The Agency Page 6

  She looked up to see him standing hesitantly by the door. “Come in. Close it.”

  He walked over to where she sat, bent down, and pecked her cheek.

  “What was that for?” The kiss pleased her.

  “All you did for me today. I had a fantastic day. I … wanted to thank you.”

  “I’ll show you exactly how you can thank me,” Amanda said, standing up. “Come on. Both of you. I’ve been more than patient, I believe.”

  She could feel her own sexual arousal as she entered the playroom, Hunter and Ramsay behind her. She opened her silk blouse and took it off, throwing it over the top of the toy chest. Next she unzipped her skirt while the two men watched. “I’ve tried to give you some time to adjust. I’ve not been too demanding, have I?”

  Ramsay shook his head. Hunter didn’t bothering answering. He just waited.

  “So, tonight be the pros that you are. Seduce me by seducing each other. Hunter”—she licked her lips…”let’s mix a bit of fantasy with reality.”

  “Tell me what you want,” he replied quite casually

  His response reminded her that most of the hesitation had been coming from Ramsay, not him. “You want Ramsay. He is playing hard to get. You might have to use some force while you get him to see things your way.” She smiled, then looked at Ramsay. “I’m sure you can play the role, Ramsay.” It was devious, but she had needs, and tonight she intended to get a little return on her investment.

  “Shouldn’t be too hard a role for him to play,” Hunter mused.

  Ramsay glared at him. “No, and if you’re going to take me, it will have to be by force.”

  Amanda lifted an eyebrow. She wasn’t sure any more how much of this was real, and how much was for show, but she was liking it. She was liking it a lot. “Oooh, thatta boy.”

  *

  Hunter watched Amanda as she picked out her special vibrating toy and went to sit up on what he was coming to dub her “throne.” He was quite pleased at her change in attitude. Ramsay was clearly manipulating the situation, getting his own way. It was time someone put him in his place. At the moment, Ramsay was standing a few feet away from him, his hands on his hips, that stubborn chin of his looking quite ridiculous the way it was sticking out on that soft, baby sweet face of his. Hunter laughed. He had been given carte blanche to take him, and Ramsay, even if he was being sincere, underneath he had to be surrendering. He had no damn choice. God, this was fucking beautiful! Hunter was so totally turned on.

  Hunter noticed that Ramsay’s chest heaved as he undid his shirt and threw it aside.

  “How about this, Hunter?” Amanda wiggled down on her seat. “Ramsay is your newly bought sex slave, a defiant one, and you, Hunter, are the master who is determined to … break him in?”

  Hunter narrowed his eyes as he glanced over at her. He had never met a woman with such a vivid imagination or ferocious appetite. One of the reasons he was never attracted to women, aside from the fact that he was unquestionably gay, was that they never seemed to know what they wanted in bed. They always waited for men to take the lead; but not her, not Amanda. He liked her. She was a woman after his own heart, and if he ever had to fuck any woman, it would be a woman like that.

  Hunter allowed Ramsay to sweat it out a bit. He could see the tension pulsing in his jaw as he approached. He reached out and grabbed him by a fistful of his T-shirt. “On your knees, boy,” he growled. He pressed him down to the floor with one hand. Ramsay was no match for him.

  Ramsay glanced up at him with those eyes. Hunter grabbed his hair. “Undo my pants and suck my cock. I want you to make it hard. You understand?”

  Ramsay nodded. Hunter noticed how the hands trembled as Ramsay undid the snap on his jeans, then slid down the zipper.

  Hunter slapped his hands away and took his own pants down. He hadn’t bothered with underwear today. He grabbed Ramsay’s head and pressed it between his thighs. “Go at it, slave,” he told him, glancing over at Amanda to see if she was enjoying the show. She was.

  Ramsay’s tongue dipped out and touched his cock, which already was hypersensitive. It gave a jolt and he relaxed his hold on Ramsay’s head so that he could go to work on it. Hands came around to clutch his ass cheeks, but he yanked them away. “I didn’t give you permission to touch my ass.”

  Ramsay clutched his fists at his sides. His tongue licked the shaft with long laps, not unlike how a cat would lap at milk. A hand wrapped around Hunter’s calf, nails digging into his flesh. Hunter smiled softly. It was getting to him. He stepped back. “Go and lie up there on that table, on your back, and let your head hang over the side.”

