All three of them shared a significant look as they touched glasses. It was hard to tell if Beth was messing with them, somehow.
"Go on, sit," said Beth, pushing Chrissy over to the table.
"Hey, what about the chef?" asked Mark. "Where's my drink?"
Beth spoke back as the three of them sat down. "You get yours once these so-called world class pancakes are done, honey."
"Fair," he said, his smile back. "Tough, but fair!"
"I'm sorry... Um, what is happening?" Chrissy asked, complete confusion still stuck on her face.
"We're making you an early brunch."
"Isn't that just breakfast?" asked Kevin, with humor in his voice. He was glad he decided to give into the absurd situation.
"Well, then it would feel weird drinking this Mimosa," replied Beth, dry humor in her voice. "But an early brunch? No problem."
"Salesmen are all boozehounds, you see," said Mark, pouring batter into the pan. "Kev, you want bacon?"
"Don't be sexist, Mark," said Beth.
"Ah, right- I mean salespeople."
Beth rolled her eyes again. "Mark, I mean, ask Chrissy if she wants bacon, too."
"I was going to! Bacon, Chrissy?"
"... sure." Chrissy did not yet have the power to wrap her head around this situation.
Kevin couldn't help but smile. Seeing the perfect Beth and Mark gently quibble back and forth made them seem so... human. It was easy to forget that fact when just looking at their perfect features. The bacon sizzled, filing the apartment with that amazing smell.
"Chrissy, I'm making yours first. Do you want anything in or on your pancake? Maybe fruit? Or..." Mark shot her a significant look. "Chocolate?"
Chrissy's eyes lit up. Her love of chocolate was legendary. "Chocolate?"
Mark smiled at her before turning back towards the pan. "I'll take that as a yes to chocolate."
In what seemed like no time at all, Mark put a short stack of pancakes in front of Chrissy. They contained a generous amount of chocolate chips, both in and on the pancakes. He stood just over her shoulder, pouring on the syrup himself. She looked up at him, clearly drinking him in, enjoying how close he was above her, looking at his muscular arms
"Enjoy," he said to her with that crooked smile.
She watched him walk back to the kitchen, very obviously enjoying that the apron did not cover his muscular back.
She cut and took a bite of the pancake. She looked genuinely surprised before saying, "This is amazing."
"See?! Told you. Thin!" yelled Mark from the stove.
Kevin smiled as she ate with sudden vigor. "Be honest with me," he said, quietly so only Chrissy and Beth could hear, "How much hotter is he now that you know he can cook?"
Chrissy froze mid bite, her face flush at how clearly Kevin could read her thoughts.
Kevin and Chrissy heard an unexpected chortle from Beth, a sound they had never heard before. She covered her mouth with her hand, but you could tell from her eyes she was stifling a bigger laugh. "Chrissy, you have chocolate on your nose."
Chrissy, overwhelmed by the amount of things she was embarrassed by at this moment, simply took her napkin and buried her face in it. Kevin and Beth both laughed, but Kevin quickly leaned in to kiss the top of Chrissy's head.
The morning continued like this- full of warm conversation, laughter, teasing and fun. This was a new dynamic they were discovering- before this, they were simply roommates. They lived with each other out of convenience. But they rarely had a meal together, let alone a homemade one.
It seemed like, thought Kevin, this part of their relationship was changing as well.
After they all ate their fill, a natural and comfortable silence filled the room. Kevin knew he had to take this moment to ask- to talk about the elephant in the room.
"So," he said carefully, "What was all this? Not that we don't appreciate it, but... you know. Why?"
Mark looked at Beth, who sipped the last of her Mimosa before responding. "I don't think we should talk too much about the... details. Of what's happening between us and why. Of the game we're playing. We don't want to ruin the... Well, we want things to unfold naturally. Don't you agree?"
Kevin and Chrissy nodded.
"Six days a week, the game is on. We get to play with you however we like." Both Kevin and Chrissy secretly shivered at the implied power over them they had. "But one day a week, we want to show you our... appreciation. We'll take this time to show you our gratitude for being..." The twinkle of hunger was back in her eyes. "... good. For being a good boy for me, and for being his good girl."
Kevin noted the look Mark was giving Chrissy- intense eye contact with that slight smile. Beth also seemed to be devouring Kevin with her eyes.
"Well, needless to say, we appreciate it," said Kevin. His voice lost a bit of its confidence under Beth's gaze. "And it makes sense."
"But it's not all out of the goodness of our hearts," Beth continued. The warmer, friendlier tones she had adopted during the meal were slipping away. She was back to her intimidating self. "It's important to me that you understand that you can walk away from this at any time. We'll still be friends- we can even make brunch a weekly thing, even if you decide you don't want to play the game anymore. It doesn't turn me on if you feel like you're forced to play, forced to do what I say. That doesn't make me feel powerful."
Beth stared at Kevin, but he knew the words were meant for them both. He asked the obvious follow up. "So what does?"
