Now was not the time to be slow to respond to commands.
Thalia watched as they talked quietly by the cabinet, both of them removing shoes and socks. Then they laughed. Kalen looked over at Thalia and his voice boomed in the room, “Thalia, present.”
She spread her knees wider and interlaced her fingers behind her head. Her pussy was soaked from the orgasm, and from watching Maggie, and from the pending promise of what was coming. She’d already had pleasure, now it was time for the other half of what she craved. And this time it would be Kalen and James, together, deciding how to push her.
“Face the wall, put your back to Maggie so she can watch.” James’ clear voice had her moving until she was in position. He climbed onto the bed and stood up in front of her, his cock tantalizingly in front of her, just on the other side of the fabric of his pants. As he reached up for the chains, giving them slack to bring them low enough for her arms he grinned down at her. He knew exactly what standing in front of her like this did to her. Her mouth watered.
“Arms up, Thalia.” Kalen ordered her and she raised her arms so James could slide the soft lined leather cuffs over her wrists. A few adjustments and the chains were taut enough to keep her arms above her head without making her arms so straight that she lost circulation. When he was satisfied James lowered himself in front of her, his hands trailing down her arms, over her shoulders, her breasts, her sides, until they stopped at her hips.
“Remind Kalen of your safe word, pet.” James leaned his head to the side, kissing over her shoulder, up her neck until his face was hidden in her hair as his lips trailed sucking, biting kisses. He was going to leave marks.
The slap of a crop behind her made her jump. Kalen must have popped it across his hand. That was going to leave marks too. Her body thrummed with the promise of it. “Chair, Master Kalen, it’s chair.”
“I remember.” Kalen rumbled behind her, and Thalia could hear the faint moans and whimpers stifled by Maggie’s gag. She must have started moving. “Move her back, James?”
James bit down on her shoulder making her gasp before he kissed the spot and stood again. Thalia looked up to watch James shift the chains connected to her wrist backwards on an elaborate set of cables above the bed. As he pushed the chains back, Thalia shuffled back until Kalen put a hand on her back to stop her. “Good?” James asked. His eyes were dark as he looked down at her.
“Yes. Why don’t ye go pick something, eh, James? I’ll get started.” Kalen’s voice was deep behind her, and before she could prepare the sharp sting of the crop landed across her ass. She cried out and an echoing muffled cry came from Maggie. Two more followed, hot lines burning into her skin as she bit down on the groans. The next two landed a little harder and Thalia was squirming, tugging against the chains so she heard the rattle above her. The sharp stings faded and Kalen spoke again, “First five. Thalia why don’t ye tell us why yer being punished?”
“Yes, pet, I want to hear you say it.” James was back, standing behind her. The thought of everyone staring at her backside as those five lines appeared on her skin made her shiver.
“I came without permission, Master Kalen.” She gasped a breath as she felt the heavy thud of a flogger land against her ribs. Her skin bloomed heat where James had laid the lash. “I’m sorry, Master!” Another thud on the other side, it was heavy and the strike shook her. The next three landed across her back in a pattern she knew was James’ hand. Each thud rocked her body, heating her skin and making her nerve endings wake up. She whimpered when he stopped, trying to absorb the sensations, but Kalen didn’t give her a moment.
“We’re at ten.” James said as Kalen brought the crop down a little harder in rapid succession. One, two, three and she was shifting her weight from knee to knee, tears pricking the edges of her eyes as she cried out.
“Please!” She was breathing hard when he paused, the muffled sounds of Maggie moving and straining for her own orgasm were impossible to ignore.
“Who made ye orgasm, Thalia?” Kalen asked, the tip of the crop trailing down her spine. She shuddered as her skin was extra sensitive from the flogger.
“Maggie.” Thalia mumbled it, and Kalen brought the crop down hard across the place where her thighs met her ass. It stung sharply and she let out a short scream, whining as it faded.
“Louder.” Kalen ordered.
