Stephen looked up at the umbrella covering him and sighed. If nothing else he would return to frigid New England with one hell of a tan….at least on his front half. He had passed the day adding more twist and torments to the retribution the two would one day feel. Bound, gagged, and stuffed was not going to be torture enough. His mouth formed a wicked grin at the next evil image that popped into his drifting mind. Yes, the two would pay.  

He suddenly focused on the warm scent of coconut skin. Crimson had delighted in teasing him hourly with a full-body sunscreen application. He was beginning to have a Pavlovian reaction to the scent of coconut, only it wasn’t his mouth that watered.  

Crimson leaned over him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She nuzzled along his collarbone, before resting her cheek against his. “Dinner is almost ready, Stephen-dear,” she whispered sweetly. “Do you want to come inside and join us? Don’t worry, I cooked.” 

“Why don’t you tell me what it is I’m going to do, Crimson?” Stephen toned dryly. “After all isn’t what this is all about. Bending the Dom to your will?” 

“Oh Stephen,” Crimson sighed. She stood and ran her fingers through his dark hair. She straddled his torso, pulling her long legs up and tucking them around his chest. “The power struggle is between you and G. I’m just here for the benefits,” she laughed. 

“And you, pet, will share in the pain when this is done.” Stephen said quietly as his blue eyes bore into her hazel depths. 

She bit her bottom lip as she broke his gaze, staring instead at the firm line of his mouth.  Her mouth covered his softly, before trailing down his neck. “Hhmmm, maybe that’s why I want the pleasure so much more. I’ll worry about being pinned in the corner and read the riot act later” she breathed as she left wet whorls along his throat, ear, and collarbone. “But, I only want the pleasure, if the pleasure is shared.”  

He was suddenly fighting for air from the feeling of her soft hair brushing his chest, as her teeth and tongue danced fire down his neck, For a moment his body was no longer his own. He almost cried out to finish it, but before the words crossed his lips he caged the beast within. Instead he simply growled, “No!” 

With that she slid her legs down, planting her feet on the floor and stood over him. Reaching down to her hips, she untied the sides of her tiny red bikini, a mischievous grin lighting her face.  

“Why fight the inevitable, my dear,” she smiled as she slid her breast free, but left her top on. His eyes were focused on the pink buds when she lowered herself onto the very tip his solid length. She was gasping at the sensation a being teased along her outer gates while her nipples ran his chest.

“Resistance is futile, puppy. But don’t worry; as long as you’re bound we’re both restrained,” she moaned though nibbles on his earlobe. Her hand plunged into his dark hair, pulling him into a dizzying kiss. Her mouth explored and raped his. She desperately wanted him driving his cock into her in the same angry, forceful manner. Instead she teased the tip with a fast, shallow ride. 

Stephen pulled back from her mouth, gulping for air and trying to maintain his resolve. He could hardly focus his mind on anything other then the tight heat circling his head. Through his gasp he again growled the last thing she wanted to hear. “No!” 

Although she wanted him fully submerged in her, she was already at the brink of release. She moved slightly to slide her clit along the bound length of his shaft. The rough rope alternating with his smooth cock sent her spiraling. Her hand reached down to circle and pinch the engorged bud. She threw her head back as she moaned his name softly between pants.  

Stephen groaned, almost cumming himself, when he felt the slippery wetness of her orgasm drip onto his lower shaft and balls. As he looked into her sleepy, contented eyes, his customary calm broke momentarily. He bucked and pulled against the ropes in an attempt to break free and break her.  

Crimson laughed, “Why Stephen if I had known you would have made the ride that wild, I might have untied at least part of you.” With a contented giggle and purr she curled along his chest, nuzzling into him.  She smiled at the erratic drumming of his heart under her cheek, before sweetly kissing his heaving chest. 

“Crimson? Baby-girl? What are you doing? Are you having fun without me” broke the quiet reverie of the sleepy feline form on his chest. Gertrude stood over both of them smiling down at the sight of the wet and swollen Stephen. “Mmmm…it looks like you’ve given our pet some cream for his sunburn.”
“As much as I hate to interrupt you two, we need to feed him and then clean him up.  Help me get him to the table, Red.”  Walking behind Crimson, Gertrude delivered a swat to her backside.  “Don’t even think about pouting either.” 

