Jared growled and leaned forward, burying his face against my cunt.
I screamed and thrust forward, wishing I could spread my legs wider, wind them around his shoulders and pull him in deeper.
Sir swung again, and I watched the dozens of leather strips bite into Jared’s back, heard the snap and slither.
Jared grunted, and the vibration of the noise echoed through my cunt, making me hotter, wetter, needier. He suckled and licked me. I was so close. So damn close!
“Don’t come.”
Fuck you, I thought in response to Sir’s command as I glared at him.
I was going to come all over Jared’s face, and there was nothing he could do about it.
“If you come,” Sir said as if he knew my thoughts, “it all ends.”
I clenched my teeth and fought back the orgasm growing within me.
Sir lashed Jared again.
“Harder,” Mistress commanded. “Suck that clit. Shove your tongue into her cunt. Make her squirm.”
And he did all those things like an expert—as he never had before.
I twisted my body this way and that, needing more, wanting to ride his face harder. Watching him made it even harder to hold off the climax.
He slurped up my juices as though it were the best thing he’d ever tasted.
His teeth scraped my labia, and I cried out.
“That’s it, Jared,” Mistress purred just as Sir struck again. “Do that again. Make her scream.”
He latched onto my clit with his lips and sucked so hard I thought I’d die if I didn’t let go.
Sir stepped behind me.
“Please,” I begged. “Please! ”
Jared made a humming sound as he jabbed his tongue deep into my core. I heard him swallow.
Mistress reached around Jared and pinched his nipple.
His teeth scored my engorged flesh.
“Please....”
“Come now, Sheri,” Sir whispered in my ear an instant before the flogger stung my ass.
I screamed, every muscle in my body tightening. Another bite of pain from the leather lashes, and Jared nipped my clit. I dropped my head back and let go. The orgasm raged through me as if it would tear me in two.
“More,” Sir whispered in my ear. “Again.”
His soft words spurred my body, which was no longer under my control. I thrust my cunt against my husband’s face as he tortured my flesh with his lips and teeth and tongue. Stars exploded behind my eyelids and I whimpered—the only sound left inside of me.
“Once more,” Sir said in my ear at the same time Mistress instructed Jared to, “Suck her clit hard.”
All I could do was thrust against him. Then something cold and slick touched my anus, and I tensed an instant. I didn’t have time to think about what was happening behind me because the suction Jared placed on my clit grabbed all my attention, and another shimmering orgasm spiraled through me, sucking the breath from my lungs.
Then that something was seated in my ass, filling me, stretching me.
“Oh, God,” I cried as the low vibrations of a vibrator kicked on in inside my ass. I bucked and squirmed, felt as if I should have another orgasm even though I’d never before experienced three in a row in so short a time.
“Enough, Jared,” Mistress said.
“No! Not enough,” I cried to no avail.
For my outburst, Sir reached around me and grabbed the tip of my nipple, making a lightning bolt of pain rush through my upper body. I gasped.
“Silence, Sheri. Don’t anger me.”
I couldn’t think. I whimpered, mewled like a kitten. “Please, Sir.
Oh, God...” I’d never had anything up my ass before. Never knew the sensation would be so fucking incredible, yet so unfulfilling. I needed... something!
I slumped against the chains holding me up, letting myself hang for a moment as I desperately tried to catch my breath, bring my brain back into my body and think straight. The first thought that came was, What the hell have I gotten myself into?
The second was to wonder why my husband stood there in front of me with a look of... satisfaction...on his smug face.
I narrowed my eyes at him as I forced myself to stand upright again, locking my knees so I didn’t fall on my face. Not that I could because of my bound hands above my head.
“Are you done?” Sir asked.
I nodded even though with that damn thing buzzing in my ass and my cream dripping down my thighs, I was far from done. What I needed now was Jared’s cock inside of me. So hard, pounding the hell out of me.
“What do you want?” Sir asked.
Mistress was back to stroking my husband with the tip of her riding crop. She stood to his side, facing him, her other hand tweaking his nipple. His eyes were glazed with lust. He obviously enjoyed what Mistress did to him, but he had eyes only for me.
“I want more, Sir,” I said, trying desperately to keep my voice from quavering. If I asked to fuck my husband, that would be the end of our time here. No one had told me so, but it’s what I assumed. Once Jared came, it was over. Wasn’t it?
“I’m going to blindfold you now,” Sir said.
Before I could respond either way, blackness covered my eyes. I sucked in a sharp breath. Naked and blindfolded with Jared was one thing. Naked and blindfolded with Jared and two other people was a little scary. A lot terrifying.
“Do you need to use your safe word?” Sir asked.
I shook my head. I trusted him, and Mistress. We had a contract.
They’d inflict pleasurable pain. They wouldn’t kill me. I hope.
“Say it.”
“No, Sir. I don’t want to use my safe word now.”
I heard Jared’s breathing grow deeper, unsteady. What the hell was happening to him?
I didn’t have time to think on it because the sting of hot wax hit the swells of my breast. I bit my tongue to keep from whining and waited for it to cool. It didn’t take long because someone blew on it, hardening it.
The next drops slipped down my chest between my breasts. Again, cool breath eased the sting.
I yelped when the heat touched my tortured nipples.
“Yes, baby,” Jared whispered. He was too far away to touch me, for me to feel his body heat, and he definitely wasn’t the one blowing on the wax to cool it, but his voice made me shiver.
Watching my torture made him hot. I loved that. Craved that. God, how I loved that man.
“More,” Jared said, urging Sir—or Mistress—whichever held the candle. “She likes it.”
I did. It was different than the flogging. Almost more intimate. The silence of the room, broken only by the sounds of breathing and my husband’s deep voice. I wish it were him doing it to me. His breath cooling the sting. His body next to mine.
More wax fell across my breasts, teasing my nipples. I tensed when Sir’s gloved fingers stroked over the hardened wax. It was an odd sensation, and I realized why he’d blindfolded me. He wanted me to feel more.
The strange sensation of hardened, cooled wax peeling from my skin made me shiver. I’d never experienced anything like that before. I wanted more. More of all of it. Everything.
“Lick her,” Mistress purred.
A tongue lapped the upper swell of my left breast where the wax had been. Breathing in, I got a whiff of Jared’s musky cologne, and I groaned.
The tip of his cock teased my abdomen, and I thrust against him.
An open‐handed pop on my ass made me yelp because it was so unexpected while Jared tenderly laved my breasts.
“Don’t move,” Sir commanded.
The vibrations in my ass sped up a bit, and I whimpered. I needed to move.
“Lick her nipples,” Mistress commanded.