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by Roz Lee


  “Not me.” He nodded at his naked slave. “Her. I want tonight to be about Brooke.”

  Mistress Lola studied his face, eventually turning her scrutiny on the other woman as if appraising her worth. “Do you have your leathers?”

  “I do.”

  “Go put them on.” Her lips curved into a smile, and her eyes sparkled. “Let’s work together to see how far we can take your slave.”

  She stroked a hand down Brooke’s back from nape to ass, causing his woman to shiver. Was that from apprehension or anticipation? He never wanted Brooke to fear anything he did to her.

  “Slave, turn around. Look at me.”

  Moisture pooled in Brooke’s eyes, ready to spill over.

  “I would not push you too hard, too fast, slave. You will not be beaten tonight, but you will be used and rewarded if you please us. Do you have any questions?”

  “May I use my safe-word, Sir, if I feel I can’t go on?”

  Todd wiped an errant tear from her cheek. “You trust me, don’t you, slave? I know you. I know your body. There will be no need to use a safe-word tonight.”

  She worried her lower lip with her teeth. “I trust you, Master.”

  Didn’t she always? Even when his decisions proved disastrous? For reasons he couldn’t pinpoint, he knew this decision was sound. Mistress Lola seemed to understand Brooke, perhaps better than he did, so he’d be a fool to pass up the opportunity to work side-by-side with the Domme.

  “That’s a good girl.” He wrapped a hand around the back of her head, urging her closer. He brought his lips down on hers for a tender kiss. “You will always be safe in my care, but I won’t have you worrying, not even for a second. Your safe-word is yours to use whenever you feel the need.” Twisting her ponytail in his fist, he tugged so he had access to her neck. He nibbled the slim column, reveling in the quickening of her body. “You will not need your safety net tonight, slave.”

  Taking one last taste of her skin, he ordered her to her knees. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. Behave for Mistress Lola until I return.”

  He hurried, lacing up the leather pants and vest Brooke liked so much as quickly as possible. His slave would be perfectly all right, but it had been weeks since he’d dressed to dominate, and he couldn’t wait to resume the role he was born for.

  When he returned, Brooke was still on her knees where he’d left her, but now her lips were stretched wide around an enormous dildo strapped between Mistress Lola’s legs. The Domme caressed his sub’s head, stroking her hair and crooning words of encouragement to her.

  “There, girl. Look at me and breathe.”

  Todd approached, watching his slave for any sign of distress. Though the large object in her mouth must have been uncomfortable, she appeared serene. Not required to suck, only to hold the cock in her mouth, she gazed up at Mistress Lola like a puppy willing to do anything to please its Master.

  “She always has liked to suck cock,” he said, straddling Brooke’s legs and pressing his thighs against her shoulders from behind. He cupped her jaw in both hands. Her skin felt like satin pulled taut.

  “You can learn a lot about a sub by watching their eyes when they’re being flogged. Will you do the honors, Master Todd?”

  Before he left to choose a flogger from the assortment hanging on the wall nearby, he stroked her cheek with the back of his thumb. Returning with a soft, suede instrument, he touched her lightly on the shoulder to let her know he was there. “Hands behind your head, girl.”

  When she complied, he dangled the thin strands of leather over one shoulder, then the other, teasing her nipples to hard peaks.

  The scent of her arousal called to him like a mythical siren. He fully intended to give in to the call, but not until she was mindless with need. He laid the strips against her back, being careful to do nothing more than bring a lovely rose hue to her skin that would fade before the night was done. Nonetheless, it pleased him to mark her as his. Switching sides, he laid another layer of color from her ass to her shoulders. Satisfied with his work, he crouched down to admire her heated flesh.

  Mistress Lola continued to stroke Brooke’s hair, her gaze on the sub at her feet. Todd flattened his palm on his slave’s back. Her skin was warm and soft as silk.

  “Ah, girl. You are so lovely,” he said.

  “She’s exquisite, Master Todd. All I see in her eyes when you strike her is love.”

