by Leah Brooke
Her juices ran free, coating her thighs even more. Her pussy and ass clenched, the muscles in her stomach so tight it hurt. “I’m s–sorry, Master.”
Even her voice sounded raw and gravelly. Her blindfold had become soaked with tears of frustration, whimpering cries still pouring out of her when Royce released her folds, and with slow deliberation, slid a finger over her clit.
The perfect touch.
No fumbling. No angry demands to know what the hell she wanted.
She’d never felt like this. She never even knew this side of her existed.
She’d dreamed, but never really believed that it could be this way.
Fantasy and reality became one.
Thrusting her breasts out, she parted her thighs, silently offering him everything.
She was his, theirs, in ways she’d never even known about.
She wanted to give them everything. She wanted to take everything from them. She wanted more.
She wanted all.
In less than a minute, she found herself flat on her back on a padded leather table, the leather cool under her heated flesh. Royce adjusted her position so that her head dangled back over the edge and his cock pressed at her lips.
“Open.”
Eager for the taste of him, and excited to give him the same fulfillment she’d given King, she parted her lips, moaning at the taste of the moisture at the tip as she took the head of his cock inside.
He belonged to her as she belonged to him, and she desperately wanted to please him.
With slow, shallow thrusts, Royce worked his cock into her mouth, the head of it pressing dangerously close to the back of her throat.
“Since you can’t remember to call me Master, maybe it’s better if you don’t talk at all.”
A hint of teasing in his harsh tone, followed by another groan, enhanced the closeness that had begun to form between them, easing her fears and increasing her excitement.
His hand pressed flat on her belly, holding her in place while King moved to stand between her thighs. With a ruthlessness she wouldn’t have expected from the man who’d just held her so tenderly, King spread her legs high and wide, attaching her knees to padded stirrups.
She never knew what to expect from either one of them, their rapid mood changes keeping her on her toes.
He folded the end of the table down so that her bottom hung slightly off the edge, leaving her clit, pussy, and puckered opening tilted high and wide open and available for whatever he wanted to do to her.
Squirming as the air caressed her slit, she whimpered, wanting more.
Shaking, she fisted her hands, moaning as she sucked Royce harder. She wanted to drive him wild, wanted to give him more pleasure than anyone had ever given him before.
The feel of the whip caressing her breasts made her gasp, and had her automatically reaching to cover them, only to discover that her wrists had been secured to the top of the table.
Finding herself in yet another extremely helpless position, she writhed on the leather table, unsurprised that she could hardly move at all. Unused to being restrained, she couldn’t believe how much struggling against her bonds excited her. No matter how much she fought, she couldn’t protect herself, and could do nothing to hide anything from them.
She couldn’t escape the pleasure, the greatest fantasy of all.
They kept her exposed, and being blindfolded prevented her from bracing against whatever they decided to do to her. The uncertainty added another level to her excitement.
Sex had always been predictable. With few exceptions, she knew what came next.
Royce and King proved far from predictable.
She ran her tongue over Royce’s cock, stroking the thick heat, breathing heavily at the feel of the whip moving over her. Like a threatening caress that made her skin quiver beneath each decadent stroke, it enthralled her, focusing her attention on the smooth slide of it over her skin.
When it struck her, she cried out at the shock of it, breathing even heavier when it began to caress her again. She never knew when it would strike, and even though it didn’t hurt much at all, it heated her skin and kept her on edge, unsure when or where the whip would deliver another sting.
“Your mouth is incredible. Little by little, we’ll teach you to take our cocks into your throat. Don’t panic. Just breathe through your nose.”
Fighting against her bonds excited her, and she could tell by the firmness of Royce’s and King’s hands and the rough growl in their voices, that they liked her struggling just as much.
King danced his fingers through her folds, an unexpected pinch to her clit forcing a cry from her. “You can struggle all you want but you can’t move an inch. Look at this clit, all shiny and swollen. Nice and red. This pussy and ass are just begging for attention, aren’t they?”
Royce slid his cock free from her mouth, using his thumb to press against her bottom lip. “What’s my name?”
Her need to rebel against addressing him in such a way made her hesitate, a hesitation that earned her a tug at both nipples. She fought as he pulled them, her struggles only intensifying the sharp pain.
Panting through the pain, she stopped resisting. “Oh, God. Master. You’re my Master.”
“Very good.” Releasing her nipples, he placed his hands over her breasts, warming them with his palms. “And you belong to us. Every inch of you belongs to us to use as we wish. Is that right?”
Shaking, she tried to listen for King, wondering what he planned to do. She couldn’t hear him, but pictured the two of them, one at her head and the other between her thighs, their eyes on her body spread out for their pleasure. Swallowing heavily at the mental picture, she whimpered again. “Yes, Master. I’m yours and Master King’s to use as you wish.”
“This mouth is mine to fuck?” He lifted his hands from her breasts, using the tips of his fingers to dance over her nipples and sending even more sensation shooting to her clit.
“Yes, Master.”
“Yes, Master, what?”
