8. Steak And Cream 8

Xiaoman watches in surprise as Luo Fei closes his eyes and sucks Ben’s fingers, covered with the taste of her. He is making soft cooing sounds as he does it, hiccuping a little, the tears drying on his cheeks.

Ben’s other arm has wound itself around Xiaoman’s waist, holding her to him like a teddy bear. She doesn’t mind. She’s watching Luo Fei leaning forward in the chair, an expression of bliss on his face as he ministers to Ben’s fingers with obscene sounds that suggest far more intimate acts, but Xiaoman is not sure there could be anything more erotic than watching Ben’s shiny, wet fingers sliding in and out of Luo Fei’s plush, feminine lips.

She feels Ben’s cock swelling against her ass, and looks over at him. His gaze is transfixed on Luo Fei, dark and hungry. A wretched idea comes to Xiaoman, but she thinks it is perfect. It is what they need to see of her, it is what she needs them to know. It’s what she needs to see.

Her trousers still open, the curls of her pubic hair wet and glistening in the vee. With her shirt open and her bandeau skewed, she straightens up, turns more fully to Ben and says, “I think you should fuck him now.”

Luo Fei starts a hacking cough, pulling away from Ben’s fingers. “Xiaoman!”

“Isn’t that what you do?” She tries to feign innocence.

“Xiaoman!” Luo Fei complains again.

Ben, though, holds himself loosely, studying her. A small smile spreads across his face. “We can do that.” His arm snaps out, grabs Luo Fei’s shirt, and yanks him right out of the chair so that he is sprawled over their legs.

“Hey! Hey!” Luo Fei fusses as Ben lays his arm across Luo Fei’s back to hold him in place.

“Hush. You were so good, don’t you want your reward?” Ben croons. He looks down at Xiaoman. “Fetch me the basket in that cabinet.” The cabinet Ben points to is discrete and half-hidden behind the chairs. She scrambles out from Luo Fei’s legs — which are long and coltish, so it takes her a moment — and goes to the cabinet, pulling out a wide shallow basket filled with ropes.

Soft, flexible, brightly dyed ropes.

She stares at the contents before coming back to herself to set it down near Ben. Then she fixes her trousers. She sopping wet and still a little dazed from the best climax of her life but she’s already tired of her pants trying to fall off. Ben looks in the basket but she’s watching Luo Fei’s hips (and therefore, his cock) trying to find purchase against Ben’s thigh. Ben absently smacks his ass while still picking over the rope options, and Luo Fei squeals.

“Oh.” Xiaoman gasps, hand over her mouth.

Ben looks up at her sharply, and likes what he sees because his smile returns. “We can do that too.” He rubs one hand over over Luo Fei’s butt cheeks as he picks through the ropes. “This one.” He holds up a carefully wrapped blue rope. “Get down here and hold him so I can show you how it’s done.”

Luo Fei grumbles. “You are going too fast, this is—”

“We just punished you. Be quiet.” Ben smacks his ass again, hard and loud, and Luo Fei’s whole body convulses. Xiaoman feels heat rush through her, making her light headed.

“Xiaoman?” Ben asks softly, still holding the rope in the air, looking at her, smiling again as if he knows exactly what that reaction did to her. Maybe he does.

“Oh! Yes.” She gets down on her knees by Luo Fei’s side and pushes down on his upper back. He groans and tilts his head to one side, grimacing, his hands flat on the floor as if he is getting ready to push himself up, but he doesn’t.

“Good. Good,” Ben mumbles to himself. He grabs Luo Fei’s arms and wrenches them back as if arresting a common criminal, then lays his forearms together. It pulls on Luo Fei’s shoulders and he arches up, forehead coming to rest on the floor, but after a couple of breaths he relaxes into it. Ben hums happily as he unwinds the rope and then wraps up Luo Fei’s forearms, cocooning them in the soft, blue rope with a complex series of knots that, when he’s done, becomes elegant.

He is so focused on his task that when he’s finished he just sits there and looks at it for a while, running a finger over the what can only be called the decoration of it. He blinks, then looks at Xiaoman again and begins talking like a school teacher. “The trick is binding him completely but to keep it loose enough that it won’t hurt him, and so that he can move a little. But even so, this position isn’t meant to last for too long.”