  Todd rose, coming to stand beside the Domme so he, too, could see his slave’s expression. Her features were soft, her eyes dilated. Her body trembled as the warmth began to seep from her skin, yet she did not look away from the woman who had commanded her attention.

  “She’s in subspace.”

  “Yes, she goes there easily.” Mistress Lola caressed Brooke’s face. “I want to taste her pussy more than I’ve ever wanted anything. Fuck her, Todd. Then I’ll have both of you on my tongue.”

  He pictured the scenario in a rush of erotic images that almost brought him to his knees. He damned near died watching Brooke go down on Mistress Lola at their last session. Watching the Domme return the favor might finish the job. He was willing to risk death by sexual fantasy, but there was more at stake. Brooke had always resisted his attempts to get her to interact with other women, but she didn’t seem to have the same hang-ups in that regard when it came to Mistress Lola. Still…. “She might safe-word out of the scene.”

  “I don’t think she will. Not if you want it.” Stroking Brooke’s forehead, she said, “Just look at her. She’ll do anything for you.”

  That’s what he was afraid of. He doubted his sub was so deep in subspace she wouldn’t come out of it quickly, and he wouldn’t put her into a scene he knew she had objections to unless she was fully aware of what was being asked of her. If he pushed her to do something she didn’t want to do, would it put more stress on their already strained relationship?

  He laid a hand on the top of her head, stroking her forehead with his thumb. The price might be too high for a few minutes of a fantasy he could do without. He’d recently been through hell believing he’d lost her. That memory wasn’t going away any time soon. Perhaps it never would. “Only if she wants to. I won’t lose her over something like that.”

  “You won’t. I promise.” She stepped back, removing the dildo from Brooke’s mouth.

  The shock of returning to the real world rocked Brooke all the way to her toes. She licked her lips, swallowing hard. No longer compelled to look upward, she obediently dropped her eyes to the floor. She often thought of subspace as having different levels. Sometimes she went to a deep, dark place where her inner feelings were magnified and illuminated. Other times, she floated on a cloud of euphoria. Today, she’d been on a plane where her senses were heightened, so the slightest thing aroused her.

  Her Master’s unique scent, the smell of his leathers, Mistress Lola’s arousal inches from her nose, the soft application of suede to her back, the sound of voices discussing their plans for her, even the feel of her lips stretched to accommodate the strap-on—all combined to make her ache with need. Her body was on fire with desires she could barely comprehend. She trembled as Mistress Lola framed her face between her palms, drawing her attention away from the huge cock bobbing between them.

  “You were excellent, slave. Your Master is very pleased with you as am I.”

  She couldn’t help the smile curving her lips. Being on her knees again for her Master felt like coming home.

  “I’m sure you heard our discussion regarding how to proceed with you. Master Todd’s concerns are valid, so, at this instance, we would like to hear what you think. You have permission to speak freely.”

  “Thank you, Mistress, Master.” She cast her eyes down, thinking of a way to express her feelings adequately. She’d never do anything to hurt her Master again. Yet she was certain if she told him how she really felt, she would do just that. “Can I have some water please?”

  “Certainly.” Mistress Lola stood, urging Brooke to do the same. W
rapping her in a blanket, she led her to an oversized chair. “Relax with your Master. I’ll get you some water.”

  Her Master gathered her in his arms, her head on his shoulder. His body felt like a furnace, replacing all the heat she’d lost since the flogging ended.

  “This feels good,” she said.

  “I’m glad.” Todd squeezed her tight. “She was right, you know. You were excellent. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  “Not at all, Master. You chose your flogger wisely and handled it with skill as you always do.”

  Mistress Lola returned with a water bottle. Brooke drank greedily before handing it back and snuggling close to her Master again.

  “Your scent is driving me crazy, girl. A good flogging always did increase your arousal.”

  His words made her forget all about the other person in the room. “My pussy aches for you, Master.” She squirmed in his lap to emphasize her point. “You know I can never get enough of you.”

  “I know, and I’m eternally grateful for that. But what else do you want, Brooke? You know my feelings on seeing you with a woman. Tell me if I’m wrong, but I think perhaps your limits on that subject are changing.”

