Page 46 of Untouchable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #1)

I point to Brad and curl my fingers for him to join us. He looks confused, then shrugs his shoulders and walks to the platform.

I spin Mandy to face me and lean towards her to tell TD. "TD, keep your eyes closed. Mandy and I have some sister shit to discuss. Why don't you sing the first song that pops into your brain."

He starts to hum, and I can't help but smirk. His choice is One Direction, "Kiss You."

I put my face just inches from Mandy's. "Time to teach you how to dominate a man, baby girl. I think you're gonna like it. I want you to repeat whatever I say. Ok?" Then I hand her the crop.

She looks at it, then weighs it in her palm and practices tapping it. When she smiles, I spin her around to face TD and move within inches of her body so she can feel my presence.

TD is still singing with his eyes closed.

I wave to Brad to move close to TD too. He nods and walks to stand behind him, a comfortable distance away.

I curl my fingers to him to step closer.

He takes a step but isn't close enough. I hold my hands up and show Brad how tight I want him.

Right on TD's ass. He shakes his head, and I hold up seven fingers, as in Rule #7.

He mouths as he steps up close, "fuck yeah," but I know he was telling me, "fuck you."

I begin Mandy's training by whispering in her ear. "TD, bow your head to me."

She repeats. "TD, bow your head to me."

He stops singing and bows his head.

"You will obey every command without question. Do you understand?"

"Fuck yeah."

"Your only answers will be 'Fuck me' or 'Fuck me, Madam.'" Mandy giggles but delivers the line with a serious edge to her voice.

"Fuck me, Madam." TD smirks and glances at her.

She sees him peeping and pops the crop on her palm. He closes his eyes again.

"You will be submissive." She tells him sternly.

"Fuck me, Madam." He says.

"You are a bad boy."

I motion to Brad that he is the one who will do this as I whisper the following instructions to Mandy. She grins, and I wink at her.

"Take the belt off."

Both TD and Brad reach for the belt buckle. When their hands collide, TD stiffens. His eyes open and he looks shocked. He struggles to separate himself, but Brad, knowing he will get spanked too if he doesn't do this, wraps his strong arms around TD and holds him in place.

TD continues to fight for a few moments, but Brad whispers something in his ear, and he resigns himself that this is going to happen this way. He stops resisting Brad, lifts his arms to let Brad continue, and looks at us.

We both grin wickedly at him, and he smirks back.

Brad resumes trying to unlatch the belt but has a difficult time because he can't see what he's doing. TD looks down, watching the commotion above his cock, and I see his boner is back.

He isn't as upset as the show he just put on for the benefit of the others.

Brad whispers something else in his ear, and he pushes his hair behind his ear, leans his head away, and relaxes against Brad.

His hands reach for Brad's, and he guides them down to his groin.

Brad's hands momentarily grope TD's cock, and the silhouette grows, then they slide upward to his belt.

He hooks a thumb behind the buckle and pulls it tight, so there is slack.

Brad began all business, intent on doing what he must, but TD's ass is snuggled up tight against his groin, and I see the shift I knew was there. As the two men work on the belt buckle together, they are both getting turned on.

Sexual tension fills the room.

I glance at Mandy, lust has filled her eyes, and she is biting her bottom lip. I glance out at the swingers, and everyone is watching with kinky interest, and lust lays heavy on their faces. I ask her, "Did you think you would like watching two men together?"

She shakes her head but runs her tongue over her lips.

"It's hot, isn't it?"

She nods her head.

I take a step back, knowing she will take advantage of this opportunity. "You're in charge. Tell them what to do next."

Without hesitation, she says. "I want to see TD's cock."

She's going to be really good at this!

Her words make Brad and TD both stop and stiffen. Their discomfort makes the sexual tension even thicker.

"You heard me. I want to see TD's cock."

When neither of them move, she bites the crop as she lifts her hair. "They need motivation. Would you unzip me, please?"

I laugh as I unzip her dress. "Yes, madam."

She slides the fabric off her body by wiggling back and forth. Her enormous tits are swaying as it falls to the floor. When she steps out, she is wearing only a matching thong and her matching platform heels. Her cream-colored, naked body is breathtaking, and she could own any stage.

I smirk. Cat would hire her on the spot and find a place to put her.

She steps forward out of her dress, then teases them by cupping her tits, pinching her taut nipples, and massaging them.

TD's eyes latch onto the prize he has been waiting for for months.

She says, "The clock is ticking."

He kicks off his shoes, then grabs his belt, but she tells him. "No. Brad, you do it."

