Sydney's Dogs Ch. 04

"Sounds lonely," Talon murmured. No wonder she threw herself into what little work she had.

"It wasn't until about two years ago, when Brenna moved away. When it was just me and her, we did alright," she sighed wistfully. "Now she's got a husband, an organic beef ranch, and a baby due any day now."

"At least you have us," he said softly. He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He leaned his head close to hers so he could smell her hair.

She laughed and leaned back into his embrace. "Yeah, I do. It's kinda weird, but so far I can't complain."

"I remember you complaining quite a bit," he teased. "Something about me being too sexy and too submissive."

"Oh yeah. I remember now," she smiled. "Silly me. What was I thinking?"

"Do you approve of me now?" he asked as one hand pushed her hair aside so he could kiss her neck.

"No, I do not!" she cried, turning in his arms to glare at him. "You want me to have my wicked way with you right here on the pool table—with Brandt right outside!"

"He's occupied with that beast of his," he reminded her softly. "And I've missed you...mistress."

She pursed her lips and scowled at him. "Why do you insist?"

"Because I am what I am," he replied simply.

"Sometimes I just want to throttle you!" she exclaimed as she reached up and encircled his neck with long, slender fingers. He gulped with excitement, his adam's apple bobbing against her thumbs.

"If it would make you happy," he whispered.

Sydney released her grip to slide her hands over his shoulders and down his arms. "Go get the ropes," she ordered softly.

Talon's heart skipped a beat and then started pounding. "Yes, mistress," he replied and almost ran out of the basement.

She took a moment before leaving the basement herself, but instead of going to her room, she went to the kitchen. Zaide had just finished cleaning up and was hanging up his dishtowel when she came in.

"I need ice," she said.

"No problem," Zaide replied, grabbing a Ziploc baggy from a drawer and then holding it open under the automatic ice dispenser in her fridge. "Any particular reason?"

"Talon!" she huffed.

"Oh."

"Would you like to help me torment him?" she offered.

"I would be delighted," he accepted with a wicked smile, hefting the bag of ice.

"Just give me a minute." She went to the window to check on Brandt again. He had abandoned the half-finished dog house and was playing catch-and-chase with Lucy; he would toss the toy, she would catch it, and then he would chase her down to wrestle it out of her jaws. He seemed quite content to roughhouse with Lucy for the rest of the day. She went back to Zaide. "Ok, I think Brandt will be fine. Good thing there's a lock on the basement door too."

Just then Talon came down from his room carrying several lengths of rope and the book on bondage knots. Sydney calmly led the way downstairs, both men following her without a word. She paused long enough to lock the basement door, just as a precaution against Brandt getting curious and walking in on them by accident.

Then she turned back to them and with a mischievous glint in her eye, ordered, "Talon, go sit on the pool table."

With a shiver of delightful trepidation, Talon obeyed. He sat on the end, his legs hanging over the edge. Sydney took one of the lengths of rope and tied one end snugly around his left ankle. Then she looped the rope behind the two legs of the pool table and tied the other end of the rope to his right ankle, so that his legs were held apart, but he could move them a little bit for comfort.

Then she stood between his legs, grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him close for a burning kiss. Her teeth nibbled on his lower lip. Her tongue flicked over his, teasing him into a hot, sensuous duel. Then she broke the kiss and with one finger pushed him back until he was lying flat on the pool table, calves still dangling off the end of the table. Then she took another length of rope and bound his left wrist. She passed the other end to Zaide, who obligingly ducked under the table to hand her the rope on the other side, where she securely tied Talons right wrist.

"Comfy?" she asked sweetly.

Talon tested his bonds and nodded. Sydney returned to stand between his legs. She pushed up his t-shirt to his armpits to expose his washboard stomach. Then she unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans, and tugged everything down, letting his throbing erection spring free.

"Zaide, an ice cube please," she held out her hand. Zaide passed her one of the cubes from his bag. Sydney used the sharp edge to lazily draw chilling, twisting patterns on Talon's body. She traced every ab, every rib, and finally spent time circling and then crossing each nipple with ice. She left the cube to melt sitting in the hollow of his sternum and held her hand out for another one, which Zaide quickly supplied.

