by Ashe Barker
He has me. Absolutely.
“Greedy sub. You’re lucky I’m feeling so generous this evening. David has clearly had a civilising effect on me. Would you like to thank us for allowing you to come before you’ve earned so much as a tingle?”
“Thank you, sir. Both of you. Sirs.”
“You’re welcome.” This from David, who I note has picked up his paddle and now seems ready to resume where they left off. Ewan also moves back into position behind me.
“So wet. Positively dripping. Such a hot, tight cunt. You’ll love being inside her. I always do.” Ewan’s voice is casual, his matter-of-fact style at odds with the intimacy of his observation.
“I’m thinking so too. Nice arse though. Are you sure you don’t want to swap?” David warms to the theme. They both seem content to take a few moments to compare notes on the relative merits of the differing parts of my anatomy. Somehow—I have no idea where I drag the resolve up from—I manage to remain still for their perusal.
My stomach lurches in apprehension. What if Ewan agrees to the switch? Could I do that? It’s only ever been Ewan—there.
“Quite sure. Her arse is mine. Only mine.” Ewan’s tone leaves no room for negotiation.
Thank God!
“Fair enough. I don’t blame you. So, are we ready?” David seems eager to make progress. I find I share his sentiment.
“Yeah.” Ewan pats my bottom. “Charity, I’ll just warm you up first, okay?”
“Yes. Thank you, sir.” I draw in a deep breath as he goes to work on my upturned bottom, showering hard, rapid slaps over every inch of my buttocks and thighs. The first time he did this, I hated it. Now, it’s foreplay, arousing and sensual but just the prelude for what’s to come. I rock from side to side as the tension starts to drain from my body, my clit throbbing in an insistent, pulsing demand for release, despite my recent orgasm. I don’t dare ask them to let me come again. Not yet.
I’m sinking into the familiar submissive haze of contentment when Ewan slows his spanks down.
“Wake up, Charity. I’m starting to think you may not be paying proper attention.” He emphasises his point with a hard slap across my pussy.
“Aagh! Sir, I wasn’t expecting that.” The complaint dies on my lips as Ewan parts my smarting buttocks and inserts a cold butt plug into my arse. It’s well-oiled and slips in fairly readily, despite any lack of direct preparation. He pulls it back out, almost to the tip, then shoves it back in hard.
It feels glorious. Decadent. Quite wicked and deliciously naughty as both doms have an unimpeded view of my arse accepting this intrusion, and my obvious relish for it. Ewan slides the plug back into place until my muscle tightens around the narrow rim to hold it inside me.
“That’ll do for now. Try to relax your muscles and it won’t feel too uncomfortable. Not easy, when you’re being spanked, but I’m sure you’ll manage.” Ewan pauses, then, “David? After you…”
I jerk forward as the first stroke of David’s paddle lands across my right buttock. I barely have time to register it before the second stroke connects with my left cheek, just an instant later. Then the third, then the fourth. Both doms are working in perfect synchronisation to build and maintain a steady, fast tempo. My bottom is ablaze with the searing heat of it, radiating across the already sensitive flesh. By the eighth stroke I start to whimper. I’m trying not to clench down on the butt plug but failing utterly.
They direct their attention to the backs of my thighs, my sit spots. I know I won’t be sitting in any sort of comfort for several days. My fingers latch onto the bedpost, my grip deathlike. This lump of wood is all that prevents me from crumpling to the floor in a heap.
By the time I reach a count of twenty I know I’ll be calling a halt soon. I’ve accepted more than this in the past, but it’s never been so intense. The succession of spanks has never been so rapid, so unrelenting. I can hardly differentiate between the distinct blows raining down on both cheeks of my arse almost simultaneously. All I know is it hurts, and it’s wonderful. And completely terrifying. Who would ever have imagined I could do this? That I could actually want to do this?
The sensation grows, the spanking becoming more deliberate, more focused, building, reaching a crescendo where I know I have to stop it. It’s too much. I open my mouth, only to hear Ewan’s voice.