“MAGGIE!” She shouted and Kalen brought the crop down across her thighs. Thalia yanked on the chains, whimpering as the line of fire settled into her skin. Maggie was moaning steadily behind her, the wet sounds of her movements summoning the image of her form rising and falling in the chair. The dildos moving in and out of her, and Thalia pictured Maggie’s hand slipping between her thighs to rub her clit. Her red curls falling forward as she worked towards her pleasure. It had Thalia panting, but the hard thud of the flogger across her shoulders brought her back to reality. It was almost too intense as the second and third landed. The deep, body shaking thuds of the flogger contrasting with the hard, sharp lashes of the crop. Her body was humming, sensation flooding her. The last two had Thalia moaning steadily, leaning forward away from the blows, resting her weight on the chains.
“We’re at twenty. Check in, pet.” James’ voice was lower, arousal evident in his tone. She loved being able to hear that he wanted her, that it was a struggle for him to hold back. A hard grip in her hair lifted her head, she hadn’t realized she’d let her chin fall to her chest as she recovered.
“Thalia, we need ye to check in.” Kalen’s voice was stern, demanding. It woke her up enough to evaluate herself. The ten lashes from the crop were settling in her skin, warm and a little sore, but fine. Her entire back was tender from the flogger, but she was still okay.
“I’m good, Master, I promise.” To make her point Thalia made herself kneel straight again, not leaning against the hold of the chains. She heard James’ voice speak quietly to Kalen, and a moment later the crop landed on her back. She hissed a whimper through her teeth, clenching her fists on the other side of the cuffs. Then the flogger landed across her ass, heavy and sharpening the sting of the welts Kalen had landed there. Crop, flogger, flogger, crop.
“Breathe, pet.” James corrected her and she forced a breath, but it came in on a whimper and out on a series of soft pleas. The flogger wrapped around her hip, then matched the other side. She was shivering when a hard swat of the crop made her jerk forward, the fiery line refusing to settle into her hot skin. Her backside must have been bright red from shoulder to knees, and she was waiting for the next lash when a muffled cry and a long, low moan came from Maggie. Thalia tried to control her breathing, to slow the tears on her cheeks as she listened to Maggie writhe and whimper in pleasure.
“One more for Thalia, Maggie. Open yer eyes. Watch.” Kalen spoke low, and then another hard crop lash where her ass met her thighs. The spot was always sensitive, but now it was brutal and she screamed before the cry settled into whimpers.
“Please, please, please, I’m sorry, Master, Master Kalen, please...” Thalia was babbling, and she jumped when someone’s hand ran down her back and over her ass. There was a texture to some of the welts, and she moaned softly as they began to rub her skin.
“That’s forty. Think you’ve earned your present, Thalia?” James was close to her, it was his hand rubbing her skin. She could hear Kalen speaking to Maggie, but couldn’t understand him through the buzzing in her ears.
“Have I, Master?” Thalia’s voice was soft, she was bordering on subspace and her voice reflected that dreamlike state she was so close to. James heard it and slid his hand between her thighs, thrusting two fingers sharply inside her, which wasn’t difficult as wet as she was. It snapped her head up though and she moaned.
“I think you have.” His fingers continued moving inside her, the heel of his hand rubbing against her clit until her hips were rocking in time with his thrusts. She was moaning quietly, biting her lip to fight the urge to beg. Begging now might just make him drag it out, just to hear h
er beg more. “Kalen, want to let her down?”
“Of course.” His voice came from beside her and then he was on the bed in front of her. His tawny brown eyes locked on hers and he tilted her chin up. Then he kissed her. It was a surprise, she hadn’t expected it. His beard scraped against her skin and the sensation was different, especially as gentle as he was. Only their lips were touching, his hands back at his sides as he waited for her to kiss him back. When she did her moan buzzed against his lips as James chose that moment to slide his fingers from her and begin circling her clit. Kalen’s hands were large and easily wrapped to the back of her head as he held her face so he could kiss her in earnest. His tongue sought hers and she tugged against the cuffs, wanting to touch him back, wanting to touch someone as James drove her higher. Each teasing slip of his fingers back inside her was torture, each thrust whether gentle or sharp made her moan against Kalen’s mouth. When James noticed she was relaxing into the touch of his fingers, he would draw her wetness back to her clit and renew her whimpers.
