by Opal Carew
Her eyes widened at the sight of the posh dungeon. It was totally different than the airy feel of the rest of the house. The floors were covered with plush carpet and the furniture was supple-looking burgundy leather and sleek, dark cherry wood. There were glossy black metal rings in the walls where restraints could be attached, chains attached to some of them, a spanking bench, a bed with black sheets, and various other interesting furniture. There were even things like floggers, paddles and riding crops hanging on one wall.
He led her across the room to a corner with floor-to-ceiling mirrors and a fancy sex swing hanging from the ceiling.
“Strip,” Mr. Grant commanded.
She quickly shed her clothes, dropping them to the floor, until she stood naked in front of them.
Slade helped her step into the straps of the swing that looped around her thighs, then drew her arms through the other two loops. He fastened a strap around her waist. Mr. Grant pressed a control on the wall that raised the swing until her legs dangled free and her pussy was at the level of the men’s shoulders.
“Now for your punishment.” Mr. Grant’s hand smacked across her bottom, sharp and painful. And again.
But then he pressed his mouth to her burning flesh and kissed it. His tongue lapped across her ass. Then he parted her ass cheeks and licked between them. He lapped at her several times, eased back and gazed at her ass. She could see his reflection in the mirrors on the wall.
“You have the prettiest ass I’ve ever seen.” Mr. Grant dragged a finger along the same path his tongue had licked, then pressed his fingertip against her opening. Slowly, he pressed his finger inside. While he did that, Slade lifted her dangling legs and rested them over his shoulders, his eyes gleaming as he stared between her legs.
“And yours is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” Slade cupped it in his hand.
Then he slapped it lightly, sending heat flashing through her. He cupped for a moment, encompassing her in the warmth of his hand, then slapped again.
Mr. Grant’s finger moved deeper into her ass and he stroked her passage. At the same time, Slade leaned forward and used his thumbs to open her pussy lips. He smiled broadly, then leaned in and stroked the small nub with his fingertip.
She arched toward him, the sudden movement causing Mr. Grant’s finger to shift inside her. The dual sensations left her quivering.
Slade licked her, then pushed his tongue inside. At the same time, Mr. Grant’s finger slipped away as he licked her ass. Then to her astonishment, Mr. Grant’s tongue pushed inside her back opening.
Both men’s tongues were inside her passages… quivering at the openings… then thrusting deep. Then teasing again. She moaned, loving the tender, intimate attention. Their tongues drove deeper and she almost cried out at the intensity of the sweet pleasure.
To her total surprise, she launched into a sudden, intense orgasm. Both men kept licking and thrusting as her moans filled the room.
Then the world seemed to move around her, and she realized they were lowering the swing. Her insides tingled as she anticipated those big cocks sliding insider her. They positioned her at just the right height, but instead of stepping close to fuck her, Mr. Grant tipped her forward so she was suspended face down over the floor, Slade’s crotch in front of her. Slade unfastened his pants and pushed them to the floor, then dropped his boxers. She stared at his big, pulsing cock hungrily.
Mr. Grant stood beside Slade and, to her total delight and shock, wrapped his hand around Slade’s erection, then stroked it. She licked her lips. God, that was so hot. She could feel the juices flowing from her pussy.
Mr. Grant pressed Slade’s cock to her lips. She immediately opened and Mr. Grant pushed the cockhead into her mouth. She had to stretch wide to take Slade inside. The thick shaft glided deeper.
She rested her hands on Shade’s hips to steady herself.
“Push it all the way inside, Slade. I want to watch you fuck her mouth.”
Slade slid deeper, filling her throat. He drew back and slowly filled her again. She squeezed his throbbing flesh as he pushed into her.
“Do you like Slade’s big cock inside you like that, Sylvia? Do you like him fucking your mouth?”
She gazed at Mr. Grant and nodded.
Mr. Grant had pulled out his enormous erection and was stroking it. She reached for him, but held her hand poised just short of his cock, awaiting his permission. He nodded and she wrapped her hand around his thick shaft and stroked it.
