“Don’t come,” Sir said.
I hummed around Jared’s cock. A whine of frustration; a whimper of agreement. I would fight the orgasm. I would not come until he allowed it.
“As long as I’m in this room,” Sir said, his fingers stretching my cunt with each deep stroke, “you are not allowed to come again.”
“Fuck her mouth,” Mistress told Jared.
Jared’s hips moved then, and again I realized the control he’d held over himself. He pumped his cock deep on each thrust. I relaxed my jaw and throat and let him take what he needed as I stroked the underside of his silky shaft with my tongue.
“Mistress, I can’t...” His words ended on a moan as he pulled back, out of my mouth.
He still wore the cock ring. He couldn’t come.
One last slap sounded. Sir’s fingers left my core. I slumped forward a bit, and he steadied me. The only sound in the room was unsteady breaths and the soft hum of the vibrator up my ass.
“Don’t move,” Mistress said, though I wasn’t sure if she spoke to Jared or me.
Then I felt her hands fiddling with the shackles on my ankles. It had to be her, because Sir still held me.
“On your knees, Sheri,” Sir said as he lowered me to the floor.
I groaned as my muscles protested the change in position after having my legs locked straight for so long.
Sir’s gloved hand pressed against my chest, and I sat up, tensing and releasing my muscles to work some limberness back into them.
“Good girl,” Sir said softly.
I felt Mistress’ fingers on my wrists, and then she released me from my cuffs. She massaged one arm from fingers to shoulder, while Sir did the same on the other side. It felt good. Soothing. I closed my eyes behind the blindfold and breathed out a slow sigh, trying to steady my quivering insides and cool the lust still throbbing through me.
In my new position, the slick moisture between my thighs was even more noticeable. The vibrations in my ass more intense. I whimpered with the pleasure of the massage and the climax which hovered so close, yet out of reach. I knew if I wiggled my ass against my heels, I could make myself come, but I didn’t do it. I fought the urge. I needed to know what would happen next. What Sir and Mistress would command of us now.
“Better?” Sir asked.
“Yes, Sir,” I answered.
“Good. Go down on your hands.” He guided me forward and planted my palms on the cool tile. It felt great. I wanted to rest my cheek against it. I was burning up, inside and out.
“Look at that rosy ass,” Mistress said.
“Pretty,” Jared said, his voice a strained whisper.
“You want to fuck that sweet, juicy cunt?” she asked him.
“Yes, Mistress.”
I stayed still in my exposed position, my ass in the air, the thing buzzing inside of me. I still wore the blindfold, and knowing that three people stared at my exposed pussy made me shiver. I liked it more than I ever thought I would—could. I’d never known I was an exhibitionist until now, but I realized I definitely was. I even liked Mistress commenting on my cunt. I wondered, just a little bit, what it would feel like if she touched me in a sexual way. I’d never in my life entertained those kinds of thoughts, but I was now. And I wondered what Jared would think if he saw me with another woman. Would it thrill him? Would it make him hot?
“On your knees,” Mistress said.
“Yes, Mistress,” Jared responded.
“Shove that gorgeous cock into her then stop. Don’t move.”
I quivered and spread my thighs a bit. The tension was killing me.
It seemed to take forever for him to comply with the order.
I screamed and lunged back against him when he finally entered me. With the vibrator up my ass, he filled me fuller, tighter, than ever before. Stars exploded behind my blindfold, and I didn’t think I could hold off the orgasm any longer. Though I tried. I did. With all my might, I fought the need coursing through me.
“Don’t come,” Sir said as if reading my thoughts. He was right next to me, his low voice in my ear. “Don’t come, yet,” he whispered. “Jared’s going to fuck you and fuck you until you can’t stand it any longer. He’s going to pound that cunt of yours until you can’t walk. The longer you hold off, the more you experience, the better it will be.”
I nodded my head in understanding, even as I clenched my muscles and prayed I could hold off the orgasm. I wanted to experience it all, but I’d never forced myself to withhold against pleasure. I’d sought pleasure my whole adult life. To deny myself now was near impossible. I had no control, no will power.
Yes, yes I did. I could do this. I needed to do this. For myself. For my husband. I owed it to both of us to follow the instructions and be a good girl.
“Spank her,” Mistress ordered.
Jared tapped my right butt cheek—in that same soft way he always did at home.
I heard the slap of her riding crop, and Jared lurched forward with a grunt. His balls teased my clit, and I whimpered, afraid I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“I said spank her not pet her. Spank your wife! Let her know who’s boss!”
The next blow that landed stung, and I whimpered. The next was even harder, and the next brought tears to my eyes.
“Please, Sir. More,” I cried.
Jared complied, his open palm landing again and again on my ass, alternating cheeks. His cock nudged deep inside of me with each blow, and I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t.
“Let go. Let him have control over your body,” Sir whispered.
“Feel his big cock inside of you. Feel the bite of his hand on your flesh.
Know that he loves you. He wants you to experience everything you’ve ever wanted.”
I never doubted my husband’s love, but for him to be here, taking instruction the way he was when in his everyday life he was the CEO of a huge company...
I cried out and thrust back against him, needing him, only him.
“Let go,” Sir said again. “Let go of your control. Let him rule your body.”
Over Sir’s words I heard Mistress whispering, though I couldn’t concentrate enough to understand her. I assumed she spoke to Jared the way Sir spoke to me. Giving instructions.
“You don’t have to be in control of your body,” Sir continued,
“when you’re in your lover’s embrace. Trust him to see to your needs. To your care. Trust him to know when you need to come. Trust him.”
“I do,” I said on a whimper. “I do.”
“Fuck her, Jared. Take care of her.”
And then Jared was moving within me, and the vibrator’s buzzing reached even higher.
At first he took long, slow strokes, cramming his dick in as far as it would go with each thrust, his balls teasing my clit as they swung against my body.
My muscles clenched tight, and I fought the building tension inside of me. Jared would know when I should come. Jared would know . Trust my lover. Don’t come until he tells me. He knows me. He loves me. Jared is in control.
His strokes grew faster, harder, even deeper. He grunted on each push, and the sound of his pleasure made me quake. My entire body shook. Sweat slicked my skin. My arms quivered as I tried desperately to hold myself up and not fall on my face.
My breasts swayed beneath me with each hard stroke of his cock.
A sharp slap stung my left ass cheek, and I cried out.
“More?” Jared asked.
“Yes, Sir. Please.”
Deeper thrusts, another spanking, and then another. Harder each time until I could hold still no longer and pushed back against him with each stroke.
I couldn’t think then. Could only feel. The cool, hard tile beneath my hands and knees. The ache in my breasts where the chain swayed with my movements, adding to the deep sensation that had been there since Sir put the clamps on me. The vibrations in my ass and its fullness. The hard slap of my husband’s hand against my ass. He never hit the same place twice and didn’t have a steady rhythm, so as I rocked back against him, I never knew when the next one would land.