Her Two Doms

by Ashe Barker

  “Yes,” I sob. “I like it when you hurt me. I want…oh! Oh, God…”

  He drives his fingers in and out of my cunt, deep and fast, then adds a third. My entrance is stretching, but when Declan twists his hand to rub against some spot inside me, my knees are about to buckle. I close my eyes when the orgasm boils and starts to erupt.

  Declan’s hand stills. I whimper my disappointment and frustration.

  “Look at me, Ellie. If you want this to continue, then you fucking look at me.” Fraze growls his command, and I get it. Declan stopped because I closed my eyes. There’s to be no hiding from them, no privacy. If I want the orgasm, it will be on their terms.

  “I’m sorry,” I whisper, forcing my eyelids apart and meeting Fraze’s emerald gaze again. He doesn’t acknowledge me. His curt nod is the signal for Declan that I am complying and to start up again.

  Declan’s touch is deft, his fingers skilled. In moments, my climax surges forward again, threatening to overwhelm my senses. My body clenches and convulses, and it takes a supreme effort of will to keep my gaze locked on Fraze’s. My pussy contracts around Declan’s long, thick fingers while he uses his free hand to rub and squeeze my clit. Fraze’s face shimmers before me, partly obscured by the white light which explodes somewhere in my head. I hear sounds, grunting, my own inarticulate muttering as my senses shatter.

  And still I look at Fraze, my obedience as perfect as I can make it. My reward? The slight curl of his lips when Fraze smiles.

  “She’s a fast learner,” he observes.

  Declan’s fingers slow, and he withdraws them. The tension leaves my body, and I would have flopped forward onto the bed had he not wrapped his arm around my waist from behind.

  “Oh no you don’t. I’m not finished with you yet.”

  I stiffen my arms and regain my balance, then lift my gaze to meet Fraze’s once more.

  “Good girl,” he growls, at the same time reaching behind him to the bedside table. He pulls out the top drawer and grabs a condom, then tosses the foil packet to Declan.

  I am only dimly aware of the snap of the foil. Moments later, Declan stretches his arm around me again, from behind, and lays the tip of his left middle finger on my clit. He circles the swollen nub, while with his right hand he lifts my knee up and out until it rests on the end of the bed and I am fully open to him.

  “Eyes on Fraze,” he murmurs, positioning his cock at my entrance. “Don’t look away or I’ll take my belt to you afterwards.”

  I gasp when he drives his cock deep inside me with one long, even stroke, filling me. I squeeze and clench, the crown of his erection nudging my cervix. He holds still and waits for me to stretch, to adjust. He withdraws, and I moan. He almost pulls right out of me, then thrusts deep again. I pant and let out the occasional groan in response to his steady fucking, slow at first, then faster, harder, he drills into my welcoming body, setting up a compelling rhythm.

  “Fuck, she’s tight. And hot.” Declan’s voice is a low growl. He angles his thrusts to hit that same spot he found with his fingers.

  In moments I’m soaring again, my body quivering, reaching for my next climax. The walls of my pussy contract to grip him, demanding more friction, more intensity. I want it harder, faster, rougher, and that’s what Declan delivers.

  And all the while, all the time he is pounding his cock into my cunt, my eyes never leave Fraze’s. He sears into my soul as I come again, witness to my most intimate moment, my response bared to him, naked, vulnerable.

  Declan fucked me, it is his cock in my pussy, his semen in the condom, but Fraze had me, too.

  When Declan pulls out, I do, at last, crumple onto the bed. I lie still, panting, but not for long. Fraze shifts to pick me up in his arms, then cradles me against his chest while Declan rights his clothes and disposes of the condom in the bin.

  Chapter Six

  “I’ll take her now.” Declan, fully dressed again, comes to lie beside us. He never looked sexier.

  My pussy clenches at the memory of his thick cock filling me. Fraze sits up and deposits me in Declan’s arms.

  “You have a choice here, Ellie.” Fraze is the one who now cups my chin and grazes his lips over mine before tipping my face up so I have to meet his gaze. “If you’ve had enough, you can get dressed and we’ll take you back to your hotel. Or you can stay here for the night, that’s fine, too. We’ll just let you sleep. But if you want to carry on, we have plenty more in store for you.”

