by Chloe Lang
“Yes, Master.” Her heart fluttered like mad as she wiggled her body as seductively as she could.
As she danced in place, Nic and Sylas moved next to her, touching her in places that only they knew how to touch—pinching her nipple, caressing her thigh, slapping her ass. This continued for several hot seconds until she felt relaxed and in the moment. She felt so sexy and alive.
Nic whispered in her ear. “Now strip for us. Give our audience a good show, sub.”
“Yes, Master.” She removed the bustier that he and Sylas had given her.
The crowd clapped and cheered their approval, which made her so happy and proud.
“They like what they see, baby. I knew they would,” Sylas whispered in her other ear. “Now remove the skirt and thong but leave on the stilettos.”
“Yes, Master.” She knew how much Sylas loved seeing her naked with only a pair of high heels on her feet. Slipping out of her skirt and thong, she heard more applause and cheers from their audience, and that pleased her so much.
“Turn around, sub.” Nic slapped her bottom. “I want to show off this gorgeous ass.”
She obeyed.
“Now Master Sylas and I are going to make it pretty and pink.”
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Nic pull out a paddle from his satchel and Sylas bring out a crop from his.
Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.
Sylas ran the tip of his crop up and down her back. “What state are you in, sub?”
“Molten, Master. Molten Lava Cake.”
“When I count to three, I want you to grab your ankles. Master Nic is going to place his hands on your back so you don’t fall when I let my crop take a bite from your sweet ass. Do you understand, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Master. I understand.”
“One. Two. Three.”
She bent over and wrapped her hands around her ankles. She could feel Nic’s hands on her back, which shot up her desire. From this position, she was able to see the people watching them, though they appeared upside down. Of course, they weren’t. She was.
Sylas ran the tip of the crop up her leg, in between her cheeks, and then flicked her ass with it. The sting that followed felt deliciously electric. Five more bites from its leather tongue landed on her cheeks, one right after another. When he began massaging her ass and rubbing her pussy, she moaned with delight. Wonderful subspace was within her reach.
He and Nic switched positions—Sylas’s hand on her back and Nic caressing her ass. The slaps from Nic’s paddle were different from Sylas’s crop, more blunt and brutal, though just as sensual and overwhelming.
When Nic swung his paddle for the final slap, Ashley slipped into the warm, fuzzy, mysterious place that there were no words in any language that could describe it fully.
Sylas lifted her into his arms and carried her to the modified BDSM bench in the center of the stage. The leather of the bench felt cool against her ass.
Sylas and Nic placed her wrists and ankles in cuffs and attached them to the bench, restraining her spread-eagle.
“Nic, let’s spin our sub around so that everyone can see this beautiful pussy.” Since Sylas’s first Dom lesson, he never stopped calling her pussy “beautiful.”
She’d always found it odd. Pussies weren’t pretty. But in the state I am feeling now, I believe him.
Hearing the applause, she smiled. My pussy is beautiful.
Nic held a violet wand in front of her eyes. “I know you like this, baby.”
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”
He grinned and brought the tip to one of her nipples. The spark that entered her flesh through her bud shot from her breast and all the way down to her pussy, which was dampening. The sensation that followed reminded her of a small orgasm.
As Nic continued doting her with electric kisses, Sylas pressed a vibrator to her clit.
She moaned uncontrollably.
Then she felt Sylas applying lubricant to her ass.
“What state are you in, baby?” Nic demanded.
“Molt Cake” was all she could get out.
He grinned. “I’ve got to have some of this sweet cream.” Without another word, he began licking her pussy.
The crowd cheered and remarkably that got her even hotter.
She felt Sylas remove her restraints from her ankles. He lifted her legs with one hand.
“Take a deep breath for me, baby,” he commanded. “I’m going to plug this gorgeous ass with this toy.” He held it up high for her to see.
“Yes, Master.” The butt plug was red, like the skirt and bustier she’d worn tonight.
“Now, let it out nice and slow.”
She obeyed, willing her body to relax to accept the toy. When the last ounce of breath left her mouth, she felt him push the plug into her ass. The stretch was overwhelming, causing her to hold her breath. When the toy was all the way in her ass, her desire for more multiplied and she couldn’t stop panting. She wanted her Doms inside her, needed them inside her. Just like Nic and Sylas had wanted to show her off, she wanted everyone in the club to see how great they were.
Nic removed the cuffs from her wrists. He lifted her off the bench and carried her to the Saint Andrew’s Cross at the side of their stage.
Sylas pulled out a flogger with many thick tails. It was black and made of leather.
She was both in her body and out of her body, both focused and detached. Sensations rolled through her, little waves of pleasure.
Placing her with her back to the audience, her Doms reattached the cuffs to her wrists and ankles, fastening them to the cross. Then they began flogging her back and bottom.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Each time the tails landed on her, she went deeper and deeper into subspace. She closed her eyes, riding every vibration. Bliss. Pure bliss.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Her body burned with want.
One of her Doms removed the toy from her ass, which one, she didn’t know. It didn’t matter. They were her sexy duo whose synchronized lovemaking she craved.
She felt them remove the restraints. She opened her eyes and saw their naked bodies, their Dom gear piled neatly to the side. Nic moved behind her and Sylas remained in front.
“What state are you in?” Sylas’s words seemed far off and yet so close, as if every syllable somehow vibrated on her skin.
“Cake. Cake. Cake. I mean…Master…”
He smiled and pressed his finger to her lips. “I know what you mean, baby. You want Master Nic and me inside you?”
“Yes, Master. Please. Please. Please.”
He nodded, lying down on the bench and pulling her on top of him. His cock thrust into her wet pussy. She could feel Nic’s hands on her ass, parting her cheeks. The tip of his cock pressed against her anus.
“Please, Master. I need you both inside me.”
Nic pushed his cock slowly into her ass, every inch he claimed stretching her more than the toy had.
The crowd applauded, spurring her and her two Doms on. She writhed between them, filled to the max with their thick, long cocks. Their joint thrusts into her body caused the pressure inside her to build and build.
“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.”
Nic held her waist as he continued pounding her ass, again and again. Sylas thrust up into her with animalistic intensity, his hot breath skating over her neck.
She was mad with desire for the men who had changed her entire life and given her the dream she’d wanted.
When Sylas bit down on her earlobe, she could no longer hold back. The pressure released and she came. This orgasm is like…like…Molten Lava Cake.
She started giggling as the wild, electric sensations continued rolling through her body. She felt Nic and Sylas come together inside her and heard the cheers of their audience.
This is where I’ve always belonged, between them, in the arms of my loving Doms.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Chloe Lang began d
evouring romance novels during summers between college semesters as a respite to the rigors of her studies. Soon, her lifelong addiction was born, and to this day, she typically reads three or four books every week.
For years, the very shy Chloe tried her hand at writing romance stories but shared them with no one. After many months of prodding by an author friend, Sophie Oak, she finally relented and let Sophie read one. As the prodding turned to gentle shoves, Chloe ultimately did submit something to Siren-BookStrand. The thrill of a life happened for her when she got the word that her book would be published.
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