A/N: Was I completely fucking evil to leave the last chapter right there? You know it. In case you haven't figured it out, this is sort of my playful/short chapter fic. I love to leave this on cliffhangers, because it practically begs to be written that way.

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"Pet, would you like to watch Edward bring me pleasure?" she asked, sounding sexy and sensual.

My voice would certainly be muffled from the position I was in, but there was only one response to be given.

"Yes, Mistress."

BPOV

"Come over here, Pet. I want you to watch what I let Edward do to me. Undress me, Edward."

Several quick breaths filled and were expelled from my lungs before I moved. She was goading me; Mistress knew that I didn't like to share. She knew that I enjoyed when she was in charge and allowed others to touch and pleasure me, but the flame of jealousy fired strongest when she allowed them the same privilege with her body.

Standing to walk to them, I tried to let go of the emotions with each step I got closer. Jealousy would serve me no purpose. What was decided was final, and not within my control. As I sucked in one last, large breath before reaching the side of the table, I exhaled and felt myself become calmer and more clear-headed.

Mistress turned to Edward and he ran his hands up the front of her corset. Starting at the top, he slid each hook through the eye and her skin became slowly exposed. I bit the inside of my cheek to stop the breath from escaping in a moan. When he reached the last clasp, each side fell away and Edward held it in his hands; he knew better than to let her clothing simply fall to the floor, carelessly.

He walked away, presumably to the dresser to set the material down. When he was back in front of Mistress, he placed his hands at her waist, thumbs hooking down under the elastic of the waistband. He slipped the skirt from her body and repeated the trip to the dresser. I couldn't help my eyes from feasting on her mostly naked body, for however long I would be allowed to. I skimmed the slope of her breasts and then let my gaze fall to her taut stomach. She wasn't wearing panties and I knew if I let my eyes linger further, I'd be in trouble with my thoughts. She stood in her black heels and Edward came back a final time, removing each shoe with grace as he knelt before her. He never looked up to meet her eyes as a lover would, but kissed each foot before placing it on the floor, as she had trained us to do. When both shoes were off, he walked back in the direction of the closet, presumably to put them away.

Mistress adjusted to a comfortable position laying on the table. Her eyes met mine briefly and she smiled. Very rarely did we break protocol within this room, only once or twice in the beginning stages of playing together when we were still learning each other, so I knew this was just her silent reassurance and not a violation or removal from the moment.

Edward waited calmly at the end of the table. I couldn't really see him, just on the periphery of my vision, but I could tell he was there. Mistress bent her knees, keeping her feet flat against the table. She leaned one knee against my body, the other laying flat against the table, legs spread wide. My eyes darted nervously to her as her hand snaked between her legs. Her scent filled the air and I had to remind myself to take slow, even breaths. I wanted desperately to breathe as much of her in as I could in that moment, if I couldn't be the one touching, licking, and stroking her. I nearly trembled with the restraint it was taking.

"Edward," she said, seeming already slightly lost in her pleasure, which surprised me. "Do you want to touch me?"

"Yes, ma'am."

The desire was thick in his voice as well. My weight almost shifted involuntarily, my body begging me to somehow find a way to join both of them in the pleasure they were chasing. I focused my thoughts and eyes on Mistress' fingers. I watched as they slipped between her lips and stroked up and down casually. I wondered if she was hesitating to give herself time to figure out what she wanted next, or if she was simply lost in herself.

"Not this time," she practically whispered.

Now she was teasing us both. Edward seemed to be aching with the same need I was and I felt some camaraderie in that, at least. Mistress' other hand came up to her breast and she toyed with her nipple. My eyes were conflicted about which part of her body to pay the closest attention to, but as her lower hand took on a different motion, I couldn't move them away. The knee that had been resting against my body pressed harder and I saw her hips raise as she slid two fingers inside of herself.

A stifled moan came from her mouth and her eyes rolled back into her head. I licked my lips quickly, completely and entirely jealous of her hands as she worked to bring herself to orgasm. Somehow, it was easier to control myself if I focused on the beauty of her body and the way her orgasm affected her. I'd seen it countless times – her body tight with pleasure – but each time was thrilling. Her breathing increased an her fingers sped up, thumb extending up to rub her clit. A light pink flush spread across her chest and neck and I knew this was one of the best markers that she was close to coming.

As the blush and heat spread, so did the flow of blood all over her body. I could imagine her swollen lips brushing against her fingers, as they had my own many times. I knew the way her clit would engorge and become more sensitive, the way it felt just before her muscles began to pulse. When she let out a cry, I knew she was feeling the exact things rolling through my brain and it was almost as if I was experiencing it with her.

Mistress lowered her hips to the padded surface of the table, hands stilled in their movements, and laid quietly. Her eyes were still closed, breath labored. Several minutes passed and I began to wonder what was going to happen next. The urge to move my vision, simply out of sheer boredom, began to creep up and tingle at the base of my neck.

I thought about my recipe for cheesecake and how I might improve it.

I thought about the bills and household chores.

