by Sara Fields
She remained still as it popped again, this time grazing the curve of her bottom cheeks. Keening at the sudden sting, it took everything within her to remain still as the whip cracked against her backside and the knife returned to the curve of her breasts. Again and again, the whip cracked, the knife grazed and she didn’t move.
She fell deeper and deeper into the black abyss, free like she had never felt before.
The knife clattered to the floor and a leather strap kissed the fullness of her bottom, leaving a white-hot line of pleasure mixed with pain across her ass. Gripping the handcuffs holding her still, she lifted herself an inch and moaned in pleasure at its sudden relentless bite.
“Oh, please, Masters,” she begged, not knowing what exactly she was begging for. The strap licked her again, this time catching the folds of her pussy and leaving her shivering in a world of pain. Her pussy throbbed, begging for more.
She moaned and the strap kissed her once again.
Noah’s fingers brushed through her hair, fisting at the back of her head. He claimed her then in a kiss that both consumed and devoured her all at once. His tongue plundered her mouth as a pirate would claim a chest of treasure. He claimed her, conquered her, and she folded into him. His fists pulled her hair roughly and she loved every second of it. She kissed him back just as roughly, her eyes rolling back in her head from the overwhelming passion coursing through her system.
The leather strap burned across her bottom once, then twice and she lost count after that. Fingers touched the secret place in between her legs and across the tight rim of muscle of her bottom hole and she shivered in lust.
More, more, she silently pleaded.
A finger then circled around her clit and she fell apart.
Her release was instantaneous and all-consuming. Her entire world burned with her passion and her throat ached from her screams.
Her hips rolled and her nipples hardened and she quaked with pleasure and desire. Her orgasm was so powerful she didn’t know if she would survive it, but she held on. Throwing her head back, she screamed and trembled and Noah held her steady, cruel and cold and everything she ever wanted in a man.
He kissed her softly then and she melted into his embrace.
She opened her eyes then and met his, feeling as though she was a dove set free from her cage. He had been right. She felt alive.
Her nerves tingled, her skin buzzed, and she eagerly awaited his next command.
Quickly, she was released from the cuffs that held her captive, and deposited on her hands and knees before her men. Zack moved in front of her and unbuckled the belt at his waist. It fell to the floor with a heavy clank. He unlaced his black cotton pants and dropped them just a little bit, revealing his incredibly hard erection.
Licking her lips, she leaned forward, yearning to take him in her mouth and she wasn’t disappointed when he placed the head of his cock on the tip of her tongue. It felt like velvet on her tongue, hard as iron and as delicious as she imagined.
He tasted salty, a bit bitter, and sweet—a decadent mix of male flavor that left her mouth watering profusely. Swirling her tongue around the head of his cock, she leaned into him, placing her hands on her thighs for support.
Something else probed at her entrance, already wet with her arousal. It was hot and hard, and she slowly came to the realization that it was Noah’s own shaft claiming her. Noah slammed his cock into her entrance and she moaned around Zack’s member, shuddering with her own pleasure at the sudden onslaught. Her lips suckled at the erection between her lips and Zack groaned with his pleasure.
She felt powerful in that moment. Noah slammed into her again, owning her completely with every single moment. Zack’s cock edged at the back of her throat and she gagged a little before she opened herself to him.
Owned completely by her men, with a dick both in her pussy and deep in her throat, she relented and enjoyed herself. Quivering with lust, she suckled at Zack and pressed back against Noah, moaning and shuddering with desire at being taken by two men at once.
Noah stretched her wide, and she shivered with desire as he pounded her and claimed her as his. Zack’s cock pushed at the bottom of her throat and she opened for him, and he groaned into her. Suckling harder, she put her entire self into the act and he shuddered between her lips. A hot, molten liquid spurted at the back of her throat and she did her best to swallow every last drop.
