cock in, groaned with pleasure at the sensation
of her clamping down on him. “Oh, yeah. Honey, your pussy is heaven.”
She pulled away from Brad’s cock and drew in a breath.
“Thank you, Master. I’m glad it pleases you.”
Fuck. He almost lost it right then and there. Was she
in subspace, even with the change in position? No, she spoke too clearly. The
need to make certain, to give her the pleasure of total absorption, overwhelmed
him.
He bent over her, cupping the weight of her breasts in his
hands. He squeezed, found the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and
worked the velvet nubs. Pinched, tugged, all the while keeping an even rhythm
thrusting in and out.
Lori rocked on Brad’s cock, her speed increasing. She
whimpered, grunting each time Marc bottomed out inside her.
“Remember not to come until we say so,” Marc warned above
her ear.
She whined.
Marc straightened and smacked her ass cheek hard. “No
complaining.” He smacked her again, then pumped deep. He continued the motions,
spanking her and fucking her. “You earned one punishment tonight, are you going
to make it two?”
She pulled her mouth off Brad’s cock. “No, Master. I’m
trying not to come, but the spanking, and you inside me…” She whimpered as he
spanked her again. “I’m sorry, Master, I can’t hold out much longer.”
Brad grasped a handful of her wavy hair and pulled her back
down to his lap. Marc sped up his pace, stopping once to spank her again. Her
shrieks rose in pitch until he knew she was at the edge. Pulling out, he
spanked her four times, hard, then commanded, “Come.”
He thrust into her as she shattered, fucking in and out
wildly as she clenched and released in her orgasm. Beneath her, Brad groaned
and froze. Marc couldn’t hold back anymore and let go, feeling pleasure sweep
over his body.
When he could move without staggering, Marc helped Lori onto
the bed and went in search of a clean cloth. Brad stretched out beside her,
smoothing her tangled hair. They were all breathing normally by the time Marc
lay down on her other side.
She lay on her back. Marc rolled on his side and propped up
on an elbow to better see the other two. He caught Brad’s attention and nodded.
Brad spoke. “Did you enjoy tonight as our sub?”
“Yes, Master C. It was…amazing. I never imagined anything
like this.” She laughed. “That sounds trite, doesn’t it? But it’s true. I know
I’ll never settle for missionary again with any man.”
Marc growled low in his throat. “I don’t recall giving you
permission to talk about other men.”
She smiled and turned her head his way. Her eyes still held
the glassiness of sex. “Forgive me, Master.”
As she continued to hold his gaze, her eyes darkened and she
looked up at the ceiling.
“What is it?” he asked.
Lori shook her head. “Nothing.”
Brad lifted on his elbow and stroked his free hand down her
arm. “This doesn’t work without total honesty.”
“I was just wishing there was a way this could continue.”
“Why can’t it?” Brad asked.
She stared at the ceiling as if unable to meet either man’s
eyes. “Well, there’s work, for one thing. And there are three of us. Somehow,
someone’s going to feel left out at some point.”
Marc said, “Just for a moment, let’s take work out of the
picture. We’re just three people who met at a club and discovered we work well
together.”
“If only,” she snorted. “I can’t take the fact of who we are
out of the picture. It is the picture.”
Brad sat up and leaned his elbows on his knees. “It doesn’t
have to be. People who work together date all the time. They do things together.”
“If you compare handcuffs and spankings to a company
softball game, I’ll slap you, Collins.”
Brad took her free hand and pinned it to his thigh. He held
up his other hand when she began to speak. “Hear us out, Lori. Take us out of
the situation. It’s just you and two men exploring each
of her clamping down on him. “Oh, yeah. Honey, your pussy is heaven.”
She pulled away from Brad’s cock and drew in a breath.
“Thank you, Master. I’m glad it pleases you.”
Fuck. He almost lost it right then and there. Was she
in subspace, even with the change in position? No, she spoke too clearly. The
need to make certain, to give her the pleasure of total absorption, overwhelmed
him.
He bent over her, cupping the weight of her breasts in his
hands. He squeezed, found the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and
worked the velvet nubs. Pinched, tugged, all the while keeping an even rhythm
thrusting in and out.
Lori rocked on Brad’s cock, her speed increasing. She
whimpered, grunting each time Marc bottomed out inside her.
“Remember not to come until we say so,” Marc warned above
her ear.
She whined.
Marc straightened and smacked her ass cheek hard. “No
complaining.” He smacked her again, then pumped deep. He continued the motions,
spanking her and fucking her. “You earned one punishment tonight, are you going
to make it two?”
She pulled her mouth off Brad’s cock. “No, Master. I’m
trying not to come, but the spanking, and you inside me…” She whimpered as he
spanked her again. “I’m sorry, Master, I can’t hold out much longer.”
Brad grasped a handful of her wavy hair and pulled her back
down to his lap. Marc sped up his pace, stopping once to spank her again. Her
shrieks rose in pitch until he knew she was at the edge. Pulling out, he
spanked her four times, hard, then commanded, “Come.”
He thrust into her as she shattered, fucking in and out
wildly as she clenched and released in her orgasm. Beneath her, Brad groaned
and froze. Marc couldn’t hold back anymore and let go, feeling pleasure sweep
over his body.
When he could move without staggering, Marc helped Lori onto
the bed and went in search of a clean cloth. Brad stretched out beside her,
smoothing her tangled hair. They were all breathing normally by the time Marc
lay down on her other side.
She lay on her back. Marc rolled on his side and propped up
on an elbow to better see the other two. He caught Brad’s attention and nodded.
Brad spoke. “Did you enjoy tonight as our sub?”
“Yes, Master C. It was…amazing. I never imagined anything
like this.” She laughed. “That sounds trite, doesn’t it? But it’s true. I know
I’ll never settle for missionary again with any man.”
Marc growled low in his throat. “I don’t recall giving you
permission to talk about other men.”
She smiled and turned her head his way. Her eyes still held
the glassiness of sex. “Forgive me, Master.”
As she continued to hold his gaze, her eyes darkened and she
looked up at the ceiling.
“What is it?” he asked.
Lori shook her head. “Nothing.”
Brad lifted on his elbow and stroked his free hand down her
arm. “This doesn’t work without total honesty.”
“I was just wishing there was a way this could continue.”
“Why can’t it?” Brad asked.
She stared at the ceiling as if unable to meet either man’s
eyes. “Well, there’s work, for one thing. And there are three of us. Somehow,
someone’s going to feel left out at some point.”
Marc said, “Just for a moment, let’s take work out of the
picture. We’re just three people who met at a club and discovered we work well
together.”
“If only,” she snorted. “I can’t take the fact of who we are
out of the picture. It is the picture.”
Brad sat up and leaned his elbows on his knees. “It doesn’t
have to be. People who work together date all the time. They do things together.”
“If you compare handcuffs and spankings to a company
softball game, I’ll slap you, Collins.”
Brad took her free hand and pinned it to his thigh. He held
up his other hand when she began to speak. “Hear us out, Lori. Take us out of
the situation. It’s just you and two men exploring each
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