Before too long there was a knock at the door and Sebastien came back out to open it. Claire stayed on her knees, unsure of her responsibility but fairly certain that a show of quiet docility wouldn't be displeasing. Two pairs of shoes soon appeared in her field of vision, and she heard René speaking softly above her.
"Mon ami, I think you have outdone yourself," he said breathlessly.
"Indeed, I was just thinking that I should have her do this every time I host a dinner party." Both men laughed softly and Claire frowned inwardly. Though she knew he never really held dinner parties, it simultaneously annoyed and aroused her that he would even consider it. "Come, girl, take our guest's coat."
Claire stood silently and tugged gently on René's jacket, pulling it off and going to hang it up in the closet. René and Sebastien headed for the little dining room in the back of his flat and she followed along, detouring into the kitchen to pick up bottles of wine and water to fill their glasses with.
For an hour she stood in the corner of the dining room dressed only in her chains in front of the wide window. She filled their glasses and brought them plates of food and was otherwise completely ignored. Astonishingly, she found that she loved every minute of it. Her whole body was hot and primed for whatever might come next as she cleared away the last of the dishes. When she returned to the dining room, René beckoned to her and she approached timidly.
"Sir?"
"Sit on my lap." Before she could even answer, René had grasped her waist and pulled her smoothly onto his lap. He continued talking to Sebastien in French as he held his wine glass up to her lips and bade her drink. She sipped the cool, sweet liquid, her breath hitching as he tugged gently on the chain that connected her nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through her.
This time, Sebastien refilled René's glass. René took a drink of wine and then turned to kiss Claire, sharing the liquid with her. Some droplets spilled out and dripped onto her breasts, beading up on her oiled skin and rolling down onto the carpet. He took another sip, and then another, passing each to her until the glass was empty and her head was starting to swim. Sebastien refilled the glass again and before long her head was buzzing.
Claire shifted in his lap, suddenly feeling him against her, hard and ready. She let out a soft gasp, turning to him without thinking and looking him in the eyes. Before she dropped her eyes again she saw the dark excitement in his. He lifted her to her feet and without a word walked toward the guest bedroom, flicking his hand behind him to summon her. She glanced behind her at Sebastien, who nodded.
What, he was leaving her to go in and be alone with René? That hadn't been part of the plan, had it? She hesitated and he came to stand beside her, bending his head down to her.
"I shall be there in five minutes, no longer. Now go, and be a good girl," he said, emphasizing this with a gentle tug on her nipple chain. Claire turned obediently and followed after René, who was waiting for her. He beckoned to her and she stepped over to him, melting into the kiss he gave her.
"Undress me," he whispered against her lips, and she shivered. For the second time in one night she was sliding clothes off a man, piece by piece, leaving him naked before her. But this time, she thought with hot cheeks, sex was definitely on the agenda, as evidenced by the hard cock bobbing gently at her eye level as she bent over to remove the last of his clothing.
"Go on, cherie, onto the bed," he said, his voice soft and seductive. Claire crawled into the center of the bed, unnerved by the feral look in his eyes. He had always been the easygoing, relaxed one, and she wondered vaguely if he would be irritated when Sebastien at last returned. But she was distracted when René knelt in front of her and unclipped her wrist and ankle chains before pulling her legs apart.
He dipped his head down to kiss her as he rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance, coating himself in her wetness. Thrusting his hips forward, he plunged deeply inside, making her cry out beneath him.
"Alone with you...I never thought it to happen," he said softly. "I want to hear you call out my name."
"René," she whispered out.
"Louder," he said, sliding in and out of her and tugging on the chain that connected her nipples. He leaned down to nip along the top of her shoulder and she whimpered helplessly. Slipping his fingers between them, the sudden pressure on her made everything tighten inside her and she knew it would not be long before she came. René's eyes lit up and he began pounding into her powerfully. "When I make you come, I want you to be screaming my name," he murmured.
After a few more thrusts, he suddenly pulled out and ducked down between her legs to lash against her with his tongue. She threw her head back in pleasure, but was jerked back down when he tugged against her chain again more cruelly. She understood; he wanted her to watch him between her legs. The sight of his blond waves and the intense look in his eyes threw her over the edge and she came, calling out his name.
He scrambled up the bed and grasped her to roll her over on top of him. Just before he did, she caught a glimpse of Sebastien leaning against the doorjamb, watching with an inscrutable look on his face. The feeling of René's cock entering her again from below tore her attention back to him as sensations shivered over her skin.
But then she felt movement on the bed behind her and it was Sebastien's fingers encircling her hips and touching her, vaulting up toward another orgasm. Almost before she could catch another breath she was twisting her hips against him, crying out wordlessly as he strummed his fingertips against her. René was gripping her upper thighs tightly, lifting her off him before he, too, succumbed to the rush of feeling.
She knelt over his legs, trying to catch her breath as Sebastien began talking behind her. At first the words completely escaped her but soon she was able to focus on them, looking curiously at the objects he'd brought with him: some leather straps with an attached rubbery protrusion. When she recognized it, she blushed and shook her head. Oh, geez. But at the same time, she wondered why they had never tried it before.
Sebastien threaded the leather straps around her, and she grinned despite her embarrassment at the firm silicone cock jutting from between her legs.
"Now I understand why you didn't tell me about this ahead of time," she said to him.
"Hmm?" he asked distractedly, still tightening the straps.
"Because I would have wanted to practice on you."
Sebastien looked up at this, frowning, and she knew she was right. Too bad, because it would have been fun. Wordlessly, he handed her a bottle of lubricant, and she knew what to do. She glanced at René, looking for all the world as if his wildest dream had just come true, and she guessed it was about to.
She slicked up their new toy, using the excess to work one of her fingers inside him to prepare the way. His hips lifted reflexively and he sighed out softly. Finally, she gripped his hips and pulled herself close to him, watching the excitement mount on his face.
Claire moved forward slowly, watching as the toy was buried inside René inch by inch. He moaned out blissfully below her, and it was a very odd sensation indeed to be the one doing the penetrating for a change. It was a sensation she found quite pleasing, though. She pulled her hips back out slowly and thrust in a bit harder, then repeated it, enjoying herself and the effect it had on René.
She was able to keep up a fairly steady pace, but before long a slow ache began in her thighs. She just wasn't used to this kind of motion. Looking behind her at Sebastien, she shrugged one shoulder, silently asking for his advice. His lips twitched in amusement, but he leaned over as he began unbuttoning his shirt.
"I can help you out with that," he said.
"Mmkay, good," she said, not connecting the very obvious dots. When he was naked, Sebastien knelt behind her and thrust his cock into her without warning. She was so wet, but still very sensitive and gasped with the rush of feeling. He cradled her in his arms protectively as his hips bumped against hers, helping her to slide in and out of René, who was looking very pleased indeed at the new arrangement. He wrapped his long legs around them so that they were all connected somehow.
Claire reached down with her still-slick hand and grasped René's cock, stroking it in time with Sebastien's thrusting. It had never felt so big in her hand, and it was hard as a steel rod. His hips bucked beneath her and Sebastien sped up behind her, gripping her hips almost painfully to drive her into René, who was cursing softly in French. She added a second hand, twisting them both around his cock and he let out a low moan as he came suddenly.