“Enough.”
The onslaught stops. The sound of silicone slapping against flesh dies, and the only sound in the room is that of my frenzied sobs as I cling to my lifeline, the bedpost. Ewan prises my stiff fingers apart and helps me to straighten before lifting me onto the bed. He lays me on my side, then crouches beside it to kiss me. I reach for him, my palm caressing his cheek where a light sprinkle of stubble is just becoming evident.
“I didn’t say you should stop.”
“You were about to.”
“How do you always know?” At times he seems to be right inside my head, knowing what I’m thinking even before I do.
Ewan smiles. “He taught me well.” He nods in the direction of David, who is laying both discarded paddles on the top of the chest.
I close my eyes. “He did. He surely did.”
* * *
“Okay, that’s the warm-up out of the way. Would you agree your appetite’s nicely whetted, girl?”
I’m lying across the bed as Ewan massages my still tender nipples. My bum is pleasantly sore too, but as long as I remain still that’s fine. Ewan is stretched out next to me, still fully dressed. David is out of my line of sight, though I am aware of his movements behind me—the rustle of fabric, the soft sweep of clothes hitting the floor. He is undressing.
Ewan leans over to kiss me, his lips warm across mine. The kiss is deep, possessing, Ewan’s tongue exploring every space, tasting me. He rolls onto his back, dragging me over on top of him. Now I become the aggressor, though I know this won’t last. For a few moments though I can comb my fingers through his hair, angle my mouth over his. Our tongues tangle together in a crazy, slick dance.
My breasts are pressing against the smooth fabric of his T shirt. My legs, still clad in sheer stockings held up by a garter belt, slide across his denims as I straddle him. The bed dips as David re-joins us.
Ewan breaks the kiss, smoothing my tangled hair from my face. “I need to get undressed, love. David’ll take care of you.”
Before I can ask what he means, he lifts me bodily from him and passes me across the bed. I find myself in David’s arms, the older dom’s lips nuzzling my neck, his hands caressing my sore bottom.
“Is this okay, Charity? Where would you like me to touch you?”
“Everywhere.” I glance across at Ewan, seeking belated permission. He’s the one issuing the instructions here, not me.
His expression reassures me. Here, in this room, now, I belong to both doms. Not equally, that’s been made clear. But David does get to touch me, and I do get to like it.
I’m draped across him, and for an older man he’s in remarkable shape. His chest may not be as solid as Ewan’s, but he’s firm, lean, his muscles are finely honed. His fingers are gentle on my bottom, his touch knowing. The pain is fairly evenly distributed, but there are spots where the pain is more severe. David finds those spots, traces the pattern left by the welts.
I turn my head to catch sight of my reflection in the mirrored wall. My bum is glowing, bright crimson. David’s fingertips leave white trails across my cheeks, which disappear almost immediately. I can just see the finger grip of the butt plug emerging from between my buttocks. It’s a bright purple colour, clashing with the hue of my beaten skin in a bizarre psychedelic contrast. Yellow would have been a better match. The useless, irrelevant thought flutters away.
I bury my nose against David’s shoulder, and I purr.
“You sound content.” Ewan re-joins us on the bed, naked now. He lies next to us and reaches for my cheek. I turn my head to kiss his palm.
“I am. Very. Thank you, sir. Sirs.�
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“Well, I’m sorry to disturb you, but you have work to do.” He hands me two condoms, still in their foil. “Safety first, girl. Would you do the honours, please?”
With some reluctance I push myself onto my knees. I snap the first packet and unroll the latex over Ewan’s solid length. Then I turn to David and repeat the exercise.
“Nice work. Now, turn around and show us your arse. David, would you remove the plug, please?”
“Sure.”
Past modesty, beyond any shred of embarrassment now I turn and present my bottom for David to take hold of the finger grip and tug the plug from my body. I even manage to relax my sphincter to allow it to pass without any real effort on his part. I tense up though as two fingers sink deep into the vacant space, only settling again when I hear Ewan’s soft murmur.