  “More? More spanking? I don’t think I want more of that, not quite yet.”

  Fraze grins. “No. One spanking is enough for now. What I have in mind is more kinky fucking.”

  “Oh.” My pussy is still tingling, and I feel sort of well-used, though nicely so. Declan wasn’t exactly gentle, not that I wanted him to be. I really should decline further fucking, kinky or otherwise, but the clenching deep inside me tells a different story. Perhaps I am a pain slut or maybe just a slut full stop. But if there’s more to be had, I won’t be going back to The Scotsman any time soon.

  “I think I’d like to stay. But not to sleep.” I glance up at Declan. “Will you be the one staring at me this time?”

  He shakes his head. “No. I’ll be holding you still for Fraze, though. And there’ll be no staring. In fact, you’ll be blindfolded.”

  Open-mouthed, I take in what Declan just said.

  Holding me still? Blindfolded? Holy shit!

  “Are you still up for this, Ellie?” Fraze is still cupping my chin. “Same rules as before—no talking unless one of us asks you a direct question and if you want to stop, you just say ‘red’.”

  I look from one to the other, then I slowly nod. “I’m up for it,” I whisper. “Bring it on.”

  Fraze grins, kisses me again, then rolls from the bed. He goes over to the large, carved dressing table and extracts a midnight-blue tie from the top drawer. He tosses it to Declan. “That’s for the blindfold. Will you need any more to use as restraints?”

  “No, because Ellie’s going to stay exactly where I put her, aren’t you, sweetheart? I won’t need to tie you up, will I?”

  I suppose he won’t, not if he says so.

  “I… I’ll keep still,” I manage to croak.

  “The blindfold first.” Declan arranges the tie, pure silk if I’m any judge, over my eyes and ties it behind my head. “Can you see anything?”

  “No,” I confirm. My voice is quivering, I can hear it so I’m sure they can, too.

  “Good. Now, you’ll lie back and lean on me, your bottom between my legs and your shoulders against my chest.”

  He waits until I get in position. The soft cotton of his shirt grazes my naked skin seductively. Even the scrape of the duvet rubbing against my spanked bottom has a rough sensuality about it. I wriggle in his arms.

  “Now, reach up and clasp your hands together behind your head.”

  I do as Declan tells me, conscious that the position lifts my breasts up, emphasising my tight, stiff nipples. As though he reads my mind, Declan cups my breasts and squeezes them together.

  “Gorgeous tits, Ellie.” His voice is soft, close to my ear.

  I’ve always considered them to be a bit on the small side, but in this moment I’m ready to soak up any compliment that comes my way. I feel gorgeous, and sexy and so, so ready for this.

  He takes the time to roll my pebbled nipples in his fingers, then releases my breasts to put his hands behind my knees. He lifts them, spreading my legs apart as he does so. At once, I am exposed, open, completely available for whatever Fraze plans to do to me. As if to emphasise my vulnerability, Declan repeats his instructions.

  “You’re not to move or speak without permission. You can make other sounds if you have to. Understood?”

  “Yes,” I murmur. “I’m ready.”

  For a few moments there is just silence. I wait, anxiety and arousal warring within me, though arousal is winning. I run my tongue across my dry lips and resist the urge to ask what they mean to do to me.r />
  A faint buzzing startles me. I jerk, and Declan’s arms tighten around me.

  “Relax,” he breathes into my hair. “Trust us.”

  I do trust them. I really do. I manage a small nod and allow my muscles to loosen.

  I have no need to ask why they blindfolded me. My imagination runs rampant, every sound, every whisper of movement is magnified. The musky scent of Declan’s aftershave fills my nostrils, the heat of his fingers warms my skin as he holds my legs apart. I can hear Fraze’s breathing, and the bed shifts beneath me when he sits between my spread thighs.

  Fingertips, they must be Fraze’s, leave a trail up my inner thigh, first the left, then the right. He stops before he reaches my pussy, but I feel his eyes on me as clearly as if he did touch me there. Then he runs his hands up both thighs at once, almost to the top. The buzzing is still there, but faint.

  I lift my hips, desperate for him to touch me. I’m ready to plead, to beg if I have to. The suspense is awful. Awesome. Anticipation takes my breath away, but still he makes me wait. They make me wait.