“Master Ka-, Master, jesus, I need -” Thalia couldn’t think straight between the two of them, and they were barely teasing her. Her body was electric with tension. Kalen lifted her chin so she had to look at him.
“Say please.” He brushed his thumb over her lip and she swallowed.
“Please, Master Kalen?” She would have said anything if it meant they’d stop teasing her, but that seemed to work. Kalen stood up on the bed in front of her and she became very aware of the erection in his pants. When he uncuffed her the rush of blood to her hands made her roll her shoulders. James removed his hand from between her thighs and held his fingers in front of her lips, she opened her mouth to suck them in, cleaning her taste from him as Kalen watched from above her. The moment wasn’t lost on her, especially not as Kalen began to unbutton his pants. She moaned against James’ fingers as he moved them in and out of her mouth, and Kalen slid his pants down to reveal his erection.
Kalen went commando? Of course he did.
James pulled his fingers from her mouth and massaged her shoulders and her neck for a moment as Kalen tossed his pants off the bed. “Do you want to taste him, pet?” James asked and Thalia nodded as Kalen gripped his cock and stroked it just inches in front of her mouth. She leaned forward to taste and James jerked her back by her shoulders. “Beg him.”
Kalen smiled down at her, stroking himself slowly. He was thick, the head of his cock dark and leaking precum that she wanted to catch with her tongue. The words tumbled from her, “Please, Master Kalen, may I taste you? Please? I want to taste you.” Maggie whimpered and moaned behind them.
“Absolutely. Why don’t ye put on a show for Maggie?” Kalen stepped to the side, and James twisted Thalia until Maggie could see them both. Kalen’s strong hand reached up and grabbed a chain to balance, and then his hand was on Thalia’s head, pulling her towards him. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and he groaned, opening her mouth to pull him in. His growl was low and loud, and Maggie moaned too. Thalia drew him back, and then in again, a little deeper with each dip of her head.
“Into your throat, pet.” James cupped the back of her head, and Kalen tightened his grip in her hair as he pushed deeper. He was thick and she panicked for a second, choking before she made herself swallow. Kalen groaned, easing back and then pushing forward harder. “Good girl,” James whispered and his hand moved between her thighs, thrusting two fingers inside her from behind. The hum of her moan made Kalen thrust harder, back deep into her, then he let her breathe before he thrust again. Thalia was rolling her hips, seeking more from James’ touch as she tried to keep her focus on Kalen’s cock in her mouth. He tasted like hot, male flesh, his pre-cum trailing over her tongue every time he pulled back from her throat.
“Stop.” Kalen pulled her back by her hair and she was left panting, whimpering, and moaning as James continued moving his fingers inside her. She was looking up at him, pleading with her eyes because she couldn’t form words. He crouched down in front of her, his thumb running across her swollen lips before he grinned. “I’m going to fuck ye, Thalia. Ready for that?”
She nodded quickly, but James took his hand from her and spanked her hard. It stung fiercely atop the welts already there and she whimpered, turning to look at him. His eyes were dark, his expression intense as he tilted his head. “Is that how you respond to a Dom, pet? Answer him properly.”
“I’m s- sorry. Yes, Master Kalen, I... I want you to fuck me.” She was talking quietly because she was shivering on edge, they’d teased her to the brink, and she wanted to fall over. Kalen smiled and pulled her forward by the back of her neck, his mouth covering hers again in a dominating kiss. When she leaned towards him, he grabbed her and pinned her to the bed. A tremor rolled through her as his knees pushed hers apart. Flashbacks to her dream had her rolling her hips up, but no fantasy could match the weight of him on top of her, the strength in his arms as he pinned her wrists above her head, the way James watched her with a flush in his cheeks as arousal strained his control. James handed Kalen a condom with a grin and he tore the foil with his teeth, but her eyes couldn’t leave the dark green of James’. He noticed, and it made his grin turned devious.