She used this ice cube to outline his hips, doodling zigzags over his love-handles. She swirled the ice cube through his silky black pubic hair and around the base of his cock—without actually touching it. Then she left the second ice cube to melt into his belly button. She took a handful of ice cubes and arranged them in a circle on his chest and abdomen, letting them melt and the tiny rivulets of cold water streaking down his sides to darken the groomed green surface of the pool table.

By this point, Talon was almost shivering with contradictory feelings. His skin was icy, his blood was burning with desire. He wanted to beg his mistress for some sort of satisfaction, but at the same time he was enjoying the sweet torture.

Then she just walked away. Literally. She left him tied to the pool table and went over to stand by the plush couch—too far away to do anything but watch her.

"Zaide, come here," she ordered in a sultry voice. "Undress me."

Zaide obliged, crowing her close. His body was also inflamed by watching her work on Talon. He slipped his hands under her t-shirt, caressing her soft skin as he worked the jersey fabric over her head. Then he unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down her hips. She kicked them off along with her shoes. Then she turned her back to Zaide. He unhooked her bra and let the straps slide down her arms. She tossed it to one side. Then he knelt behind her to slowly slide off her lacy green panties, his fingers pressing the lace down the entire length of her legs. When his hands reached her ankles and the panties reached the floor, she stepped out of them. Finally completely naked, Sydney sprawled on the couch, opening her legs wide. She crooked a finger, becoming Zaide closer.

She looked so confidant and sexy that it was impossible to resist her, even if he wanted to, which he certainly did not. He crawled towards her and knelt between her legs. Without any more prompting, he leaned forward and licked her folds, swollen with arousal. He was rewarded by a hot rush of her creamy taste.

She looked up at Talon. He was watching her and Zaide with hungry eyes. His erection stood as straight and hard as a stone pillar. She discovered that she was perversely delighted with the torment of making him watch while he was unable to even achieve the smallest friction. And with the ice cubes melting on his hot body—he must be going crazy right now. One of her hands caressed the back of Zaide's head, encouraging him. Zaide plunged his tongue deep into her and she moaned with delight.

Zaide's tongue always felt spectacular. It was soft, yet it had definite form as it stroked her, invaded her, and curled inside her to delight undiscovered pressure points. His breath was hot against her clitoris, his lips meeting hers with very enjoyable results. His tongue toyed with every crease, every inch of flushed flesh. She moaned with pleasure, her fingernails biting into the couch as she arched her back with the surging orgasm. She wanted to savor every sensation, and yet she feared if she indulged too long, it would send her over the crest of insanity.

"That's enough," she whispered, her whole body tingling from the orgasm.

Reluctantly, he moved his mouth away from her, licking his lips and savoring the last of her juices.

"I'm sure you're uncomfortable in those jeans," she murmured, her eyes wandering down to the tight crotch of his pants. "Why don't you slip into something more comfortable?" she trailed one hand down her body to finger herself provocatively.

Zaide smiled wolfishly and quickly stripped his pants and shirt off. Sydney, grinning wickedly in anticipation, pushed herself up from the couch to push Zaide into the seat she had just left. With a knee on either side of his thighs, she slowly lowered herself onto his iron-hard member. She hummed with delight as he filled her insides, her own hot juices coating him as he speared her deep secret places. He gently gripped her hips as pleasure washed over him.

When she had finally engulfed him to the hilt and he could think above the buzz of pleasure in his body, he lowered his head to take one perky nipple in his mouth. She rose up to meet his marauding lips and tongue. He caught his breath as she began to ride him. Together they built a rhythm as her body stroked his, as he lavished attention on both of her beautiful, creamy breasts. One of her arms circled his shoulders to use as an anchor while the other wrapped around his head, keeping him close. It wasn't fast or hard, but slow and lazy. Carnal lust seemed to replace the air they breathed as pleasure built inside them until it blocked out every other sensation.

Sydney felt her orgasm approach like a giant wave, swelling as it crashed over her. A tsunami of sensation roared through her entire body and she cried out in ecstasy, her back arching, pushing her breasts closer to Zaide. He took a firmer grip on her hips and encouraged her to continue riding through the orgasm. His breath rushed out of him as he felt her insides ripple and convulse around him, pulling and squeezing him until finally he erupted inside her. He threw his head back with a grunt, his hips straining to burry himself deeper still as he fired over and over, filling her deepest darkest crevices with his seed.

