Free Jaxie's Menage by Jan Springer Page A

to the cross.
    “ Back against
the wood, please,” she instructed.
    He did as she
said and leaned his back against the cross. Like an expert, she
lashed Royce’s wrists and ankles to the wood planks, then she
turned to Ewan.
    “ Your
turn.”
    Ewan
hesitated. It wasn’t every day that he disrobed in front of a woman
he barely knew.
    “ It is what
you signed up for, my man,” Royce said in a teasing tone. “Didn’t
you read the small print on the membership contract when you
joined?”
    Rachel smiled
sweetly and nodded.
    “ Don’t worry.
You haven’t gotten anything that I haven’t already seen on another
gladiator,”
    Ewan rolled
his eyes, untied his sash, slipped off his robe and handed it to
Rachel. She swooped over and picked up Royce’s robe and placed both
on a nearby chair.
    Ewan stepped
up to the cross, placing his back to the boards just as Royce had
done.
    “ Nope, wrong
position. If you’ll move away and turn around, you’ll see a hole in
the board around your thigh juncture height. Stick your cock
through that hole, and I’ll do the rest.”
    Get out of
here .
    Royce whistled
softly as Ewan turned and inspected said hole. It was about three
inches in diameter. The wooden edges were planed smooth.
    “ No splinters,
I hope?” Royce teased as Ewan moved belly first against the
cross.
    Hell, he hoped
there weren’t any splinters. That would be a bit too painful for
him. Suddenly he imagined all the naughty things Ms. Princess Bride
could do to his shaft while it was sticking through that
hole.
    He inhaled
sharply as his shaft hardened to the point he could barely press it
into and then through the circle.
    “ Everything is
polished to perfection, so no worries on slivers. Unless, of
course, you enjoy acupuncture?”
    She pressed
her hand against the small of his back, forcing his belly closer to
the plank. A leather belt was quickly lashed around his waist. She
pulled it tight, pressing him against the wood.
    An erotic
tremor raced through him. He was a hostage of the cross and at the
mercy of the princess bride. She could do anything she wanted to
him.
    Rachel quickly
lashed his wrists and ankles and then she moved to the other side
of the cross and something warm and slippery slipped over his
penis. Her hands? Lube?
    Pleasure
shimmered through him as his cock reacted to the intimate touches.
She stroked and squeezed and pulled until he was breathing
heavily.
    His erection
throbbed and pulsed. He needed release.
    “ Do you want
to come?” she whispered softly.
    “ Yes,” he
groaned through gritted teeth.
    “ Not
yet.”
    Damn !
    “ Well, hell, I
thought we were the ones who were going to do the pleasuring,”
Royce grumbled as Rachel moved to him. The slurp of lube split the
air and Ewan’s cock hardened even more as he remembered how
intimately Rachel’s warm hands had just caressed his shaft with the
slippery substance. A couple of minutes later, Royce was
groaning.
    While Rachel
kept herself busy with Royce, Ewan took the opportunity to pull
against his restraints. He could barely move. The binds were
secure, but if he tried hard enough…
    The sound of
the door closing made him relax. A little.
    Rachel had
left.
    “ We may as
well sit back and enjoy our luck,” Royce said in a guttural
voice.
    “ Yeah,” Ewan
replied. Might as well look on the bright side. He would enjoy the
princess bride’s attention. But only for so long, because he had a
huge surprise in store for her.
    Something she
wouldn’t see coming.
    * * * *
*
    Jaxie searched
for Rachel everywhere. The woman had simply vanished. If she
couldn’t find Rachel, then who in the world was running her
club?
    Oh man, this
ménage she’d so carefully planned was going down faster than
Dorothy’s farmhouse in a tornado, she thought as she walked out of
the women's locker room with her robe pockets stuffed with condoms
and the key to the room she’d picked from the top hat.
    Damn Rachel
for screwing her