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It wasn't as if Nora was going to be in town for too terribly long this time, and the more she thought about it the more she realized that involving another in her and Jack's playtime was courting danger; her Andrei was a sweet boy, make no mistake, but he was a baby and he was new to this lifestyle and what's more there was always the slight possibility that something might go wrong. While her bodyguards were disposable, her carefully-picked seconds were not, and he was in the latter category.

But she was Nora Gainesborough, and she didn't get nervous, not really, so after making the appropriate arrangements, she had Jack summoned to her place. Until all was well and settled, it'd just be the two of them, and it was in that spirit that she moved to the door, swinging it open before Jack had even finished knocking.

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"That goes without saying, love," she murmured, glancing over her shoulder coyly. "But good can encompass so very many things."

As she sorted through some of her props, then: "I suppose I should clarify. I'm going to display you somehow, but I feel it only appropriate I ask your preferences, since this is a new situation for all of us."

A shiver of anticpation ran through him both at the slight objectification of being put on display and at the fact she was inviting him to express his preferences on how but not giving him a choice about being displayed.

Which was totally as it should be and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Choices were hard, though, when he was on his way down into the mindset of being her good, well-behaved boy, and he had to think hard about what his preferences were, especially since this wasn't an ordinary situation. He wanted to be good for Nora, but he also didn't want to try in any way to drive a wedge between her and Andrei either.

"I think a lot depends," he said slowly, lifting his eyes to hers, "on whether he's likely to get at all jealous. And whether you want him to be. I think, for starters, I should be able to see him, so I can gauge his reaction to things."

Even though he'd often prefer not being able to see his audience, if he had one. It made it easier to slip into subspace. But tonight, he didn't want to slip too far down.

Nora pondered this a moment, tipping her head to one side. "Andrei isn't the jealous sort, I don't think," she mused. "He's a sweet boy, and he'll get... territorial of me, perhaps, but he won't be offended if I pay attention elsewhere." A little shrug. "It's different for us, I think. We're so far from monogamous and everyone here knows it, and I think that does help."

She turned to regard him more closely. "I think I'll spread you out to begin. Would you like that?"

Well, that was a relief. Having never known any other vampires, he hadn't known whether her possessive streak was mostly just her (and the fact that he was her submissive) or whether it was more a vampire thing.

"Good," he murmured, and then smirked, his breath quickening as her attention sharpened. "You know I would," he said warmly, muscles shifting under his skin as if already testing the bonds she was going to tie him with. He always liked being spread out, so helpless and exposed and yet still with plenty of capacity to perform for her.

Oh, it was hardly a trait unique to her. In truth, many vampires could be more possessive than her, though that was often reserved for family and those that had been truly claimed, not just in the on-off arrangement that Nora and Jack had. But Andrei didn't incline that way, and he was no family to Nora, just a coworker and plaything and friend of sorts, so that problem would be avoided.

"Mm, that's what I love to hear from you, darling," she cooed, turning to face him and snapping the coil of rope in her hands. "Standing? We do have some lovely anchors with this bed."

That would certainly be a relief to Jack, who was... not nervous, precisely, but a little wary due to not knowing quite what to expect from Andrei.

He flinched happily at that snap of rope, and grinned widely, flicking a glance towards the bed and then looking back at Nora, his gaze always drawn back to her like a moth to a flame.

"Sounds perfect," he said contentedly, itching for it already but waiting like a good boy for her order to move.

Or for her to move him herself, as she had a thrilling tendency to do.

"Mm, good boy," she whispered, stepping closer. "I'm just going to do your arms for now, I think." And without waiting, she grabbed for one of his wrists, pulled it away from his body and started roping it to one of the tall, tall bedposts.

She'd nearly got the other one fastened to its post before she leaned back in to whisper, "Tight enough?"

