He chuckles. “I am the enforcer. I like torture, what can I say?”
Breezy and Titsy are leaning against the door to his room. Mace unlocks it and stands aside to let the three of us precede him in, then he picks up a bag by the side of the bed and empties the contents on the comforter. He throws down a handful of condoms for good measure.
I swear both girls eyes brighten as they see the goodies he’s bought, picking up the fur-lined cuffs and toying with them in their hands, until Titsy picks up the ginger.
“Uh-uh,” she says, shaking her head and inching away. “I am not into figging.” She looks hopefully toward Mace. “Unless this is for you?” She turns to me. “Or you?”
“Nah, sweetheart. All for you. Now, shall we start?” He looks my way and winks. I’m happy for him to lead this show. Mace knows what he’s doing and I’m just here to watch, to learn, oh, and to enjoy. From the girl’s reaction they’re not so sure the pleasure will be theirs tonight.
Did I say Mace is evil and I may have a bit of that streak myself? Hell yeah.
Nodding toward me and then the second pair, Mace takes the nearest set of handcuffs and soon Breezy is restrained to the convenient rails of the headboard on his bed. I’m less than a moment behind him having Titsy imprisoned too. Again I copy him as he takes a couple of pillows and as he tucks them under Breezy’s stomach, I do the same to Titsy. Soon the girls are face down with asses up, and we soon have their shorts and panties torn off. Next it’s the spreader bars which we attach to their ankles and then fasten to the foot of the bed.
They might be protesting, but their wide-open pussies are glistening with anticipation.
Mace then starts to prepare the ginger. Both girls turn their heads toward him and watch with wide-open eyes as he pares down each root so that it forms a four inch finger. He digs a small channel out near the base to form a ring that makes them look like butt plugs.
I’ve never played with ginger before. I can imagine the effects, but have never witnessed it. Something tells me I’m going to enjoy this.
Mace wets the ginger thoroughly with cold water from the bathroom sink.
“No lube?”
“No,” he replies to me. “Lube is oily and will block the effect.” With an evil chuckle he adds, “And we want them to get the most from the experience, don’t we?”
The girls both continue protesting as he and I approach. I’ve played with butt plugs before, so treat this the same. With my fingers, I carefully expose Titsy’s rosebud, then, to her objections, start pushing my finger of ginger in. When she clenches, I slap her ass, and she relents.
She sighs a little when it’s seated.
“There, that’s not too bad, is it?” asks Mace with a knowing wink in my direction. “Liz, come wash your hands. You do not want ginger in your eyes.”
Heaven forbid. I follow him and stand by his side at the sink. “How long?” I ask him quietly.
“Not long at all.”
“Oooh. Ow. Oh, take it out.” Breezy’s voice starts sounding from behind me.
“Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow!” shouts Titsy.
Mace is chuckling. “There we go.” He walks back into the bedroom and slaps Breezy’s ass.
“Ow! Asshole! Motherfucker!” She screeches as she automatically clenches her butt cheeks then releases them when it tightens her anus on that ginger.
Of course, I have to try the same thing. At Titsy’s loud protest, I begin to hope brothers in the adjacent rooms have ear plugs.
Both girls now start to writhe. “Fuck me, for fuck’s sake,” yells Breezy.
“There we go,” says Mace. “Makes them feel fuckin’ horny. You ready to oblige, Brother?”
Too right I am. Jeans and boots are quickly off and condoms are on.
My cock must increase the sensations. Titsy’s, well, I’m not quite sure whether she’s trying to get me off, or trying to dislodge the ginger, but she’s soon clamping around my cock, coming and coming. I hold off, thinking of everything but the pressure on my dick, practiced at prolonging this.
I hammer and thrust using my hands to push her buttocks together or slap her, making her jump. She’s pushing back against me, coming and then again, until her orgasms are almost continuous. Seems the ginger is really doing its stuff. I’m determined not to blow my load before Mace, but I can’t hold off. The way Titsy’s using my cock is just too much, and that final squeeze… well, I’m a goner.
I’m pleased to see Mace isn’t far behind me.
Both girls have now collapsed onto the bed, both groaning and sated, but no longer complaining.
“It’s worn off,” Mace tells me, grinning.
Well, that was an experience. We get the girls untied and unfigged, then turn them over. My cock is ready for another round, and Titsy’s still got more in her.
“You want my ass?” she says, impudently.
I growl against her ear. “Not fuckin’ likely.” I don’t want to burn and risk my dick falling off.
In the end, I come three times before the girls shuffle unsteadily out of Mace’s room. Picking up my jeans, boots and cut, I follow them out, closing the door behind me, unconcerned my dick’s swinging free as I walk to my room. I shower, go to bed and fall into a dreamless sleep.
Exhausted, I’m lost to the world, only woken when my phone pings the chimes of the morning alarm. I shut it down, roll onto my back and again close my eyes.
My lips move as I mouth, I’m Lizard, otherwise known as Norton James. I ride with the Satan’s Devils MC and have done for the past ten years. I’m thirty-eight years old, and my birthday is… my birthday is the tenth of January. The current President of the United States is… well, who can forget that name? I’m a tattoo artist and I run Devil’s Ink on behalf of my brothers. I’ve no ties, no family and that’s the way I intend to stay.
Today is going to be a good day.
Chapter Three
Vanna
“Hey, bitch, what’s up?” Lindy opens her door with her normal greeting, then her face falls when she catches sight of my reddened swollen eyes and blotchy complexion. “Wine. And chocolate. Or vodka. Does this call for the strong shit?”
And this is exactly why she’s my best friend. As she steps back, I take her unspoken invitation and walk forward into her apartment.
“I take it he’s being an ass again?”
“Oh, Lindy.” Shaking my head, I try to get out the words. “It’s worse.”
“Okay. So he’s progressed from ass to asshole. Come on. I’ll get the shot glasses.”
“Coffee,” I correct. “I can’t afford to…”
Another look at me, then she tugs at my hand. “Come on, sit down. Tell Auntie Lindy everything.”
As I take a seat on her comfortable sofa after kicking off my shoes, I hear her filling a kettle, then cupboards opening and shutting. Soon she’s approaching me with a tin of candy in her hands.
“English chocolate. The best kind,” she announces. “An English friend of mine sent them.”
“You know I love your friend, right?”
“I do. And I’ve told her.” She laughs and pushes the bar of milk chocolate toward me, knowing that’s my favourite.