His tongue streaked over the swell of my right breast, then flicked my aching nipple.
I squirmed and did my best not to make a sound, but still a whimper slipped out. It hurt, yet...I couldn’t even explain the incredible pulsing pleasure that throbbed inside me. My skin even seemed to vibrate with each one of my fast, heavy heartbeats.
He moved to my other breast, flicked that nipple, then closed his mouth over the pebbled tip before he lightly sucked.
My breath hissed through my teeth. More of my silky juices slipped from my cunt to coat my thighs. I fisted my hands around the chains holding the cuffs on my wrists and fought my own need to squirm.
“Kiss her,” came Mistress’ purred command.
Jared released my nipple with one long swipe of his tongue, and then that tongue was in my mouth. He invaded, plundered. He bit my bottom lip then speared back inside with more force than ever before.
He seemed so powerful, so demanding. I wished I could see him. I could taste myself on his lips, which heightened my arousal even more—though I don’t know how that feat even could have been possible by that point.
Thick fingers jabbed into my cunt right then, and I cried out in my lover’s mouth. Sir pumped my core with those gloved fingers, and I bucked back against him while trying to suck Jared’s tongue into my mouth. Between Sir’s thrusting and the vibrations in my ass from the toy, the orgasm was imminent. I heard the sounds coming from me and didn’t recognize them. I grunted and groaned as I did everything I could to get Sir’s fingers deeper within me and not lose contact with Jared’s mouth.
“Don’t come,” Sir said in my ear.
Please!
Then a hand gripped my hair and pulled my head back, breaking my connection to Jared, and I growled in frustration. Sir kept up the steady in and out of his fingers.
“Don’t come,” he said again.
Jared nibbled my exposed neck, nipped my shoulder, sucked the tender flesh at that sensitive tendon.
“Don’t come,” Sir said yet again.
“I know!” I shouted in frustration. I was doing all I could not to come. Every muscle in my body was clenched tight, and I fought back the imminent pleasure hovering so very close to the surface I could practically taste it.
The fingers left my cunt, and I growled, thrusting my ass toward Sir. “I’m sorry, Sir,” I cried. “I’m sorry.”
Slap. I thought it was the riding crop that time on my upper thigh.
I screamed and clenched to fight the climax. Oh, God, I didn’t want to come because I didn’t want it to end. On the other hand, I was sure my body couldn’t take any more of this exquisite torture. I’d never been held on the edge so long, never in my life tried to fight off an orgasm. When they were available, they were meant to be taken and enjoyed.
The hand in my hair tightened, and I felt the light scrape of nails over my scalp. Mistress was the one with her hand in my hair. Jared still nipped at my skin, just hard enough to tease but without pain. Still, every touch seemed to tantalize another part of me. He nipped my neck, which made my pussy tingle. He licked my shoulder, and my nipples ached. Oh, God, did my nipples ache.
My right arm fell limp at my side, and I realized I’d been released from the chains, but when I tried to reach for Jared, my wrist was snatched behind my back. I twisted, trying to fight Sir’s gloved grip, which got me another slap, this time on my lower back, with Mistress’
riding crop.
A tear trickled from my eye beneath the silk blindfold and trailed down my cheek. Not from pain but from frustration. I couldn’t do this anymore. I couldn’t. If I didn’t come, my heart would explode and I’d die right there in front of these fucking people who wouldn’t let me come!
My hands were cuffed behind my back. Mistress yanked my hair then pushed my head forward until my mouth and nose bumped into Jared’s smooth chest.
“Bite him,” Sir commanded in a harsh whisper.
I opened my mouth and nipped Jared’s flesh. It was his pec. I felt his puckered, male nipple against my chin, and his muscles jumped beneath my lips.
“No, Sheri. Bite him. The way Mistress did.”
I clamped my teeth on his skin.
“Ahhhhgh.” That noise rumbled up Jared’s chest, and he pressed harder into me.
I moved a bit lower and did it again.
“Yessss...” my husband hissed.
I moved to his nipple and clamped on with my teeth as I stroked the little pebble of his nipple with my tongue.
“Harder.” That command came from my own husband, so I did it.
His breath puffed against the top of my head.
“He likes it, Sheri,” Mistress purred in that sultry voice right in my ear. She still held a handful of my hair in her hand, and I anticipated that riding crop lashing across some part of my already stinging skin.
I moved over Jared’s chest, biting down here and there, licking, tasting his salty skin. His flesh was hot, his muscles bunched, quivering.
Mistress’ hand pressed my head down, so I moved to his stomach. A big, gloved hand closed over my left arm to steady me, since I still had the spreader bar between my feet and would have landed in a heap on the floor.
Jared’s cock, so hard and silky, bumped my chin as I tipped my head to the side to bite his hip.
He lurched and growled deep in his throat.
“Again,” Sir commanded. And those gloved fingers returned to my cunt with a hard invasion that made me grunt and press back against him.
I did it again, only harder.
“Sheri,” Jared groaned. His cock twitched against my cheek.
I wanted to suck that dick. Make him come. I wanted to drink his essence.
Using my hair as a guide, Mistress moved me to his other hip, a spot he obviously found very pleasing if his reaction was any indication. I bit right above his hipbone then scraped my teeth over him, down his thigh as far as I could go. Then I moved back up between his legs, placing hard bites on his inner thighs as I went until my face pressed against his puckered ball sac.
Jared pumped his hips forward a couple times, and I drew his balls into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he exclaimed as I sucked them hard—what I would have thought was too hard to be pleasurable—but he didn’t attempt to pull away from my mouth.
The vibrations in my ass turned up a notch again. The thrusting of Sir’s fingers was fast and hard. My pussy clenched around that supple leather invading my core, but I concentrated on pleasuring my husband and not coming. I couldn’t come yet. I couldn’t. Jared needed me.
“Suck his cock,” Sir commanded. He sounded a little winded, and I vaguely wondered if even he was getting excited at what was going on here.
I wasted no time complying with the instruction. I pulled back and engulfed Jared’s dick with my mouth.
The sounds he made spurred me on. I sucked hard on the tip then took him deep, down my throat, then swallowed around the thickness of his shaft. Something that until now I’d been unable to accomplish. In my excitement, my gag reflex had shut off and the only thing in my head seemed to be pleasuring him.
“No. No. I...” Jared’s voice trailed off into a moan that could have been pleasure but could have also been pain.
The hand left my hair. Mistress must have been satisfied with my fulfillment of the instructions. But then I heard the slap of her riding crop yet again.
Jared shouted.
Another hard slap.
“More, Mistress,” he said on a heartfelt groan. “More, Sheri.”
I sucked as hard as I could, bobbing my head in time to the punishment within my cunt that Sir wielded. I took him deep again and again. The slap, slap, slap of the riding crop, combined with Jared’s grunts and groans and moans and whispered pleas spurred me on. I’d never heard him like this. Begging. I loved it. Every sound he uttered brought me closer to the edge.