Brenna couldn’t believe he would make her say it. Impatient for relief, she struggled harder, the words coming out in a rush. She needed to come. She needed their touch. Anywhere. Everywhere.
“Yes, Master, my mouth is yours to fuck.”
She’d barely gotten the words out before the head of his cock passed her lips and over her tongue, his short thrusts coming quickly now.
Ravenous for the taste of him, and desperate to gain some sort of control, she sucked him hard, closing her lips tight on him to drive him as quickly as she could to the edge.
Thrilling at the deep groans coming from him, she shivered at the fingertips tracing over her mound.
A finger pressed into her pussy, shocking her and making her lose concentration until Royce pinched her nipples.
“Suck. Focus, Brenna.”
Her pussy clamped down on the finger inside her, a moan escaping at the press of it against a spot inside her that never failed to drive her wild. She tried to rock her hips to get King to move, just as Royce came with a groan and pushed his cock deeper, his fingers moving through her hair. Her body gathered, her pussy clenching hard on King’s finger, the sensation growing stronger when King delivered a series of light strikes of the whip to her clit.
Jolting at each one, she used her legs to rock on the table, moaning around Royce’s cock. Her nipples, still tender from the clips, beaded so tightly it hurt. Her stomach muscles trembled with the effort to absorb the bombardment to her senses, so many she couldn’t process them all.
The hot tingling began with no warning, her clit pulsing with every beat of her heart.
She burned, her clit feeling ten times its normal size. Struggling against her bonds, she swallowed once more as Royce withdrew from her mouth, her cries of completion sounding weak and primitive to her own ears.
The pleasure grew and exploded, the tingling heat of it rolling through her until she even felt it in her toes. Her body tightened, straining against her bo
nds as her orgasm washed over her.
Too hot. Too strong. Her clit throbbed. Pain. Pleasure. She didn’t know. She just knew it had to be the most incredible thing she’d ever felt. Nothing existed except coming, the slow, rolling waves of it seemingly never ending.
After one last thrust, King withdrew his finger, running a hand over her quivering abdomen. “Beautiful. Now, Red, you’re going to get fucked.”
Brenna fought for air, her body still shaking. She’d never even suspected she could come more than once, but knew she couldn’t take another.
“I won’t. Be able. To come again. I’m sorry.” She couldn’t catch her breath. She wanted to close her thighs, to close against the extreme sensations. She needed to protect herself, to curl into a ball until she could settle.
It appeared, though, that Royce and King had other plans.
Royce released her hands and cupped her breasts, toying with her nipples despite her struggles to get away. “Who told you that? We’re not done with you yet, darling. Have you forgotten my promise to stretch that ass?”
“Oh, God! Please. You can’t be serious. I burn everywhere. I can’t stop shaking.”
Limp and drowsy, her body still trembling, she found herself turned over to her belly, her hands once again attached to the top of the table.
They somehow adjusted the table, raising her ass high in the air, her knees spread wide and attached with leather straps to either side of the table.
Her puckered opening tingled with awareness, making her clench there, but her thighs had been spread too wide for her attempts to close against them to be effective. It didn’t matter. If they wanted to touch her there, fill her there, she knew she wouldn’t be able to stop them.
Her body was there to play with and use for as long as they wanted, and for the first time it hit her how seriously Royce and King took their pleasure.
She could feel it in their touch, hear it in their voices and in their breathing.
They thrived on this.
When the leather beneath her breasts fell away, she squealed in surprise, alarmed now that it left her breasts hanging free—and once again vulnerable. She couldn’t keep from struggling, the fight against her bonds exciting and intensifying the fantasy of being taken against her will.
She struggled even harder when a clamp was attached to first one nipple and then the other, the weight of them tugging her nipples, a sensation that intensified with every movement.
“No. Stop. Let me go.”
Royce slapped her ass. “No. Beg Master King to lube your ass while he fucks your pussy. If not, when I put the plug in, it’s going in dry and it’s going to hurt even more.”
“No. Leave my ass alone.” Something inside her demanded that she fight, the thrill of defying them and struggling to get away an added bonus and something she’d never realized she needed. “Don’t touch me there. My ass is off-limits to you.”
Her ass tingled with awareness, and she hoped they would realize how desperately she wanted to be forced to accept them there.
No one else had ever dared, and asking for it would never give her the same thrill as having her ass taken.
She didn’t know why, but the weaker she became, the need to fight grew stronger. Secure in the knowledge that she could end it all with her safe word, and that short of that, they wouldn’t stop no matter what she said, she let herself go, finding her control stripped from her despite her best efforts.
Being restrained and forced freed her in ways she could never have imagined. She could fight all she wanted to and they wouldn’t let her get away.
Royce laughed coldly. “Still some fight in you? There won’t be by the time we’re done. And we are taking that ass, Brenna. How much it hurts is up to you.”
Her squirming increased the tugs at her nipples, each sharp pain sending more heat to her slit. Her pussy and ass clenched, both desperate for attention.
“No. Leave my ass alone.”
