Sir adjusted my arms above my head and fixed my hands so that I was gripping the flat top rail. With my elbows pointed toward the sky and my breasts thrust upward, I imagined I made quite the sight.
At least from this vantage point I could watch what they were doing.
Sir traded places with Master, taking up the position at my feet and securing my ankles while Master glided the crop from my shin to my nipple and back down.
“You’ll learn that my brother’s not as into pain as I am.”
I shivered, my eyes meeting Master’s.
“Do not move, pet.” His eyes narrowed, his expression serious. “Not an inch. No matter what, do not remove your hands from the railing.”
Okay, so the warning was ominous, which increased my fear. I realized it was the good kind of fear. Similar to watching a scary movie or riding a roller coaster. The anticipation made it that much greater.
My eyes trailed the crop as Master moved it over my belly, then pulled it back. I expected the stinging blow to land near my navel, but he changed course, slapping the outer curve of my left breast.
I arched my back as I cried out and his hand was instantly on my stomach, holding me in place.
When I relaxed once again, he released me, the crop brushing over my mound.
Smack.
My pussy burned from the impact and once again I jerked.
His eyes met mine.
“It’s obvious you can’t stay still, so we’re gonna do this a different way.”
Both men helped me down, then Master wrapped his arms around me, offering me support. My legs were weak, trembling from all the endorphins flooding my body.
I heard the rustle of clothing. Master turned me around so that I was facing Sir, watching as he stripped.
He really was a masterpiece. Long limbs and hard muscle. Just looking at him made my body throb with need.
“On my lap, sweet girl,” Sir instructed as he took a seat on one of the lounge chairs.
My legs wobbled as I stepped toward him, but Master kept a hand on my arm.
Sir spun his hand, signaling for me to turn around.
I faced the opposite direction and he gripped my hips, then guided me onto his lap.
“Bend your legs and put your feet by my hips.”
I did, which left me straddling his thighs, kneeling on the chair.
He pulled me back, then guided his cock inside me and pulled me down onto him.
I groaned as he filled me. “Sir…that feels so good.”
He wrapped one arm around my rib cage and pulled me back so that I was resting against his bare chest. Sir was warm and hard and made me feel incredibly safe. His hand then trailed down between my breasts, over my belly, before he rested one finger on my clit. With slow, circular movements, he tormented me with his sensual touch.
I moaned again, trying to move my hips, but unable to in the position he held me in.
“Grab your feet.”
Okay. So this was new.
I was sitting on Sir’s cock, my back against his chest, my legs curled beneath me, my ankles pressing against Sir’s hips. Because I was grabbing my feet, my breasts were thrust forward, ready and available for anything Master desired. I wondered what it looked like to him, how appealing my submissive position was. I was stuffed full of Sir’s cock and practically laid out before Master.
“Now don’t move, pet. I plan to pick up where I left off.”
My nipples hardened in anticipation. I felt the flex of Sir’s cock inside me and I moaned softly.
The crop trailed from my chin down to my breastbone before Master pulled back. I watched as the crop made impact with the underside of my right breast.
I hissed as the pain shot through me.
“She definitely liked that,” Sir said. “Her pussy’s nice and tight.”
It appeared Sir was gauging my reaction by the way my pussy milked his cock.
Master must’ve approved, because he began a string of stinging slaps over my breasts, my nipples, and my belly. Every time the crop made impact with my skin, Sir teased my clit and I whimpered with need.
It wasn’t long before I was panting, hanging by a thread, ready to be launched into the abyss. Every time I thought Master would send me over, he eased back. When I tried to rock on Sir’s cock, he held me still, keeping me completely immobile yet impaled by his thick cock.
“Please…please, let me come,” I pleaded, tears dripping down my cheeks as I was held on the razor-sharp edge of release by two sadistic Doms.
Master seemed to consider this before nodding. “One more.”
I nodded, willing to take anything he wanted to give me just as long as they would let me come.
“This one’ll be on your clit.”
My eyes widened as I stared up into his face. The thought of that thing smacking my clit…it scared me and thrilled me at the same time.
