Rosa's heart stopped when she saw the twins leading Silver into the room on a leash. Her friend was completely nude except for her heels and a silver chain around her neck. Though Rosa had always considered Silver stunning, seeing her in nothing at all made her breath catch in her throat at the sheer beauty and majesty of her form. Silver did not so much as glance around, her eyes remained forward, her submission obvious to all in the room. The twins—God—they were gorgeous. Their various tattoos were arresting, and their leather pants looked as if they had been painted on. Both men prowled around their sub, their hands caressing her naked body. When one—she thought it was Trevor—turned to address the audience, Rosa let out her breath, her body quivering in anticipation.
"I think you'll all agree, ladies and gentlemen, that this girl is incredibly hot!" His statement caused a murmur of agreement to ripple around the room. As he turned back and gave his twin a nod, both men stepped closer and they each took one of Silver's nipples, twisting them until she cried out and arched her back.
Rosa was so aroused that she was certain the back of her skirt would be soaked through. Watching as the twins continued to caress Silver, she felt her own nipples tightening, her anal muscles pulsing around its invader, and felt a flush of shame at her reaction to what was being played out in front of her.
"Little does she know," Trevor continued, "that Travis and I are about to make her feel a whole lot hotter."
Rosa saw Travis whispering something to Silver, wishing she could hear, but understanding that the man's attention was focused exactly where it should be. When he slipped some sort of white cap over Silver's tightly braided cornrows, she tried to imagine why he would want to cover her beautiful hair. She watched as Travis led her to a frame that stood empty and waiting for its victim. Rosa shuddered at the word that had popped into her brain. While she would most certainly feel like she was a victim had it been her about to be tied to the frame, she understood with every fiber of her being that this was exactly what Silver's fantasies included. Her friend's desire to be controlled and led, given the freedom of simply feeling and reacting to what a Dominant—make that two Dominants—demanded of her, was the fantasy she had come to the Castle to fulfill. A soft smile played on Rosa's lips with the pleasure of seeing her friend's desires coming alive, acknowledging that her own were being fulfilled as well.
The audience remained silent as one twin checked the equipment that had been laid out in preparation of the show, and the other tied Silver to the frame. Rosa gave a moment's thought about the possible purpose of the wet towel and bowl of water, but decided that to guess was senseless; it was far more exciting to simply watch.
Dark strains of music began to play, the tone of the singer causing Rosa to quiver as she watched Silver begin to sway in her restraints. She was now tied spread-eagled to all corners of the frame, her wrists and ankles cuffed securely, and seemed at peace. Trevor kissed her hard, his hands cupping her heavy breasts, pulling on her nipples again until the eerie sound of Silver's moan drifted into the room. Goosebumps popped out along Rosa's arms as Travis applied something between her friend's spread legs that caused her to moan louder and twitch within her bonds. God, maybe it would be worth it, to be restrained… if only she could feel such pleasure. Her eyes darted to one side to see Grant grinning down at her, his eyes making her feel as if he knew exactly what she was thinking. Rosa smiled shyly and turned back to watch the show.
Rosa gasped loudly as some sort of floggers were lit, the flames bright and blue, indicating that alcohol must have been applied. She wasn't even aware that she was leaning towards Grant until she felt his arm drop over her shoulders, pulling her tighter against his side. She remained transfixed as the flaming strands of the floggers were swirled through the air, and gave a soft cry, burying her face in Grant's chest as Trevor began to apply the floggers to Silver's naked, outstretched body. No, she could never do that! When she didn't hear her friend cry out in distress, she peeked through her fingers and realized that the flames were coming close to Silver's skin, but not touching it. She saw Travis standing close by, his eyes never leaving Silver, and understood that neither man had any intention of allowing harm to come to her friend. Swallowing hard, Rosa took a deep breath, her smile returning as she watched the most incredible, captivating show of trust she had ever seen.
