Ink chuckled and brought a hard blow down onto her shoulders. They both stepped back, letting her swing and try to catch her balance.
“Sorry, Master Hannibal.”
He used one hand to steady her and tilted her head back. “Are you?”
Ink brought the flogger up between her legs and landed a blow onto her tender pussy. Her groan was adorable. Hannibal continued switching between the soft fur and the scratching pinching of the tips of the gloves, while Ink worked a steady rhythm, moving up and down her body from behind with the floggers.
Her body had broken out into a sweat that beaded her skin with moisture. She squirmed at every touch, hard or soft. Her moans were a sweet counterpoint to the music that flowed through the room. It was hard to ignore his own painfully stiff cock. But if they were going to make their girl fly again, he needed to find his patience.
When her breaths started coming in pants and her eyes glazed, Hannibal nodded to Ink. They both stepped forward and pressed her between them. Holding her immobile with the bulk of their bodies.
Hannibal licked her neck and enjoyed the salty taste of her skin. He worked his way down her body with his mouth. Her pussy flushed and her obvious excitement dripping onto her thighs was a welcome sight.
Hannibal spread Jade open, enjoying her earthy smell as he slipped his tongue into her folds. He loved the taste of her against his tongue, the way she unselfconsciously ground against his face, trying to get the friction she needed to orgasm. The chains above her rattled as she jerked against them.
Ink dropped down on the other side of her and was nipping at her very red ass with his teeth. Hannibal flattened his tongue and put slow, deliberate pressure on her swollen clit. It wouldn’t be enough to push her over the edge that they wanted her hovering on.
“Please, Masters, please. I have to come, please. I have to!”
Hannibal chuckled at the wonderful desperation in her voice. Through her legs, he saw Ink pulling out a butt plug from his pocket. They were going to make sure she was ready for what they wanted tonight. His Brother loved claiming a woman’s ass and was always prepared to make sure she enjoyed it as well.
Hannibal stood and tossed the gloves to the side. Leaning in, he ran a hot breath over her neck. “You want to come for us?”
“Yes.”
“Maybe we’ll be nice and let you come. If you’re good.”
“I’ll be good. I swear.”
“Have you ever taken two men at the same time, little Jewel?” Hannibal asked.
Her body tensed. “No.”
Ink leaned in and whispered in her other ear. “Has anyone ever claimed that gorgeous ass of yours?”
“No.”
Hannibal nipped the spot right behind her ear, and she bucked. “Then we’ll have to get you ready. Are you okay with that?” He tweaked her nipple. Then began rolling her tight peaks between his fingers.
“I think so.” Her voice held hesitation.
Behind her, he saw Ink teasing the crack of her ass with his fingers. Her body seemed torn, whether to push back against him or to pull away.
“That isn’t a question you can answer with maybe, little Jewel.” Hannibal ran his hand down and through her damp folds and slowly started circling her clit. His Brother would be circling and teasing the sensitive flesh around her ass.
She drew in a deep breath. “Yes, I want to try. But you’ll stop if... if it’s too much?”
Ink purred. “Of course we will. Red stops everything. Always. Where are you right now?”
“Scared, but green.”
Hannibal positioned himself so he could watch Ink as he played with his favorite part of a woman. They matched their rhythm as one rimmed her ass, the other circled her clit in slowly quickening circles.
Her breathing was their sole focus. She panted and groaned as they did their best to keep her right on the edge of orgasm. Ink spread lube around the sensitive flesh. Her body finally relaxed into the motions, and Ink slipped a finger inside of her before she could tense.
She thrashed and Hannibal picked up speed on her clit until she pushed back and Ink slipped a second finger in. Her moans were the sounds of sweet victory. Hannibal used his other hand to tweak at her nipples.
Soon she was thrusting back against Ink, finger fucking herself on his hand. Ink pulled his hand back. Smirking when she cried out in disappointment. He replaced his fingers with the butt plug that was only slightly thinner than his own cock. She didn’t hesitate and pushed back onto the metal like she had done it a thousand times before.