  Ramsay got up off his knees.

  “And strip. Take those clothes off,” Hunter breathed, running his gaze over Ramsay.

  Ramsay pulled the T-shirt over his head, then undid his pants. Totally naked, he walked over to the table and got up on it, letting his head hang over.

  Hunter watched Ramsay closely as he approached him. Hunter walked around the table and reached up for the ankle cuffs which were suspended overhead, and pulled on them. Lifting one of Ramsay’s legs up and out, he attached the ring, then did the same to the other.

  Hunter grinned as he saw Amanda adjust herself in her chair so that she had a better view of Ramsay’s ass and genitals, which were now on clear display. “Lift up your arms,” Hunter told him.

  Ramsay glanced at him, then did as Hunter instructed. Hunter pulled down wrist cuffs and secured Ramsay’s wrists at arm’s length over his head. “Keep your head back, hanging over like that. You’re going to eat my cock,” Hunter told him, reaching down and smoothing some of his silky fair hair back from his face. He saw Ramsay’s tongue dart out over his lips, leaving them moistened, his big cock now standing at attention. The fight was melting away inch by inch. Hunter leaned down closer to his cheek. “You’re so fucking beautiful like that. I won’t be able to control myself.” One of Hunter’s hands strayed over his chest, brushing the nipple and settling on his stomach.

  Ramsay’s bottom lip quivered slightly.

  Hunter caressed Ramsay’s stomach, then moved his hand just a little lower so that it brushed the base of his shaft. His cock was curled up towards his stomach now, definitely ripe for some action, so thick, so long. Hunter walked around to where Ramsay’s head hung down. He let the head of his cock stray over his lips, then he pulled it back, before touching his lips again with it teasingly. Ramsay opened his mouth, but wasn’t quite quick enough to capture the head of his prick in his mouth. There was a sigh of frustration. “You’ll eat when I allow it,” he said, meeting his eyes. Then, for Amanda’s benefit, he said loudly, “After you eat my cock, slave, I’m going to have my way with your ass. It’s my ass to do what I want with. Remember that.”

  Amanda made a sound, and then the vibrator started to whirl. Hunter lowered his cock again, grabbing Ramsay’s chin and forcing open his jaw. He moved the head of his cock around his lips before he drove it deeper into his open mouth. Ramsay closed his eyes, moving his tongue around it, then he began to suck it.

  *

  The taste of Hunter’s cock in his mouth was almost too sublime, and the way Hunter had constrained him with his legs up and open like that made him feel like a wanton whore. It was turning him on like mad. His enthusiasm for eating Hunter’s cock was genuine. He was totally enjoying the sensation, getting off on Hunter’s dominance, and the fact that Hunter hadn’t touched him much was only heightening his sexual need.

  Hunter’s juices were filling his mouth, flowing down his throat, and just when he thought Hunter was going to let him choke to death, he yanked Ramsay’s head up and pulled out his cock. He didn’t come in his mouth, which told Ramsay he had something else in mind. He met those dark eyes of his, mixed with lust and the devil, and he felt the cum rumble up through his shaft. His hips lifted with each spurt, and Hunter stood there, his arms crossed, shaking that head of his. “Oh no,” he said, “we can’t have that.”

  Ramsay tried to lift his hea
d enough to see what Hunter was up to, but it was too hard to hold it up. Hunter was rummaging around in the toy box. He heard Amanda’s vibrator stop, and she uttered a little moan as Hunter came back again. One hand crawled over his chest, pinching one nipple, then the other. “Clamps, I think,” Hunter announced.

  “Um, definitely. His nipples are extra sensitive right now,” Amanda contributed.

  “Hunter, please,” Ramsay pleaded, as he felt his fingers playing with one of his nipples. His cock was again on the rise. He heard himself moan. Hunter pinched his nipple again and then he felt the pinch of the clamp. “Ah,” he managed. Hunter pulled on it; the sensation was intense.

  “Here comes the other,” Hunter said, then the pinch.

  “Fuck,” Ramsay hissed.

  “We’ll get to that. Be patient,” Hunter said.

  “Fuck you,” Ramsay told him.

  “Not nice.” Hunter’s face came down close to his. “Say you love me.”

  “Fuck yourself, you son of a…” He stopped.