“Thalia, do you want both of us?” James asked, leaning closer to her. Kalen held himself above her, his knees widening hers just a little more as she arched her back, nodding furiously. “Say please.”
“PLEASE!” She cried out and Kalen thrust inside her hard. He stretched her and it bordered on painful for a moment, he rocked his hips back on a low moan and then thrust forward hard again. He filled her and she closed her eyes as she arched up against him. Maggie cried out against the gag, her rhythmic, low moans signaling she’d found a second orgasm. Thalia wanted hers. She lifted her hips against Kalen’s, his thrusts sharpening that edge inside her as her welts rubbed against the sheets. James had moved over to Maggie, pushing her hair back from her face, whispering to her. Thalia knew he was checking on her, but she couldn’t focus as Kalen slammed hard inside her again. His mouth trailed down her neck to her shoulder, his beard tickling and scratching across her skin until each shift of his body against hers was like an electric current.
“Do ye want to come, Thalia?” Kalen spoke between thrusts, his voice strained as he held tight to the control he had.
“Yes, please, please, Master Kalen, please let me come.” Thalia begged, rolling her hips up to let him thrust deeper.
“Let her come, Kalen.” James called over to them and Kalen chuckled above her before he grabbed on to her hip and shifted his thrusts so the next movement was directly on that bundle of nerves inside her.
“Oh god, oh fuck, oh god...” Thalia mumbled as she tensed, pulling against the hand Kalen was using to pin her wrists above her head. Her body was tightening, painfully holding her over the edge of orgasm, her clit pulsing to the rapid beat of her heart until she could only whimper as she sought the precipice. He backed off, shallow, slow thrusts that held her there, his lips teasing her as he kissed across her collar bone, ducked his head down to capture her nipple and draw it tight into his mouth. Her muscles shook as she waited, breathless, for the orgasm to break over her. Then he bit down on her nipple and thrust hard, and she was tumbling. Crying out with a moan as her mind blanked, suffused with the sparks of pleasure that raced up her spine, the heat that flooded between her thighs as she shook under him.
“Fuck.” Kalen groaned and let go of her wrists, dropping his weight on her hips to still her shifting movements. She was panting when he pressed a kiss to her lips, quieting the little moans that were still slipping from her as the echoes of pleasure slowed. With her mouth against his he rolled so she was on top of him and her body stilled. The shifting of the bed clued her in just before James’ hand landed on her back, and lubricant trickled between her ass cheeks. She rocked and Kalen groaned.
“Be still, pet.” James pressed a finger against the tight ring of muscles and she gasped against Kalen’s lips, and then s
he bent her head down, pressing her forehead against his chest as James stretched her. Kalen was still buried inside her, making the pressure of James’ second finger as he slid them in that much more intense.
“I don’t know, I don’t know if -” She was babbling against Kalen’s hard chest, and James’ hand rubbed soothingly over her back, and Kalen cupped the back of her head, his fingers in her hair.
“You’ll handle it, baby. Relax.” James worked his fingers inside her, stretching her little by little. He wasn’t rushing her, and Kalen was barely moving inside her. Their breaths and her shivers as the sensations increased were the only movements. “Take a deep breath, pet.”
She did, and he moved his fingers back. She heard a condom wrapper tear, and then he was pressing against her. Thalia’s hands fisted the sheets on either side of Kalen’s ribs, but he lifted her face so she looked at him. He looked hungry, his cock buried inside her, but he was holding on to his own control not to move too soon, and he was trying to calm her down as he spoke gently, “Breathe.”
Her ribs expanded and James pressed inside her, it was a burning ache, an impossible fullness as he eased forward. Thalia whimpered, and Kalen captured her mouth in a kiss, not letting her go until James was in. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...” Thalia panted when Kalen released her lips. He moved first, Kalen sliding back and thrusting up inside her. All three of them groaned, and Maggie joined them.
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