What We're Meant to Be

by P Nelson

  “Perfect.” Martin murmured as he took in their sub.

  “Fucking perfect.” Linkin agreed as they both moved to stand before Delaney. His cock throbbed against the rough denim of his jeans, and Linkin had to steady his breaths. He looked as if all his Christmases had come at once. Breasts waiting for his hands and lips, pussy on display, hands and arms behind her back. He could come in his pants, and they hadn’t even gotten to the good parts yet.

  “I can’t wait,” Martin declared as he leaned forward and sucked one of Delaney’s nipples into his mouth. Their combined groan of pleasure spurred Linkin into taking her other nipple into his mouth. Rolling the hard little nubbin around his mouth, tugging on it with his teeth made lust sink low in his belly, his balls tightening up against his body. Delaney was responding enthusiastically to their ministrations, and her breathing became choppy with moans erupting from the back of her throat. He let go of her nipple at the same time Martin did.

  “We had better get to her punishment.” Linkin reached overhead and steadied a set of ropes and chains fitted with loops on the ends. Martin walked over to the side where a set of ropes and levers and loosened the correct ropes to bring them down far enough for Linkin to attach the carabineers between the two loops.

  After checking and double-checking to make sure the ropes, loops, and carabineers were in place. Linkin nodded at Martin, giving him the signal to start tightening the rope.

  “We’re going to lift you face up for this first part of the scene. You’ll feel a slight tugging sensation on the harness around your body.” Linkin held a hand to her back and watched as the ropes became tighter, the sound of creaking rigging filled the dungeon. Linkin held back a groan at the erotic sight of Delaney’s body lifting a few inches from the table.

  “Now, your legs.” Linkin reached out and unfolded one leg, then the other, supporting them as her thighs lifted in front of her body, into a suspending sitting position before the ropes creaked and strained further, bringing her thighs level, just under her torso, ass hanging down.” Linkin pulled the table from underneath her, and watched the wonder on Delaney’s face, as she hung suspended in the air.

  “Where are you, sub?” Martin asked as he walked over.

  “Green, Master Martin,” Delaney gasped. “This is amazing.”

  “Not yet.” Linkin grunted as he reached up to manipulate the ropes. Delaney’s thighs came open as wide as her legs would allow, her pussy and asshole on display for them. “Now, it’s fucking perfect.” Stepping between her legs, he rubbed his hands down her legs, feeling her feet to make sure she still had proper circulation. Martin did the same to her arms, which were hanging underneath her body.

  He wanted to undo his jeans, and press his cock inside of her. He could tell her pussy was wet, and it would feel so fucking good to be inside her again. Unfortunately, they couldn’t skip her punishment. It was too important to their future relationship. Delaney had to know there would be consequences for her actions, and her loving Doms would deliver those consequences.

  Forcing his body from between her legs, Linkin went over to the small table and picked up one of the floggers. Martin did the same, testing the leather falls against the back of his arm a few times. Rolling back his shoulders Linkin stood one side of Delaney as Martin took up residence on the other. He trailed the end of the flogger along her skin, watching as it erupted in gooseflesh.

  “Do you like how this feels, little sub?” Martin asked as he let the falls of his flogger trail between her legs, rubbing the end of the handle in her pussy a few times.

  “Yes, Master Martin. Oh yes.” Delaney’s voice held a hint of a whine, just like when she begged for their cocks. She was clearly enjoying the teasing nature of the floggers so far. This wasn’t all about pleasure; it was also about the sting of pain.

  “You don’t need to count this time, little sub,” Linkin instructed. “Even though this is a punishment, we want you to feel and absorb the falls of the flogger.”

  “We’ll begin.” Linkin nodded at Martin who rolled his neck a few times, the dominance in the other man’s features reflecting his own energy. They were preparing to suck the submission out of Delaney and roll it back to her as peace, pleasure, and the warm glide of pain only a flogger could give.

