by Ashe Barker, Katy Swann, Rosalie Stanton, Lucy Felthouse, Anarie Brady, Rose C. Carole
“Oh, God.” Not eloquent, but the best I can manage.
Greg stands up and brushes his lips across mine. “Are you ready, girl?”
I shake my head.
He moves behind me, then tangles his fist in my hair to pull my head backward. With his other hand he lightly toys with the chain, sending waves of agonized ecstasy through me. “I think you are ready. Very much so.”
Who am I to argue?
I wince as something soft and warm snakes across my abdomen. “What’s that?”
“A flogger. We chose a nice one for you, soft and light. I think you’ll enjoy this part, Jessie.” Mark’s reassurance fails to convince me and I wait for the next stroke to fall.
It does, this time across my breasts. But he’s right, it’s not unpleasant, and not especially painful, though every nerve ending in my body is quivering. Somehow they have managed to make the anticipation far more extreme than the experience itself. As Greg continues to hold my head back and murmur filthy endearments into my ear, Mark goes to work on my body.
“Such a sweet little slut. You love this, don’t you?” When I fail to respond at once, he tugs sharply on the chain. “Don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“So tell me. Tell us what you want us to do to you next.”
“I want… I need…”
“You want to come, is that it?”
“I… Yes. Yes, Sir. Please…”
“Maybe. Soon. If you beg for it. You will beg, won’t you? Because you’re a dirty, horny little subbie, all hot and wet and dying to come.”
“Yes, Sir,” I moan as Mark continues to lay stroke after stroke across my body. The tendrils of his flogger wrap around my nipples, causing me to squeal and writhe. They catch the dangling chain, sending fresh waves of pain pulsing through my system. They flick my needy, greedy clit and I scream as I thrust my hips forward, seeking more.
“Ah, Jessie, we love the sounds you make when you’re aroused, so wound up you can’t think straight. Such a dirty girl, so greedy, so keen, so demanding. Who would have thought it?” He never relinquishes his grip on my hair, but still manages to snake his free hand around me to flick my clit, then slows his caress to idly circle the tip.
I groan and grind my mound against his palm, seeking the friction that will make everything perfect. Greg chuckles. “She’s loving this, but I reckon she’ll need a serious caning before we’re finished. You just can’t help yourself, can you, little slut?”
“No,” I groan miserably. “Please just do it. Do it!”
He removes his hand from my dripping pussy. “No, I think you can wait a bit longer yet.”
Mark has transferred his attention to my lower body, flogging the fronts of my thighs and now moving back up toward my core. He flicks the strands across my widespread inner thighs now, angling his wrist to catch my clit and pussy. Each stroke is sublime, intense, yet not quite enough. I need them to, to—
“Please, I can’t stand this. I need to come.”
“Wait, Jessie. Wait until we give you permission,” Greg’s tone is stern. He means me to obey him or accept the consequences. I find I’m past caring.
“No, no, I can’t. I just can’t…. Oh! Ohh.” My final moan is one of joyous despair as the inevitable happens and my climax seizes me. I am quivering, my cunt contracting hard, spasming around nothing as Mark continues to flog me and Greg caresses my tortured clit. I hang on the cross, boneless, as waves of pleasure sizzle through me, intense and overwhelming.
Long moments crawl by, the tremors subside, my senses start to settle. Greg is still with me, murmuring something about sweet, naughty, greedy submissives. But he kisses my neck and his voice is rich, warm, like fine brandy.
Fingers are at my ankles, freeing me from the straps. Soon my wrists are released too, and I slump forward to be caught against Mark’s chest. He lifts me as though I weigh next to nothing, and carries me back to our sofa and abandoned drinks. Everything is just as we left it. Marks sits with me on his lap, and I curl my arm around his neck.
“Does that mean six strokes, Sir?” I ask. But I know the answer already.
Greg picks up all three drinks. “Six, girl, and counting. But first… I think we might all appreciate some privacy.”
“Yeah,” agrees Mark. “Let’s get these clamps off, then we’ll move on.”
