Chained in the Lab

Poker Night Part Three

Henry

Henry looked down at his cards. One pair, tens. It wasn't looking good. He glanced over at Zar. The incubus was smirking. Which meant he either had a great hand, or he was bluffing and had nothing. Or he had a great hand and he knew they'd expect him to bluff so he was smirking to make them think he had nothing and Henry shook his head. Pointless. He had not had enough time to even begin to guess Zar's tells yet.

As for Annabeth, she might as well be a porcelain doll for all he could get off of her.

"Well, I raise," Zar said. "Henry?"

Hm. A smart man might fold. But then he wouldn't get to find out whether Zar was bluffing or just had no poker face.

"I'll match it," Henry added his two pretzels to the stack. They'd ended up betting pretzels because as Zar pointed out, the person who won the game was the one with the most poker chips. And they didn't have chips. So, pretzels.

Annabeth toyed with a pretzel. "So, I know you have nothing, Henry."

"What makes you say that?" Henry asked.

He may not have her stone solid poker face but he did okay.

"You watch us to see what we have when you have a poor draw. You have barely looked at your cards."

"Maybe I just like looking at you both," Henry protested.

"We do make a pretty sight," Zar agreed.

"Hm. Maybe, but I don't think so." Annabeth grinned. "Well, pretty boys, I call. Show me what you've got."

And wow, she could not have added more innuendo to that if she was secretly a succubus.

Zauriel sighed and displayed his hand. "Not a damn thing," he admitted.

His highest card was a six.

"Wow, luck was not a lady for you," Henry chuckled. "One pair." He displayed his hand.

"Not for you either," Annabeth declared, spreading out four queens and an ace. "I win."

Henry laughed. "Looks like all the pretzels are yours."

"Mm-hm. All the pretzels... and both of you. Those were the stakes, as I recall."

Zar grinned. "Yep. Those definitely were the stakes."

He sounded utterly delighted to have lost. Which, well, he was what he was. To be fair, though, Henry wasn't exactly complaining about the loss either. It looked like they'd get a little taste of Annabeth's side job.

Annabeth rested one elbow on the table and balanced her chin on her fist. "Tonight is going to be fun," she promised with a sultry grin. "But one thing before we start. How far are you both willing to go? What's your comfort level with this?"

Zar shrugged. "You know I'm down for anything, Mistress Annabeth."

And okay, even knowing that Mistress was a common title for a dominatrix, it was still bizarre to hear an incubus use that honorific for anyone but their contractor.

Annabeth sat back and nodded slowly. "I know that. Still. Henry is new to you, and I don't want to push you into anything you might have been saving for a special occasion."

Zar shook his head. "No. I mean, we're all here and it's the weekend, so it's special enough for me."

"And you, Henry?" Annabeth asked.

"I won't say I'm down for absolutely anything," Henry said. "I mean, s*x-wise? Sure. I'll try anything once. As for kinks? I'm okay with bondage, role play, all that. I'm not into pain, I mean I'll take a little if it gets my partner going but I can't stand to give it and I can't watch someone else take it. And I don't do humiliation. Just... can't."

Annabeth nodded. "Zauriel did say you were protective. So that makes perfect sense. I'll respect your boundaries gladly. Still, I want a safe word in place for all of us."

Zar agreed. "Sounds fine."

Henry tilted his head. "Safeword?"

Zar explained, "Humans can't always feel what their partner feels, and miss the cues you'd have been taught. So safe words make everyone, well. Safe. If someone says the word, everything stops. We back off, cool down and talk it out. Find out what went wrong."

"Oh. That sounds like a really good idea." Henry considered. "What should we use?"

"With my clients, I use Code Black. It's usually the most serious code in any facility, this one included, so it's not something you'd say every day. And it's not something any of us will ignore," Annabeth added.

"Code Black," Henry repeated. "Okay. That I will remember."

Zar nodded. "I'm good with that, too."

"All right then. Serious business out of the way, it's time to play," Annabeth grinned and stood up. She looked from Henry to Zar and back. "Such lovely playthings... how shall I start?"

"We might want to put the table away," Zar suggested. "It takes up a lot of room and, uh, it is not strong enough for strenuous activity."

"Speaking from experience?" Henry asked.

