“Let us know when you’re finished,” he informed me. “That way I can take you out to the truck and get started on my dessert.”
Oh, heavens.
They were too much.
I pushed my half-eaten dessert away, then waved my hand for the waiter.
Sir laughed, sitting up straight as he instructed the waiter to bring the check.
Ten minutes later, we were in the truck. I was in the back seat with Master while Sir was driving.
“Lift up that skirt,” Master ordered as the truck was pulling out of the parking lot.
My body was on fire and I was desperate for attention. I didn’t balk at his request, hiking my skirt up.
“Turn on the light,” he ordered Sir.
The dome light came on, practically spotlighting my bare pussy.
Master placed his arm over the back of the seat behind my head.
“Let me watch while you tease yourself.”
Crap.
That wasn’t what I was hoping for. I needed to feel his touch. However, it was obvious he was purposely making me wait.
While I watched the cars move by us, I let my hand drift down between my legs. It didn’t even matter that someone could possibly see me. I began teasing my clit, working myself right back to the precipice they’d held me at in the restaurant.
“Don’t come,” Sir commanded from the front seat. “The rules have changed now that we’re on the way home.”
Damn it.
They were sadists, I was sure of it.
I did my best to tease myself slowly, but Master felt the need to pitch in. He used my own fingers against me, but never giving me enough. What should’ve been a quick drive home felt like an eternity.
Once we stepped into the house, Master picked me up. I had to wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist and hold on. He seemed to be moving with purpose as he strode through the kitchen and into the living room.
Sir wasn’t far behind.
When Master put me down, he instantly began tugging my clothes from my body. Sir did the same with his own and then Master disrobed. Within minutes, we were all three naked and Sir was lying on the sofa.
“Sit on my face,” he commanded roughly. “Let me taste that sweet pussy.”
There wasn’t an ounce of modesty left in me at that point. I simply needed to come, so I straddled Sir’s head, staring down at his face as he wrapped his arms around my thighs. His tongue rasped against my clit and I cried out.
Master stood in front of me, stroking his cock while I bucked on Sir’s face, trying to launch myself over. He held back just enough to keep me hanging by a fragile thread.
“Put my cock in your mouth,” Master demanded, his hand sliding into my hair.
I didn’t hesitate, leaning forward and taking Master’s thick cock into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around him, then allowed him to take over. He fucked my mouth, driving deep while holding my head in place. I whimpered and moaned as Sir tormented my pussy with his wicked tongue. I was on the verge of tears, desperate to come, when he finally, finally gave me what I needed.
As though they had choreographed it ahead of time, Master pulled his cock from my mouth while Sir shifted me off him. Then Master was lying flat on his back. He positioned me so that I was facing away from him, pulling me down onto his cock. He thrust up into me, making me cry out again. And this time, Sir used my mouth for his own pleasure.
I was lost to the sensations, overcome by the fierce need I could feel emanating from them. They needed me as badly as I needed them. And it wasn’t long before we all succumbed to our own desires, filling the room with our combined moans and groans until we collapsed in a heap.
The night certainly ended on a better note than it had started on.
Fifty-Two
THE CLUB SEEMED EVEN BUSIER than it had been the first time I was there. Everywhere I looked, there were people. They filled the sections of the main floor, some talking, some laughing, even a couple of Doms checking out the submissives in the holding area.
The music was even louder than I remembered it being.
That or I was simply enjoying myself more.
Yeah. That was probably it.
Before we left the house, Master and Sir had removed my silver collar and replaced it with a sexy lace one that had two locks on the back and a hook on the front. To my surprise, when we stepped inside the club, they had hooked a leash to it and kept one hand on it at all times.
I probably should’ve been appalled, but I wasn’t. In fact, it turned me on.
Granted, if they made me crawl around like a dog, I would probably have to have some words.
