“Oh no, Angel, it’s me and Brian who are lucky, especially me. We know….no, I know what a precious gift you are. And you’re giving yourself to us, trusting us to answer your needs, to give you all that you want. Do you have any idea how lucky we are? You chose us, Angel, and that makes us very, very lucky,” he speaks the words with so much sincerity, it brings a tear to her eye.
John bends to kiss both of her eyes as he looks tenderly at her. Her appreciation is evident in her eyes.
John moves across the upstairs landing and into the master bedroom. Elsie turns her head to take in the enormous space when they enter.
“This is bigger than a living room. Why do you need so much space?” Elsie asks wide-eyed.
Her eyes take everything in. There’s a huge king-sized, canopied bed to her left with two large chest of drawers, and to her right is a sitting area with a couch and matching overstuffed chair and an end table. Everything is heavy and made of wood and earth tones which gives the room a sense of strength and masculinity that mimics the style in the rest of the house. There are wooden beams spaced out along the ceiling in the sitting area and an antique style black steamer trunk as a coffee table. Between the two spaces is a door to the master bath, which they’ve already christened.
Both John and Brian have wicked grins on their faces.
“You’ll see, Angel, but not tonight,” John says, as he places Elsie’s feet gently on the floor sliding her skin against his as he lowers her.
John’s hands slide up to cup Elsie’s breasts, his fingers grazing against her nipples. He takes them between his thumb and middle finger and pinches them. She sucks in a breath at the shot of sensations. He then flicks his forefinger along the hard tip that’s poking out while still being held tightly, as he looks down into her face watching her arousal spike in his hands.
She moves gently into him as the word, “Yes,” gently escapes her lips.
Brian has seated himself on one end of the couch, with one arm resting along the back and the other on the arm-rest, his legs are slightly open and his raging hard-on standing tall in front of him. One corner of his mouth is lifted in a sly smile as he’s watching Elsie’s reactions to John’s touch. His dick jerks when she whispered, ‘yes’.
“We are going to push you Elsie, past what you’re used to. We’re going to take you beyond any place you’ve ever been, Angel. Give yourself to us and trust us, ok, Baby Girl?” John quietly asks her.
“Ok, Mountain Man,” she whispers. Elsie instinctively lowers herself to her knees, to kneel in front of him, completely submitting herself to him.
This is what she wants, this is what she’s waited for. A man worthy enough to give herself completely over to, one who would take care of her, all of her, giving her what she needs, using her and fulfilling her, to quench this ravenous hunger inside of her. And tonight she has two men that will finally take her to the place she’s always longed to go.
“Thank you, Angel, we cherish you’re gift,” John says, his voice low. “I’m going to blindfold you now so you’ll only focus on what you’re feeling. If it gets to be too much tell us to stop, but if we stop, that’s it, no more. Do you understand, Angel?” he asks her as he strokes her hair.
She leans forward and rests her cheek against his naked thigh.
“Yes,” she whispers. A small sigh of relief slips past her lips as a ghost of a contented smile curves them.
“If you want us to slow down, tell us, Angel,” John continues as his fingers move to caress the curves of her face.
Elsie looks like a kitten purring and rubbing herself against her master’s leg.
“I will,” she says softly.
“Brian,” John turns to look at him sitting on the couch. They exchange a knowing look. Elsie wants to be dominated, the need is overflowing from inside of her. And they’ll give her exactly what she needs. “The blindfold. And the restraints.”
Brian bends to open the trunk sitting in front of him. He rummages through and pulls out the items John’s asked for. When he finds everything he stands and walks over to John and Elsie. He hands John the restraints.
“Stand, baby Girl,” Brian instructs Elsie, his voice is low and dripping with lust.
John moves to the bed to attach the restraints on the four corners as Elsie slowly raises herself to her feet in front of Brian.
“Go lay on the center of the bed. We’ll blindfold you, then restrain your arms and legs, ok, Baby Girl,” Brian tells her, as he searches her face for signs of hesitation and fear. They’re there, but need and hunger are calling to him, louder, from her eyes.
Brian outlines the curves of her face with a finger then lowers his mouth to hers taking hers in a long, slow, deep kiss. When he releases her he says with a small smile, “Go.”
Elsie turns and takes the few steps to the huge bed dressed only in white sheets. John is standing next to the bed, his nipple rings and cock piercings, on his now fully erect hard-on, are reflecting the low light from the tray ceiling. She crawls to the center and lies on her back, then opens her legs and arms spread-eagle.
“Blindfold first, Angel,” he tells her quietly, his voice now a low and husky rumble.
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