  Cool. The cool whisper of breath shimmers across my throbbing clit. A moment later Fraze wraps his lips around the swollen bud and he sucks.

  I scream. The sensation is indescribable, sudden and unexpected despite my frenzied anticipation, and completely overwhelms me. It is erotic, achingly intimate, intense. It’s too much. I strain to slam my legs closed, but Declan’s grip is unshakable. I start to unclasp my hands as though I might use them to protect myself from the crashing waves of sensation.

  “Don’t,” Declan growls in my ear, “don’t move.”

  My orgasm barrels up out of nowhere. My pussy is clenching on emptiness, my juices dampening the duvet under me as I shake in Declan’s arms. Fraze shifts his position and uses his tongue now to tap my clit, first one side, then the other. Then he laps at the tip before taking it between his lips again. This time his teeth scrape the sensitive knot of tissue, and I know I’ll come in the next few moments. I abandon any attempt to stem the waves of pure sensation and allow my climax to carry me along.

  Fraze continues to lick and suck my clit, drawing the orgasm out, wringing every last frisson of response from me. The pleasure seems endless, bottomless, though eventually I lie limp, draped across Declan’s chest.

  “So, that’s taken the edge off for her. Now we can have some fun.” Fraze’s soft Scottish brogue sounds playful but is laced with a thread of something darker, more dangerous. His fingers replace his tongue, and he strokes my pussy idly. “New rules, Ellie. Are you listening?”

  “Yes,” I manage.

  “That’s the last orgasm you’ll steal. In future, you ask before you come. Is that clear?”

  “But, I couldn’t help it. When you… you…”

  “You need to learn to control yourself, Ellie. We can help you with that, by spanking you when you screw up. I think that would concentrate your mind a little. What do you think, Dec?”

  “Worth trying,” agrees Declan.

  “Okay, so we continue.” Fraze pauses, then sinks two fingers into my pussy.

  I gasp, whether in surprise or pleasure I’m not certain.

  “Does this hurt?” Fraze thrusts his fingers in and out, quite gently, but driving deep each time.

  “No, no it feels…good.”

  “Such a slut,” Fraze chuckles. “Would you like something else in here, something to make you feel even better?”

  I nod, past caring. “Yes, please.”

  The buzzing is louder suddenly, and I realise what it is. A vibrator. Will it be big, a dildo, or small, the bullet sort?

  Fraze parts my pussy lips with his fingers, and I jerk hard when he presses the toy against my spread labia. The sensation is acute—all my senses seem to sharpen to one point right at my core. He shifts the vibrator forward, closer to my clit, and I know without a shadow of doubt that if he touches me there I’ll come again, permission or no.

  “Please…” I croak. “Please don’t.”

  Fraze lifts the toy away from me. “Is that meant to be your safe word, Ellie?”

  What? No! I shake my head wildly, confused. “I didn’t mean that. I just… I’ll come if you carry on, and I thought you said—”

  “I did say. I also said you weren’t to speak unless in answer to a question or to use your safe word. ‘Please don’t’ is neither of those, but because you’re new to all this I thought it best to check.”

  “I’m sorry. It was just…” I stop, gather my wits and think. At least now I know they will respect my safe word. “I’m learning. I won’t speak again. I promise.”

  “Good girl.” Declan murmurs the encouragement into my hair and kisses my elbow. “How about I help you out? Does this work to take your mind off what Fraze is up to?” He cups my breasts and kneads the lower curves, then takes my nipples between his fingers as he did before. “Here’s a little trick. If you feel you might disgrace yourself again and come by accident, you can ask me for help, and I’ll squeeze your nipples, like this.” He demonstrates, and I yelp as the discomfort bites. “Or I can twist, too, just to make sure…” He gives me a demonstration, only releasing my tortured nubs when I squeal. “Do you think that would stop an orgasm for you?”

  I nod. Right in its tracks.

  “Okay. You can place your hands on my arms then. When you need me to help you out, just give a couple of sharp taps, like this.” He taps my thigh, twice, firmly. “Can you do that, Ellie?”

  “Yes,” I reply. “Th-thank you.” A thought occurs to me. “I have a question. Is it okay to ask…?”