“Fuck, baby, that feels so good,” Slade said, his voice edged with passion.
She could feel him pulsing in her mouth, could see his balls tight and ready.
He pumped into her, faster. She squeezed Mr. Grant tighter as she pumped him, following the same rhythm as Slade. She heard Mr. Grant’s guttural groan as Slade drove forward, then shot hot come deep into her throat. Then she felt liquid spatter across her arm as Mr. Grant erupted, too.
She drew Slade from her mouth and took Mr. Grant inside, suckling the remnants from his cockhead. Then she slid it from her mouth and licked the white foamy liquid from her arm. Both men groaned at the sight.
“Thank you, Master,” she said to Mr. Grant. “You were both… delicious.” Her lips turned up in an impish smile.
Slade laughed and Mr. Grant… although he didn’t smile, she could see the amusement glitter in his eyes. He tipped her back up to a sitting position. The shoulder loops had a band joining them across her back, so it was quite comfortable leaning against it, her legs held suspended and wide open.
“You can address Slade as Sir and you’ll do whatever he tells you,” Mr. Grant said. “But start by stroking your sweet pussy for us.”
She ran her hand down her stomach and then slid her fingers between her legs. She dragged them over her slick folds.
“Are you wet?” Slade asked.
“Yes, Sir. Very wet.”
“I love watching you stroke that pretty pussy of yours,” Slade said, his gaze locked on her moving fingers.
She glided one inside, to his groan.
“What would you like me to do, Sir?” she asked, her gaze locked on Slade’s face.
“Drive your fingers deeper, and keep thrusting.”
She followed his command, pushing her fingers deep into her slick canal. It felt so velvety soft inside. At the same time, she cupped her breast and stroked it, toying with the nipple.
“Fuck, let me taste that.” Slade grasped her hand and moved closer, capturing the nipple in his mouth.
“Now use your other hand to stroke it,” Slade urged.
She removed her fingers from her slickness and stroked her hard nub. After a couple of seconds, Slade captured her wrist and drew her hand away, then suckled her now slick nipple. She arched against him, delighting in the pull of his mouth. He eased back, a big smile on his face.
“Delicious.” Then he took her hand and brought it to his mouth, then wrapped his lips around her slick index finger. He sucked it into his mouth, his eyes dark with desire. “You taste so good.”
Then she started as she felt something warm press against her pussy.
She glanced down to see Mr. Grant crouched in front of her, his mouth covering her slick flesh. He licked her, then suckled on her clit. Her eyelids closed and her head fell back as she enjoyed his intimate attention.
His tongue lapped at her opening, then he swirled his tongue inside her. His tongue flickered and she arched to him. Slade moved close behind her until her back rested against his chest. He pressed her hips forward, and drew her legs up, opening them wider, giving Mr. Grant easier access.
Mr. Grant glided his fingers inside her, his mouth moving to her clit. His fingers thrust inside her as his tongue teased her bud.
“Oh, yes,” she cried.
His hands cupped her ass as he pulled her tighter to his mouth, burying his tongue deep into her folds, then gliding into her opening. His tongue thrust in and out. It wasn’t as intense as his fingers inside her but it seemed more…
personal.
“Oh, Master,” she whimpered as his tongue claimed her completely.
Slade’s hands continued to support her legs, keeping them high, as he nuzzled her neck. She could feel his hard cock, fully engorged again, pulsing against her back.
“Is he going to make you come, baby?” Slade asked.
She nodded as the pleasure swamped her senses. Mr. Grant’s tongue lapping and swirling. He gazed up at her, his eyes hot embers of desire, and he glided to her clit, then suckled it.
“Oh, yeah… Master, please…”
Her breathing—erratic gasps—barely gave her the air she needed.
Slade nuzzled her ear, his breath sending wisps of hair fluttering around her face.
“Are you close to coming for us?” he asked.
“Yes… Oh, yes.” The delightful sensations Mr. Grant’s tongue elicited inside her mounted.