He reaches under Luo Fei’s hips and undoes his trousers. Luo Fei moans a little, but when Xiaoman looks down at him, he is staring off into the distance.

“He likes this,” she says, surprised, gently touching the knotwork.

Ben yanks down Luo Fei’s trousers just enough to bare his ass. “Of course.” He looks just as surprised at her. “Why else would I do it?” He pats Luo Fei’s ass. The man is still stretched over Ben’s thigh, so his ass is lifted up in the air. “He won’t move anymore now. Why don’t you start?”

She’s sitting there on her heels, her slick dripping down her thighs and through her trousers, and her shirt still hanging open, with Luo Fei’s bare buttocks on carnal display in front of her. She thinks that she should be feeling shame at this depravity, but...she’s not. Ben is smiling encouragingly at her and Luo Fei is a picture of bliss and eros. She nods, realizing how excited she is about this, and smacks a hand down.

Luo Fei yelps, Ben laughs, and she does it again.

And again.

“Listen to him, look at him,” Ben says, tipping his head down to indicate Luo Fei. “Remember you are here for him, right now.”

She does, pulling back. Luo Fei’s breathing is a harsh sound, and he’s mumbling in between gasping breaths, but oddly — surprisingly — she can tell it is his pleasure speaking. There is some kind of electric energy running between them, she thinks, keying her into Luo Fei’s reactions and her own desires. He’s completely at her mercy, and that makes her want nothing more than to demand his pleasure, his release. It is hers to take.

She starts spanking him again.

Ben coaches her on speed and strength, explains the importance of setting up a rhythm, cautions against going too high or too low to more sensitive skin. Her hand heats up and she switches to the other one. Luo Fei has started groaning but it’s in pleasure, gasps of shock interspersed with heavy, wet sighs. When she pauses he tries to thrust his hips but Ben slams his hand down on his ass and Luo Fei howls, freezing up before collapsing completely.

Xiaoman’s breath is coming to her hard, and she feels overheated, seeing the way Luo Fei’s ass turns deep red under her hands. She keeps going as Ben rubs his hands over Luo Fei’s shoulders and thighs. Eventually, Luo Fei starts shaking and she softens the spanking, finally just resting a hand on the burning skin, the heat through her palms warming her soul. She did this, she thinks. He let her do it to him, he gave himself to her completely and she’s heady with the weight of it. She leans down to look closely at his face.

He’s crying again, but this time he looks completely out of it, his eyes glazed and his mouth barely parted as he talks. “Luo Fei?” She whispers. At the sound of her voice he focuses on her.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m—”

She puts a finger over his lips and he sobs then, eyes scrunching closed, his body wracked with his gasping breaths.

The next thing she knows, Ben pulls both her and Luo Fei into a his arms, shifting so he is sitting on the floor and not his heels. Luo Fei and Xiaoman are facing each other and he’s still sobbing, his tears rolling down her chest now. Ben’s long arms are tight around them, smashing them all together.

“Shhh. Shhhh, darling, we’re here. We love you. You were so good. So good.” Ben whispers the words into Luo Fei’s ear, his eyes closed but a peaceful look on his face.

And...and Xiaoman understands, in a way no one could have explained with mere words. There is catharsis here, between the three of them, a moment perhaps more intimate than sex. She pets Luo Fei’s hair with one hand and clutches at his waist with her other, secure in Ben’s hold. “I’m here, Luo Fei,” she says, and says again, as he shakes apart in their arms.

She’s not sure how long they stay there like that, but eventually Luo Fei goes limp and the tears stop. He rubs his face against her collar bone, then kisses her skin. Ben watches from a remove, then lowers his head.

“I want you,” he says, his voice low and husky and directed at Luo Fei.

“Yes. Yes,” Luo Fei says, mouthing at Xiaoman’s neck.

Ben tosses his head at the chair. “Xiaoman, please take off your clothes and get in the chair.” He’s so polite, it’s like he’s asking her to high tea.

But it says something about her, she thinks, that she doesn’t question it.