As Trevor twirled the two floggers, his motion had the flames appearing to be licking over every inch of Silver's outstretched arms and legs. He flicked the flames against her back and her beautiful ass. It was a mesmerizing dance he was leading, and Silver's steps were to arch and moan. When the floggers were whipped around and the flames appeared to touch her breasts, instead of screaming in pain, Silver moaned in ecstasy, her nipples going ever tighter as her enjoyment of the dance became obvious to all.
Rosa jumped a bit in her chair when Trevor snapped his wrists and extinguished the flames. She felt a twinge of disappointment that the dance was over. Then, seeing Trevor pulling on a glove, picking up what appeared to be some type of baton and lighting it as well, she smiled. Evidently the song had a few more stanzas; the dancers more steps to take. Her brow furrowed when she saw Travis soaking a towel in water and then wringing it out over a bowl.
She watched as Trevor stepped forward and ran his finger down Silver's spine. Gasps filled the room as he applied the torch to her skin and a line of fire licked up her back. All eyes in the room were transfixed to the line of flame, which was only allowed to burn for a second or two before Travis ran the wet cloth along Silver's skin, dousing the flame.
Time and time again, Trevor would trace some pattern across Silvers thighs, calves, buttocks, tummy and breasts, only to light them, the flames licking along lines, swirls and circles, before being extinguished by the cloth. Everyone's attention was focused on the performers, not a single sound, except for the music, the very soft hiss of flames and the occasional soft moan from the incredible woman whose body was the canvas for the twins' art, could be heard.
When the last design was lit, blazing into the capital letter 'T' that burned across Silver's breasts all the way down to the depression of her navel, the room exploded in applause. The last flame, and then the wand, was extinguished, and after the twins spoke softly to Silver, one reached up to remove the cap, allowing the white-blonde braid to fall down her back. Rosa then understood that the cap had been protection for Silver's beautiful hair. The twins had thought of everything to make sure their submissive was safe from harm. As the audience watched, one twin stepped close to her front, the other moved behind her back. Their positions created a masterpiece; a beautiful naked woman lovingly flanked by mirror images of a magnificent man.
As four hands began to caress her friend's skin, and Travis began to bite her neck, Rosa felt her own arousal dripping. Her eyes were glued to Trevor's fingers, watching them slide between Silver's spread legs, slipping across her clit and then disappearing up inside. Silver's deep moan had Rosa's entire body clenching in expectation. Travis held Silver tighter against his chest, his hands at her breasts, his fingers twisting and tugging on her nipples.
The audience could barely hear her moans and soft whimpers, but all recognized her words as she asked her Masters for permission to come. Travis's hand moved to press hard against Silver's abdomen as Trevor's fingers continued to stroke in and out of her.
As Rosa watched Silver arch and then come, her own body convulsed, her drawers flooding. Rosa then gasped, realizing that Silver hadn't just climaxed, she had come so hard that liquid was gushing from between her legs, splashing onto the floor. She'd heard of this, it was called squirting, but never had she known of anyone who had actually experienced it.
Rosa jumped again as Silver screamed, her body visibly convulsing, Travis clamping a hand over her mouth to quiet her as the twins coaxed every last drop she was able to give out of her—until she was slumped against Travis's chest, her eyes closed, utterly sated and obviously exhausted.
Trevor stepped forward to address t
he audience. "Ladies and gentlemen, we thank you for joining us this evening. We hope you enjoyed your supper—and the show. If you'll excuse us, this lovely young lady is in need of a spot of aftercare. Please give her a warm hand, this was her first time playing with fire." He gave a little bow as everyone broke into thunderous applause, the clapping echoing off the stone walls.
The applause never faltered as he stepped to where Silver had been wrapped in a blanket by Travis. Trevor swept her into his arms and went to the door. Rosa saw Silver's eyes open only for a brief moment, her pleasure shown by her soft smile. It had been a show that Rosa would never forget.
The room only began to quiet when the trio had departed, the Show guests taking several moments to allow the delicious memory to be imprinted forever in their minds; bodies aching with arousal, hard cocks and stiff nipples pressing against restraining clothing.