  Hunter threw his head back and laughed.

  Suddenly, Ramsay gasped as he felt Hunter’s strong hand grip the base of his cock. “A cock ring, just to make sure you don’t come too fast.” A ring was lifted up over his cock and then tightened into place. “All that cock on such a delicate little boy; seems like it should be illegal.”

  “Ummmm,” Ramsay moaned. The sensation was a blur of pleasurable pressure. He moved his hips up and down a few times.

  “Now, a gag, just to make sure you don’t swear at me anymore.” Hunter came around to his head again. “Open wide, baby,” he said, grabbing his chin and forcing the ball gag into his mouth.

  Ramsay protested some. The gag made him feel really helpless. Hunter tied it in the back. Ramsay heard the footsteps walk around the table. His heart beat like a drum in his chest. Mmmm … he would have done anything for Hunter to touch his cock right now. It was throbbing. When a finger moved over his anus, which was feeling extremely exposed and vulnerable, he let out a scream through the gag. The sensation shot right through his cock and made his testicles tighten like a vise. He knew his hips were moving provocatively, and he hoped it was driving that son of a bitch out of his damn mind.

  “Oh God, Hunter,” Amanda said. “He’s so sexy like that. I feel another orgasm coming on.”

  “You haven’t seen nothing yet,” Hunter growled.

  One slick finger teased his bud. Ramsay sucked in some breath. When he felt the tip of his finger enter him, he moaned. It went deeper. Jesus … oh God … deeper still and then it began to hit every nerve. It didn’t miss a one; his prostate had suddenly woken up big time. Just when he thought he wouldn’t be able to take another second of it, a hand slapped his cock. His back arched, his cock springing into the air. Another finger, a hand fondling his cock, moving the ring around, playing with his balls. “Hunter, please!” he screamed through the ball gag. It sounded unintelligible. Amanda’s vibrator started again. Hunter’s fingers left his ass, and soft lips kissed the inside of his thighs, then moved around his balls, sucking them into his mouth, while the other hand pulled on a nipple clamp. It was too much, too intense. I’m going to come … Hunter … baby … I’m going to come.

  Hunter’s mouth left his thigh, and he felt his cock at the opening of his well-lubricated opening. “Do you want me, slave? Do you want me?” he insisted, the head beginning to enter him.

  Ramsay stayed stubbornly silent. No, he wouldn’t say it. He wasn’t going to beg if that’s what he wanted.

  “Say it,” Hunter urged, hastily pulling the gag out of Ramsay’s mouth. He pushed deeper, and then pulled out.

  Ramsay moaned. Bastard. If this was revenge, it was evil. He was fucking evil.

  “Say it!” Hunter pressed his cock into him again, just enough to tease rather than satisfy.

  “Fucker,” he yelled. “No. Never.”

  “Then you don’t get it,” Hunter growled, pulling out completely.

  Tears filled Ramsay’s eyes. He was desperate. His entire body was in need. He began to kick his legs. He’d never forgive him for this. Never.

  “Say it!” Hunter insisted. “Say it, slave. Say you want me.”

  Ramsay felt Hunter’s hands on his face.

  Amanda was silent.

  “Say it,” Hunter insisted, his dark eyes seizing his with their gaze.

  “Never,” Ramsay said between clenched teeth, his back arching.

  “Hunter,” Amanda said suddenly. “What’s … I mean, do it, take him. I want to see you take him.”

  Ramsay saw Amanda stand up, come closer.

  “Amanda, please,” Ramsay pleaded, “make him do it.”

  “You said he was my slave,” Hunter snapped. “You said I could make him do what I wanted. I want to hear him say it.”

  “Say it,” Amanda urged. “It’s only a game. Come on. Give us both what we want, baby.”

  Ramsay sighed. “I’ll say it, but I don’t mean it.”

  Hunter shrugged as if he didn’t give a damn.

  Ramsay ran his gaze over him, finally settling on his erection. “I want you,” he grunted. “Please Hunter, fuck me.”

  Hunter literally smirked. “Bet it hurt you to say that.”

  When he felt Hunter’s cock enter him, this time inching all the way inside of him, the tears began to flow. He cried silently, his face to the side so that no one could see. Amanda let out a cry as well, coming with him, but Ramsay hardly registered that. He felt Hunter’s cream fill his ass, heard him grunt something, then abruptly move away from him. Well, he couldn’t expect anything else, could he?