Her clit throbbed and she keened with lust as Noah stroked her channel with vigor and she quivered around him. He pounded her harder and she lost control completely, her pussy clenching hard around his cock as her entire body throbbed with passion. Hot seed filled her and her back arched as she screamed with delight. Shivering with her desire, she quaked beneath her men, claimed by them utterly and completely.
She loved every last second of it.
Zack took her in a kiss then, lifting her to her feet. Noah entwined his arms around her waist, holding her close to the two of them and she very nearly purred with pleasure.
One of them wrapped her in a blanket and deposited her on a soft bed and she curled up with it, happy to be taken care of. Her body continued to smolder and her core still throbbed with the passionate embrace they had shared, yet still she craved more. Noah wrapped her in a sheet and picked her up by himself, an action that seemingly took no effort at all. They walked into the living room and sat down on the couch.
They cuddled her while periodically placing a soft kiss on her forehead. When she felt like she had mentally joined reality once again, they placed her back on the floor.
“I want you to act as my footstool, sweet Isabella. Let me rest my feet on your back. Be a good pet and keep your form steady for your master,” Noah said, his voice both firm and sure, commanding her to please him.
Her entire being folded to him, as she did her best to correct her form. On her hands and knees, she steadied her body and tightened every muscle in her legs and core. When Noah’s boots first hit her back, she gasped at their weight and tensed as much as she could.
She straightened her back under the foreign weight. Oddly enough, it felt right. The act, very simple and easy, spoke so much more to her than any act of pain or pleasure her men could give her.
They could use her for anything they wished. An act as simple as performing as an ottoman for her master’s feet put her in her place. Her heartbeat gradually steadied and she reveled in her position. The mark of his ownership of his feet on her was so pronounced that it took over her mind completely. The two of them sat there for a long time before another pair of boots settled on top of her and she knew it was Zack.
They sat there for a long time, with their feet on her back. She held still, losing herself in the anonymity of it, of being a footstool, of letting her body relax after they had taken it so completely.
She had no control, none, and she didn’t need it. Zack and Noah dominated her and that was all she needed. She smiled, even as her hands and knees became sore, yet still she submitted to them as their foot rest. There was something intoxicating about the whole act and she allowed herself to float within her mind. She didn’t need to do anything, think anything, or say anything except support her masters’ feet.
When they finally removed their boots from her back, she sighed both from relief and disappointment. Hands curled around her waist and lifted her on top of their laps and she groaned quietly as their arms circled around her. They sat there for long while before either brother said anything to break the easy silence between them.
“Such a sweet pet. We require you to serve us a cigar, would you be willing to do that?” Zack asked, his voice cool yet confident.
“Yes, sirs,” she replied with a soft giddy smile. She didn’t quite know what they meant, but it didn’t sound too bad. Slightly anxious, she watched as Zack walked over to a nearby fireplace and picked up a large, heavy wooden box. He placed it on the table before her as Noah slowly slid her body to the floor.
“On
your knees, pet. I want you to pay close attention now. Should you learn to do this well, then it will be incorporated as a regular part of your training and you will be rewarded,” Noah said quietly, yet his voice was still powerful all the same.
Sitting back on her heels, she watched as Zack took the top off the box and revealed expensive-looking cigars. Each one had a small gold and black foil label. He took some time to explain to her each side of the cigar.
“When the cigar is fully prepped, you will light the flat end of the cigar. You want to take the cutter,” he said as he held up what looked like a pair of scissors, except the shears were short and round and had a curved cutting edge. “As a pet, you will learn exactly where to cut a cigar for your master. You want to cut a little bit of the tip off here, so that there is still a shoulder.” Moving closer, Zack showed her the cap of the cigar and slowly cut it for her, pointing out the correct and incorrect places to cut it.
Next, he had her cut one herself as he sat down beside Noah, leaving her on the floor on her knees. After she cut it, he inspected her work and she waited, a little nervous that she wouldn’t please him since she had never done anything like it before.
After a long moment, he gave her a curt nod.
