pooling warmth just above my cleft made me arch my back. I hissed.
“Too much?” he asked pausing in his torture.”
“More.” I panted. “Sir.”
But as if asking for it made it forbidden, he stopped. Instead with deft fingers he peeled the wax from my body. My skin tingled at his light touch. My breasts throbbed when he removed the wax shroud. When his hot lips latched onto first one nipple, then the other, I screamed. And then all of a sudden he disappeared.
At least that’s how it seemed. Blind, I strained to hear, but only the soft sounds of music reached me.
Even knowing it was useless, I couldn’t help tugging at my restraints. The noise of my thrashing probably covered the noise of his return. I couldn’t miss the slap he gave my cunt though. A stinging spank he repeated. My sex pulsed, and I waited with bated breath for the next smack. Instead, he twisted both my nipples and I screamed.
“What does my bad girl want?”
“Fuck me, Sir. Please, fuck me.” The intensity of my arousal was shocking. My whole body throbbed, aching for the touch of his mouth, the thrust of his cock, anything to extinguish the fire he’d lit.
“Already?” He made a chiding sound. “No, I think I shall enjoy myself some more, and you will do your best not to come until I tell you to.”
I moaned in reply. Fingers tickled down my belly to my bald pussy. He ran his knuckles between my plump lips and I trembled. The fingers kept going to my ass, and I felt a tug on the string for the anal beads that until now I’d forgotten in the overabundance of other sensations. One simple pull on that string, though, and I was suddenly all too aware of them. He popped one bead out then pushed it back in. Back and forth, he teased me with the beads. My ring, so tight when I’d first inserted the marbles, relaxed to the point that the beads entered with almost no resistance. Before I could wonder if I was about to have my anal cherry popped, he stopped the tug of war play, leaving the beads in my ass. A warm, wet cloth was swiped over my bottom, cleaning me for the games to come-or so I hoped. I didn’t know what to expect from him next, nor could I hear him. When he stroked his hand over my cleft before thrusting his fingers in, I squeezed his digits for dear life, trying to hold back my instinct to come. He pumped his fingers in and out a few times before removing them. I mewled in loss but not for long for his mouth latched onto me in their place.
Oddly enough though, Andrew’s mouth felt different on me. You’d think I’d recognize his technique after twenty some years. Maybe it seemed different because my perception of him had changed so much in the last twenty-four hours. Maybe the Dom duo who’d taught him to pleasure him had given him oral pointers. Whatever the reason, he sucked my pussy like he wanted to reacquaint himself with it intimately. He tugged on my nether lips. He probed me with his tongue. He flicked my clit until I gasped. Regardless of his order not to come, he was making it almost impossible to obey. My body stood on the threshold and I was only seconds away from losing the battle.
As if he sensed this, the tongue laving me stopped, and the warmth of his breath between my thighs disappeared. A creak and a shuffle, and a moment later his body straddled my face, his calves pinning my shoulders as the tip of his cock prodded my lips. I opened my mouth eagerly to suck, inhaling his hard, familiar length.
I almost bit him though when in a surprising twist, a pair of hands tweaked my nipples and a hot mouth latched onto my cunt and licked.
Chapter Six
I came to blinking, my body still shaking and trembling with the force of my orgasm. The blindfold had been removed while I’d screamed my release, and I opened my eyes to see Andrew above me, his erect cock still in my mouth, his eyes staring smokily at me. A mischievous smile twisted his lips.
“Naughty girl. I told you not to come.”
As if to punctuate this point, a mouth latched around my nipple and bit down. I cried out around the rigid object in my mouth. A cry I repeated when my clit was pinched by calloused fingers I now knew didn’t belong to Andrew.
We weren’t alone. The realization made me shudder, and I felt a second orgasm lurking, decadently close.
Andrew’s cock swelled in my mouth as he spoke. “I wanted to make this a Christmas to remember so I invited my new friend and teacher over, Nick. I hope you don’t mind?”
I shook my head, my eyes wide, and gave a long pull on his cock. Andrew’s head went back and he sighed. “Good as that feels, I have other plans for you. You see,” he said pulling his prick out of my mouth with a wet pop. “Much as I loved spanking you, it would give me great pleasure to watch your face as you’re being spanked. Now, you might say I could have used a mirror, but…” he said leaning over my face, his lips hovering just above mine. “I’d much rather watch you blowing my cock while you get your bum pinked.”
Spanked by another man? Sure I’d thought about having a threesome, but with the moment now here, I wondered if I could go through with it. At the same time though, I couldn’t deny curiosity. What would it feel like to touch another man? Would he taste like Andrew? What did they have planned for me? I found myself eager to find out. How could I not with the blessing from my husband evident in his eyes and erection?
“That sounds delicious,” I said to my husband with a smile.
The sharp crack of my breast being slapped made me yelp in pain.
“You forgot something,” said a gravelly voice. “When you reply you are to use the title of Sir or Master, or else.”
“Sorry Sirs.” I said the words with absolute sincerity even as they made me cream. Not one, but two Doms to control and punish me. My pussy moistened in anticipation.
“Oh, you will be,” promised the man I had yet to see.
Andrew finally moved off of me taking his throbbing cock with him. How sad. He didn’t go far though, standing in my line of sight to the side of the table. “Are you ready to see the face of the man who’s going to spank you?” Andrew asked.
My whole body tightened at his words. How could I trust a stranger to touch me like that? Doubts or not, I couldn’t deny my body wanted it. “Yes, Sir.”
I bit my lip, trepidation making me tremble-would he be handsome? Would I enjoy it? Would… My inner questions faded into silence as Nick appeared in my line of sight and oh, it was a good thing I loved my husband for here was a man made to worship. Big and bulky, a veritable giant, he was ruggedly handsome. Heat flooded through me at the thought of this hunk whose very bearing spoke of authority laying a hand on me.
“Well aren’t you a cute thing,” he said, and then shocked me by grabbing my breasts in his paws and squeezing them so that only the erect tips poked out. I couldn’t help it, my breathing sped up and even more heat pooled in my sex. He let go of my tits and slid his hand down my belly and stroked me between my lips. I shuddered. “Responsive too.”
“Kiss her.” Andrew’s voice sounded strangled and I looked sideways to see him stroking his cock and watching us.
I wanted to protest, surely like Pretty Woman this would be too personal, too… Nick leaned down and touched his lips to mine, the sensation odd for his mouth was hard where I was used to Andrew’s softer, fuller lips. The
