“Ah, he’s tasting her.” He removed his fingers abruptly and I heard him lick them. “Mmm,” he hummed.
I expected him to finger-fuck me again, so I was surprised when his hands came up to my shoulders.
“I want you leaning over the stone so that when I fuck you, your nipples scrape the railing. Can you do that?”
“Yes, Master.” I readjusted my stance, aided by his hands, pushing me into place.
“Tell me what the two men are doing now.”
“The one guy has stopped licking her and he’s penetrating her now. She’s arching, but the other one is holding her head still while he uses her mouth.”
Nathaniel spanked my ass. Hard. Ow. Fuck.
“What was wrong with how you answered?” he asked.
Shit.
“I didn’t answer in German, Master.”
“Right, so answer the question again the right way.”
I repeated my answer as he instructed.
“Good girl,” he said. “I think that deserves a reward.”
I held still, not trusting myself not to move. “Ich danke dir, Meister.”
He took hold of my waist and then entered me with just the tip of his cock. It was torture, feeling him right there but not any farther. I could imagine how good it was going to feel when he finally took me.
But what the hell was he waiting for?
Holding his hips steady, he inched his hands up my body, brushing along my breasts, easing across my shoulders. Ever so gently he wove his fingers through my hair, caressing my scalp. It was slow and sensual and my muscles relaxed under his touch. I anticipated him entering me the exact same way. I sighed in bliss.
Before I finished my sigh, he grabbed my hair, jerked my head back, and thrust inside with one powerful stroke. I almost climaxed and stopped myself just in time.
“Holy shit, Master.” I forced myself to take long, deep breaths because I was still dangerously close to coming.
He held still and I gulped at how big he felt inside me. I wasn’t sure if it was the angle or our positions or what. But damn.
He rolled his hips, going deeper and hitting different spots. I gasped and blindly clutched the wall before me. Holy hell.
“Been too long, hasn’t it?” he said, and his voice was coarser than I’d expected.
“What?” My mind was overwhelmed by the physical sensations he’d created in my body. It couldn’t process anything requiring something as mundane as thought, much less conversation.
“Since I’ve taken you like this,” he explained. “Hard and fast and with the potential of people watching.”
“Yes,” I said in a half groan, half moan as he rolled his hips again. “Too long.” And I wished we were downstairs on the courtyard, where there was more than just the potential of people watching. It was a guarantee.
He gave a thrust and my chest scraped against the stone just as he said it would. It was just the right amount of ouch mixed with yes and please, again more.
“Tell me what they’re doing now.”
“In German, Master?”
“Of course.”
I took a deep breath and opened my eyes, though they almost fluttered closed as he moved inside me again. My body shivered in response. Parts of me that had been dormant for far too long were waking up and I had to force myself to focus on the trio below us. If I didn’t, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back my climax.
“Tell me,” he repeated.
I worked through the German words in my mind and that was enough to keep my climax at bay. “One’s fucking her and the other just came in her mouth. Now he’s fondling her breasts.”
It probably felt similar to what I was experiencing with the stone wall. Though I did wonder if he was stroking or pinching. Was he being rough? As I watched, she let out a yelp. I saw her mouth move and his evil-looking smile at her response. Yes, he was rough and judging by her expression, she loved it.
Behind me, Nathaniel drove into me again and I let out my own yelp.
“You see her getting fucked? You’re in a similar situation, except with only one Dom.” He started moving faster and I panted in short, choppy breaths.
The woman’s head turned slightly and she seemed to look our way. I didn’t think we were visible, especially to those in the courtyard. Probably all she saw were moving shadows. But whatever she saw caused a smile to cover her face and she said something to the two men. They answered but didn’t look our way. However, I did notice the one started thrusting harder.
Or maybe that was Nathaniel.
Damn, I needed to come. But he had been right, he was acting diabolical and teasing every last ounce of pleasure possible from my body and it was taking all my self-control not to give in to my need to climax. Even translating the actions of the trio into German hadn’t helped that much.
“Need to come, Master.”
He didn’t pause in his thrusting. “You can come after she does.”
I almost whined. The big bulk of a man currently driving into the woman didn’t appear to be anywhere near reaching his own climax, nor did he seem to be concerned about when she had hers.
Nathaniel slowed down, but if I thought him doing so was going to give me any sort of reprieve, I quickly learned I was mistaken. Slowing down only allowed him to be more intent with his movements.
He took hold of the rail on each side of me and I upturned my hand. Knowing what I needed, he entwined his fingers with mine. We’d been in more intimate settings. We’d done kinkier things. And yet being on that balcony, feeling his presence around me and inside me, hit me with an emotional force that I’d never felt before. Perhaps because it was so close to being a very public scene and yet it was still very intimate and private.
After several long moments of Nathaniel’s seductive and sensual thrusts, he once more sped up. I glanced at the trio. They, too, appeared to be nearing release.
“Sie kommen, Herr,” I whispered in both relief and regret. They’re coming, Sir. Relief because that meant it would soon hopefully be time for my own release. Regret because the moment had been so perfect and there were never enough perfect moments.
“I see them,” he said. “You’re free to come as soon as she does.”
The Dom behind her took another handful of hair and pulled her head. Even sitting on the balcony, I clearly saw her back arch and her chest rise and fall in a deep sigh as his mouth formed the unmistakable shape of one word.
“Come.”
At his command, she relaxed into her climax. Her eyes fluttered several times and her body shook slightly. The man behind her kept thrusting through her release and wasn’t far behind with his own.
“Jetzt kann ich kommen, Meister?” I said, asking if I could come, and at his “Yes,” I loosened my grip on the tiny thread of self-control that had been keeping me from my orgasm. At the next pass of his body into mine, he dropped our clasped hands between my legs and rubbed my clit.
“Feel this,” he whispered, and moved our hands slightly so I felt him pushing in and out of me. “Feel me fuck you. Feel me as you come all over me. Squeezing me deep inside. Like you don’t ever want me to leave your body.”
His words were just the thing I needed to send me soaring over the cliff into my climax.
“There we go,” he said, still pumping his hips. He grunted as he went deep. “Come hard for me. Never get tired of feeling you come apart.” He held still inside while he rode out his own release.
He gently let go of my hands and rubbed my shoulders, slipping down the front of me to cup my breasts. “Sore?”
“Only pleasantly so, Master.” The dull ache of my nipples and between my legs was a welcome reminder of what we’d just shared.
“Come here.” He pulled me back to sit in his lap. From beside the chair, he took a warm blanket and draped it over my shoulders.
I sighed as contentment settled over me like the blanket. The intimacy of our time by the rail carried over to the chair and I snuggled deeper into arms. Usually, he’d hold me, but I lifted my head slightly and found his lips waiting to take mine in a kiss.
It was soft and gentle and he spoke in whispers against my mouth before cupping my head and slanting his own so he could kiss me fully. I lifted my arms to encircle his neck, feeling his muscles and basking in his warmth. He parted his lips and I followed, kissing him long and deep.