Crimson pushed herself up and off of Stephen trying not to smile, but it was not working.   Walking behind him, Gertrude wrapped her arms around his neck.  Bending in close, she leaned into his ear.  “I am thrilled to see you didn’t cum yet baby.  I have plans for that later.” As he inhaled, the lights went out again. 

“I think we well have an easier time moving him if he can’t see where he is going.  I have his arms, you untie his ankles.”  Crimson untied one foot, then the next taking pleasure in lifting his foot by the rope and releasing it, watching it crash into the cushion. 

Stephen sighed, “You have GOT to be kidding me.” 

With a hard pull, Gertrude outstretched his arms.  “Swing your legs around and stand up.”  Crimson helped him stand.  “Just relax, and enjoy the ride.” 

Stephen inched his way forward.  Gertrude now delivered a stinging slap to his backside.  “Move it, baby!  Such tiny steps for such a big boy!  We both have you, and promise not to let you fall.” 

Crimson rocked on her toes and kissed his jaw, where his clinching was visible. 
Back inside the house, the two maneuvered Stephen to sit at the table where he was rebound to his chair. 

Crimson removed the blindfold and Stephen was greeted with the sight of a candle lit dinner.  Gertrude moved in front of him straddling his lap, tipping a taper dripping hot wax down his chest.  “Just wondering how we were going to get through dinner.”  Moving the candle lower, she tilted it again to let the wax drip down the base of his cock onto his balls.  “I could give you a hand back to eat with, or not.” 

Crimson grabbed a candle of her own and drew a line of wax across the back of his shoulders.  Grabbing a handful of hair, she yanked his head back.     
“Do behave, now.”  Delivering one more kiss on his forehead, she released him. 

Gertrude untied his left hand and removed herself from his lap.  “Dig in, baby.  I am sure you are hungry.  I hope you like it spicy. Crimson made Thai food.” 

“Baby-girl, come help me clear the way to the shower while he eats.  The hose is not going to work since we had our little fun with the wax.  We will have to scrub him down ourselves.”   The two women shared a wicked grin.

Returning, the ladies joined Stephen at the table and the three ate together.  The energy could be felt in the room.  There were not many words spoken.  They were understood with glances.  Forks clanked on the china and drinks were sipped. 

Gertrude set her glass down and reached over the table taking Crimson’s hand.  “MMMMMMM baby…I am ready to play.  I know exactly where I want him when he is clean.” 

Stephen continued to eat his dinner.

Crimson’s eyes narrowed as she smiled.  “Then let’s get moving.”  Pushing away from the table together, the women moved to either side of Stephen.  Gertrude straddled him and wrapped her hand around his throat, nails digging in just enough to leave marks. 

“Come over here, baby.  Take his other hand and bind it to the chair for me.  I am not moving my hand until he is bound again.”  Looking Stephen square in the eyes again, Gertrude squeezed his throat and kissed him on the lips softly.   

Crimson stood, placing her hands on her hips smiling.  “Finished.  Ready to roll?”   

“That is exactly what we are going to do.”  Gertrude released Stephen’s neck and moved off of him.  She walked behind him and unlocked the wheels from the high backed office chair she had placed at the dinner table.   With a quick spin, he was facing her.  

“The good news is that you will not be wearing a collar and leash this evening.  The bad news is that you will not be leaving this chair for your shower” Gertrude smiled. 

Crimson began rolling him towards the master bath.  “You can’t possibly think you will be getting me into the tub this way” Stephen spat.   

As they rolled, Gertrude forms a smile.  “No baby.  We have no intentions of that.”  The smile turning into laughter as Stephen was rolled around the final corner revealing the massive walk in shower.  Gertrude skipped ahead and flipped on the hot water, squealing as it began cascading out of 6 different spouts.  Crimson’s shirt had already hit the ground.   

Joining her, Gertrude undressed and the two rolled Stephen, chair and all into the shower and under the raining water.  “This is going to be so much fun getting all that wax off you” Gertrude purred into his ear, biting the lobe then sucking it into her mouth.  Crimson grabbed a sponge and began soaping and scrubbing the tops of his shoulders.  “Is it coming off?”  Gertrude looked over him.  “It is” Crimson smiled.   

The two redheads took turns soaping each other up in between working on Stephen.  “I am sorry, baby” Gertrude spoke directly at Stephen running her soapy hands down Crimson’s chest, pausing to play with her nipples in front of him.  “You know I can’t help it.” 