There was resistance for only a fraction of a second before he instinctively moved with her, letting her have his arm for securing, the small tension rapidly dissipating as the rope went around his wrist and the bedpost. The rope settled into a very conveniently positioned groove on the post so that once she started on his second wrist he was left delightly spread out and exposed. The waft of air as she leaned in had him shivering even before the whispered question, which had him squirming happily in his bonds, checking how much room he had to manoeuvre, which was... very little. He swallowed, and looked round at her with a grin that was a little less cocky and more just basically excited. "Perfect," he confirmed, shoulder muscles flexing as he settled into position, heartbeat a good bit faster than it had been before.

((OOC: Facing the end of the bed, I assume?))

[Yes, that sounds right.]

She let her hand skim across one arm, then, testing the tie before she repeated the process on the other. "You're so good for me, darling," she murmured, gentling him with strokes down his spine and over his shoulders. "And you make the prettiest picture." She reached to fondle his arse, but before he could get too comfortable with it she'd slipped around front of him, flopped on the bed to regard him with a positively cheeky grin.

"Yes, and you're worth admiring from all angles, too."

The feel of her hands running over his arms, his back, his ass, with apparent affection and yet with a good deal of deliberation too set his skin tingling in anticipation as she woke nerve endings all over his body, warming him up for what was to come.

A soft moan of protest was wrenched from his lips when she swung away, and he blinked down at her for a moment with lust-darkened eyes before smirking slightly. "I do my best," he said, with a faint shrug. Not that he had to work very hard at looking pretty. Most of it was just what he'd been born with.

He let out a slightly shaky breath as her eyes ran over him and he started to think about exactly how much of a view this position afforded a spectator. Definitely on display, from almost every angle.

Nora settled back against the pillows, her robe fanned out to either side and her ankles crossed daintily. This was a display, to be sure, and it went both ways: he was for her to look at, and she was for him to look at, but only one of them had permission to touch.

"All spread out for me," she murmured playfully, tracing a finger over her own lips and biting down on the nail. "For us."

And that was such a cruel tease for him, leaving him strapped there in mid air with barely anything to touch except the wood of the bed frame against his fingers and his thighs, but nothing pleasurable, nothing soft, and nothing that would help at all with the arousal now throbbing in his cock. He stared at her helplessly, lips slightly parted, gaze sliding up her body before locking on that playful finger, following its path with very obvious longing.

"Yes, ma'am," he said breathlessly, and couldn't help his gaze flicking away towards the door, hoping Andrei would get back soon because he didn't know how much of Nora's teasing he could take.

"You're getting impatient, pet," she observed, leaning forward slightly. "He'll be back any moment, I promise. He wouldn't miss this for the world."

As if she'd cued it, she heard the telltale footsteps outside, faint enough that Jack surely wouldn't yet, and she cocked her head to one side as she listened. "Looks like you're getting your wish, love," she mused.

At that slight lean, he leaned forward too in instinctive repsonse, even though he knew he still wouldn't be able to touch. He was just that keyed up, that tuned to her.

He couldn't hear the footsteps yet, but it was fairly obvious what her cocked head signified, and her words made it clearer still. He swallowed, and gazed at the door, eyes dark with excitement, breath quickening as his ears finally picked up the sound of footsteps too.

"Oh, sweet boy," she cooed, grinning. That was just as she liked him, reactive and sweet.

The key started to sound in the lock and Nora's smile grew. "Head up, love. Put on a nice show for me." It was said gently, and she knew it didn't need to be said on one hand, but on the other it always did.

And as the door slid open and Andrei stepped in: "Hello, sweet. I've got you a present."

He drew in a breath and lifted his head, straightening his back and settling his weight a bit more solidly. His eyes were on her, part of the posture, right up until Andrei came in, and then he couldn't resist swivelling them round just a little, just to get his first glimpse of their partner for the evening.

It was a long way, though, from the smirk he would usually give upon meeting someone for the first time. Nude and tied up, the Jack Harkness Andrei got was much more subdued than usual, though there was a very definite glitter of anticipation in his eyes as looked over the third member of their little party.