  “Yes, Master Linkin.” The words were barely out of Delaney’s mouth when Linkin let his flogger come down on her breasts in a light hit. Delaney’s body shook in reaction, and a little cry erupted from her throat. The sound went straight to his cock, as he pressed harder against the zipper of his jeans. Linkin wondered if he was going to end up with a permanent marking on his cock. Linkin watched as Martin let his first blow fall between Delaney’s open legs, her body jerking in response.

  The two of them set to work on Delany’s body. Soon, her cries of surprise and pain turned to moans of pleasure, her skin warming to the falls of the floggers as Linkin and Martin steadily increased the strength behind each well-placed stroke. Delaney was sweating and crying out for release by the time Linkin mentally counted fifty strokes for himself and watched as Martin brought his arm down one final time.

  Delaney’s head had fallen back, her eyes half closed. Linkin surveyed her features with satisfaction. She had completely surrendered to them. Her giving him and Martin so much power felt like tangible electricity in the room. Making them taller, more heated, bringing them to a place that was calm yet so fucking exciting, Linkin thought his skin might burst.

  Martin stood between Delaney’s legs rubbing her thighs and ass, his gaze on her face. Linkin knew his boyfriend was experiencing the same build-up of power as Linkin went to Delaney’s head and gently lifted her face. Her eyes blinked slowly as she came back to earth. Linkin could see Martin steadying himself as he opened Delaney’s pussy further to his gaze. Delaney moaned and tried to buck her hips towards him.

  “I think our little sub deserves an orgasm,” Martin announced as he pressed his face into one of Delaney’s inner thighs. Delaney whimpered in response as she felt the rough bristles of Martin’s cheeks against her sensitive flesh. She had experienced a flogging before, but with Master Martin and Master Linkin it felt as if she had reached peace. After the first few strikes, Delaney felt the stinging falls of the flogger begin to heat her skin, by the end she was deliciously sensitive all over, her mind floating away on clouds.

  Hands on her body, Linkin gently lifted her head up to support her neck and brought her back into the dungeon. She had taken her punishment like a good little sub. Her Masters would now reward her. Delaney cried out as Linkin’s hands and mouth came down on the sensitive flesh of her breasts. They thrust up from her body like offerings for his mouth as he played with them, the skin bursting with need at the flogging. She only had a second to catch her breath before Martin’s hot mouth came down on her core.

  “Yes, Masters,” Delaney yelled out. Her body tensing in her bindings, unable to stop herself from writhing as her Doms worked over her over-sensitive body. It didn’t take long for an orgasm to build, and she shrieked out her pleasure. Linkin released her breasts, but Martin continued to eat at her focusing his tongue and teeth on her clit, now too sensitive from her orgasm. She tried to pull away from him but was completely at his mercy.

  “Kiss the instrument that gave you so much pleasure.” Linkin’s voice sounded in her ear before he bit down on her earlobe. She cried out as the handle of the flogger he had been using dipped into her open mouth. Delaney sucked at the leather as she felt another foreign object penetrate her channel. Wanting to feel herself filled up, Delaney pressed down as Martin fucked her with the handle of his own flogger, not giving her any respite. Delaney’s thighs started shaking, and she twisted and turned at the ropes all the while Linkin whispered dark, sensual promises in her ear.

  Delaney felt her body convulse, her channel tightening on the leather sliding in and out of her. White hot pleasure poured through her veins as she screamed her release. Stars broke out behind her eyelids, and Delaney was sure she s
topped breathing for a full minute. Sobs tore from her throat as she tried to suck in great gulps of air. All her orgasms with these two men had been amazing, but Delaney wondered if she was having a religious experience.

  The mouth working her pussy left her flesh swollen and wet as she felt her upper body lift, Linkin, still supporting her head, held her to his shoulder as blood rushed through her body at her new position. A slight feeling of being lightheaded swept over her, but Linkin held her in his arms until the feeling passed.

  ‘Where are you, little sub?” Linkin was struggling with his inner caveman. After watching Delaney orgasm twice, he wanted nothing more than to get inside of her sweet pussy and ride to oblivion. She was sitting up now, legs spread wide. The perfect position for her to take both cocks in her sweet pussy.

  “Green, Master Linkin,” Delaney replied with half-closed eyes. She looked like a delightful wet dream.