“Okay, love. It’s me. Just a little more lube needed, I think. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Ah, that’s okay then.
He’s quick and business-like now, and finishes his preparations without further delay. His fingers slide from me, the slick oil he’s using now coating my arse and oozing from my hole in readiness. I can feel it trickling across the sensitive lower curves of my bottom.
“Turn around, please, and straddle David.”
Trance-like, consumed by a heady haze of lust, submissive to my very core, I do as he tells me. David’s hands are strong, steady as he manoeuvres my hips into position above his waiting cock. He reaches down to guide the head of his erection into my entrance, then looks up at me poised above him. He winks as he draws me slowly down onto his wide shaft.
“Oh. Oh, sir…” I moan as his girth fills me, stretching me. He’s as big as Ewan; I saw that when I dealt with the condoms. If I didn’t know better I’d say he actually feels bigger, but I know that’s just the angle. Whatever, I’m trembling as my bottom finally comes to rest on his upper thighs and he is seated fully inside me.
“Wriggle around. Let yourself get used to how that feels.” Ewan’s voice, from behind me. I obey, naturally.
Waves of sensation threaten to overwhelm me as I rub against David. The friction inside is incredible, intense. My clit is throbbing. I struggle to resist the urge to reach down and stroke myself, because I know Ewan won’t stand for that. He’s in control here, orchestrating everything.
David manages to remain still, allowing me to adjust and make myself comfortable. I squeeze him, and he smiles.
“That’s nice, love. I’m guessing you’re happy then?”
I nod.
“Okay. So we need you to lean forward against me, and lift your bottom as high as you can but without separating from me. You’ll ease yourself up, almost completely off me, but I’ll make sure my cock stays in you. Just raise your bum up for Ewan now.”
I lean over, pressing my breasts against his chest. I turn my head to lay my cheek on his shoulder.
“That’s good. Turn to face me though. I want to be able to see how you’re doing, and hear anything you say.”
Ah, yes. Safe words. I duly obey.
Ewan’s hands on my hips raise my bum a little higher, while David shifts his position slightly to maintain the connection between us. I know that they are managing all of this now, all I need do is allow my body to go limp and they’ll do the rest. I’m remarkably comfortable at that prospect, relishing my helplessness at this moment. I’m in their hands, and I trust them completely.
Ewan parts my buttocks, and the head of his cock enters my arse. It’s easy, I’m well prepared, slick, lubricated, and utterly relaxed. No force is required.
Ewan shifts a little, and presses forward. More of his cock slides inside my rear hole, and now it does hurt. I was already full, this feels impossible. I let out a small sound, fear rather than real pain. David hears me and lifts his hand. Ewan stops.
“Okay, love. We’ll hold it there for a moment. Breathe in. Now out. Again…” David’s soft, soothing tones have the desired effect. I know both doms are looking out for me, intent on my feelings, my response. They know what they’re doing, and nothing horrible is going to happen to me. I’m in safe hands.
“It’s okay. I’m fine. Thank you.”
I catch David’s almost imperceptible nod, and Ewan resumes the pressure. He pushes again, easing a little more of his cock into me, an inch, then two. He pauses, waits for a few moments, then starts again. This time I let out a long, satisfied moan as my arse opens to accept the entire length of him and he’s seated within me right to the root.
David thrusts upwards, at the same time re-angling me so that I am sandwiched between them, both my holes filled.
Oh. My. Good. God.
I’ve actually done it. They have actually done it. Two cocks inside me at the same time. Incredible.
“Well done, sweetheart. You managed that beautifully. Are you okay?”
Ewan lifts my hair to murmur in my ear. I open my eyes to look at him, his face etched with caring and concern. There’s lust too, arousal of course, but all that is overshadowed by his determination to establish that all is well with me. My heart turns over as I smile back at him. I have no words, so I blow him a kiss.
His answering smile is dazzling. He glances up at David, gives a brief nod.
