between your legs. I can smell your arousal, hear him slurping up your juices. You’re so damned beautiful. He wanted so badly to show you off. Now, I see why.”
She closed her eyes, the sensations taking over. Two mouths devoured her, the firm presence of Todd’s wide shoulders between her thighs, the solid presence of the other Dom at her back, the unyielding restraints at her wrists and ankles. It was a potent combination that robbed her of inhibition. Having this man, this stranger to her, watch…. It was beyond anything she had ever imagined.
“Look at him,” Frank commanded, using his hand to force her chin to her chest. “Watch him eat your cunt. You do this to him. He’ll do anything to make you happy, even share you with a man like me. You like this don’t you? You like having me watch you.”
She did. Oh, Christ, she did. The gag captured her moan. She was so close to coming, but she didn’t have permission to. She closed her eyes in an effort to stave off the inevitable. She was going to come without her master’s consent.
“Eyes open,” Frank growled. His hand at her nape insured she could see only what he wanted her to see. He brought the flogger across her body, the strands brushing the top of Todd’s head. The handle, held horizontal, brushed over both nipples then he brought it hard against her breasts, mashing both flat under the leather-wrapped grip.
Pain blinded her. She fought for breath and for sanity.
“Use the pain.” Frank pressed still harder against her tender flesh.
Her nostrils flared in short, staccato bursts with each hard-won breath.
“Center it where it belongs. Use it,” he repeated. “Come for him. Come for me.”
Todd licked her slit, invaded her with his tongue. She couldn’t hold it back. The orgasm assaulted her body with hard waves of pleasure fed by the pain in her breasts and the certainty this kind of pleasure was worth any amount of punishment she might have to endure for having taken it without permission. She closed her eyes, seeing in her mind what she couldn’t see through the blinding pleasure/pain—the self-satisfied smile her master always wore after he made her lose control. The image increased her gratification because pleasing him was the greatest pleasure of all.
The crashing waves gentled to soft rolls, and she realized the pain at her breasts had subsided, and her head was once again cradled against Frank’s shoulder. His cheek was pressed against her temple, his hand stroking her brow in tandem with his reassuring words.
“You’re safe, darlin’. Let it come. Give it all to us. That’s it, baby. Breathe.”
Tears streamed from her closed lids. Todd continued to stroke her pussy with his tongue, loving her instead of trying to arouse. He was always so careful with her, taking her to heights she never fathomed she could reach then tenderly caring for her until she drifted back down.
Love for him filled her heart and warmed her all the way to her soul. Half their time together was gone, and as the days ticked away, she was more and more certain there would never be another man for her. She would allow him to share her with men he trusted, but when he moved on, he would take her heart, her desire with him.
Chapter Eight
Todd lay in bed, watching the single band of sunlight peeking through the curtains creep farther up the opposite wall. It was a good thing the Mustangs had a day off because he was in no condition to play.
Physically, he was sound. It was the non-physical that wasn’t cooperating. The previous night with Brooke and Frank had blown his mind. Her first orgasm would have brought him to his knees if he hadn’t already been there, but her second had done something to him he couldn’t explain.
As her master, he’d known she would do well with Frank watching, and as he’d anticipated, Frank hadn’t sat on the sidelines. He’d been a full participant, using his immense knowledge of women to increase her
She closed her eyes, the sensations taking over. Two mouths devoured her, the firm presence of Todd’s wide shoulders between her thighs, the solid presence of the other Dom at her back, the unyielding restraints at her wrists and ankles. It was a potent combination that robbed her of inhibition. Having this man, this stranger to her, watch…. It was beyond anything she had ever imagined.
“Look at him,” Frank commanded, using his hand to force her chin to her chest. “Watch him eat your cunt. You do this to him. He’ll do anything to make you happy, even share you with a man like me. You like this don’t you? You like having me watch you.”
She did. Oh, Christ, she did. The gag captured her moan. She was so close to coming, but she didn’t have permission to. She closed her eyes in an effort to stave off the inevitable. She was going to come without her master’s consent.
“Eyes open,” Frank growled. His hand at her nape insured she could see only what he wanted her to see. He brought the flogger across her body, the strands brushing the top of Todd’s head. The handle, held horizontal, brushed over both nipples then he brought it hard against her breasts, mashing both flat under the leather-wrapped grip.
Pain blinded her. She fought for breath and for sanity.
“Use the pain.” Frank pressed still harder against her tender flesh.
Her nostrils flared in short, staccato bursts with each hard-won breath.
“Center it where it belongs. Use it,” he repeated. “Come for him. Come for me.”
Todd licked her slit, invaded her with his tongue. She couldn’t hold it back. The orgasm assaulted her body with hard waves of pleasure fed by the pain in her breasts and the certainty this kind of pleasure was worth any amount of punishment she might have to endure for having taken it without permission. She closed her eyes, seeing in her mind what she couldn’t see through the blinding pleasure/pain—the self-satisfied smile her master always wore after he made her lose control. The image increased her gratification because pleasing him was the greatest pleasure of all.
The crashing waves gentled to soft rolls, and she realized the pain at her breasts had subsided, and her head was once again cradled against Frank’s shoulder. His cheek was pressed against her temple, his hand stroking her brow in tandem with his reassuring words.
“You’re safe, darlin’. Let it come. Give it all to us. That’s it, baby. Breathe.”
Tears streamed from her closed lids. Todd continued to stroke her pussy with his tongue, loving her instead of trying to arouse. He was always so careful with her, taking her to heights she never fathomed she could reach then tenderly caring for her until she drifted back down.
Love for him filled her heart and warmed her all the way to her soul. Half their time together was gone, and as the days ticked away, she was more and more certain there would never be another man for her. She would allow him to share her with men he trusted, but when he moved on, he would take her heart, her desire with him.
Chapter Eight
Todd lay in bed, watching the single band of sunlight peeking through the curtains creep farther up the opposite wall. It was a good thing the Mustangs had a day off because he was in no condition to play.
Physically, he was sound. It was the non-physical that wasn’t cooperating. The previous night with Brooke and Frank had blown his mind. Her first orgasm would have brought him to his knees if he hadn’t already been there, but her second had done something to him he couldn’t explain.
As her master, he’d known she would do well with Frank watching, and as he’d anticipated, Frank hadn’t sat on the sidelines. He’d been a full participant, using his immense knowledge of women to increase her
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