“Now you must wet it. Use your mouth to dampen both ends,” Noah commanded and her eyes opened wide in surprise. Slowly, she opened her lips and slid the cigar onto her tongue. The flavor was smoky and all-consuming and the scent of it permeated her senses completely. The aroma was sweet, spicy, and woodsy with hints of cedar, honey, and nutmeg. Taking a deep breath, she allowed the decadence of the act to wash over her.
She suckled one end and then the other. Then, she did the same with the second cut cigar. As she did so, she met the eyes of both Zack and Noah and she grew bolder then. They studied her as she pressed the cigar back and forth between her lips. Zack groaned softly and she wiggled a little as desire pumped through her. She could already feel the wetness gathering between her legs, a powerful indicator of just how turned on she was becoming.
“Now, light a match and lightly toast the flat end, pet. Don’t light it, just heat it enough to dry the saliva away on both ends. Then, you must present it to us. Palms flat, hands up high over your head, eyes on the floor,” Noah guided, tracing his fingers up and down her arm. She shivered at the delicate touch.
Zack picked up a long match and lit it, then handed it to her. She was careful, and held the flame close to the end of the cigar, just enough to dry the ends she had just suckled. With a small puff of air, she blew out the match and situated the cigar on the flat of her hands, careful not to touch the ends she had just toasted.
Carefully, she crawled forward and lifted her palms up and over her head, presenting the cigar to Noah first. He took it and placed it between his lips, inspecting her work. He drew a deep breath through it, like he was tasting and testing it. She kept her palms in the air, unsure if she should move yet.
After a long moment, he placed it back in her palm.
“Light it for me, pet. It’s ready. Hold the match to the end and make sure it is completely orange. Then, you’ll have to draw a breath through it to light it. Then, you must present it to me again,” Noah directed her. Zack handed her another lit match and she held the flame directly to the flat end, watching as the cigar began to glow red and then orange as the fibers lit. She breathed softly on the end, before lifting the cigar to her lips. She drew a breath through it and puffed, ensuring it was bright and well-lit before she took it back in her fingers. Then, she put the cigar on the fleshy part of her palm so that the lit end didn’t burn her.
She presented it to Noah once again and he carefully took it from her. She repeated the entire ceremony for Zack next, toasting and presenting it to him for his inspection. Once it was returned to her, she lit it and gave it back to him, all the while on her knees on the floor, as they sat on the couch before her.
Noah took a long drag before leaning forward toward her.
“Arch your back, show me those pretty pink nipples,” he said, his voice dark and powerful. She shivered, yet followed his directions.
He moved the lit end toward her, bathing her in the woodsy smoke. She trembled as it neared her breasts, never touching, but the threat was there. It was hot and her blood boiled with fear, anticipation, and arousal.
“Don’t move, pet,” he warned and she had to concentrate to suppress the shiver that ached to race down her spine. Her chest rose and fell with the exertion of keeping still. Panting, she kept her eyes on the end of Noah’s cigar as he smoked it and then put it back near her breasts. Her nipples felt like they were moments away from catching fire and she couldn’t help but whimper as she yearned for more. They were hard little buds that begged for him to place his lips on them, rather than the cigar.
Licking her lips, she imagined just that. Moaning, she struggled to keep still as her arousal dripped down her thighs. With every minute that passed, more ash was visible on the end, a slow, steady process that both intoxicated and mesmerized her.
This continued for at least fifteen minutes before he sat back, glancing at the ashy end of the cigar.
“Put your palms out. You will take the ash now,” he commanded and her arms moved together of their own accord.
She watched, as if in a trance as he tapped the cigar, once and then twice. Swirls of gray drifted down toward her hands. The ash touched her skin and she breathed audibly low, expecting it to burn, but it didn’t. It was warm, bordering on too hot, but not quite.
