Trey wandered into the bedroom, took one look at Eric, and grinned. “How is it possible for two people to have that much fun in the bedroom?” Trey asked. “I could hear him laughing all the way in the bathroom. I really don’t see anything funny about Rebekah’s sexy little outfit, Eric. I mean…. damn, girl.”

Rebekah demonstrated by tickling Eric’s belly.

Trey chuckled. “I see. You’re torturing him. I guess his bribe worked.”

“His bribe?”

“The jewelry I tried to talk him out of.”

“I tried to talk him out of it too,” she said.

Eric nodded. “She did.”

She flicked her feather duster over the head of Eric’s rigid cock.

He sucked a breath through his teeth.

“So this kinky little game isn’t to repay him for the gift?” Trey opened the closet and pulled out some clothes.

“He doesn’t have to buy me gifts to encourage me to get my kink on.”

Trey shook his head. “And I practically gave you to him.”

Rebekah dusted Eric’s balls gently.

“Thank you!” Eric gasped, his muscles tightening, flesh quivering.

“Who are you thanking?” Trey asked, removing his towel from around his hips so he could use it to dry his hair.

“Both of you,” Eric said.

Rebekah caught one inspiring glance of Trey’s perfect, naked ass before forcing her attention to Eric. At least Trey’s back was to her.

Mercy. Okay, one more glimpse, and she’d be set for life. She didn’t mean to stare, but the colorful tattoo on Trey’s butt cheek could not be ignored.

“What the fuck is that?” Rebekah asked, leaning closer for a better inspection.

Trey glanced over his shoulder and followed her line of vision to his ass. Upon that perfect, firm cheek, a tattoo of a racing unicorn surrounded by rainbows decorated his skin. The calico kitten perched upon the unicorn’s back could only be described as nauseatingly cute. “Hmm. Why don’t you ask your boyfriend?”

Rebekah dragged her gaze from the monstrosity of a tattoo and glared at Eric. “You had something to do with that?”

Eric chuckled. “I designed it. Well, Jace helped a little. Isn’t it awesome?”

“That isn’t the word I’d use, no.”

“A bet’s a bet,” Eric said. “Brian has one too.”

“Eric! That thing is permanent.”

“So?”

“It is a great conversation starter at parties,” Trey admitted.

Rebekah’s head whipped around. Trey tilted his head forward and ran a hand through his long bangs, looking his absolute orneriest. And his most naked.

“At p-parties?” she sputtered. “Trey! It’s on your ass.”

He chuckled and cocked an eyebrow. “Exactly.”

Rebekah gaped. What kind of parties did this guy go to? And how did she get an invitation?

Trey nodded in Eric’s direction. “I think he needs to be tortured some more.”

Her entire body jerked as she forced her attention away from wayward thoughts of Trey partying—naked—and shifted her attention to her prankster boyfriend currently tied to the bed. “I agree.”

“Um, Reb…” Eric said, his eyes wide.

Rebekah lifted a bottle of chocolate syrup from the nightstand and climbed on the bed to kneel next to him. She poured a line of chocolate from the center of Eric’s chest to his belly button.

“Oh, monsieur,” she said. “I’ve made a mess of you.”

She lowered her head to lick and suck the chocolate from his body while teasing his cock mercilessly with the feather duster. Eric twitched and groaned. When she was working at removing the syrup from between Eric’s washboard abs, Trey took the bottle from her hand and dotted a trail up Eric’s side.

“What are you doing, Mills?” Eric asked.

“Helping out a friend in need,” he said with a sly grin and dotted syrup on Eric’s left nipple.

Rebekah followed the chocolate trail, dropping a sucking kiss at each spot, and then licking to make sure she’d retrieved all the sticky syrup. She spent extra time at his nipple, flicking the ring there with her tongue, while Trey dripped a trail up the side of Eric’s throat to his lips and then down the other side of his chest.

“If you were a true friend, you’d put some of that on a more sensitive location,” Eric said.

“Sensitive?” Trey chuckled and walked to the end of the bed.

“Oh right. She’s supposed to be torturing you.”

He grabbed Eric’s ankle and got a kick in the stomach for his efforts.

“Not the feet!” Eric protested.

“Yeah, not the feet,” Rebekah agreed.

“And I said sensitive, not ticklish,” Eric said.

Trey squirted syrup over the base of Eric’s cock and completely drenched his balls. “Don’t say I never did anything for you, buddy,” Trey said and set the bottle on the nightstand. “Have fun. I’m all horny now. Better go find me a little tail of my own before the show.” Slipping a black T-shirt over his head, he let himself out of the room and closed the door.