I wince and grasp his arms as Mark removes the clips from each of my nipples, then he asks me to spread my legs wide for him. I do as he tells me, leaning back against his chest as he reaches around me to loosen the clit clip. He gathers up all the bits and pieces and shoves them in his pocket. “I’ll give you these back before you leave. So, can you walk yet, Jessie, or shall I carry you?”
“I’m fine, I think…” My head has cleared, more or less, and I’m ready for the next round.
Mark chuckles. “You are, sweetheart, damn fine. But oblige me this one time.”
* * * *
He stands effortlessly, cradling me in his arms, then follows Greg along the length of the playroom. The door at the far end gives on to a wide corridor with smaller doors on each side. Greg stops at one and applies a key card to the lock. It clicks, he opens the door, and we enter.
The lighting is soft, seductive, but still bright enough that I can see this room is comfortably appointed as a luxurious fuckpad catering to BDSM tastes. A huge bed dominates, with a range of leather straps dangling from the head and the foot. The duvet is a fresh cream shade that tones with the light purple curtains and lavender deep-pile carpet. A bowl on the dressing table is filled with condoms, tubes of lubricant and tissues. There is a generous selection of sex toys too, gleaming and new in clear plastic wrappers.
Mark sets me on my feet and immediately I sink to my knees. This is the first time I have knelt for them, but it feels exactly right. I bow my head and place my hands palm up on my thighs, and I await instructions.
Neither man speaks to me, but I am intensely aware of their presence as they move around the room. They undress, dropping their clothes on the floor beside the bed. I sneak surreptitious glances, and my pussy spasms at the sight of two seriously impressive cocks, erect, hard for me. I am wet, hopelessly drenched, as I anticipate what I know comes next.
Greg sits on the bed and leans forward to cup my chin in his hand. He tilts my face up toward his. “Come here, Jessie.” He shuffles back across the mattress, beckoning me with the fingers of both hands to follow him.
I rise to my feet and step forward to kneel on the bed beside him. I try not to stare at the powerful-looking erection jutting from a neat thatch of blond hair.
“Straddle me, and lean forward.”
I shift to position my knees on either side of Greg’s, then place my hands on his shoulders and tilt my body toward him. He reaches for me and draws my face down to kiss me. I open for him, then suck on his tongue as it dances between my teeth. The caress of a warm hand across my upturned bottom causes me to groan in heady anticipation. Mark reaches between my thighs to draw his hand along the length of my slit, wiping the moisture there back toward my ass. He twirls his finger around the receptive ring of muscle as I roll my hips from side to side.
“Ready for this, Jessie?” Greg breaks the kiss to murmur against my lips.
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper in response. “Very ready.”
“Good. In that case, could you do the honors with the condoms please?” He produces two foil packets from the pillow behind him and hands them to me.
I straighten and take them from him.
“Me first, then you can lower yourself onto my cock.”
I nod, and snap open the first condom. I’m concentrating hard as I roll it down over Greg’s wide cock. He growls at me to get on with it, but I take my time as I enjoy the feel of his solid, smooth shaft and the flaring head beneath my fingers. He closes his eyes and he leans back on his elbows as I draw out the task.
“Jessie, I can always add on more strokes,” he warns.
I smile, but I kno
w better than to push my luck with these two Doms. Playtime is over, so I lift myself up and move into position above his erect cock, then lower my body until the head is poised between my pussy lips.
Greg narrows his eyes at me, warning me not to keep him waiting. I sink slowly onto him, gasping as his length fills and stretches me. I close my eyes as my cunt contracts and clenches, and I wonder how long I might hold out before I lose the slender hold I have over control of my body.
“Kiss me again, girl.” Greg’s command is delivered in a low, rasping growl.
I lean forward and lay my mouth across his, this time thrusting my tongue between his lips. He sucks on it and wraps his arms around my shoulders to pull me in closer. It occurs to me that Mark must have won the toss, though Greg seems to have warmed to his part in the proceedings, too.