With a speed that forced her breath from her, King thrust his cock into her pussy. “That’s no way to speak to your Masters. Apologize right now.”
Brenna kicked her feet, desperate for him to move. Several slaps of the whip over her raised bottom only made the heat stronger. She clenched on him repeatedly, needing the friction of his cock moving over her inner walls.
“Please. Fuck me. Please. I need to come.”
She’d lose her mind if she didn’t come soon. She didn’t even remember when her satisfaction at coming had ended and her arousal began again, but she suddenly found herself on the brink of yet another orgasm.
She couldn’t seem to stop. No matter how they touched her, her body responded whether she wanted it to or not.
Tears stung her eyes, wetting the blindfold as the tingling heat became unbearable.
“I’m sorry, Masters. Please move. Please take me.”
King rubbed her ass, sliding a finger down to caress her puckered opening, which instinctively squeezed tight in defense.
“Beg me to lube your ass.”
She couldn’t believe they would make her do this, but it seemed they wanted her complete surrender. They wanted her to beg to have the most intimate place on her body used as they wished.
“Please, Master, lube my ass.”
“Of course, honey.”
A firm finger, slick with lube, forced its way into her ass just as King began to fuck her pussy.
The dual invasion felt like nothing she’d ever experienced before. Her nipples swayed with every thrust, the painful tug adding to the pleasure. His finger felt huge in her ass, the tight ring of muscle stretching wide as he moved his finger around, lubing her ass good.
He was in there, stroking her most intimate place as if he owned it.
She struggled, unable to adapt to the stark intimacy, but she couldn’t stop him. She could only take it. Whimpering at the feel of him using her in such a way, she couldn’t stop clenching on his cock and his finger, making the sensation of having her ass invaded even more extreme.
“She’s fucking tight.” King’s voice sounded more ragged with tension than ever.
Royce ran a hand over her back. “I know, but she’s defiant. I’m not going to use the smaller plug. Maybe wearing this up her ass for the rest of the night will get through to her.”
King fucked her in earnest, the smooth, deep thrusts of his cock taking her closer and closer to the edge. With her ass high in this position, his thrusts went deep, the finger he held deep inside her ass making his huge cock feel even larger.
“I think she should have her ass plugged often.”
“Agreed. There’s nothing like a full ass to remind a woman that she’s owned. Impaling her ass seems to be the most effective way to deal with our sub’s defiance.”
Brenna couldn’t help it. Just the thought of having them shove things in her ass excited her so much, she clamped down on King’s cock and his finger, the huge waves of release washing over her in a rush.
Crying out her pleasure, she tried to buck, but her restraints made it impossible to move. The tingling heat raced from her ass to her pussy and clit, and then to her breasts and back again. She couldn’t stop coming, even when King groaned and surged deep, withdrawing his finger from her ass to grip her hips tightly.
Shaking uncontrollably, she started to come down, alarmed that her ass clenched with anticipation for Royce’s attention.
She’d learned long ago that the mind was the most powerful erotic tool, but she’d never believed it as strongly as she did now. Royce and King had mastered that aspect of it, giving her just enough information to keep her body humming with expectation.
She also trusted that they would do what they said, which meant she was getting a butt plug shoved up her ass whether she wanted it or not.
The only thing that could stop it was using her safe word, and that had long ago ceased to be an option for her.
She sucked in a breath as King withdrew, knowing that an even more decadent invasion awaited her
.
Royce took his place between her thighs, running a hand over her ass, his fingers dangerously close to her puckered opening.
“Beautiful.”
The fact that he could see everything didn’t embarrass her as much as it had earlier, but she still wiggled, feeling his heated gaze over her most intimate places.
He laughed softly. “You can move all you want, but you can’t get away. This plug is going up your ass. You could have had a smaller one, but you’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you?”
Brenna bit her lip, her breathing ragged as she waited for the plug to touch her.
Instead, a sharp slap landed on her ass. “I asked you a question. Either you answer me, or I’m going to whip this delicate little opening before I shove an even bigger plug into you.”
Trying to hold back the rush of excitement at what he expected from her, Brenna swallowed heavily. “Yes, Master.” Oh, God. She hadn’t even realized this was part of her fantasy, but it seemed they knew her better than she knew herself.
“Yes, Master, what?”
Oh, God. “Yes, Master, I’ve been a bad girl.” She couldn’t believe he’d actually made her say it.
She shivered, almost coming right then and there. She should have known he wouldn’t leave it alone, every word drawing her fantasy out and making it more complete.
“You need to be punished, don’t you? Don’t you want to be a good girl?”
The silky decadence in his tone had the warning tingles swirling in her clit.
Throwing her head back, she curled her toes, knowing if she said the wrong thing, she might get something she couldn’t handle. “Yes, Master. I need to be punished. I want to be a good girl.”
“I think having your ass plugged will make you behave. What do you think?”
Every nerve ending in her ass, still tingling with awareness from King’s ministrations, flared to life like never before.
Something inside her still needed to rebel. With excitement flowing through her veins, she kicked her legs.
“No.”