He tugged harder at the leash, putting pressure on my throat, making me gasp for breath. I wanted to rise to ease the strain but couldn’t. He hadn’t allowed me to move, and obeying him was more pleasurable than getting oxygen.
When I stopped rubbing against the pillow, the pressure of the choker against my throat eased.
The riding crop traveled up my inner thigh. “Spread more so I can spank your cunt.” He dealt my ass another slap, softer this time.
A hard shiver gripped my body, fear rising to the surface like the blush surely blossoming on my face. I arched my back, pushing up my ass, and spread my legs more for him. I couldn’t see him standing behind me, I kept my face buried in the soft pillow, but I felt his hot gaze until my entire body burned with lust. Would he be able to see my shaved cunt, how wet I was? Wasn’t he tempted to run his hand through my folds? I rocked my hips, stopped when he smacked me. Heat bloomed beneath my skin and I bit into the pillow, desperate for release.
When he stroked the tip of the crop over the slick folds of my cunt, I cried out with relief.
He grazed the crop up and down my bare lips. “You like spreading your legs for me, making me see how wet you are, don’t you?”
When I didn’t answer, he flicked the crop against my clit. The touch raced along my body like a current, enflaming every nerve. I bit into the pillow because the moan I let out was one of pure lust and I didn’t want him to know for fear he would stop punishing me this way.
“Answer.”
“Yes,” I whispered. “I want you to see me spread open.”
“Why?”
This time, I controlled my hips, controlled my urge to jump up and hump the pillow if need be to find my orgasm. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Maybe I don’t want to fuck you,” he said quietly. “What I want is to see you writhe on the floor, until all you can think of is how you can please me.” He slipped the crop’s small leather paddle between my folds and turned it, spreading me open. “You do want to please me, don’t you?”
My throat was too tight to speak. Then I heard something that forced me to freeze, made my heart stop for a second or two.
Footsteps, but not Zyn’s, who always moved silently like a cat.
“Who is that?” I quickly closed my eyes. I didn’t want to see who was watching me, on my knees, submitting to Zyn. But I knew it had to be Qay—it had to be. Shame crept up my spine, leaving me breathless. And so aroused and needy for some form of release, I’d do anything for Zyn to get it.
“Answer.” He dealt my ass another slap, softer this time, ignoring my question.
“You do want to please me, don’t you?”
“You know I do,” I whispered, and the knowledge that Qay might look on, might be in the same room sent my awareness into overdrive.
“Yes, I do know what you crave; know exactly what you need too.” He slapped the crop down on the small of my back. “Close your eyes.” They already were. I sensed rather than heard him walking through the room.
When he came back, his hand settled on my shoulder. Then he slipped something in front of my eyes, blindfolding me. He smacked me, nothing more than a light tap.
“Push your ass higher.”
I arched my back, biting back a sob when he said, “Not good enough.” Air went into my lungs in a sharp hiss as a series of rapid smacks landed on my cheeks, each stroke a little harder. I felt flushed and swollen and I breathed out with a sob that turned into a high-pitched cry every time the riding crop smacked my ass.
Pain and lust clouded my mind until I only heard his harsh breath and my own moans of pleasure. Stars exploded before my eyes when a slap landed between my legs, the small paddle hitting my clit. Then a hand slipped between my legs, rubbing my throbbing cunt. I bit down on the pillow as a sudden orgasm rocked through my body in quick convulsions. My inner thighs were still quivering when I opened my eyes behind the blindfold, and I rested the side of my face against the pillow.
“Did I give you permission?” He gave my cunt another surprisingly gentle slap, but it still felt as if I had touched a bolt of lightning.
“No,” I whispered, fearing he’d stop playing with me. “Let me please you. Let me show you I can be good.”
He made a rough sound in his throat. “Fine. We’ll see if you can make it up to me.” The crop hit the floor, and I heard him walking through the room and opening something with sliding hinges. I knew he would come back with something to punish me for climaxing without permission, and I scrambled to wrap my mind around what it might be.
“I’ll be enjoying this.” He gathered my wrists behind my back, wrapped something that felt like a rope around them. His groin pressed against my ass as if he were about to fuck me from behind. I could only wish. My orgasm had left me wetter than before.
When he pulled the ropes tight, securing my wrists behind my back, the material warmed against my skin. “I’ll take my pleasure with you now.” I couldn’t suppress a yelp as he grabbed me by the rope around my wrists and yanked me up and off the bed. On the floor, I sat up on my heels, aware that my entire body trembled. I felt watched as I sat there, blindfolded, and I started to wonder whose hand had reached between my legs to make me come. Had it been Zyn or Qay?
I tensed as a hand closed around my breast and twisted my nipple, and another hand came to rest on top of my head. I heard how fabric slid to the floor, and I imagined Zyn taking off his pants, imagined his erect cock resting against his stomach. I licked my lips, anticipating, knowing what Zyn would make me do.
Still, I jumped when a third hand settled on my shoulder.
“Qay,” I whispered, sure that I’d die of humiliation that he saw me like this. But even stronger was my need, my wish to be dominated. “Qay, talk to me, please.” Zyn laughed quietly, the tone in his laugh giving me pause. “Maybe it’s just a complete stranger, my heart. Maybe I’ll make you suck him off. Maybe I’ll let him fuck you. Do you want to be used like this?”
I shook my head, his words both repulsing and arousing me, I couldn’t help it. He was playing with me, he wouldn’t let a stranger fuck me. But I didn’t know, I didn’t know.
I licked my lips, wound so tight I thought I might burst, when the thick head of a cock pushed at my mouth. Then a hand fisted into my hair, pulled me forward.
“Open your mouth,” Zyn said quietly from above my head.
For him, I did, and he pushed his cock between my lips. I sucked him in and out of my mouth, my eyes watering behind the blindfold as he shoved his erection deeper.
“Deeper,” he growled, withdrew when I began to gag, gave me a moment to concentrate and then pushed his cock in even farther. “Take me, take me all in.”
He fucked my mouth, his thrusts growing faster and brutal, his hoarse groans arousing me. I could feel him swell against my tongue, knew he was about to come in my mouth, welcomed it too when he pulled out.
I made a noise of protest when I felt Zyn stepping away from me. My heart beat faster, my breath leaving my lungs in hard gasps when a hand stroked my cheek tenderly. I opened my mouth as a cock pressed against my lips. Not Zyn’s, and I knew that it was Qay, it had to be him, the size, his taste so familiar. I pulled away and whispered, “I want to taste you,” and took his cock deep again, knowing that Qay couldn’t resist me, and sure enough, I heard his familiar deep groan as he started fucking my mouth.
Zyn’s hands wrapped around me from behind, covering my breasts in his palms, kneading and teasing, and it was his voice telling me to suck harder, faster while his cock pressed against my bound hands. I tasted the saltiness of Qay’s arousal and I licked the thick head, taking my time to pleasure him while I rocked my hips, wishing I had my hands free to make myself come.