There’s a warm splash of lube between the cheeks of my bum, and I groan as Mark inserts two slick fingers deep into my ass. Greg slides his hand between our bodies to lay his middle finger over my clit. He rubs soft, insistent circles that cause my pussy to tighten around him. I roll my hips, squeezing down hard as I fight to control the intense, demanding spikes of arousal.
“Sir, if I come by mistake…”
“That’s okay, Jessie. You have permission to climax now, as often as you like.”
“Yeah, it’ll be easier to get my cock inside you if you’re distracted by your own orgasms.” Mark treats me to a third finger, and swirls them deep within me, coaxing my rear hole to open for him. At the same time Greg massages my swollen clit, and in seconds I’m convulsing helplessly, coming on his cock as my other Dom finger-fucks my ass.
I collapse, limp, onto Greg’s chest, just dimly aware of him reaching for my hips to tilt my bottom upward. Mark moves in behind me, and his cock nudges my anus.
“The condom…” I breathe.
“Done. We’re fine. Relax,” Greg reassures me, stroking my hair as Mark presses forward.
I push back, more by instinct than real intent, and in seconds the head of Mark’s erection stretches me wide. It hurts. With my pussy filled as well it’s too much. I let out a low whimper.
“Hold it a second.” Greg’s tone is soft, but Mark waits. “Okay, she’s steady now. Go on.”
The pressure increases. Mark nudges forward, slow but sure, forcing me to accept every demanding inch of him. Twice more Greg halts him, to give me time to adjust. I don’t know how he can tell, but on each occasion he has it exactly right. At last Mark’s thighs nudge my buttocks, and I know he is fully inside me.
“How are you doing, girl?” Greg tilts my chin up, holding my gaze.
“I-I’m okay, I think…”
He nods. “Yeah, I reckon you are.” He glances over my shoulder and gives a brief nod.
Mark slides back out of me, then back in. The stroke is long and smooth. My body feels impossibly full. I’m stretched tight around the pair of them, impaled and unable to move, and with no wish to do so in any case. I rest my cheek on Greg’s chest and I tremble with the sheer and powerful emotion of what’s happening to me.
Mark holds still as Greg lifts me up then lets me back down around his solid length. My pussy quivers around him, the friction both delicious and near to overwhelming. It’s intense, incredibly so. A fierce passion seizes me, I’m gripped by it, quivering within its grasp as Mark withdraws again. I can’t think, I can hardly manage to draw in my next breath. I can focus on nothing but this powerful connection between the three of us. Mark thrusts back into me as Greg insinuates his fingers between our bodies to stroke my clit again.
The impact is instantaneous, my climax exploding around both solid rods. Mark lets out a muffled curse and grips my hips hard to hold me still as he drives his cock into me again. Then it’s Greg’s turn to draw back and spear me, once, twice, a third time.
“Oh, God, that’s…that’s…” I have no words for the deep sense of satisfaction, the total and utter fulfillment of being taken by both Doms at the same time.
They don’t seem to require words, from me or from each other. Mark and Greg set up a rhythm, alternating their strokes as I writhe and moan between them. I lose count of how many times I come, but Greg’s fingers hardly leave my greedy clit as I milk every last shiver and twist of sensation from this. The bliss of this double fucking seems to continue for hours, though in truth I have little sense of reality now. I’m lost, a receptacle to be used, filled, pleasured. A slut to be fucked.
I reach for something, anything. Greg grasps my hand and laces his fingers between mine to draw my arm behind my back. Mark’s palm covers both of ours, reinforcing the common experience, the shared and profound thrill in this moment of absolute bliss.
Greg’s cock lurches. He thrusts hard, almost brutal in his demands. I clench my inner walls around him, around them both, and Mark swears again.
“Holy fuck, that feels bloody wonderful. So fucking good…”
“Tell me about it. Ah, fuck…” Greg’s features are contorted, his eyes tight shut as he finds an extra gear to fuck me harder still.
Mark, too, picks up the pace, though they never lose their synchronized rhythm. He reaches his climax first. One final, deep and driving thrust, then he holds still for several seconds before slumping forward to drape himself around my back. He shoves my hair aside to kiss my neck, muttering something about the best fuck ever.