Sydney leaned down and kissed him, her tongue flickering into his mouth to draw his tongue into hers. She wanted to show her appreciation in the kiss, and Zaide kissed right back with just as much adore.

"That was nice," she whispered.

"Mmm-hmm," he agreed, kissing a path along her jawline to nibble at her ear.

"Talon," she called. "Would you like a little sugar?"

"Yes, mistress," he replied, his voice husky with desire. Watching her scream and writhe on another man had sparked his competitive nature. He wanted to give her more pleasure than Zaide. He wanted her to use him until she couldn't move from post-orgasmic exhaustion. He didn't care if she drained every drop of fluid from his body, so long as she was completely satisfied.

She stood between his legs again and wrapped her fingers around his ridged length. He groaned softly as pleasure radiated from her touch. She stroked him a few times, just enough to coax a pearl of pre-cum to the tip. Her tongue flicked out to taste it and his heart skipped a beat. Then she climbed onto the pool table, letting his member slowly trace her curves from her throat down between the valley of her breasts and across her flat stomach. Sydney straddled his thighs, letting his member rest against her stomach and pelvis.

"Do you really like pleasing me?" she asked softly, seductively.

"More than anything else," he affirmed.

She used one palm to gently press his erection into her skin, and rub it back and forth, up and down. She could feel the combination of her fluids and Zaide's semen dripping from her. She wondered for a moment if she'd ever get the stains out of the pool table's velvet or if she'd have to replace the whole thing.

Then she reached for a length of rope that was lying, unused, on the side of the pool table. With a crafty smirk, she looped it around his head and through his mouth, so that it was like a gag and reins. Then, she rose up on her knees and quickly turned around. Repositioning herself so that her juicy core was just above his eager rod, she looked over his shoulder to watch his face as she impaled herself upon him. His eyes widened and his mouth gaped like a goldfish's as her hot, slippery sheath encased him. Since she was so slick, he slid in easily, but with shocking pleasure.

Sydney looked over at Zaide who was still sitting on the couch, enjoying the show. She flashed him a smile as she adjusted herself on top of Talon. She brought her legs together between Talon's and used the lip of the pool table to give her additional leverage, forcing him deep into her. Talon groaned even as he pushed up into her, knowing he was touching places inside of her no other man had explored.

She started to move forwards and backwards, each time grinding her pelvis into his so that she cried out with how far he reached inside her. There were moments where she thought he must be right behind her bellybutton. She kept a tight grip on the makeshift reigns as she rode.

Talon strained against his bonds to please his mistress. It didn't matter to him that she was already filled with Zaide's seed, that their combined fluids were coating his sac, saturating his pubic hair. He bit down hard on the rope in his mouth and tried to relax his neck as she pulled on the ropes while she moved. He couldn't form any coherent words, but neither did the gag stifle his grunts of exertion.

Sydney couldn't maintain a steady rhythm now, as her already sensitive insides were alive with what felt like massive bolts of static electricity. Her whole body could have been a plasma ball, with the point of friction between her and Talon being the center electrode where all the arcs of pleasure originated. She jerked and cried out as her insides contracted and spasmed around Talon. Unfortunately for her, the position that she had gotten herself in made it far easier to ride out the rolling orgasm than to dismount and find relief.

With a convulsion of pleasure, she pushed her head against her knees to muffle her moan as she gripped Talon's legs to keep from falling off the pool table. Immediately, Zaide was up and in front of her, ready to catch her. Talon strained and burst inside her. His whole body shivered violently as he emptied himself deep inside her. She groaned again as his firing sent tiny micro-gasms through her whole body like bright sparks.

When she regained enough control over her extremities, Zaide helped Sydney dismount, holding her up while she found her feet and put all her concentration into standing up.

"Crap. Now I gotta take a shower," she mumbled.

"We all do," Zaide agreed.

"Would you guys mind if..." she swayed for a moment, but Zaide was a rock for her to lean against until she balanced again. "...If I ran upstairs to take a bath and left you two to...clean up here?"

Talon, still gagged, nodded.

"That would be fine, Miss Sydney," Zaide translated.