TD leans back into Brad's strong arms, nestling against him. Brad pulls him tight, securing his weight against him, then grabs the belt and yanks hard! The sound it makes as it clears the belt loops is a sexy thumping noise.

Her eyes are shining with excitement. "Make it sexy too. Give us a show." Her voice is husky.

Brad looks out at Bella, and she gives him the thumbs up.

Charlie tells him. "Fuck yeah! Go, Baby, Go!"

He takes a deep breath and twirls the belt, then sends it sailing across the room. He hooks his thumbs in TD's jeans and thrusts his hips against TD's ass. Then he leans back and dry grinds him. "Fuck yeah." He says softly.

When his own cock is hard and silhouetted against his pants, he runs his hands slowly down TD's abs and unbuttons, then unzips his jeans.

TD stands with his weight resting against Brad. When his zipper is all the way down, he pokes his ass backward, so Brad's hand can slip under his briefs.

Brad runs his open palm down the length of TD's cock. He wraps his hand around it and slides it up the shaft to protect it from the zipper as he frees his cock.

Mandy is teasing her nipples, and her cheeks are growing rosy with her excitement. "Oh, goodie! You're a long one. I like 'em long." She exclaims when he pulls it free. "Brad, stroke it for me while I do a taste test."

TD's moan of "Fuck yeah, Madam!" is sexy as fuck!

Brad's hand goes all the way down on him and then all the way to the tip, rolling off the top. When his hand strokes to the base, Mandy goes down on him. When she comes off, Brad jacks him off. The wet sound of whacking fills the room.

Everyone moans a little.

I step up and stop her from going back down on him. "Just one kiss," I tell her. "I'm not ready for his punishment to end."

She smiles and hands me the crop.

"Brad, back off. I don't want him to shoot his wad. Keep him hard while Mandy takes his pants off."

Brad's fingers curl around his shaft, and he uses long, slow, hard strokes designed to keep a cock full but not designed to let him explode.

I glance at the others, gauging their reaction. Lust lays heavy on everyone's faces. The swingers are definitely not homophobes.

Mandy begins by pushing his jeans off his ass. Her hands forced between the two men, she feels Brad's erection and rubs him down too.

He tells her, "Fuck me, Madam."

She answers, "You're welcome."

Then she pulls them down each leg, stopping only to spit of his cock to keep it lubed. "Lift him up," she tells Brad.

He lifts him off his feet as she slides the pants free. The weight of TD's body teases Brad's erection.

"Ok, set him down gently."

I step up. "Thank you, Brad. That's all."

He nods, then walks off the stage with a rock-hard cock bulging in his pants.

"Very good. You learn quick." I smile approvingly at Mandy. "Now it's time to feel the power of the crop, Baby Girl. Time to give him his spanking." I hand the crop back to her.

As she steps in front of him, I watch Brad receive a high five from Mac and a kiss from Bella. He smiles and turns back to watch.

Mandy stands with her feet shoulder-width apart and knees locked tight. She commands TD with authority. "Bend over."

He bends over at the waist, placing his hands on his knees.

She walks around him, examining him like a drill instructor. "Bow your head."

He hangs it, and his long hair falls on either side of his face, blocking his view.

She walks around behind him and lines up on his ass.

I tell her, "You are the Master. You decide how hard and how many. You have the tool he needs in your hands. Stroke it and feel it."

She puts her hand on the riding crop and slides up and down, getting to know it, feeling the leather binding tickle her palms and her fingers.

"Stroke it, Baby."

She slides it up and down.

"Feel it. Feel the power. Go, baby, go. Faster, bitch, faster." I rev her up. As she hand fucks it, her eyes get shiny. "Now. Punish him with it."

She brings the crop back, and … I catch it at its peak, holding it there, forcing her to submit it to me.

She releases it, and I take it from her.

Stepping between her and TD, I wait until her eyes are locked on me instead of TD's ass.

Then I run the tress over her nipples, and they respond instantly, getting harder and longer.

She looks down at them to watch. Flicking my wrist, I pop the crop twice, laying a well-aimed direct hit with precisely the right amount of force on each. She squints from the pain and gasps.

Angela and Bella jerk and gasp too. Rosa, however, sucks her breath through her teeth. "Fuck me!"

Mandy's breathing quickens. Her eyes glaze. She stands there, speechless.

I drag the crop again over each one.

She pushes them out as she bites her lip.

I pop them both again, and she quivers. Her breathing changes to panting. She watches me with hunger in her eyes.