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Amy watched as he grabbed a bathrobe, not wanting to go out of his way to hide anything from Carla. All the same, he didn’t want to be more exposed to her than necessary.

She heard the door open a crack. “What do you want?” Michael demanded. He certainly didn’t sound welcoming.

“Michael, I need to know where you put the keys to the safe-deposit box. I can’t believe you thought you could just keep things hidden from me. You know I’m not greedy, but what’s fair is fair, and—what’s going on in there?”

“None of your business.”

“Damn it, Michael, if I have to show up with my lawyer every time we meet, I’ll do it. You can screw around as much as you like once we’re divorced, but until then, your business is my business. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

Amy’s position made it easy for her to concentrate on what she was hearing. Filled and restrained as she was, she felt luxuriously helpless, not responsible for her own feelings. At the same time, she felt as if she had no place further to fall.

“Michael!” she called. “Let her in! She knows I’m here anyway!”

Amy heard Carla laughing. “She’s right,” she said. “It’s not hard to figure out. I didn’t think you were taking a shower in the middle of the day.”

Bondage made Amy so attuned to Michael’s moods that she could feel his resentment at being outmaneuvered. So it didn’t surprise her when he led Carla right into the bedroom to see Amy lying naked on the bed that he and Carla had shared.

For a long, tense moment, no one spoke. Then Carla’s face blossomed into a huge grin as she looked down at Amy, who knew her own look must be as pleading and pitiful as Carla could possibly have wanted. “So that’s how you two children play together when you have nothing better to do.” A guffaw burst out of her, followed by a series of them. “Wow,” she laughed. “Wow. You two. The chutzpah just blows me away. Not the kinkiness. I have a few kinks myself, you know, Michael. But the gall of doing it in our bed.”

“It wasn’t Amy’s idea,” blurted Michael. He sounded like a chivalrous schoolboy caught smoking with his girlfriend on school property and trying to protect her from a principal’s wrath.

“But she invited me in!” chortled Carla. “Michael, I knew she was your girlfriend. I’m not stupid.” She paused. “I knew for a long time that you wanted a submissive little pet, but I really couldn’t fit into that cage. We could have worked out an arrangement without going through the legal melodrama, but never mind. I’ve found some new friends, too, so it might all work out fine. Especially if I get my fair share of things.”

Carla walked to the edge of the bed and ran a firm, manicured hand slowly from Amy’s collarbone, between her breasts and down her tummy to her bush. Amy’s cunt squeezed on its own, and the plug in her butt asserted itself. “Amy,” Carla pointed out, “you invited me in.” She smiled in a way that suggested a wealth of delightful torment.

As Amy watched in amazement, Carla slid two fingers into Amy’s open cunt. She made it clear that she considered herself an invited guest, not an intruder. “Nothing in her,” she said to Michael. “I thought you would have left her plugged.”

Amy’s blush told Carla what she wanted to know. “Aha,” she muttered. “This is like a treasure hunt.” She quickly found the base of the plug, and pulled it out, to Amy’s relief and disappointment. Amy didn’t really want to be left empty.

“What exactly did I interrupt?” Carla demanded. The question was aimed at Michael and Amy both.

He recovered quickly, and Amy remembered that he was an experienced actor. “Your Majesty,” he purred, bowing and slipping off his bathrobe at the same time. “I am captain of the Jolly Roger, privateer on the high seas with your knowledge and permission. I have captured a princess from an enemy vessel. The wench enjoyed being ravished, so she needs further discipline.”

Michael’s bathrobe lay in a pile on the floor. Carla looked down, smiled, and deliberately stepped on it. She clearly hoped to leave a neat shoeprint on the thin blue terrycloth. “Sir Francis,” said Carla in a voice of oiled silk, “wouldn’t you like to hold her for ransom? Her father might pay a pretty penny to get her back, and he can afford to fill our royal coffers.”

Amy had never seen this side of Carla before.

“Your Majesty thinks of everything,” he acknowledged, “especially when money is involved. But she is a ruined maiden, so I fear that she will not bring us a profit.”

“You want to keep her,” smiled Carla, shrugging off her tailored gray jacket. Amy wondered what she was planning to do once her arms were free. “As your own slave.”

“As my woman,” Michael corrected her.

“Same smell, different word. How do you want her disciplined?”

Michael shifted from one foot to the other, as though he wished he could keep his private fantasies in a safe-deposit box in a corner of his mind where Carla could never find it. “Aarr,” he said halfheartedly. “We’re on a sailing-ship, eh? Rebels get flogged.”

“For the crew to watch!” she finished. “But you tied her in the wrong position for that if you want to give her ass a good basting. Captain, you do nothing to secure my confidence in your abilities.”

Carla swiftly removed her cream-colored blouse, her tweedy linen pants, and her matching ivory bra and panties. Amy knew that Carla worked out regularly, and she seemed eager to show off her trim, fit body. Her arm muscles were alarmingly impressive. The triangle of hair at her crotch was as dark as the hair on her head. Her breasts were small, high, and round, with paler nipples than Amy’s. But then Amy’s nipples were being subjected to unusual treatment.

Carla sighed. “Poor, brainless man, you must help me to untie her and place her in a more suitable position. I can use one of those belts to better effect.” Amy’s mouth went dry.

Working together, Michael and Carla lifted Amy’s feet out of the ankle-cuffs and released her wrists from the bed frame. Amy rubbed her arms as the blood flowed back into them. “Please, sir and ma’am,” she begged.

“What is it, girl?” Carla couldn’t help grinning.

“Would one of you release my nipples as well?”

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