  “You aren’t wrong, Sir. I don’t know why, but my thoughts are changing. Perhaps it’s because of our last session, or maybe it’s because of Mistress Lola. I don’t know what has brought this about.”

  “You seemed to enjoy eating pussy last week.”

  Memories she’d tried unsuccessfully to squash rushed in, causing her skin to tingle. Master Todd never balked at frank talk, and it didn’t usually bother her either, but she was intimately aware of the woman listening to their conversation. “Yes, Master. I didn’t want to do it, but I knew you would enjoy it, so I did it. I wanted to please you, and I wanted you to be proud of me.”

  “I’m always proud of you, slave. You are the strongest person I know, and your actions last week proved it to me yet again.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “So are you telling me you would enjoy having Mistress Lola eat your pussy?”

  She’d refused the woman’s attentions once, afraid her growing attraction for the Domme would be too powerful for her to hide from her Master. He would enjoy watching them together. And no matter how hard she tried to tell herself her feelings and desires were wrong, she couldn’t make herself believe. She opened her mouth to tell him yes, she wanted everything they’d discussed, but nothing came out. She nodded instead.

  “That won’t do, slave.” With one demanding finger, Todd forced her chin up. Their gazes locked. The banked fire in his eyes sent a bolt of heat to her core. “Tell me plain, girl. Do you want Mistress Lola to eat your pussy or not?”

  She couldn’t lie to him, not when he looked at her as if she were the only woman in the world, and he her devoted slave. In that moment, she understood he would do anything to make her happy, just as she would do anything for him. She would do this for both of them, and God help her if he saw more than the physical pleasure she was certain awaited her. “Yes, Master. I want you to fuck me. Then I want Mistress Lola to eat my pussy.”

  “Christ Almighty, Brooke.” He brushed a thumb over her lips. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

  His kiss consumed her. It was all she could do to hold on for the ride as his desire flared between them like a brush fire. Yet he was in control, building the flames higher with skilled precision. Brooke was only partially aware of him carrying her across the room. Mistress Lola sat on the platform bed, her back against the wall. Master Todd laid her between the Domme’s outstretched legs.

  “My turn first,” he said, unlacing his leathers.

  His cock sprang free, as engorged as she’d ever seen it. Brooke opened for him, sliding down to give him room to mount her. Mistress Lola caught Brooke’s wrists, bringing them up to wrap around her thighs.

  “Keep them there, girl.” A firm hand on her forehead brought her head against the woman’s stomach. “Lie back for your Master.”

  Master Todd came over her, impaling her in a thrust that had her tightening her grip on the Domme’s legs. Brooke held on as he took her hard and fast. The effort to maintain control carved deep lines in his face as he hovered above her on taut arms. Her breasts ached to feel his chest pressing against her. She arched her back in an effort to get closer to him. Mistress Lola’s hands closed over her breasts, squeezing them until Brooke saw stars. She cried out from the pain then, suddenly, the pressure was gone.

  “You have sensitive tits, girl. They should be put to good use.” Brooke barely had time to register the woman’s words before the Domme pinched one nipple between her fingers, giving the tight bud a harsh tug before attaching an alligator-style clamp.

  Brooke’s head spun. She writhed with the pain even as her Master continued to pound into her pussy.

  “So lovely, girl. So fucking lovely.” She repeated the process with the other nipple.

  Brooke ground her teeth, absorbing the pain until it became a dull ache that acted in counterpoint to the exquisite feel of her Master’s cock sliding in and out of her wet channel.

  “Fuck, that’s hot,” Master said. “Look at the way she takes the pain. She’s a work of art.”

  “Yes, she is.” Mistress Lola flicked both clamps at the same time.

  Twin bolts of lightning shot through Brooke’s body all the way to her fingertips and toes, quickening between her legs. She sucked in a ragged breath in an effort to keep the fresh wave of pain from sucking her under.

  “You’re a lucky man, Master Todd, to have a slave like this one.”