"Knowing that you don't have to, you can walk away anytime, and you still choose to... obey. We're not forcing you to do anything. No gun to your head. We're letting you choose, without consequences... and every time, you choose us. Because that's how bad you want it. It's how bad you both want it."
There was obvious and intense sexual chemistry in the air, between Chrissy and Mark, as well as Kevin and Beth.
Chrissy looked flush, unable to break eye contact with Mark. "I thought today... the game was off."
"Yes, the game is off. We won't try to break your Rule today. But there's plenty of fun we can have without breaking it, can't we?" Beth reached across towards Mark, until her hand slowly disappeared under the table. She took a finger and gently moved his leg until his lap was turned towards Chrissy.
Kevin couldn't see what Chrissy saw since Mark was across the table from him. But her eyes were immediately drawn down and she bit her lip. Mark, very obviously, must have had an erection that was having an effect on Chrissy.
Beth's arm moved back and forth, rubbing what Kevin could only assume was Mark's cock above his jeans. Beth and Mark both locked their eyes on Chrissy, though she continued to stare at Mark's lap.
Kevin felt his own erection press against his jeans, slightly humiliated he wasn't able to see this display, and of course, humiliated that his girlfriend was so aroused at his roommate.
"What do you think of it?" asked Beth, seductively, still rubbing up and down.
"I think I..." The trance that held Chrissy suddenly broke, and she glanced over at Kevin, eyes worried.
"Don't look at him," said Beth, voice smooth and silky. "Look over here. Look down. Look at what Mark has for you. Look at what you did to him."
Chrissy couldn't resist, looking down again. "Oh, god."
"So what do you think of it?" Beth repeated.
"It... it drives me crazy. I love it."
"Does it make you wet?"
"It does."
"My boyfriend's cock makes you wet?"
"Yes, Beth." Chrissy was beginning to sound like she was in a trance.
There was a slight pause here. The only sound was Beth's hand rubbing on Mark's pants. Chrissy could not take her eyes away. Kevin felt a bit like a fly on the wall for this, but he didn't mind.
Beth continued, glancing over at Kevin. "Did your boyfriend tell you about how he pleased me under my desk?"
"Yeah, he... told me the story."
"Did you think it sounded hot?"
"It did sound hot," said Chrissy, genuinely.
"Were you jealous?"
"A little bit. Partially." Chrissy thought about it. "I mean, it was the first time my boyfriend fooled around with someone else, so..."
"No, Chrissy. Don't be silly. That's not what I mean." She leaned towards her. "I'm not asking if you were jealous of me. I don't care about that. I'm asking if you were jealous of Kevin."
Chrissy blushed.
"Did you think about how lucky he was to be shoved under a desk and face fucked? Did you fantasize about that situation, except it was you under the desk and Mark on the phone? Did you imagine Mark on an important call, practically ignoring you, while you are slobbering on his cock like a good slut? I want to know- after you heard that story- were you jealous of Kevin?"
Kevin felt his cock jump in his jeans.
"I was," said Chrissy quietly.
Beth smiled at her. "I thought you would be. Now look over at your boyfriend." Chrissy did, making eye contact with Kevin. They both noted the other's heavier breathing and obvious state of arousal. "Not there. Look down." Chrissy looked down at the tent in his pants. Undoubtedly when she looked at Mark like this, it made Mark feel powerful. But the way she looked down at Kevin made him feel embarrassed. "Is he hard?"
"Yes," answered Chrissy.
"And what do you think of it?"
"I love it."
Beth smiled. "That's very sweet. But does it make you wet?"
Chrissy hesitated. "It... has done things that make me..."
Beth shook her head. "Does his cock make you wet, Chrissy? Like Mark's? Come on, tell the truth. You know he loves it."
Chrissy shook her head. "No," she said, genuinely. Kevin felt his cock pulse.
"Well, Mark did such a good job with brunch, didn't he? Look back at him." Chrissy looked back, but knew immediately to look down to his cock. "I think he deserves a reward, don't you? Don't you think he should get something?"
"Yes," hissed Chrissy.
"I think I should stack up the last of the pancakes in front of him so he can eat his fill. And I think while he's doing that, you should be under the table, sucking his big dick. Just how Kevin was pleasuring me. You'll be stuffed under the table, like his slut, slobbering all over his cock while he eats like a king."
Chrissy looked flush, totally lost in lust. She nodded. She wanted it, bad, Kevin could tell.
"But you could always walk away," suggested Beth. "Go back into your room with your boyfriend, who I'm sure would go down on you for the rest of the day. Go back to being a good, wholesome girl. No hard feelings from us, it's totally up to you. It's totally under your control.
"Or... do you want Mark that bad? So bad you'd actually turn to your boyfriend, right now, at the kitchen table, and tell him that you want to suck his roommate's dick? Tell him... I'm sorry, but I need a big cock to make me feel like a slut, and you don't measure up. Do you want it that bad? Show me. Show me what you really want."