I thought about anything and everything to avoid thinking about the beautiful, naked woman in front of me and the equally handsome man to my left.

I was startled when Rose sat up without warning. She stepped off the table and moved behind me. Her bare feet padded softly on the floor, and could hear things being moved. The noise of metal chain tinkling against itself and a few random clinks and clunks sounded through the room, but nothing else identifiable.

Her footsteps let me know she was back in motion and I felt her warmth behind me. She hesitated, taking a brief moment to just stand there, before pressing into me. I was grateful for the table at the front of my body, helping to keep me standing. The softness of her breasts against my back contrasted with her hard nipples as they tickled against my skin. Her mouth was next to my ear and her hands were at the front of my body, moving slowly up.

As her fingertips traced the beneath the swell of my breasts, I could feel cold metal in her hands. My mind raced and jumped forward, thinking she had the nipple clamps with her. Never once did she touch my nipples, though, and all too soon, she took a half-step away from me. Rose placed a soft kiss on my shoulder and tugged slightly at my collar.

"My Pet, you need some help tonight, don't you?"

I paused and hesitated, so briefly I was hoping she wouldn't notice, but she still did.

"It's okay, love. I'm not upset, just paying attention."

Fighting the urge to press my eyebrows together, I wondered how she knew I hadn't yet gotten to the place I needed to be in my brain. It wasn't that I couldn't or wouldn't do what she had or was going to ask of me – it was that I wasn't yet in the right frame of mind to completely submerge myself and enjoy it.

"Climb up onto the bench," she said.

I lowered my eyes to the floor and moved to the bench. Climbing up and getting my body into Position Fifteen was like breathing, it came naturally.

"Edward, please lock these around Pet's ankles and make sure she's secured to the bench."

I had to fight harder to control my breathing, knowing that Edward was walking behind me. He had another full view of my body from that angle and I was sure this was not unintentional. Everything she did was meticulous and well thought out.

Her hands wrapped around my wrists, hooking the leather cuffs around each side, then securing them to the bench with locks.

"I can see you're ready for her, but you haven't quite earned your reward yet, Edward. Pet is my favorite toy in the world. I love her beyond measure. The gift she gives to me, and in turn to you, is not one I take lightly or carelessly. She's worth the effort and price you will pay, as you well know. You may stand next to me and watch as I warm her up."

Mistress' warm hands were running along the length of my body as she stood at my side. I was in such a position that I had no view of Edward unless I turned my head, which I knew better than to do.

"Edward, walk to the dresser and hand me the item on the far right, please."

At her words, my body pulsed with desire. Her hands slid down my lower back and to my thighs as I heard Edward's moving around.

"Now, grab the second item on the dresser and apply it."

Her choice of words had me interested. Edward's naked lower body appeared in my line of sight, and then darkness. A blindfold. I held in the happy sigh at my lips. The quick glance I'd gotten reminded me of just how thick and lovely he was and I ached for him to be deep inside of me, anywhere and everywhere he wanted to be.

The tickle of … something, on my lower half made me quickly suck in my breath. Mistress' laugh tickled my ears, just as her implement was tickling my behind. My abs were shaking with the effort of holding in the laughter.

"Sweets, you may let it out. I want Edward to remember how fun you are to play with."

On the next swipe of the soft tickle, I laughed and my body squirmed with the motion. I began to inhale as the laughter died down and I felt something at my entrance. I had to focus. Without the benefit of sight, I wasn't sure exactly what it was, or who it was pressing it into me. It only took a few moments to figure out it was a finger; once the owner had it buried as far into me as it could go, I felt the other part of the hand on my body, but I still had no idea who it belonged to. The thought made my pulse race faster.

The ache between my legs grew as the single finger was joined by another inside me. Hands were on my bottom and a quick, light spanking came next. The taps were gentle and warming, a very light sting but certainly not painful. Each time the hands landed, it was as if that patch of skin woke up and came alive. I was vocalizing more, torn between the sensations they were providing and the feelings they were provoking. A third finger joined the two already slowly moving inside of me and I pushed back into the stretch, needing even more. The hands landed harder and I heard Mistress laugh lightly.

"Shall we take that to mean that you're enjoying Edward's fingers fucking you, love?"

Ah, finally, the answer.

I resisted the urge to squeeze my muscles around his fingers, knowing that this small movement inside of me sometimes set off the chain reaction of my orgasm, and not wanting to pay the penalty.

Edward's fingers withdrew and he began to lightly slap at my clit. The noise, the sensation, the idea in my head of what he was doing, all combined and drove me closer to the imaginary edge I needed to stay right at.

And then, suddenly, they both stopped. I was grateful and resentful all in the same moment.

"Pet, do you want to show Edward how thankful you are for what he was just doing to you?"

More of a breath than formed English words, I sighed out my reply, "Yes, Mistress."

"Why don't you show Edward how much you love to please him, while I have a little fun down here."