Greg is just seconds behind him. He lifts me then slams me down hard. He holds me in place as his cock pulses inside me, then shoots ribbons of warm cum into the condom. The heat penetrates the latex, and the intimacy of this moment delights me.
Mark is first to move. He pulls out of me, peels off the condom and does whatever he has to, then rolls to lie alongside us, face down. Greg lifts my body from his and places me between him and Mark. He, too, disposes of his condom, then wraps his arms around me.
“Jesus, girl, that was so hot. So fucking beautiful. I could almost forgive you for your carelessness earlier, but a promise is a promise and you need a caning. You’d never respect a Dom who went back on his word, would you?”
I might. Certainly I’d be prepared to try, but I keep that observation to myself. “No, Sir. But could we just stay here for a bit, first?”
He kisses my hair. “As long as you need, Jessie girl. We’re in no rush. Right, Mark?”
Mark manages a reasonably expressive grunt, his sole contribution to the discussion.
I may have been asleep, I’m not certain. When next I open my eyes, both men are fully dressed, though I somehow seem to have found my way into Mark’s arms. He holds me close against his chest, his fingers idly combing through my tangled hair. I lift my chin to regard him.
“Is it time?”
“Mmm, probably. You ready?”
I nod, though reluctantly.
“Problem, Jessie?” Mark lifts one dark eyebrow.
“No, Sir, except…”
“Jessie?” He tips my chin back up when I would have looked away. “Tell us.”
“It’s just, I don’t want this evening to end, but it will, when you cane me. I hate that I won’t be able to continue after.”
“You know we’ll never do anything to you without your consent, don’t you?” This from Greg, who has come to sit next to us on the bed. “You can say no.”
I shake my head, but say nothing more. They know, we all know, that discipline is part of this thing we have, this wonderful, sensual, satisfying thing we do. The caning is a part of it, as crucial as the fucking is. We need to do it. I need them to do it, to maintain the balance and set me free.
I manage a small, rather shaky smile. “The basement? Your dungeon?”
Mark smiles at me. “No, we decided to stay here. Doms’ discretion.”
I heave a little sigh, relieved to at least have the benefit of privacy. On another occasion, perhaps an audience would augment the arousal, make the experience yet more intense for me. But for this final chapter of our time together, other people would intrude on the intimacy and t
rust we’ve started to build throughout the course of this incredible evening. They appear to have arrived at the same conclusion.
“That’s kind of you, Sir. Both of you.”
“Our pleasure, little sub.” Mark sits up, bringing me with him. “We’ll be wanting you over the foot of the bed. Will we need to tie you in place?”
I think for a moment, then shake my head. “I can do it, I think. I’d like to try, anyway.”
“Good girl.” Greg stands up and moves across to the dressing table. He picks up a narrow rattan cane. I never noticed it earlier—perhaps they had it brought up here from the dungeon. He tilts his chin in the direction of the foot of the mattress. “Let’s be getting on with this then.”
I scramble across the bed and stand on the carpet at the foot of it, then I lean forward and tuck my arms underneath me.
“Good. Keep them there. So, six strokes. You’ll take three from me, then Mark will finish off.”
“Yes, Sir,” I reply. “Do I need to count?”
Mark chuckles. “In my experience, subs are crap at counting, especially when they’re on the receiving end of a decent caning. We’ll count, you just say thank you after each stroke. Okay?”
“Yes, Sir,” I agree again, cringing against the bedding under my nude body. My bottom is still sore from the paddling earlier. I’m not at all certain how awful this is going to be, and despite my brave words of just moments ago, I’m deathly scared. This is punishment. This is not intended to be pleasurable. This is going to hurt like fuck.
Greg takes a hank of my hair in his fist and turns my face toward him. He bends over beside me to kiss my mouth. His gorgeous green eyes are soft as he offers me a brief smile. “You have courage, little sub. We like that.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, wondering if courage will be quite enough to get me through this.
Greg straightens and gives my vulnerable bottom a light tap with the end of the cane. “So, are you ready?”