Then she felt Slade’s hot cock brush against her ass, nestling between her cheeks. It was slick—he must have applied lube—and it began to press against her puckered hole. She felt her small opening stretch as his cockhead pushed inside. Slowly. Relentlessly.
She moaned as it glided deeper. Mr. Grant’s tongue continuing to flicker over her.
“Oh, yeah.”
Mr. Grant’s fingers drove into her again and she moaned. Slade’s cock filled her all the way, her ass stretched by his thick member.
She whimpered and Mr. Grant pulsed faster inside her.
“Oh, Master, I’m so close.” Any minute now, she’d surge over the edge.
“How close, pet?”
“Now. I’m going to…”
“No. Don’t come yet.”
She cried out in a broken sob, fighting her way back from the precipice.
Then she felt Mr. Grant’s cock brush her pussy.
When he drove inside, she almost screamed at the pleasure. His body crushed her against Slade, the two men sandwiching her tight between them.
“Fuck, you are so sweet, pet.”
She trembled between them. Both hard shafts stiff inside her. Stretching her. Only a breath away from orgasm. Any tiny movement bound to send her over the edge.
But Mr. Grant had told her not to come.
She grasped his shoulders, gazing at him with pleading eyes.
“Please, Master. I need to come. I want to obey you so badly, but…” As she tightened her hands on his shoulders, the cocks inside her shifted slightly, sending blinding pleasure through her. She quivered with the effort of holding back the insistent orgasm.
Mr. Grant pivoted a little, pushing his cock a little deeper, making her gasp.
“Are you saying that our big cocks inside you are too much for you?”
“No.” The word came out on a breath. “They’re perfect.”
He laughed, then drew back. His cockhead stroked her and tears ran from her eyes.
“Master, I beg you.”
His eyes glimmered as he smiled, the tip of his cock poised at her opening, barely inside her.
“I love it when you beg.” Then he drove forward and she gasped. “Come anytime, pet,” he murmured in her ear.
Then he thrust. In and out. Slade began to move, too, and her whole world exploded in a massive, mind-shattering orgasm.
She wailed—so loudly she feared she would burst their eardrums—until she catapulted into a new level of bliss where she was barely aware of anything but the cataclysmic pleasure pulsing through her. Her body weightless and euphoric. The cocks pumping into her sending the shattered fragments of her consciousness quivering into full-scale ecstasy.
The cocks moving inside her fueled her orgasm, which went on and on. Their masculine bodies filled her over and over. Slade drove deep, grunting, then his seed spilled inside her. Immediately, Mr. Grant pulled her tight, his cock driving deep, then spewing hot liquid inside her.
They kept moving, more slowly now. Still pleasure pummeled her senses. Finally, her moans softened as the pleasure faded, now just a glow filling her with euphoria.
The two men held her close between them, their bodies so warm and welcome. Slade’s face rested against her cheek, his warm breath wafting across her temple, and she rested her head against Mr. Grant’s shoulder. Both cocks were still embedded inside her. It was all so delightfully intimate.
She could stay like this forever.
“Thank you, Master. And Sir,” she murmured.
Mr. Grant tucked his finger under her chin and tipped up her face to look at him.
“Our pleasure, pet.” Then his lips found hers and he kissed her with a sweetness that melted her heart.
Sylvia lay in Mr. Grant’s arms in the darkness, still in shock at the feel of his lips brushing hers in such a tender caress.
Oh, God, this is what she so desperately wanted… needed to the depths of her soul… to be in his arms every night.
To know he loved her.
But she didn’t know that.
Mr. Grant glanced up from reading the news as Sylvia entered the kitchen in her robe. He smiled as he set down his tablet.
“Good morning.”
She was radiant with the morning sunlight casting a halo around her freshly washed hair.
“Good morning,” she said, but there was a hesitancy in her voice that set him on alert.
“There’s coffee made,” he said. “And how about I make you some breakfast?”
She glanced at him in surprise.
Of course, she would be surprised. As his slave, making meals fell into her domain.
“Mr. Grant… I know you’re trying and… you’ve made a huge commitment in buying this house and inviting Slade to stay with us…”
His chest tightened. He didn’t like where this was going.