Without the use of my hands or sight, I was completely at Edward's mercy. He could fuck me any way he wanted, and my job was to lay on the bench and bring him pleasure, plain and simple.

The tip of his cock brushed my lips lightly and I opened my mouth. Edward slipped just the head of his cock in and I wrapped my lips around him, eager to hear and feel his pleasure. The pleasure I would give him.

My brain didn't even register the sound, but certainly registered the sensation as the suede flogger landed across my exposed lower half. Mistress' first strike was blissfully and perfectly placed on the fleshy part of my bottom; the sweet spot. My mouth instinctively pulled Edward deeper with each stroke she landed, and when she moved the tails of the flogger lower, to my thighs, I fought again for control.

When we played alone, my entire focus could be on keeping myself in the moment. It was much easier to keep track of what you needed to do to not break the rules when there was nothing else to distract you, but some of my fallback tactics, like biting the inside of my cheek, were now completely useless. Not only could I not use those methods, I had to actively seek and push forward for Edward's pleasure, splitting my brain and thoughts essentially in two.

My primary focus became breathing evenly and pleasuring Edward. There was nothing I could do to calm the sting and pleasure of what Mistress was doing – I simply had to accept and enjoy it, while trying to keep my responses and reactions to a minimum.

Edward's hands moved to my hair and his fingernails scraped my scalp as he gripped tightly. Although Edward had played with many people, he was good at keeping track in his head of those he played with most often. He knew my body well, knew my reactions, my sounds and movements, and what I loved.

He no doubt knew that in this moment, with his hands wrapped up in my hair as he fucked my mouth, I was dangerously close to coming. The flogger Mistress had been using was landing closer to my pussy each time, the ends of the falls tickling and tingling where I wanted them. I didn't even care that the sensation was partially painful – it was simply a sensation and I needed it badly.

I moaned around Edward's cock and he withdrew completely from my mouth. I whimpered, Mistress had told me I could vocalize, and I felt this was within the boundaries.

"Oh, Pet." I heard footsteps to my side. "You should see how sad you look right now. Do you miss Edward?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"I'm sorry Pet, but he knows the rules, too. He was a good toy to pull away from you before he came. In fact, I'm so pleased with his behavior that I'm going to give him a little reward."

I could hear the smile in her voice. The smile that meant she knew she was about to get exactly what she wanted, and she fucking knew she was torturing me in the process.

The way my body was positioned on the spanking bench, I was facing the table. Of course, I was still blindfolded, but now and then a slight breeze blew by the parts of my face that were exposed, indicating movement around the room. I heard the unmistakable sound of skin on the table in front of me. I slowed my own breathing to focus on listening. I tried to imagine who was getting positioned where and what they were doing, but my mind was racing a thousand miles a minute with each possible configuration.

When the noise stopped, I worried, but the pause was only momentary.

Mistress let out a loud moan and I gulped. She continued to let out sounds of pleasure, sighs, and then I heard more. Edward was softly moaning as well, and the distinct sound of his mouth on her was in my ears.

He sounded eager and the picture in my mind filled in like an old tube television someone had just turned on, the picture slowly fading in. As my mind sketched the details, I could see his tongue darting out against her clit as she rotated her hips above his face. I imagined them in this position because Mistress would absolutely never lay down her position of authority with Edward. She would want to be above him, on top of him, in entire control of each movement.

As they continued, they got even louder. The smacking sound of his wet lips against hers was driving me crazy. I could feel myself getting more and more wet, still locked to the bench in my exposed position. Finally, their sounds reached a pinnacle and I heard Mistress cry out.

The sound of heavy breaths panted through the air and my own subconsciously mimicked theirs. I heard them moving after a few moments and felt hands at my wrists and ankles. The tinkling noise of the key in the locks rang through my ears and I felt a sense of relief.

Each set of cuffs was removed and taken away somewhere, as I heard the footsteps around the room. I felt small, warm hands on my wrists and slightly rough, larger hands at my ankles, guessing Mistress was at my upper body again and Edward was at my lower body. The throb and ache of need was near-constant now.

The blindfold slipped off my eyes and I was thankful they'd been closed since the immediate shock of light would have hurt. I slowly cracked my eyes open, then looked wide-eyed at the floor, waiting.

"My love, did you enjoy hearing Edward pleasure me?" Mistress whispered in my ear. I couldn't decide what was affecting me more: her proximity to my body, the warmth of her breath as it floated across my ear, or the actual words she had used and the visual they brought along with them.

"Yes, Mistress."

She kissed my lips as best she could from her position, then took my hand to help me stand up off the bench.

"Do you wish it had been you Edward was so expertly bringing to orgasm?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Her body pressed into mine and I struggled again for control. To remain still. Calm. Breathing in and out, slowly. She moved her hand up my torso and grabbed my breast, twisting my nipple.

"I think it might be your turn, Pet. Are you ready to be fucked hard by my toy?"

She knew my answer before she even asked, but as she spoke, I could again hear the smile in her voice. My own answering smile combined with the strongest voice I had used all night.

"Yes, Mistress."