Zauriel suddenly decided the ceiling was the most fascinating thing in the room. Which was answer enough. And also patently false because Annabeth was still in just her bra and panties.

"Tut, tut," Annabeth leaned over and pressed a finger to Zar's mouth. "Did I tell you to speak?"

Zar shook his head.

"I was musing, not asking," Annabeth continued. "But you're right, so I won't punish you... too harshly."

Zar grinned and licked at her finger. Henry felt something lower than his gut tighten.

"Henry, be a dear and help me fold this table? Zar, put away the cards and snacks."

"Yes, Mistress Annabeth," Zar intoned.

He really got into the whole domination thing, looked like. Henry nodded to himself as he set about figuring out just how exactly the table's legs folded in. He could work with the whole dom-sub thing. If it made his partners happy. And honestly, it might feel pretty good to just let go and let someone else make the calls.

Once the room was cleared of the table and chairs and there was room to move around, Annabeth took a moment to examine her winnings. Her words, not Henry's. Not that Henry minded being called a prize. That was good for the ego.

"Shall I have you one after the other? Watch you together? Or shall I enjoy you both... at once?"

Vivid imagery flashed through Henry's imagination. Himself, kneeling over Annabeth and licking her to a screaming orgasm. Touching every inch of that smooth, perfect flesh. Standing by, watching hungrily, as Annabeth rode Zauriel hard. Both of them together, filling her from the front and back, touching, caressing every inch of flesh they could find, hers and each other's.

"Oh, someone likes those ideas," Annabeth stopped pacing around them to stand next to Henry. He could feel her warm breath in his ear. He shivered as she stroked a hand up and down his stomach, trailing her nails just shy of his n*****s.

"You know," she said, "I just don't know... I think I want both of you for my own, but the idea of watching you together is just so, so delicious."

Henry agreed there. He knew Zar agreed. He'd wanted to feed Zauriel fully, not just a blow job but actual intercourse. He wanted to take him, bury himself deep in that hot, willing body. And he wanted to know just how deeply he could take Zar, too. The idea of doing all that with a beautiful woman watching, maybe pleasuring herself to the sight, brought his breath up short and made his underpants painfully tight.

"You like that idea," Annabeth breathed into his ear.

He knew he wasn't supposed to talk, but he couldn't swallow down a whimper of agreement.

"Ahh. Lucky you, I like it too."

She looked over at Zauriel. "But you, my lovely, are far too dressed. Henry dear, do something about that would you?"

Henry grinned and nodded. He stepped in front of Zauriel and undid the button holding his pants on. He knelt and shimmied the tight, soft cloth down the incubus' long legs, enjoying every inch. To Henry's surprise, Zar had underwear on. Not much, just a thong, but that was more than he'd expected. And the thong had tiny hearts screen printed on it, no less.

"How cute, but that has to go," Annabeth said. "Henry? Do the honors."

"Yes, ma'am," Henry agreed and hooked his fingers in the elastic on the sides. Zar's flesh was fever warm under his touch, and he shivered in pleasure as Henry slowly dragged the garment down to his ankles. Henry paused a moment to admire Zar's assets. The incubus was well-formed, and fully erect already.

"Nice. Very nice," Annabeth said, standing over Henry. She stroked a single finger along Zar's p***s, drawing a gasp from him. "Would you like a little taste, Henry?"

"Yes, ma'am, I would. Very much," Henry agreed.

"Then go ahead. But don't come yet, dear Zar. You must be punished for speaking out of term."

"Yes, Mistress."

Henry bent forward and engulfed Zar's member in his mouth, swallowing him down to the hilt. He blessed the succubus who'd taught him how to do this right. Especially when Zar made a helpless little mewl deep in his throat. He'd wrung an involuntary noise out of an incubus. No mean feat.

Annabeth stood behind Zar, tracing her hands along his back and sides, watching Henry with sparkling eyes. When it seemed like even Zar couldn't hold back, she held up a hand.

"Enough, for now. I've decided I want to watch you together first. Henry, have you gotten a chance to take our dear Zar yet?"

"I haven't, ma'am."

"Then prepare him. You do know how to prepare a male lover?"

"I wouldn't have been allowed to take any lover if I didn't know something that basic, ma'am," Henry said.

"Reall? Now that's interesting. Show me what you can do then."