Welcome Home, How Was Work?

It was very tempting to say no, to forget about the woman still handcuffed to the bed beside them and focus all of his attention on his girlfriend. Tripp wanted to take her there, to pin her down to the bed while he forcefully asserted his own dominance over her. It wasn't that he particularly minded the addition that Melanie had made into their normal sex life, but he knew that he would have also been perfectly content had it just been her. He had a nagging feeling that Courtney much preferred Melanie's attention to his own anyway, and as such he had no problem with Melanie's proposed direction. Besides, it had been her scream all along that he had been waiting to hear.

Giving one final firm press of his body against hers, he kissed her again, lingering to allow his tongue to touch hers emphatically and his hand to briefly tease her through the satin and lace. He detached himself from her slowly, but still had to admit that there was something arousing about watching the way that she was able to manipulate the other woman through gentle caresses and rough touches. Not for the first time that evening he wondered what it had been like when they had done this together before.

Tripp smirked, having decided exactly what he meant to do to his girlfriend. With the way that she kept teasing him, the way that she kept putting on a show every time she had a moment with the other woman, he had determined that she needed to be punished. Generally, their sort of punishment tended to take a similar path, starting with Melanie tied to the bed. "Let her go," he directed her, nodding in the direction where Courtney's hands were still being held firmly. He waited until the girl's wrists were freed before advancing on Melanie again.

Ignoring Courtney's presence briefly, he grabbed her and pulled her close, kissing her forcibly and moving her back toward the headboard. Slowly raising her arms above her head one at a time, he clasped the handcuffs around her with a firm snap, knowing that the metal was biting into her slightly. The thought of the marks she was sure to have on her body tomorrow did nothing to slow his assault on her as he continued to kiss her hungrily. Once she was secure against the bed, he pulled her hips down giving access to more of her body to torment. He pulled away from her to take in her body, a sight that he knew that he not only loved to see but that she loved to show off. And right now it seemed to still be covered with too much. At the moment he had no desire to take it slow and knowing how easily the fabric had given way on Courtney's matching set, he decided to repeat the action on Melanie.

Tenderly cupping her breasts with both hands, he took a second to enjoy the feel of her under his palms before he wrapped his fingers around the edge of the thin fabric and pulled it forcibly away from her body. Like it had with Courtney, it gave way easily and bared her skin to him. He brought his mouth down to cover a newly exposed nipple and flicked his tongue against it teasingly.

Only then did he remember the third person in the room. He wasn't entirely sure what he was meant to do with her considering the fact that he would have been more than willing to have excused her then and there. Though, he was faced with the opportunity to have them both assault Melanie's body and that was too good to pass up.

"Touch her," he instructed Courtney, moving lower down Melanie's body. He lightly ran a finger over her, despite the fact that she still wore the matching panties. Opting to take his time in removing them, he lightly trailed kisses across her hip and down her thigh as he moved the fabric. Making quick work of the rest of it, he tossed them aside and turned his attention back to the newly exposed skin. Pressing a soft kiss to her body, he slowly, teasingly, inserted his tongue into her.

"You're not going anywhere," he assured her, pulling away from her just long enough to nod at her hands. "I made sure of that." Though for as much as he was enjoying causing her body to writhe and press against him, he had to admit that the involvement of the other girl in the bed was beginning to complicate things. It was Courtney's lips who were getting the opportunity to press against Melanie's, and despite the fact that he knew that he was otherwise occupied, he wasn't sure that he enjoyed having her there. Besides, it made it increasingly difficult to watch as Melanie fought against the handcuffs when there was another person in the way.

"Move," he told Courtney, pulling back from Melanie's body. Once the other girl had gotten out of the way, he brought himself back up to Melanie's lips, stifling her encouragement of him to take her with another passionate kiss. "Patience," he told her with a smirk, his hand coming back to toy with her breast. As he continued to increase the ferocity of the kiss, bringing his tongue to entangle with hers, he continued to touch her body. First he labored over ensuring that her nipples hardened under his touch before trailing down her body to repeat the movement of his tongue with his fingers.

For what it was worth, he knew that it was going to upset her before he had even done it, which had been the driving force in him breaking the kiss and pulling his hands from her body. Smirking down at her again, he moved lower, allowing himself to press a kiss against her hip bone. "What do you want?" he murmured against her skin, making no promises that he would follow through.

His first instinct had been to make her beg for it, for her pleading to serve his purpose of driving him into wanting her more and more. Tripp had to admit that he found it enticing when she told him just how much she needed him, how much she wanted him to have his way with her, but he supposed that was a line that they couldn't cross with another person in the room. Or he supposed it might have been a line she just hadn't wanted to cross at all. He looked down at her with a smirk and contemplated for a moment following through with her demand.

Though, he supposed he couldn't give in that easily. Instead, he brought himself back down to her body, teasingly bringing his tongue to graze across her, wondering how long it would take him to get her off just doing this over and over. He figured that with all of the pent up frustrations that it wouldn't have taken long. That curiosity drove him to continue to try, dipping his tongue inside of her.

The sound of the handcuffs beating on the headboard as Melanie continued to fight against her restraints, coupled with the sounds that she continued to make, caused Tripp to smirk against her skin. He loved being able to have this sort of control over her, and he loved the way that they both knew that at the moment whatever happened next was entirely within his control as well. It was the same familiar game that he and Melanie often found themselves in and it certainly hadn't lost it excitement so far.

Sliding her thighs a little further apart, he continued to focus on the task at hand, increasing the pressure he was applying with his tongue and increasing the pace in which he was touching her. His goal had always been just to ensure that she continued to enjoy the night that she had obviously gone to some trouble to prepare, and from the way that she continued to moan and cry out for him, he knew that he was doing well so far.