"K...see you guys...later," she said as she fumbled for her clothes. She managed to put her jeans and shirt on without undergarments and with only a little help from Zaide. Then she stumbled upstairs barefoot.

After she left, Zaide set about untying Talon. Talon rubbed his wrists and ankles as regular blood-flow was established. Then he took off his shirt and used it to clean the mess of combined fluids from his lower body and thighs.

"I don't think we'll be rivals," he said, still a little out of breath.

"You're right," agreed Zaide. "She's not the sort to play favorites, or enjoy watching us squabble over her attentions. She'll be happiest if we work together for her pleasure, and she will reward us for it. I, for one, am looking forward to all the rewards."

"Me too." Talon stood and clasped Zaide on the shoulder, partly as a gesture of comradely, partly to stay upright.

Sydney rushed upstairs as fast as her pleasure-numbed body could take her, embarrassed by her post-orgasmic state now that Brant was home. She was feeling a little calmer and steadier when she got to her room, so she opted for a shower instead of a bath. It was difficult cleaning between her legs, however, because even just a gentle trickle of water over her over-sensitized flesh sent fresh sensations shooting through her body.

Out of the shower and in the closet, she grabbed a comfortable pair of yoga pants and a matching workout tank. Her "cover" for changing clothes would be that she had decided to work out, which was true in its own way; she had certainly burned a lot of calories with that many orgasms.

She ran into Talon just as she was about to descend the last flight of stairs.

"Oh, hi," she said, a blush creeping up her face.

"Hi," he replied, a slightly rakish smile curling his perfectly formed lips.

Sydney's blush darkened as she realized that she still had no idea what to say to him. What did one say after such kinky sex? All the usual lines sounded trite in her head. Did she say thank you? Did she compliment him on a job well done? After only 4 days, she still felt exceedingly awkward when the hormones weren't flying around like crazed killer bees.

She was saved by the phone. She heard the ring of her cell phone in her purse down stairs and without looking back at Talon, ran to pick it up. She'd left her purse on the sofa in the living room and dived over the back of the sofa to reach her phone in time. The caller id reported that Brenna was on the other line.

"Hey, Bren, how's the baby?" Sydney asked right away, leaning against the sofa.

"Eight pounds, fourteen point six ounces and twenty one inches long!" Brenna replied excitedly.

"NO!" Sydney cried. "You were supposed to call me the moment you went into labor!"

"I didn't have time," Brenna defended herself. "This turned out to be one of those fantasy-labors and only lasted 3 hours! Good thing too, because it hurt like HELL! The midwife hardly got to my house in time to snip the umbilical."

"No way, that is so cool!" Sydney felt a new flush of exhilaration, this time joy for her best friend. "Boy or girl?"

"Boy. Tony wants to name him Jack, but I'm fighting for Dominic."

"When are you accepting visitors?"

"Don't go out of your way-" Brenna started.

"Bren, I've been looking for an excuse to get out of here. I was going to head out to Hawaii or Bora Bora if Jr. didn't make an appearance soon. So we'll be on the next plane to Colorado—as long as the doctor has cleared you for visitors," Sydney insisted.

"We?" Brenna repeated. "Who is this 'we' you mentioned?"

"Oh...um..." Crap.

"Did you get another boyfriend so quickly?" Brenna pressed. "Or have I been replaced, finally?"

"No, um...You know that attendant service I mentioned last week? I sorta...hired two...and a...trainee..." she fumbled, trying to come up with something that wasn't a bald-faced lie but was still convincing and not shocking. She should have known better. Brenna saw through her impromptu cover up instantly.

"Uh huh," she replied, those two syllables dripping with sarcasm. "Well, whenever the four of you can make it, I'd love to see you all."

"Ok," Sydney squeaked.

After saying goodbye, she rushed from the living room to her office and started looking for tickets. As she browsed the deals, she wondered at how easily she thought of the three almost-strangers in her home as family. She considered leaving one or two of them behind, but there was no way to sentence any of them to a week or more of loneliness. Certainly not Brandt. And Zaide would probably be the most helpful with his fabulous cooking. And Talon was always wonderful at taking care of the details.

There was nothing for it. Time to go tell the others.

Talon and Zaide were already in the kitchen, each with a large glass of water to replace the fluids they had recently lost. They both smiled at her as she went to the back door and called Brandt and Lucy inside.