“That’s good. So now, baby, we fuck you.”
Ewan withdraws his cock, ready to drive it back into me. I gasp as it slides home, my arse offering no resistance at all. At the same time David gives a powerful upwards thrust, his in-stroke timed to coincide with Ewan’s outward one. No words are exchanged between them as they set up a rhythm, perfectly synchronised, intense and relentless. It’s as though the spanking was just the warm-up for this sensual dance between the three of us, our bodies joined in perfect cooperation. Each of them is attuned to my needs, and to the other’s movements. The choreography is flawless.
My nervous system is in overdrive, while my muscles are totally limp. David takes my weight and I lie motionless on top of him, alive to every incredible sensation as they thrust into my receptive body. My clit pulses. I shift, just a fraction as I seek to rub against David. Ewan knows, as he always knows, and he slides his hand between my body and David’s to caress my clit.
My orgasm is there, instant, powerful, unstoppable. I convulse and writhe around both of the solid erections seated within me as Ewan continues to strum my quivering clit. The climax dies away, only to be rekindled as soon as they resume their glorious, pumping strokes.
Ewan is thrusting harder, picking up the pace. David matches it, and I know that neither of them will be long now. As though intent on dragging the last shreds of pleasure from me, Ewan rubs the pad of his middle finger over my clit again, this time instructing me to come and to do it now.
Obedience has become second nature, and this is so easy to do. I surrender to the waves of pure bliss flowing over me, through me, drowning me. I know the moment Ewan holds still for a second before driving his cock deep and holding that position as his semen pumps from him in a flood. Moments later David utters a soft but suitably obscene curse and does the same as my pussy and arse convulse around the pair of them.
“I’ll leave you two alone now.” David has dressed and is preparing to leave. Ewan and I are still naked, entwined together on the bed.
“Okay. We might see you in the bar later.” Ewan offers him a vague wave.
“Maybe.” David smiles at me. “Nice scene, Charity. And it was good to see you again. Another time, perhaps?”
“Yes, of course. Thank you, sir.”
With a final polite nod in our general direction, he slips out and closes the door behind him.
I turn back to Ewan and snuggle up tight.
“Tired?”
I yawn.
“Okay. Take a nap if you like.”
“Don’t we need to get off home? I mean, won’t there be other people wanting to use this room? Don’t you need to get up in the morning? What time is it anyway?”
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��Christ, all these bloody questions. No. No. No. And ten past midnight.”
“What?” I peer at him, confused.
“No, there’s no hurry to leave. And no, there won’t be a queue forming outside. This is an exclusive fetish club, not a shared bathroom in a cheap hotel. The room is ours for as long as we want it. I have a Skype meeting tomorrow afternoon, but nothing more pressing than that. And it’s now nearer to eleven minutes past twelve. So, sleep.”
Well, when he puts it like that. “Oh. Okay then.”
* * *
I wake up sometime later, still naked but alone in the bed. I lift my head to see Ewan, dressed now, seated on one of the spanking chairs. His gaze is locked on his phone, but he must have heard the rustle of the bedding. He glances at me, under his brows.
“Welcome back, sleeping beauty. Feeling more lively now?”
I stretch, work some of the kinks out of my muscles before coming up with an answer. In truth, I feel fabulous, invigorated, energised. Talk about power-napping. My bottom is sore, but I know that part of my anatomy will throb for days. My nipples are uncomfortable, and both my pussy and arse feel well used. As indeed they have been. With some effort I push myself up into a sitting position.
“Yes, sir. I feel fantastic.” I scowl at him, suspicious. “Did you slip me something?”
“Just my cock in your arse. It seems to have had the desired effect though. Ready for home now?”
I nod, casting my eyes around the room to locate my clothing.
“Here.” Ewan reaches down beside his chair and retrieves my leather corset. “Would you like to put this back on, or do you just want to cover up with your coat? You can go out to the car as you are.”
On second thoughts, “Just the coat, please.”