Rebekah kissed and licked her way up Eric’s neck to his lips.

She kissed him leisurely. Deeply. When she drew away and looked into his eyes, he made a weird face. She chuckled. “What’s that look for?”

“That feels so weird.”

“What? Me kissing you?”

“No. The chocolate syrup dripping off my balls.” He wriggled his hips and winced.

“I suppose you’d like your maid to clean that up.”

“If she would, please.”

Rebekah kissed him again. “Are your arms getting tired?” she asked, moving her lips to the sexy cleft in his chin. His jaw now.

“You have a show tonight.”

“Not really.” He inched upward impatiently. She found chocolate on his collarbone and licked it off. “Baby, please.”

“You have chocolate all over your chest, monsieur.”

“Save that for later.”

“But monsieur…” Her tongue darted out to collect chocolate from his side.

“I am so going to get you back for this,” he said breathlessly.

“Are you going to make me get a hideous tattoo on my ass?”

“Yeah,” he said. “A tattoo of my face.”

She laughed. “Your face isn’t hideous, but why would you want it on my ass?”

“So even when I’m not around, you’ll still be sitting on my face.”

He flicked his tongue at her suggestively.

She rolled her eyes.

His teasing grin faded, and he squirmed uncomfortably. “Please, Rebekah. I can’t stand that sticky, drippy feeling down there.”

“You are not satisfied with my work, monsieur?” she said, trying to look horrified as she licked his belly. “You know I only desire to please you.”

“I’d like you to work on your priorities a little.”

“Clean the parts with the most syrup first?”

“Exactly.”


She moved to the end of the bed and slid up between his legs.

With her tongue, she traced the chocolate-coated crease between his balls and then sucked at his scrotum, slowly removing the traces of syrup one square inch at a time.

Between his curses and moans, he started to beg. “Reb. Reb. I need to come. Please.”

“I’m working here,” she said and sucked one nut into her mouth.

“Ahhh.” He banged his head against the headboard and lifted his hips off the bed. “Reb. Reb.”

She released his flesh from her mouth. She kind of liked this torturing stuff. “Shhh. One more to go.”

She scratched her nails over his belly and hips gently as she methodically sucked chocolate from his other nut. He gyrated his hips with her motions. Damn, she wanted to climb on that straining cock, bury it deep, and gyrate with him. But driving him insane was so much fun. She lifted her head and licked the syrup from the base of his cock.

“Clean now?” he asked breathlessly.

“I’m not sure. Better check it one more time. I want to do a thorough job.”

She licked his balls with the flat of her tongue, going over the skin several times. There wasn’t a trace of chocolate anywhere, but she so enjoyed making him jerk and twitch and shudder.

“You’re killing me, baby,” he groaned.

“I think you’ll live.” She discreetly peeled her panties off and kicked them aside. She moved up his body again, finding traces of chocolate on the side of his abdomen. She licked it off and moved a leg over his body so that she straddled his lower belly. Looking into his glazed eyes, she rubbed her dripping pussy against his abdomen.

“I’m so wet right now. Do you feel it?”

He jerked, pulling against the scarves.

She lifted her hips and shifted backward. She grabbed his cock and rubbed its head against her, coating it with her juices. “You didn’t answer me. Can you feel how wet you make me?”

He gritted his teeth and stared up at her, his expression twisted with a mixture of bliss and agony.

She slipped his cock an inch into her throbbing pussy. “Is it hot?”

He slammed his head against the headboard and whimpered.

She rubbed the back of his head with her free hand. “Careful. Did you hurt yourself?”

“Untie me,” he said in a low growl.

She ignored his request and plunged down on his cock, burying him deep in one thrust. His back arched, and he cried out. Wow, he was really turned on. She rode him slowly, watching him twitch in excitement. Lord, she loved him like this. She wondered if she could push him further.

She lifted her hips until his cock slipped from her body. He sucked a breath through his teeth.

“I want to fuck you so hard,” he growled.

“Oh yeah?”

He nodded vigorously.

She pushed the bodice of her dress down to reveal her breasts.

“Don’t you want to play with these a little first?”

She rubbed the curves of both breasts. She lifted them, pushed them together, and plucked at her nipples until they were hard. She then slid up his body and pressed one nipple into his mouth. He sucked. Hard. Pleasure coursed through her overexcited body. She clung to Eric’s hair and crooned.