  “Good, little sub. We’re going to release your arms now.” Linkin murmured in her ear. He stepped away to remove his jeans. His cock bounced a few times before settling against his stomach. The relief he felt at finally releasing his confined flesh was short-lived. Delaney’s wet pussy and her half-dazed expression made precome leak out of the slit.

  “There you go, little sub,” Martin praised from behind Delaney, and Linkin watched as his boyfriend undid the ropes Linkin had carefully wound around her arms. They fell to the ground underneath Delaney’s suspended body, her arms dropping to the sides. Martin worked her shoulders rubbing out any soreness her position might have created.

  “Beautiful.” Linkin murmured as he took one of her arms and rubbed vigorously from her shoulder down to her wrists. The pattern looked like a lattice with flowers at the centre of each cross over. Delaney had become a work of art. He performed the same service to her other arm. By the time, Linkin and Martin finished with their ministrations, Delaney had started moaning again.

  “Please fill me up, Masters,” she begged. “I want to have your cocks filling me up.”

  “How can we deny our little sub when she begs so prettily?” Martin asked as he used a hand on Delaney’s chin to turn her face. Linkin watched as they kissed, Martin looked ravenous, and he ate away at Delaney’s lips the two of them moaning into each other’s mouths. Linkin’s heart started thumping as he wedged his body between Delaney’s legs, pulled wide apart by the ropes. His cock touched her wet core, and the shock made him grit his teeth. Delaney gasped and turned to look at him.

  “How much cock do you want in this pussy, little sub?” Linkin purposefully rubbed his dick along her wet slit, knowing it would stimulate her clit just as much as it stimulated the glands just below the head of his cock.

  “I want all the cock I can get in my pussy,” Delaney replied, a seductive grin on her lips. She tried to push her body forward.

  “Shall we see exactly how much cock you can take?” Martin asked from behind her.

  “Yes, please, Masters.” Delaney bit her lip, and Linkin couldn’t stop his mouth from coming down on hers. He captured her lips and drove his tongue into her mouth, mimicking what his cock was about to do to her pussy. All the submission she had given him, he threw back at her in dominating her mouth, demanding she recognise the Dom in him as the being who tamed her with pleasure and pain. Breaking the kiss, he pulled his head away.

  “Put your arms on my shoulders, little sub.” Linkin knew his voice was hard and demanding, but he had waited all night to get inside of Delaney, and he didn’t want to wait a moment longer. Delaney lifted her hands up, gliding them over Linkin’s chest before resting her arms on his shoulders. Linkin stared down into her face as he bent his knees and positioned the head of his cock at her soft, wet entrance. Pressing further inside of her, Linkin couldn’t hold back his moan of pleasure as her pussy sucked him inside. Her tissues swollen from the orgasms she had experienced already. Using her arms as leverage, Delaney wriggled down on his cock until their pelvises met.

  “You feel so good, Master,” Delaney gasped as he pulled out and fucked into her again. Martin had quickly pushed his jeans off as he watched Linkin sink his cock into Delaney’s pussy. He groaned as the two of them enjoyed a moment together, thinking of how good it was going to feel to have his own cock slide up into her pussy. The three of them connected through the tightening of her channel.

  Martin reached over to the table where the spare rope and now the used floggers sat to grab the tube of lube. He spread a generous amount on his cock while he watched Linkin slowly pump in and out of Delaney, relaxing her for the invasion to come. Inhaling a steadying breath, Martin pressed up against Delaney’s back, she gasped at the contact; Linkin peered over her shoulder and smiled widely.

  “This might be uncomfortable at first, little sub,” Martin used one hand to steady Delaney on the ropes as Linkin held still in her pussy, “but it’s exactly what you want.” He bent at the knees and guided his cock to her pussy. She was already stretched, and Martin knew she could take his cock into her body, too. They just needed to take it slowly. He felt her body tense as Martin pushed his cock head up into her. The dual sensation of Linkin’s hard flesh and her soft pussy made him grind his teeth in pleasure. Delaney tensed between them.

