Heat consumed me. Although I was trying to keep up the ruse of a fair maiden, it was impossible to do when these men made me want things I’d never thought I’d want.
Master moved in behind me. A multitude of sensations consumed me when he pulled my hair to the side, the long strands tickling my back as he pressed his lips to my neck. Sir slid the straps of my gown off my arms, then allowed the silk to slide down to my hips. They worked succinctly to strip me as I stood between them, my body temperature rising as they kissed and licked the skin that they bared.
I touched them both as much as I could as I fumbled with buttons in an attempt to get them as naked as I was about to be.
By the time they had worked their way into the kitchen, my dress, panties, and bra had disappeared. After setting me on the island, Master removed my shoes, then ran his hands from my toes up my legs, not pausing where I needed him the most.
“Your choice, pet,” Master whispered as his mouth descended onto my breast. “We can keep things vanilla if you’d like. Just for tonight.”
Although I had to agree that vanilla was boring, especially after the world they’d introduced me to, there was something delicious about it, too. There was a connection I felt from these men, something that transcended all kinks and fetishes, something that ignited at the core of my being. I wanted anything and everything they could offer me, and yes, vanilla was one of those things.
“Vanilla,” I whispered, arching my back as Master scored my nipple with his teeth. “Vanilla works.”
“Vanilla works,” Sir echoed, coming to stand between my legs as Master laid me back on the island.
I palmed Master’s head as he leaned in and kissed my lips at the same time Sir’s mouth trailed up my thigh to my pussy.
I jerked and moaned as they feasted on me, torturing me with slow, sweet licks of their tongues.
By the time Master’s mouth trailed down my neck, I was panting and moaning, begging for them to hurry. They didn’t, proving no matter what I thought, they would always be in control of my pleasure. Which they gave me in spades using nothing more than their exquisite mouths and their fingers. They worked me over for what felt like hours, right there in the kitchen.
I was trembling with an orgasm just out of reach when Sir took my hand and helped me to sit up. He wrapped his arms around me and lifted me, forcing me to hold on, my legs going around his waist, my arms around his neck. And then he was carrying me out of the kitchen, through the living room, and down the hallway.
The room he stepped into wasn’t the guest room I’d stayed in with Master. No, this room was more masculine with beautiful, dark wood furniture and a lamp that offered a golden glow over the brown suede comforter.
Within seconds, the comforter was ripped from the bed and then I was laid out on the cool sheets while I watched Master and Sir quickly strip the remainder of their clothing from their bodies. When they joined me, I couldn’t resist running my hands over them, wanting to be as close to them as I could possibly get.
For the next few minutes, they lavished me with kisses, working me into a frenzy once more as their mouths skimmed my oversensitive skin until I was once again panting and pleading for them to hurry. I needed more. I needed everything.
Sir flipped me over onto my stomach, then dragged me to the edge of the bed. He didn’t command me to get onto my knees, choosing rather to position me the way he wanted. Once I was on my hands and knees, Master knelt in front of me, holding his cock firmly in his hand as he guided my head down.
“Suck me, Luci,” he growled softly.
I wrapped my lips around his cock, drawing him deep into my mouth. At the same time, Sir knelt behind me, pushing his cock deep inside me. They filled me from both ends, but neither seemed to be in a hurry, leisurely fucking me while their hands roamed over my skin, tangling in my hair, making my body hum as I inched closer and closer to the edge once more.
“Suck hard,” Master commanded, his teeth gritted as he tightened his grip on my hair.
I sucked him more forcefully as Sir slammed into me, filling my pussy, the friction making me whimper as I got closer to the precipice. It wouldn’t take much to send me over and it seemed they knew that because they both held back once again. They drove me crazy, alternating between a few punishing thrusts and the leisurely rocking of their hips.