Andrei looked somewhat a mess (rumpled tie, blood stains on his lips) but it was entirely intentional; this casual attitude contrasted with his stiff posture and clenched jaw (Nora could tell he was trying not to drop fang).

"He's prettier than I expected," he murmured in Russian, raising an eyebrow at Nora.

"Don't be jealous," Nora chided in the same tongue.

Jack could flirt in enough languages to get the gist of Andrei's comment, but he managed to refrain from following through with the instinctive "I'm prettier than everyone expects!" that tried to come to his lips. Nora might be intending to let him dominate Andrei later on, but right now, he was the one in the very submissive position, and he'd promised Nora his very best behaviour.

So he just grinned slightly, eyes twinkling, as he watched them both watching him. He didn't quite get the significance of Andrei's tension, assuming it was just a bit of nerves. He didn't miss the significance of the rumpled tie and blood-stained lips, though, and it made him straighten a little more, very aware that whatever their intended roles this evening, and however implicitly he trusted Nora, he was right now very much at the mercy of two powerful predators who preyed on humans like him.

[Incidentally, this is approximately how I'm imagining Andrei to look?]

Oh, Nora could read that conflict on Jack's face, and she could read the mischief too. Just as she wanted it, really.

"I apologize," she said playfully, rolling her eyes in Andrei's direction. "He forgets sometimes that it's not nice to change languages in front of guests, I think." It was said in a way that indicated that he knew that perfectly well, a rather pointed tone.

But then, more seriously: "Would you like to watch him strip?"

((OOC: Mmm, pretty! :-) ))

Jack's lips twitched at Nora's tone and all it implied, and he glanced at Andrei, wondering just how much Nora let him get away with. He'd never seen her with any of her vampire subs before, but he suspected she wouldn't let them get away with any more than she let him get away with, which wasn't much!

"No problem," he said lightly, and smiled at Andrei. "Nice to meet you." Proving that he, at least, had manners. Besides which, he was pleased to meet him at last, after having spent so long anticipating this.

And then his eyes darkened a shade, flicking back to Nora as she spoke again. "Mm, yes please," he murmured warmly. "I'd like that very much."

Andrei knew well enough to nod politely at Jack, though his gaze continued to travel up and down his body. Nora, truth told, was rather more amused by that than anything.

"You heard that, love," she said softly to Andrei, nodding once at him. "Off with it, please, and artfully."

At that, Andrei let out a soft hum of -- something, and Nora just returned it with a smile, leaning back against the bed once more and watching expectantly until her boy began to unbutton his shirt, work at removing his pants.

Jack's main reaction to that continued appraisal of his body was mostly amusement too. He smiled a little more widely, very confident that Andrei would like what he saw, even while he was also reacting instinctively in other ways: a faint flush colouring his cheeks, a slight quickening of his heartbeat, a very definite sharpening of his attention as Andrei began to obey his mistress. He watched the disrobing with a very similar appraisal to that which Andrei had been giving him, and with a similar appreciation of physical beauty. He also watched Nora watching Andrei, because that was something new, and very enjoyable.

"I'm not going to have any trouble with the two of you playing nice, am I?" Nora asked in a low, teasing voice. She could register the changes in Jack's behavior and the slighter ones in Andrei's, and the combination was rather fascinating.

Andrei, now divested of pants and shoes and working on his shirt more devotedly, shook his head.

Jack flicked her a glance, trying to work out if that was just teasing or a genuine warning, and lowered his gaze anyway with a meek, "No, Ma'am."

As far as he was concerned, he was totally intending to play nice, anyway. Though that didn't mean there wouldn't be teasing of his own, because that was what he did, even from a submissive position.

Oh, it was more teasing -- Andrei was still new enough to this that he didn't often step out of line, at least in any significant way, and especially given his current position she trusted that Jack was going to behave as she wanted him to.

Which wasn't entirely. It wasn't fun if he was perfectly good.

"Mm, thank you," she said sweetly before beckoning Andrei over. "Now, Jack, what would you personally like to be doing to me right at this moment?"