hadn’t thought her nipples could get any harder, but when he looked directly at them, the painful tightening made her eyes water.
“Brooke, this is my friend, Frank. Frank, Brooke.” Todd made the unnecessary introductions then moved to the mirror, pulling the curtains closed, sealing her inside with two very experienced Doms. She drew a deep breath through her nostrils and let it out.
“I’m at your service,” Frank bowed to her.
She inclined her head in acknowledgment of the older man.
“We’re here for you, babe. Your master assures me you need and want to feel the flogger. He also tells me it is your wish to be observed by a third party.”
She nodded, and Todd approached. Frank moved away, allowing him access. He smiled at her, lifted her left breast in his right hand. Bending, he took her nipple in his mouth and sucked hard. She closed her eyes, groaning at the sensation of wet heat, the tugging that seemed as if her nipple was connected to her pussy.
The air shifted around her, and she opened her eyes to see Frank staring at her. Their gazes locked, held for a heat-charged moment. Then Frank broke away, his gaze traveling to her breast and the man suckling there.
Lust filled Frank’s gaze, and something in her soared. Todd moved to her other breast, lavished attention on it then, with his hands at her waist, moved lower. The top of his head descended until it stopped level with her mound. The first flick of his tongue over her clit had her rocking her hips, begging for more.
Frank stepped closer. She looked away from Todd and the delicious things he was doing between her legs. Her gaze locked with Frank’s, and she couldn’t look away. It was undoubtedly the most erotic moments of her life, looking into the bottomless eyes of one man, seeing the lust there, while another man drove her insane with his lips and tongue.
She struggled against her restraints, wanting desperately to touch, to have reassuring human contact. But she was on her own, locked away from what she needed from one man and locked in to the fiery gaze of another.
Her chest heaved with the effort to take in enough air through her nostrils. Sounds of longing, of desire, of intense pleasure formed only to be swallowed by the gag. Reduced to her eyes for communication she used them to beg.
He must have seen her cry for help. Frank moved to her side, their gazes locked in silent understanding. He raised the flogger to her chest, dangled the thin leather strips over her aching nipples, letting the hard knots knock against her distended flesh.
“You need to come, don’t you?” he asked, his voice low, seductive, knowing.
She let her eyes speak for her.
Slowly, he moved to stand behind her. He pressed himself against her, his erection digging into the small of her back. The flogger dangled over her shoulder, keeping up the rhythmic teasing of her nipples. His other hand wrapped around her forehead, applying pressure until the back of her head rested against his shoulder. He stroked her brow, along her temple to her jaw. His fingers traced her thinned lips, over her chin, and down the length of her neck.
“You’re beautiful like this, at our mercy. We know how to make you feel good.”
He flicked the hard handle of the flogger against her right nipple a few times then came back harder.
She struggled against him, but Frank held her tight, allowing her little range of motion. The pain dulled quickly, but the heightened sensation in that breast was matched by an answering sensation low in her belly. He flicked the handle over her left nipple. This time, she was ready for the sharp bite when the handle came down hard on her sensitized flesh.
“You’re doing great,” Frank crooned in her ear. “Just a little more, and we’ll let you come.”
Holding her head steady, her neck exposed, he trailed tiny bites from her jaw to her collarbone, punctuating each one with words she could hardly comprehend.
“I like seeing his head
“Brooke, this is my friend, Frank. Frank, Brooke.” Todd made the unnecessary introductions then moved to the mirror, pulling the curtains closed, sealing her inside with two very experienced Doms. She drew a deep breath through her nostrils and let it out.
“I’m at your service,” Frank bowed to her.
She inclined her head in acknowledgment of the older man.
“We’re here for you, babe. Your master assures me you need and want to feel the flogger. He also tells me it is your wish to be observed by a third party.”
She nodded, and Todd approached. Frank moved away, allowing him access. He smiled at her, lifted her left breast in his right hand. Bending, he took her nipple in his mouth and sucked hard. She closed her eyes, groaning at the sensation of wet heat, the tugging that seemed as if her nipple was connected to her pussy.
The air shifted around her, and she opened her eyes to see Frank staring at her. Their gazes locked, held for a heat-charged moment. Then Frank broke away, his gaze traveling to her breast and the man suckling there.
Lust filled Frank’s gaze, and something in her soared. Todd moved to her other breast, lavished attention on it then, with his hands at her waist, moved lower. The top of his head descended until it stopped level with her mound. The first flick of his tongue over her clit had her rocking her hips, begging for more.
Frank stepped closer. She looked away from Todd and the delicious things he was doing between her legs. Her gaze locked with Frank’s, and she couldn’t look away. It was undoubtedly the most erotic moments of her life, looking into the bottomless eyes of one man, seeing the lust there, while another man drove her insane with his lips and tongue.
She struggled against her restraints, wanting desperately to touch, to have reassuring human contact. But she was on her own, locked away from what she needed from one man and locked in to the fiery gaze of another.
Her chest heaved with the effort to take in enough air through her nostrils. Sounds of longing, of desire, of intense pleasure formed only to be swallowed by the gag. Reduced to her eyes for communication she used them to beg.
He must have seen her cry for help. Frank moved to her side, their gazes locked in silent understanding. He raised the flogger to her chest, dangled the thin leather strips over her aching nipples, letting the hard knots knock against her distended flesh.
“You need to come, don’t you?” he asked, his voice low, seductive, knowing.
She let her eyes speak for her.
Slowly, he moved to stand behind her. He pressed himself against her, his erection digging into the small of her back. The flogger dangled over her shoulder, keeping up the rhythmic teasing of her nipples. His other hand wrapped around her forehead, applying pressure until the back of her head rested against his shoulder. He stroked her brow, along her temple to her jaw. His fingers traced her thinned lips, over her chin, and down the length of her neck.
“You’re beautiful like this, at our mercy. We know how to make you feel good.”
He flicked the hard handle of the flogger against her right nipple a few times then came back harder.
She struggled against him, but Frank held her tight, allowing her little range of motion. The pain dulled quickly, but the heightened sensation in that breast was matched by an answering sensation low in her belly. He flicked the handle over her left nipple. This time, she was ready for the sharp bite when the handle came down hard on her sensitized flesh.
“You’re doing great,” Frank crooned in her ear. “Just a little more, and we’ll let you come.”
Holding her head steady, her neck exposed, he trailed tiny bites from her jaw to her collarbone, punctuating each one with words she could hardly comprehend.
“I like seeing his head
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