Grant grinned, looking between his two women. Desire was practically rolling off them, their faces flushed, eyes dilated. As the chamber began to empty, he spoke. "I'm thinking my girls could both use some aftercare as well." He stood up and unabashedly adjusted his erection so that he could walk more comfortably. He chuckled as Rosie stood, immediately looking down at the seat of her chair. He pulled her to him, hugging her as he bent down. "Worried about something?" he teased.
Rosie blushed and then giggled, not wanting to admit how relieved she was to find the chair dry. She felt Grant pat her backside.
"Your drawers might be soaked, but your dress is dry, little one."
Valerie smiled and took Grant's hand as he led them into the corridor. While he turned to thank someone for the invitation, she bent forward. "Mine are quite wet too."
Rosie giggled and the three walked back to their room, nothing more being said as the show played over and over again in their minds.
Chapter Eighteen
Once their door closed, it felt like an electric current was slowly filling the room. Rosa's mind was full of possibilities, one vision skittering away as another, even more exciting one took its place. Grant turned her back to him, his fingers slowly working the buttons of her dress. She stood, quivering, as each came undone. "Arms up," he instructed softly, pulling the dress over her head and passing it to Valerie. He turned her around, lifting her chin with the tips of his fingers as he bent to kiss her softly. As she moaned, he kissed her once more and then stepped back. His fingers untied each ribbon of her chemise, and the look in his eyes as he parted the fabric to bare her breasts had her moaning again.
Grant slid the chemise off her shoulders and down her arms, watching as goose flesh popped up on her skin. God, her arousal just added to her beauty as her nipples pebbled ever tighter, her soft moans going straight to his cock. Handing the chemise to Valerie, he knelt and slowly pulled her drawers down, inch by inch as she laid her hands on his shoulders, her eyes darker blue in her lust as his fingers traced across the hills of her buttocks. Lifting one foot at a time, he helped her step out of the old-fashioned drawers. Smiling, he lifted them to his face, inhaling deeply.
"Oh… oh, God," Rosa whispered, feeling a trickle of moisture run down her inner thigh. She blushed, knowing that there was no hiding her arousal. She pressed into Grant as he lifted her feet to remove her shoes, his fingers sliding up her calves to untie the ribbons holding her stockings up. She moaned again as his fingers slid down her legs, rolling her stockings down and removing them. Nude, she didn't feel the slightest chill—her body felt as it were burning, as if the flames she had seen licking Silver's body were now licking her own. She watched Grant undress Valerie just as slowly and seductively as he had her. Once Valerie, too, was nude, he stood back, looking at the two women.
"That is the most beautiful picture I've ever seen," he said, his hands reaching out to caress each of their cheeks before dropping to their breasts, his thumbs rubbing across throbbing nipples. As he stepped away, Valerie turned to Rosa.
"Shall we return the favor?"
Rosa smiled and nodded. Grant stood still as the women undressed him. It was like opening the best present possible; even knowing what she would reveal doing nothing to subdue her excitement. After removing his coat, Valerie and Rosa took turns unbuttoning his vest and then his shirt, drawing it from his body. Each woman stroked down the hard planes of his muscular chest, their fingers stroking his nipples. She saw Valerie give her a grin and followed her lead as they both bent forward and flicked their tongues across Grant's nipples. Rosa almost giggled when she felt her daddy flinch just the tiniest as his nipples were suckled.
Valerie slid to her knees, Rosa following. His shoes and socks were removed and set aside. Valerie unbuttoned his trousers and both women smiled at each other, his erection obvious as it pressed against the old-fashioned underwear. Very slowly they pulled his pants down, his hands on their shoulders as he stepped from them.
Rosa didn't know if she would make it until they were in bed. She felt more alive than she ever had, swearing she could feel her blood racing through her veins, every drop racing to settle in her sex. With a nod from Valerie, she reached up and together, they removed his briefs, releasing his shaft to stand proudly erect between the two. Rosa watched as Valerie bent forward and ran her tongue from the base of his cock to the head, feeling Grant's fingers tighten on her shoulder. Knowing she'd die if she didn't get a taste, she joined in; Grant giving them the acknowledgment of his pleasure by his low moan.