  Brooke ran her tongue over her dry lips. Her breasts throbbed in tandem with her Master’s thrusts. She understood this fucking wasn’t for her pleasure, but her body responded anyway. Todd’s angle brought his pubic bone in contact with her clit every time he bottomed out inside her. Much more and she would come.

  “Please,” she begged permission.

  “Shh, girl.” Mistress Lola cupped Brooke’s chin, forcing her lips together. Then she jammed a finger in Brooke’s mouth. “Suck, slave. Suck both of us off.”

  The digit speared in and out. Brooke sucked, tasting the salty tang of Mistress Lola’s skin, inhaling the soft floral scent she must have dabbed on her wrists.

  It was too much. Every muscle in her body coiled like an over-wound wind-up toy. The spring snapped before she could stop it. Her body convulsed. She tried to open her mouth to cry out, but she couldn’t budge the hand holding her chin. Her screams turned to whimpers that filled her head like cotton, insulating her from what sounded like sharp curses.

  Another flick to the clamp on her right nipple sharpened her focus on the man above her, filling her. Her pussy clenched around his cock buried deep inside her.

  “You’re mine.” He pulled out slowly then filled her again and again. On the third thrust, he repeated through gritted teeth, “Mine,” then spilled his seed inside her.

  Todd collapsed beside his slave, pulling her to him as Mistress Lola slipped out from under her. “Come here, babe.” He lay on his side, his length pressed against her from shoulder to hip as she lay on her back. “That was beautiful, slave. I love to feel you come, and I love to shoot you full of my cum.” One hand drifted between her legs, his fingers sliding through their combined fluids.

  “Time to clean you up.” Lifting her leg, he draped it over one of his, opening her. His thighs imprisoned her leg while he slipped his arm beneath her head. Snuggling close to her, he said, “I know you don’t want to enjoy this, but I order you to let the pleasure happen, slave. Don’t fight it.”

  The first brush of heated breath on her moist tissues sent a shudder through her. Firm but slim fingers parted her. Brooke groaned, imagining the other woman examining her. When her tongue lapped her from back to front, Brooke buried her face against Todd’s chest.

  “Look, slave. See the beauty between your legs?” He shifted his muscled arm, urging her to watch. Her heart raced so fast she was afraid it might
explode, but she looked.

  Glancing down, she met Mistress Lola’s gaze. Time seemed to stall as the two women connected. A smile lit the woman’s eyes then she turned her attention to driving Brooke wild. Her tongue was wicked, her lips and teeth skilled. Brooke couldn’t remain still. She moved her hips, rocking against the kiss, taking what she needed, letting the feel of her drive everything else out of her head except the pleasure between her legs and the loving comfort of the man holding her.

  “Jesus, Brooke.” He placed a hand low on her stomach. The added pressure, the intimacy of the gesture nearly broke her in two.

  “Master. Oh, God, Master.” With every movement she made, her breasts bounced, setting off new waves of pain courtesy of the clamps on her nipples.

  Todd kissed her temple. “Feels good, doesn’t it, babe?”

  “Oh, God, yes!”

  “Let it come. Don’t fight it. Let me see you come, baby.” The seductive words rumbled from his chest, emerging as hoarse whispers against her ear. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

  The love in his words became her safety net. She let go of her worries about feeling too much for someone other than her Master, instead basking in the assurance he would catch her no matter how far the tumble—because he loved her.

  Her orgasm wasn’t any less powerful than the one before for all its gentleness in comparison. She didn’t so much convulse as quake, her body shaking with tremors that rolled through her from core to her extremities. Through it all, her Master held her, crooning words of wonder and love in her ear.

  She shuddered as Mistress Lola placed a kiss on Brooke’s inner thigh then crawled up to lay on her other side. Sandwiched between two warm bodies, Brooke had never felt as loved as she did in that moment. Tears spilled from her eyes. Her lips trembled with pent-up emotion.

  Then, in unison, her lovers each removed one of her nipple clamps. Brooke screamed, arching her back as blood rushed to the deprived tissue. Just when she thought she might pass out from the pain, a set of lips closed over each tortured nub, soothing and transforming agony into ecstasy.

 

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