see more?" He offered, smiling as I nodded eagerly, fingers fumbling to release my breasts and gasping as the rush of blood overwhelmed me. The frame dropped with a metallic sound, but I was too focused on the couple before me to care.
"Violet. Collar."
She rose gracefully, taking her clothes off with her back to us, sensual and seductive in an unwitting way. Standing under their sex-swing frame, she closed her eyes, composed and calm, waiting for what she knew would come next.
Jack stood behind her, his warm hands stroking her body, attuning her to the feel of him. Carefully, he closed a leather collar around her neck, locking it tight with a small padlock that hung from her neck like beautiful jewellery.
Trailing his hands down her soft skin, he bound her wrists individually in leather cuffs, then her ankles. She stood with her feet at shoulder width apart, eyes closed, chest rising and falling softly. Jack attached a leash to her collar, asking her if she's ready, his eyes lighting up as she breathed out her agreement.
"Walk." He commanded, tugging at her leash and walking down the hallway to his room. I followed, silently, hands clasped behind my back so I wouldn't reach out and touch the beautiful image before me.
Jack led Violet to the bed, pushing her down onto her back. In the same order as when he cuffed her, he tied her down to the bed. Yanking the cords tight, I watched as her legs were pulled tight, her chest rising sharply each time, a muted cry creeping through her bitten lips.
He raised her head forward, and slid a blindfold down over her eyes, before offering her his noise-cancelling headphones. The Cat Empire sang out for a second before he connected them to his phone, So Many Nights echoing in the carpeted room before her body began to softly dance on the bed, enjoying her favourite music.
Jack covered her with his coverlet, tenderness showing in his eyes before he turned away and walked back to the living room.
Jack handed me a gin and tonic, my eyes wide and fingers tingling with anticipation and desire. I swallowed my drink fast, nerves making my motions unsteady. Jack cupped my face with his hands, kissing me, tasting the alcohol on each other's tongues.
He stroked me, comparing my skin to hers under his fingers and kissing me deeper. I stepped back, taking off my pants and underwear, folding them neatly in a corner of the couch.
"How would you like to watch me fuck her?"
I watched him silently as he played with himself, hardening before me.
"Would you like to help?" He offered, making me reach over and touch him, feel his velvety hard texture and explore the way his body reacted to my hand. He smiled and kissed me again, pushing slightly against my hand as I sang a rhythm in my head.
Jack headed back to his bedroom, his cock bouncing before him as he headed for his partner. Whipping off the covers, he fitted himself into her firmly, using her bound body for his own pleasure, taking her out of her quiet space and making her cry out under him.
Stopping himself before she reached her peak, he withdrew and untied her. I watched as she tried to keep her face still, but her need flashed before my eyes briefly, before she brought herself back under control.
He attached her leash once more, bringing her to the living room to stand back under the frame.
"Go for it," he encouraged me, responding to the way my eyes ravished her body, desire naked in my gaze. Smiling, I knelt at her feet, leaning forward to inhale her scent. I licked at her, tasting her, so similar but so different to me. She tasted like honey, sweet and cloying, with a heady sensation of cream. Her clit piercing hung on my tongue, blue and glistening, beautiful. I let myself go, fell into the taste of her, the smell, her wetness on my face. Jack tapped me on the shoulder and I leant back, not ready to leave but compelled to obey.
He slapped her on her clit and she cried out, her body shaking and her nipple ring glinting in the low light above me. He slapped her twice more, one on each thigh, before motioning for me to return.
I did, with pleasure, marvelling at how much her body proved her enjoyment.
After what wasn't possibly enough time, Jack tapped me on the shoulder again, motioning for me to step back.