Valerie bent lower, licking at his testicles, knowing how much he enjoyed the sensation. She watched as Rosie's tongue darted out to lick along the slit of Grant's cock, loving the clutch of her husband's hand on her shoulder as Rosie repeated the motion again and again, taking tiny licks before she opened her mouth and engulfed the head of his cock. Valerie moved and gently guided Rosie to where she was kneeling directly in front of Grant. Stroking her hand through the blonde ringlets, she bent forward. "Suck Daddy's cock, sweetheart. Show him how much you love making him feel good."
Rosa needed no further encouragement. She slid her mouth further down his shaft, attempting to take all of him, realizing that she couldn't—but it didn't dissuade her. Her tongue licked, her lips caressed all she could of him. She was barely aware when Valerie took her hand and placed it around the base of Grant's cock, demonstrating how she should be gently squeezing and moving her hand up and down so that not a single inch of his cock was without stimulation.
"That's it, stroke and suckle, Rosie." Leaning close to Rosie's ear, Valerie's tongue darted out to lick around the delicate pink lobe. Her lips barely moving, she whispered, "Open your legs for me. Let me see what sucking Daddy's cock is doing to your little cunny."
When Rosa shifted her knees apart, she gasped around Grant's cock as Valerie's hand slid between her thighs. "God, you are dripping, young lady. Your thighs are coated with your cream. What am I to do with such a naughty, wanton little girl?"
The blush that covered Rosa's chest and face told of her shame at her Mommy's observation as well as her question, but the moans and gasps spoke far more loudly with her arousal. Valerie might be whispering, but every word seemed as if it were being shouted from the highest mountain, going straight into Rosie's mind to instantly dart through her body and land in her pussy. Rosa's body jerked as she felt Valerie's finger slide into her.
"This little kitty is so tight, so wet, so deliciously needy," Valerie said, her fingers beginning to move, her nails raking softly against her tissue, her touch causing Rosie to stutter in her duty, her mouth and hand still around Grant's shaft. "No, Rosie. Keep suckling. You are to concentrate on pleasing Daddy, sweetheart." Valerie stilled her finger and smiled against Rosie's ear as the girl whined her need, the notes vibrating against the cock in her mouth as she obeyed, her head bobbing up and down, her hand squeezing and stroking.
"I want you to come when Daddy does. I want you to come hard as you swallow his seed. I want to feel your pussy gripping my fingers as I fuck you with them. I want you to explode and drip onto my hand. Can you do that, R
osie? Can you obey Mommy?"
Grant grinned, hearing the muffled moan of Rosie's response. He nodded when Valerie lifted her eyes to him and smiled. There were no need for words, the two had played before and he knew what she was asking. His hand moved to the back of Rosie's head, gently holding her to his cock.
Valerie returned her attention to Rosie. God, she was so slick and felt like velvet. Her body felt hot, her pussy tight as she slid another finger inside. "That's right, darling. You are doing such a good job sucking Daddy's big cock. Open your legs a bit more so Mommy can fuck your sweet little quim."
Rosa instantly obeyed, her free hand moving to brace against Grant's thigh as she felt his hand against the back of her head, guiding her down, helping her to accept more of his cock into her mouth. Her body felt like it was going to combust as she attempted to divide her attention between what Valerie was doing—God, those fingers, those delicious fingers slowly fucking her—and the cock she so desperately wanted to please, to taste. Her soft moans were continuous, her tongue never stopping as her cheeks hollowed in and out with every suck she took.
Valerie continued her play between Rosie's legs. She sat back just a little so that she could keep a close eye on both Grant and Rosie, her expertise allowing her to set the proper pace for the scene. "More, Rosie, take more into your mouth. Open your throat for Daddy." At the sound of a slight gag, she watched as Grant's hand held Rosie's head a bit firmer to him before she continued. "Good girl. What a good cocksucker you are learning to be. Doesn't Daddy's cock taste good? Can't you just imagine how good it is going to feel when he spurts into your mouth?"
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