While they feasted on my breasts, hands moved between my legs.
I felt the pressure of two fingers push inside me. Then two more.
They were fingering me at the same time, filling me up. My pussy gushed with excitement. I moaned, but I could hardly hear my own voice thanks to the headphones covering my ears.
Then everything stopped.
I lay there panting, eager. I wanted more, but I didn’t say as much. I wanted them to do what they wanted to my body, to take their own pleasure while giving in return. It was a heady feeling, one I could easily get addicted to.
My body twitched when a feather brushed over my nipple. Then the pinprick of the Wartenburg wheel ran over the bottom of my foot. My leg instinctively jerked, trying to get away from the sensation. A stinging slap landed on my pussy. It should’ve been painful, but it wasn’t. It was erotic.
They tormented me for long minutes. The soft brush of the feather, the pinprick of the wheel, the warmth of mouths and hands. I was so close to coming, my brain obliterated by the overstimulation, so when the vibration brushed my clit, I screamed, my orgasm plowing through me, shattering all my senses.
I rode out the climax as every sensation slowly disappeared one at a time.
While I lay there panting, the restraints were removed from my ankles, then my wrists. Firm hands massaged my limbs. Then the earphones disappeared, followed by the blindfold.
It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dim light. I noticed Sir first. He was leaning over me, his eyes scanning my face, a small smile tilting his lips. I touched his face, feeling the gentle scrape of his stubble over my palm.
“Thank you, Sir,” I whispered.
“My pleasure, pet.”
When he moved back, I glanced over at Master. He was watching me intently, his hazel eyes hot enough to scorch me. Then he was on me, his mouth crushing to mine as he flipped me so that I was lying on top of him, his cock nestled against my pussy.
“We’re gonna fuck you now,” he warned.
I wanted that more than I wanted air.
“Are you ready?” Sir asked, his lips grazing my shoulder as he leaned over me.
I turned my head to meet his mouth, kissing him as roughly as he kissed me.
I felt his fingers tease my anus. They were lubed for easy entry and he didn’t shy away. I continued to kiss him while he fingered my ass.
“Answer me,” Sir commanded.
Right. His question. Was I ready?
“More than ready, Sir.”
Master adjusted his hips, then forced his cock into my pussy while Sir pushed the head of his cock against my back hole. He didn’t tease, he simply pushed in. The dual invasion had my breath escaping me in a rush. Pain quickly morphed into pleasure as they began rocking into me. Sir paused and something cool dribbled over my ass when he retreated. I realized he was adding more lube. Then he slammed into me, filling me completely.
Sir forced me forward, planting one hand in the center of my back, crushing me between them. Then they were fucking me roughly, not holding anything back, pounding my pussy and ass with the force of their thrusts.
Then I was flying. It was the only way to describe the out-of-body experience. The pleasure was fierce, overwhelming in its intensity. They weren’t gentle, but they knew exactly what I needed. My orgasm raced through me and I didn’t attempt to stop it, riding wave after wave of pure bliss.
They used my body for their own pleasure, sending me spiraling higher and higher with every passing minute until I thought I would pass out.
Only then did they both come inside me, groaning their releases in what felt like the most intimate of claimings.
It was then that I knew, no matter what happened in the future, right here—between them—was the only place I ever wanted to be.
In the same instance, I feared it was the one place I would never be again.
Thirty-Seven
BOSS MEETING
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Justin
I HAD SPENT THE PAST two weeks watching as things changed between Luci and Landon. Also with Langston, too. I knew that man wasn’t far away whenever Landon was with Luci. It was the way they operated. Much like Ben and me.
However, we had agreed that during the two weeks we had Luci to ourselves, we wouldn’t seek input or keep anyone else informed, so I had no idea exactly what had transpired during their two weeks together. But I knew it was something.
Luci had changed.
Not that I was upset with her for it. Nor was I upset with Landon or Langston. I’d known going in that the cards would fall one way or the other. It appeared they’d fallen right at Landon’s and Langston’s feet.
But I was going to honor my commitment as best I could. As of Monday, I would be Luci’s Dom for two weeks. I wasn’t sure how it was going to go, but I wasn’t going to back down now. Which was the reason I’d called this meeting.
