He slid off me and onto the floor, his cock dragged across me, catching on my clothes then twanging back. I lay on the coffee table trying to figure out how to untie myself and ward off blows at the same time. She stood over him berating but something was weird.

My adrenaline was still pumping but I moved slowly, quietly, maybe I could just disappear and they would forget I was ever there? Yeah…right. I pushed myself into a sitting position and my butt squeaked on the glass. Everything went silent. They both turned and looked at me.

“’Scuse me.”

She smiled, but it was a little like looking a hungry snake in the face right before she takes an entire mouse down her gullet. I got the feeling I was the mouse. She extended her hand in a limp shake. I tried not to cringe but I failed miserably.

“I’m sorry, we haven’t been properly introduced. My name is Isabel, Isabel Spencer.”

My eyes flicked to her other hand to check for blunt objects then to him. He was still on the floor, kneeling and stroking his dick. I reluctantly shook Isabel’s icy hand and mumbled a wary hello. When I tried to pull away she gripped me hard.

“I say when here, darling. Not you.”

She ground the bones in my hand until I cried out then smiled sweetly and released me. I shook my head and, mumbling, started working on the bindings on my legs.

“No. Don’t touch.”

Her hand shot out and cupped my chin, squeezing my cheeks until I looked like a hungry goldfish.

“Down, girl.”

She pushed me back on the table, her hand pressing hard on my chest then slipping inside my bra to pinch my nipple. She tugged and I arched my back, starting to sit back up. She released me, hiked her skirt up and sat on me. My arms were squeezed between her thighs and I felt her stilettos dig into my thighs when I squirmed. She stared into my eyes and tugged my blouse farther down my shoulders. She snapped each bra strap as she tugged them down.

“I say when, not you, not him. Now… he gets to watch.”

I heard him laugh but I could only see his arm flexing. It froze in mid-stroke when she glanced over her shoulder.

“Bring me the toy, darling.”

He crawled to the sofa. Picked up the vibrator. Disappeared behind her. I felt my body shake. She pinched my nipples, twisting them and tugging. I heard the buzz and tried to sit up again, pull free my arms.

“It’s not for you this time. Behave. I need to catch up.”

He grazed me as he slid the vibrator between us and it made me jump. Just hearing it run made my clit throb. I could feel the vibrations tickling my belly through the skirt as she sank onto its head. Her mouth opened and she sighed, tugged my nipples then stated rolling her hips. Her eyes were half-lidded for a moment then closed as she searched for the exact spot. I watched her. I liked watching her. I pumped my hips to see what she would do. Her eyes flew open and caught mine. She licked her lips and squeezed my arms with her thighs then tugged my nipples hard enough to make me cry out before sliding her knees wider and pushing against the vibrator. She started panting and jerking her hips. I yanked my arms free and grabbed her thighs, pulling her tight against me. She could rock but not pull away. Her hands slapped the glass of the table by my ears as she rode the head.

“Fuck it. I want to see you. I want to watch you cum.”

She squeezed her eyes shut and froze for a moment. I could feel her thighs twitch. Then she started exhaling, a short burst, a shaky inhale, repeat. Her entire body started to shake. I pulled her tight and rocked against her. She tucked her head and whimpered. It got louder and louder until she finally shouted “Fuck” and tried to pull away. She braced her hands and tried to push away from the machine but I dug my nails into her thighs. Her composure was gone. She pounded the table, shook her head, rolled her eyes back and cursed at me. I got the feeling I would pay for it later but just then the price didn’t seem that high.