Stephen could not control his obvious arousal.  “You can fight it all you want with your head, sugar… but your cock is telling me you are happy”   Gertrude smiled again.   

Crimson smiled and began soaping up his front, taking a particularly long time removing all the wax from his balls.    Stephen could be seen flexing his muscles as she worked on him.  “Does that tickle?”  Crimson asked, her voice dripping in sarcasm.     

After washing his hair and brushing his teeth, the two took pleasure in rubbing Stephen dry with thick towels. Stephen moaned slightly watching the bending felines apply lotion to themselves and each other.  

Gertrude smiled when she came around to brush his hair, laughing at the dripping chair. “Looks like we have to move you again, baby…dry off your back before we get you wet again.” 

Gertrude rolled Stephen in the chair out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.  “Crimson, would you lie a dry towel down on the bed please?  I am sure we didn’t quite get all the spots dry.” 

“Now, to get you into the bed is going to take a bit of help on your part, Stephen.  I am sure you will appreciate nice sheets on a comfy king bed after being outside all day.  I expect some cooperation from you getting you resituated.” 

Stephen lifted his head and opened his eyes.  “Fine, princess.  Just get me into the bed so we are one step closer to having this nightmare of a weekend over.” 

Gasping, Gertrude began to untie his ankles.  “Now, now…… we are not even close to being finished having fun with you.  You have to know that” Crimson laughed in support. 

“Yes, I am aware” Stephen replied dryly as Gertrude continued to work untying him.

Stephen must have been fatigued, he did not put up the struggle the women had anticipated getting him out of the chair.  “See baby?” Gertrude purred, “It is better for us to hurt you to bring pleasure.  Thank you for your cooperation.”   Had her head not been bent over the bed securing his ankle to the frame, she would have caught him rolling his eyes. 

“Thanks for the assist, baby.” Gertrude took the rope out of Crimson’s hand feeling the heat build again touching her skin.  Crawling over Stephen to get to his other wrist, she made sure to torture him with proximity, turning that arousal into a slow burn. 

Once she had him tied to the bed, G smiled at the spread eagle form underneath her. She wriggled her hips as she slid up Stephen’s chest to kiss the annoyed captive. She couldn’t help but growl at the hunger returned.

“You know what I’ve been wondering about, Stephen?” Gertrude sighed between kisses. “I wonder what it would be like to have you service me? HHmmmm?”

Gertrude broke from the kiss and moved forward, straddling Stephen’s face. Stephen licked his lips hungrily at the wet folds before him; there was no leashing the beast. Instead he lashed out, capturing her clit between his lips and sucked cruelly. Gertrude’s head fell back with a moan.

Crimson took this as her queue to join the fray. She slid up his legs and pulled Stephen deep into her throat, savoring the sweet taste of dew on the tip. 

His moans vibrated through Gertrude causing her to break from his mouth. Pulling his head back at the front of his scalp, she pinned him forcing their eyes to meet. “Do you submit, Stephen? Do you want this now? I want to hear you say it.” she asked with a wicked grin. 

The growling, “Yes,” was barely audible as he attacked her cunt again. The simple omission was enough to start Gertrude’s orgasm spiraling. Stephen lashed and sucked her clit harder, cruelly biting down to halt the pleasure and cause it to build anew. The Princess would learn that even tied, the beast was cruel and controlled. 

The control was broken when Crimson straddled him fully, sinking onto his cock. The tight heat holding him forced him to break from Gertrude’s lips in an attempt to find air. As Crimson began to circle and ride, he renewed his assault on Gertrude. He smiled as he felt the first waves of her orgasm running down his throat and looked up to see Crimson’s hands covering and pinching Gertrude’s breast.

Crimson’s pleasure wasn’t far behind her playmate’s. She picked the ride up to a fierce gallop, pushing Stephen harder. She felt him swell and fill as he grew closer to release. Crimson’s walls began to grip and convulse as she came with a loud cry. Almost simultaneously Stephen broke from Gertrude’s lips and growled out his own orgasm deep within the shuddering Crimson.

The three were frozen in time; panting from the shocking intensity. Crimson was the first to giggle as she slid from Stephen and leaned to kiss the parted lips of her redheaded gal, before leaning down to kiss the still gasping Stephen. “I like the beast, puppy,” she whispered with another kiss. 