  “Go ahead.” Declan is cradling my breasts now, stroking my throbbing nipples. It feels so good…

  “Am I allowed to speak to ask permission to come?”

  “I guess that’s fair.” This time it’s Fraze’s voice I hear. “Now, are we done with the chit chat?”

  “Yes. I’m ready…”

  Despite my assurance, I can’t prevent the quivering when he again spreads my labia apart. Fraze is gentle, and my pussy is dripping wet, so when he inserts the buzzing toy it slips easily into place. It is small and slides into my slick channel to nestle there. Fraze must have altered the controls because the sensation changes. It becomes a strong pulse, sending rhythmic waves of pleasure right to my core. It is sensual, but calming, too, less intense than the direct vibrations against my clit. I can handle this, it feels nice, very, very nice…

  “Oh!” I let out a surprised yelp when Fraze dips the end of his finger into my anus. I hadn’t expected that.

  He stills his finger, though the tip remains inside my rear hole. “Problem, Ellie?”

  Is it a problem? My head is reeling, this is all moving so fast. Even so, I feel safe, somehow protected with Declan and Fraze. If it were anyone else it would be a problem, a huge no-no. I run my tongue over my lips and note that they are dry.

  “N-no, not a problem, exactly. I just … I’ve never…”

  “Okay, I get that. I won’t hurt you, Ellie.”

  I flatten my lips and give a sharp nod.

  Declan speaks from behind me. “Do you want a drink, sweetheart?”

  I twist my neck as though I might look up at him, despite the blindfold. “Could I? Is that allowed?”

  He chuckles. “Of course.”

  I hear a sharp snap, the sound of a bottle opening, then the plastic nudges my lips. Declan tips up the bottle and I swallow the cool water. Nothing was ever so delicious, or so welcome.

  “Another new rule. You can ask for an orgasm, and you can ask for water.”

  I nod again and relax against him, the insistent pulsing from the vibrator caressing my inner walls. There’s pleasure, but not the clamorous, demanding friction that would hurtle me toward another climax.

  Fraze withdraws his finger, then pushes it into my anus again. He swirls it around, and my opening loosens. He inserts a second digit, and though it’s tight I manage to accept it. The feeling is odd, an invasion, intrusive, but deliciously wicked. He
thrusts his fingers fully into me, and I feel impossibly full, stretched, and exquisitely used. If I was a cat I would purr. I might anyway.

  The scrape of Fraze’s thumb over my clit jolts me from my sensual languor. Sensation builds as he rubs the engorged nub slowly, then taps it hard.

  “Please, I want to come. May I…?”

  “No,” growls Fraze.

  “But I…” Another wave of orgasmic pleasure threatens to engulf me. In desperation, I tap Declan’s arm, then immediately scream when he twists my right nipple in his fingers.

  “Is that better, Ellie?” Declan murmurs in my ear, now rolling the abused nub gently.

  I am shaking, my senses scrambled. Every touch, every stroke or caress is perilously sweet—enticing yet terrifying. They control my senses, not me. I understand that now. I experience the helpless vulnerability as pleasure spreads right out to my fingertips and I groan. They won’t give me permission to come, but Fraze can and will force my orgasm from me whenever he chooses to. Declan can help, but at a price. If I come, when I come, I will be punished. Another spanking, or maybe something else?

  And all the time I try to process this riot of conflicting responses, the toy buried deep within me continues to emit its inexorable pulsing.

  “Please,” I gasp, “I need to come. I can’t…”

  “Count to ten,” commands Declan softly. “Hold on for a count of ten, then you can have what you need.”

  “Really?” I must sound pathetically needy.

  “Really,” agrees Fraze.

  “Is this helping?” Declan squeezes both my nipples.

  It hurts, but the pain is more muted now, less of a shock. It’s enough to hold my attention, though.

  “Yes, I think.” I manage to grind out the words.

  Fraze peels back the folds of flesh which would usually shield my clit, and I swear the swollen nub stands to attention for him. He takes it between his fingers, then laps at the tip with his tongue.

  My hips jerk forward, I have no control over them, but the steady pressure of Declan’s fingers pressing my nipples keeps me grounded. I count the pulsing waves inside my pussy since that seems easier than trying to think for myself. One. Two. Three…