  “Good, little sub,” Martin encouraged. “You want both your Masters’ cocks, right?” He asked as his dick slipped a bit further into her channel.

  “Yes, Master Martin.” Delaney sobbed as her arms clenched around Linkin whose jaw looked so tight it might snap against the pleasure his cock was enduring. There was so much lube on both their cocks and in Delaney’s pussy, the last few inches of Martin’s dick slid inside her body. Her pussy stretched to accommodate both her Masters.

  “Where are you, little sub?” Martin panted out his breath.

  “Green. I feel so full, Master.” Delaney wiggled on their cocks; the feeling of fullness at first had been too much. Her Doms were big boys, and she didn’t think both their dicks could fit inside her. Biting her lips against making a protest she endured Martin’s slow penetration until he was fully inside her. She could feel both sets of their balls dangling underneath her suspended body. The muscles in her pussy fighting to accommodate them both.

  “We’re going to fuck you now, little sub.” Linkin rested his forehead against hers. The look in his eyes promised complete dominance, demanded her submission. Martin’s hands had moved to her hips, his fingers digging into her skin, challenging her to surrender to his will.

  Linkin pulled out of her, and as he pressed back inside, she felt Martin’s cock slide out. The feeling of being pinned between them was so delicious. Delaney let her head fall back as her Doms used her body. The sawing motion as Master Linkin and Master Martin timed their thrusts was decadent and heady. Delaney’s body quickly became accustomed to both cocks pressing home inside of her. The sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside her core responding to the overt stimulation started to make her wild.

  Conscious thought fled as her Doms picked up their pace. Linkin was grunting hard every time his pelvis met her own, he ground down hard on her clit. Martin had lubed his thumb and pressed it just inside her asshole, stimulating her nerves endings to the point where Delaney couldn’t do anything but feel. Her body overwhelmed by the cacophony of sensations forced on her body. She sobbed every time one of them slammed into her.

  Hard sweat-slickened bodies rubbed and pounded together, each one of their grunts, moans, and sobs reached out to the other, pushing and pulling their bodies towards a climax Delaney wasn’t sure she could survive. The primal need forced all rational thought away until she was once again in a state where she only knew her Masters, their bodies, and the sweet pleasure they could give her through release.

  A roar shook the attic, and Linkin stiffened in front of her for a couple of seconds as his body shook. The feel of his cock coming inside of her next to Master Martin’s stiffened flesh sent her over the edge. She screamed. Really screamed with a throat bruising intensity that burned when she took in her nex
t breath. She could feel her pussy milking both the cocks, her pussy greedy for Master Martin’s release as he also shouted behind her. Electric shocks ran from her pussy down her limbs, straight to her heart that felt it might burst.

  She had little conscious thought as she listened to the two men wheeze and suck in air around her. The force of their combined orgasm had finally pulled all the energy out of Delaney and she went limp between them, knowing they would take care of her.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Linkin held his breath and counted to twenty before he let it out again. He performed the exercise again to slow his racing heart. Delaney was slumped forward, her head resting on his chest. Martin was staring at him over her shoulder, a look of perplexed satiation on his face. Linkin had a very good idea that his own expression mirrored his lover’s.

  “She’s fucking amazing,” Martin whispered, his cock still inside Delaney snugly pressed against Linkin’s. The way their bodies fit together was perfect, the moment they joined and created such a powerful orgasm that combined their three forces into one, perfect. Linkin was hardly a poet, but he had to admit. The sex they just shared was a thing of fucking beauty.

  “We’re fucking amazing,” Linkin replied. He didn’t care that his legs felt like jelly and his head was swimming with ways he could try and stay inside of Delaney until he was hard again. His soul had cried out, and Delaney had answered. Hell, Martin had answered, too. Their mingled semen started to drip down around their cocks, making a puddle on the floor.

  “I don’t want to move,” Martin commented as he pulled gently out of Delaney’s body. Even though Delaney’s passage shrunk down around Linkin’s cock again, he felt the disconnect from Martin. He watched as his boyfriend placed a trail of kisses along Delaney’s upper back. A small moan was her only response. He let a very masculine grin spread across his face as Martin looked up at him.