  “That was beautiful,” Amanda said.

  Hunter was sitting over on the floor in the corner, his head down.

  Amanda began to release Ramsay from his shackles. When she undid his ankles, Ramsay lowered them in relief.

  “Are you all right?”

  “Yes, sure,” Ramsay said.

  “Were you … crying?” Amanda reached over and wiped a tear off his face.

  Hunter looked up.

  “No,” Ramsay said with a grin. “It’s sweat. That was quite a workout.”

  “Hah, all you did was lie there,” Hunter scoffed.

  Ramsay didn’t reply.

  “Look,” Amanda said, “tomorrow night at the party, would you guys mind putting on a little performance for a few of my closest friends?”

  Hunter stood up. “Anything you want.”

  “We’ll talk about the details tomorrow,” Amanda said.

  “Okay,” Ramsay replied. He just wanted to get out of here now, get away from Hunter.

  Finally, Amanda told them to go to bed, and Ramsay hurried along the hallway and shut himself in his room before Hunter could catch up with him.

  * * * *

  Over coffee the next morning, Amanda started to talk to them about the party. Ramsay was upbeat and happy again, but Hunter looked rather sullen. “I love parties,” Ramsay announced, munching on his second banana. “Do these people know that you … you know?”

  “Yes,” she said, glancing at Hunter again. “And they don’t judge because many of them use Jacques’s services as well.”

  “Oh they do judge, but behind your back,” Hunter pointed out, pouring himself more coffee.

  Amanda grinned. “It gives them something to talk about.”

  “And because you’re rich,” Hunter added, “you’re allowed to be eccentric.”

  Amanda narrowed her eyes.

  “Ignore him, Amanda,” Ramsay said. “He’s an ass.”

  Hunter raised an eyebrow, but he didn’t say anything.

  “You obviously don’t like the rich,” Amanda said, eyeing Hunter, who looked absolutely breathtaking in his white trunks, his dark loose curls damp from the pool.

  “I can’t say I have much use for them, no, except as a way to earn my daily bread, amen. Present company excluded,” he said, bowing his head.

  “Glad to hear it,” she murmured, making a face at Ramsa
y, who laughed.

  “You laugh like a girl,” Hunter accused, standing up, obviously bored with the exchange. “You look like one too.”

  “Hey,” Amanda said, as Ramsay said something biting under his breath, “enough of that. I want to discuss the party tonight.”

  “Whatever you decide is fine with me,” Hunter said. “I’m being paid for it. How many people are going to be at this little shindig, anyway?”

  “About five. It’s a small dinner party. Would you and Ramsay be opposed to doing a little role play?”

  “You want me to play the bad boy again?” Hunter asked, smirking.

  “You naturally play it so well.” Ramsay gave him a mawkish grin.

  “Yes, and if the truth be known”—he leaned down and placed his face near Ramsay’s…”you play your role well too, a hell of a lot better than I.”

  Ramsay pushed him away.

  Amanda shook her head. “Be nice. You don’t have to play the bad boy, Hunter. You boys work it out.” She stood up. “I expect something good, exciting.”

  “We’ll make it good,” Ramsay said enthusiastically.

  “Okay, I’ll see you guys later. I have to go and do some things,” Amanda told them, and then left to take care of last minute preparations for the party.

  * * * *

  She’d been rushing around making sure the servants had readied the house when the doorbell rang. She checked her watch. It was only five o’clock. Surely the guests hadn’t arrived yet. She had to shower, dress, and check to make sure that Hunter and Ramsay were prepared. She had laid out their clothes earlier. She was anxious to see them all dressed up. “Isn’t anyone going to answer the door?” she called out a little crossly as she made her way down the long hallway to the front door. Clarissa was running down the stairs now to catch up, but Amanda waved her away. “Too late,” she snapped. She opened the door, prepared to see either a salesman or a very early guest. Who she was met with caused her to gasp.

  “Hello, Amanda. Surprise.”

  She put a hand to her chest. “My God.” She could hardly get her breath. “What…? How? My God!” She opened her arms and pulled him in close. Tears stung her eyes. She couldn’t believe it. “Scott,” she said. “Baby. I’m so happy to see you.” She released him, and then she noticed the suitcase.