“I hear a ‘but’ coming. What’s wrong, Sylvia?”
She shook her head, her eyes wide like a trapped animal’s.
“I want this to work, I really do. I know you’ll try, but…” She drew in a deep breath. “The thing is, I love you with all my heart and… although I might be someone you want…even need sexually…” She glanced around. “So much so that you’ll do all this for me…”
“Yes?” he prompted when she hesitated.
She shook her head and he realized tears were flowing.
“I don’t know if you’ll ever love me.”
“Sylvia—”
She held up her hand, stopping his words. “I’m not trying to get you to say something you don’t feel. I just…” She gazed at him, helplessness gleaming in her eyes. “I don’t know what to do.”
Sylvia watched, her body trembling, as Mr. Grant stepped close. His arms glided around her and his lips claimed hers with a heart-wrenching tenderness.
His tongue teased her mouth until she opened for him, then it glided inside her and stroked. At the sweetness of it, she melted against him. His strong arms held her tight, his muscular body enveloping her.
“Sylvia, tell me again how you feel about me.”
She gazed into his intense blue eyes. “I love you.”
He smiled, then scooped her into his arms. He carried her up the stairs and to his bedroom. He laid her on the bed and pushed her robe up past her hips, baring her naked pussy.
His gaze locked on her there, holding her mesmerized, heat pulsing through her. He stripped off his shirt, revealing his broad, muscular chest. She longed to reach out and stroke his taut abs. Then he dropped his jeans and boxers and stepped out of them. His cock was rising fast. Totally naked, he knelt on the bed, then leaned down and buried his face in her folds. She was already moist, but his tongue coaxed her flesh with gentle sweeps and pulses. When it pushed inside her, she arched, her fingers raking through his dark hair.
His hot mouth coaxed more juices from her, until she was trembling with need, then he smiled and untied the sash of her robe and opened it, revealing her naked breasts. He stared at them, his awestruck gaze making her nipples tighten almost painfully.
He pushed the robe from her shoulders, then
tossed it aside. Wordlessly, he prowled over her. He pressed his cock to her damp opening and pushed inside, watching her face as he slowly… gently… impaled her.
Her throat closed and she whimpered at the pleasure of his massive cock filling her. When he was all the way inside, she sucked in a breath, staring into his mesmerizing blue eyes. He didn’t move. Simply gazed at her, his big cock twitching inside her.
“You love me,’” he said, his lips curling in a smile. Then he kissed her again, passion fusing their lips together, his mouth moving on hers in a persuasive onslaught.
Then he began to move. His rock-hard cock glided inside her, stroking her sensitive channel, sending sparks flaring. Then he surged forward again. His eyes, dark with desire, glittered.
“I want you, pet. You know that, don’t you?”
She nodded. She was in no doubt about that.
He surged forward again, making her gasp.
“And you want me.”
She nodded. There was no hiding the fact.
He stroked her hair from her face, his gentle touch sending tingles from her head to her toes. His hips continued to pivot, his big cock claiming her again and again.
“I want you to say you love me again, but this time, say my name.” His lips played along her neck, taking her breath away. “My first name. Luke.” He nibbled her earlobe.
His first name.
The combination of his big cock driving into her and the shock of his request, left her lightheaded.
“I… I love you, Luke.”
It felt so odd saying his first name. She’d only ever known him as Mr. Grant. And Master.
She quivered. Oh, God. She felt so close to him, so…
Pleasure swelled through her, sweeping her away. She gave herself up to it, tossing aside the cautions murmuring in her head.
“Oh, Luke. I love you.”
He thrust faster, his eyes dark and intense.
“I love you, too, Sylvia.”
The shock of that statement toppled her off balance, just as the electrical pulses of sheer bliss culminated to an explosive level. She gasped, clinging to his shoulders as he pumped faster and deeper, watching her face as ecstasy claimed her. Her whole world spiraled into a vortex of wild torrents of rapture, coiling and swirling, then erupting into a mind-shattering orgasm.