He tapped the cigar once more before sitting back. She moved her palms to Zack and he repeated the motion. Slowly, she took the ash and moved her hands from side to side, gasping as the heated areas broke apart, the warmth slowly dissipating as the embers began to cool just a little.
“Good girl,” Noah sighed and her arousal deepened. She had pleased him.
“Put your hands together now. I want you to feel it,” Zack ordered and she whined quietly as she obeyed. Nervously, she pressed her palms together and moaned as the embers smoldered between her hands. Zack took her wrist then and held her hands together between his fingers. She whined at the heat it generated and at the dark smoky look in his eyes. It was almost as though he enjoyed watching her suffer and she shivered at the realization. Eventually, after a long moment, the ash cooled and she breathed a sigh of relief as he released her hands from his grasp.
Noah then pointed to a wide gold vase and she crawled over to it, keeping her hands together so she didn’t drop anything on the floor. She wiped off her palms into the vase and returned to her masters. Over the next hour or so, she repeated this motion, coming to love the ceremony of the entire scene.
In the quiet, she spent much of the time in a state of floaty self-reflection. She very much liked serving her masters, but she liked pleasing them that much more. She breathed in the woodsy smoke and allowed herself to enjoy it. Her body throbbed, wanting their hands on her once again. Without a doubt, her pussy was soaked with her juices. There would be no denying that fact. Her nipples were hard little buds jutting out from the peaks of her breasts and her skin was flushed pink.
They had her collect ash a few more times and she calmly enjoyed just relaxing in their presence. When they had finished their cigars and she had disposed of all the ashes, Noah got up and gave her a warm, wet towel in order to cleanse her hands.
“I want you to go to the bedroom now and wait for us. I want your ass facing the door on your knees. Place your cheek on the floor. If I am displeased with your position, you’ll be spanked and thoroughly punished. Go now,” Noah ordered as he took the towel from her.
She moved to get up to her feet but Zack’s hand on her shoulder stopped her.
“I want you to crawl,” he whispered.
Sliding back down to her hands and knees, she moved forward down the hall, knowing that the two of them could see every bare and naked inch of her body. She shuddered with humiliation, knowing that they would disc
over just how aroused she was.
When she arrived in the bedroom, she knelt on the soft fur rug beneath her. Leaning downward, she placed her cheek on the floor and arched her back, lifting her ass impossibly high in the air.
She relaxed there for what seemed like forever before she heard footsteps moving down the hall. Desperately, she wanted to look back to see their faces, to guess what they were thinking, but she didn’t, knowing that they expected her complete obedience.
Her body felt feverishly hot, warming as she felt their eyes on her body.
“Look at the pretty pink pussy,” Noah said and she shivered.
“Reach behind and spread those cheeks for your masters. Show us your naughtiest hole, pet,” Zack said expectantly. Her stomach seemed to drop to the floor at his words.
Her fingers slowly edged up her thighs and glided against the vulnerable skin of her bottom. With a deep shaky breath, she gripped her cheeks and spread them apart, slowly with some hesitation. An inherent sense of shame intermingled with pleasure rocked her senses and she reeled from it.
Footsteps sounded close to her ears and she tried her best not to move a single muscle. Despite her efforts, her pussy clenched at their power over her. Rough fingertips grazed against her sensitive skin and she shuddered.
“She’s soaked. Look at her wet, greedy little cunt—wanting more after we serviced her already this morning,” Noah said and she trembled.
A loud smack rang out and she yelped as the flat of a hand smacked her backside.
“Wider,” Zack commanded and she obeyed with a soft whimper.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she pulled her cheeks apart as wide as she could and shuddered with her shame. As she trembled beneath her men on the floor, she was further reminded of exactly who was in charge.
Arms wrapped around her waist and lifted her on top of the bed. She was quickly deposited on her stomach. When hands moved between her bottom cheeks, she couldn’t help but jump and try to escape the humiliating touch.
“Bad pet. You don’t get to say no to your owners,” Noah admonished.
