At Her Husband's Command by Lily Harlem Page A

for that she was grateful.
    She closed her lips around his thick girth and his flavour spread on her tongue; rich and musky with a hint of spiced soap. She gave a small, even-pressured suck.
    “Oh, yeah, that’s it,” Kyle said. “Hot little mouth, hasn’t she?”
    “Yes. And you have my blessing to use it,” Rupert said.
    Kyle withdrew then eased back in; he gripped her cheeks, holding her steady.
    Rupert slid his hand down her back and again held her firmly against the table. “Don’t come,” he said. “Soon, but not yet.”
    Lottie groaned. It was all becoming too much. She was fired up from the earlier spanking, twisted with longing and high on pain and desire. Now with her master working her pussy and a cock in her mouth, she felt harpooned by them, captured, their toy thing, at their mercy.
    “Damn, this is good,” Kyle said, excitement lacing his tone. “So good.”
    He set up a steady pace, fucking her mouth.
    “Hey, Tia, don’t you bloody dare, sub,” Kyle said suddenly.
    “Sorry, Master.” Tia’s voice was full of trepidation. “So sorry, Sir.”
    “You will be.”
    Lottie couldn’t see what Tia had done, but she’d guess that the other woman in the room had slipped a hand between her legs to masturbate. A big no-no without permission. She’d be punished for that later; doms weren’t in the habit of forgetting misdemeanours.
    “You’re doing so well,” Rupert said, “just a few more seconds and I’ll allow you to come, sweet girl.”
    Kyle pulled out and yanked at his cock, working it furiously. He groaned long and low.
    “Oh… oh…” Lottie said, the bliss spiralling upwards and threatening to consume her.
    “Open,” Kyle said, gripping her face again.
    She did as instructed.
    He forged in, further than before. His plunge determined and his cock steel-hard.
    “Come, you may come,” Rupert said, thrusting his fingers even harder into her pussy.
    She came; a glorious burst of pleasure that roared upwards through her body and shattered to all of her nerve endings.
    She held her breath as Kyle flooded her throat with his release, swallowing and swallowing, dragging the tip of his cock to the very back of her tongue.
    “Ah, Jesus Christ,” Kyle said, pounding his hips forward and his pubic hair brushing up against her nose.
    She squirmed and writhed, twisted on the table. All she could feel was ecstasy spasming through her. She clenched around Rupert’s fingers, the thudding of her pussy going on and on and dragging deep guttural moans from the lowest reaches of her chest. She was out of control; her body belonged to Rupert and Kyle as they drew out her pleasure.
    “Ah, yeah, fuck, that’s good…” Kyle said, withdrawing but keeping her face held tight in his hands.
    “More,” Rupert said, “come again…”
    “No, no… I can’t…” she sobbed, Kyle’s cum swishing around her mouth. “It’s too… much…”
    “It isn’t.” Rupert grabbed her arse cheek and clenched it in his fist. “Take it, take another one.”
    Fresh pain attacked her nerve endings. She cried out and tears streamed down her face.
    Kyle brushed them away with the pads of his thumbs.
    On and on Rupert pushed at her G-spot, shoving her up and down on the table. If it weren’t for Kyle holding her, she’d be sliding wildly and likely falling off.
    “Come, sub, come…” Rupert released her arse, whacked it hard, then gripped it again.
    Lottie closed her eyes and held her breath. A new wave of wild bliss screamed through her.
    Rupert leaned over, his mouth against her ear and his breath hot. “Come, come on my hand, I want to feel you squirt.”
    “Ahh…” She pushed onto the invading force; it was so deep she was sure he was jabbing her cervix.
    Another climax engulfed her. On and on it went. Her heart was beating wildly; it was hard to breathe so she stopped. She closed her eyes and was greeted with flashing lights and splashes of red and white on her inner lids.
    A gush of fluid ran