Both girls slid to flank the tied and exhausted man. Stephen sighed and thought that there were worse things in the world then having a red-head curled around each arm, even if the arms were tied. He fought sleep for a moment, but for the second time that night submitted and fell into a deep, dreamless slumber.

Crimson leaned over Stephen in the bed and poked Gertrude.  “G……..are you asleep?”   

Gertrude opened one eye to focus on the beautiful redheaded.  “I was. What, baby” she replied perfectly content.   

“It’s a good thing sitting in the sun all day has wiped him out.” Crimson mused before turning back to Gertrude, “What’s next?  How do we get out of here?”   

Gertrude sat up and grabbed Crimson by the hand and dragged her out of bed.  Closing the door behind them, she smiled.  “I have an idea.  I was thinking about that myself earlier.  We need back up.” 

“Yes, I agree.  We can’t untie him while we are on this property…I don’t want to be any where near him when those ropes hit the floor,” Crimson drolled through a smile.  

“I have a plan.  Let me grab my cell.  You grab us a drink, and let’s go outside and I will fill you in out on the deck.” Gertrude whispered over her shoulder.  

“Sounds great…”  Crimson spun and made her way to the bar. 

“You know Wicked Lil Angel?”  Gertrude called into the house.  “She is our answer.” 

“Yes, we are friends”, Crimson called out.   

“Let me call her.  She is an hour away,” Gertrude stated.  “If I tell her we need her, she will come.  She is a good friend, and I trust her.” 

Crimson returned with the drinks, delivering a kiss along with them.  “I trust you.  That sounds perfect.  We are going to owe her more then just a couple of drinks for this”  
“No shit.” Gertrude smiled.  “Let me call her and give her directions.” 

By the time Gertrude hung up the phone, the two were wide awake.  They took turns coming inside from the balcony peeking in on the sleeping Stephen.   

“It is done.  She is on her way.  We need to be ready to bail” Gertrude stated anxiously to Crimson.  “I am serious, sugar.  We need to pack up the MINI and be ready to take off when she gets here.”   

“Not a problem”, Crimson replied, moving quickly to gather up her things around the living room.   

“Don’t worry about it, baby.  I have a cleaning crew coming in, and I am replacing that soaked office chair.  That was the best $ 79.99 I have ever blown!”

Crimson moved back towards the door, kissing her partner in crime.   

Leaning into her, Gertrude sighed.  “We have an hour.” 

“We need to move, I’ll start grabbing my things,” Crimson replied.   

The girls buzzed around the house, passing time, collecting belongings, and checking in on Stephen.   

“I am thinking we can pull this off!”  Gertrude shrieked.   “OMG, if we pull this off….” 

“We already have pulled it off,” Crimson giggled. “I am ready again”, Crimson purred into Gertrude’s ear.   

“I know baby, but we have to go while we can.” Gertrude looked softly at Crimson.   

The sight of headlights cutting through the darkness made both the girls inhale sharply.   “She is here….time to move.” Crimson called out.   

“Yes, got your purse baby?”  Gertrude walked out to meet Wicked on the stairs.   

“G!  What is going on??? I can’t believe you needed me here so quickly.  What is so important that it couldn’t wait until the morning?”  Wicked asked while climbing the stairs.   

“We have a situation here,” G explained.  “See, we kind of have Stephen tied up in the bedroom, and we have to leave.  We need just need your help to untie him after we are gone. I’ll owe you diner and a really good bottle of wine” 

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh NO!  Do not drag me into your games, sister” Wicked shouted after the girls, shaking her head.   
It was too late.  The two were already blowing kisses from car as she called out.   

“No doubt Stephen would be awake with all this noise.  Heh. Good for them,” Gertrude said out loud with a wave to Wicked.   “Byyyyeeee!”  

The girls half expected the car not to start like a scene from a bad horror movie.  The sound of the engine catching and coming to life brought a smile to them both.  Putting the MINI into gear, Crimson sped away, leaving a trail of dust and sand behind them.  

“Trust me, G.  That is the only way we could have left him.  Plus now, I have you all to myself.”  Crimson beamed.   

After a few miles, Gertrude squealed, “Pull over!” 

Hopping out of the idling car, Gertrude did a small dance to the blaring song on the radio.  Both danced and laughed in the headlights, kissing passionately. That passion broke again over the hood of the small car as the two finger-fucked their way to a shared and raging orgasm. They girls shared another smile while straighten their clothes and turning back to the dark and driving towards Houston. 

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