“Good girl,” Julian says again. “Lie on your back. Spread your legs for me.”
Order after order, all spoken in a calm, controlled voice. This is so sexy. A molten ache spreads through me. My pussy is hot and slick. On Saturday, Julian tied me up and drizzled wax down my back while I sucked Damien off. He trailed ice down my spine, spanked my ass, and then fucked me.
On Saturday, he’d been improvising, playing with household objects he’d found in Damien’s home. Today, we’re going to a sex club filled with actual bondage equipment. What does Julian have planned for me? What does Damien?
I can’t wait to find out.
I position myself as instructed, my dress hiked up to my waist, my naked pussy splayed open. Julian swipes his finger through my folds. I gasp as he finds my clit. “I think you like this game, Sophia,” he says, his voice silky. “You’re drenched.”
He yanks me closer, lifting my hips on his lap. My right foot is on the floor. My left leg is bent at the knee, the sole on the seat. I’m completely exposed. Spread open.
Julian holds up the plug. “I like glass plugs,” he says. He drizzles lube between my ass cheeks. “They have a very satisfying weight. You might be able to forget about a plastic plug, but this one, you’ll feel with every step you take.” Another smile ghosts over his face. “Or so I’ve been told.”
He slips his fingers between my cheeks. He works the lube into my tight hole, his movements unhurried. Damien continues to watch as Julian’s fingers fuck my ass. First one, and then two. When he adds the third, I groan out loud.
“Don’t fight it,” Julian says. His thumb taps the hard nub of my clitoris, the rhythm maddeningly light. Every time he touches me, my entire body jerks like I’ve touched a live wire, but he knows just how hard to push. I rock my hips, but he refuses to increase the intensity. He keeps me on the edge as he fucks my ass with three fingers, and then, when I’m a gasping, writhing, twisting, aching mess, he pushes the plug into my ass.
“Good girl,” he says again. He wipes his hands clean on a conveniently located roll of paper towels and meets Damien’s eyes in the mirror. “Want me to drive the rest of the way?”
“Fuck, yes,” Damien says instantly.
The two of them swap places. “What a pretty picture you make,” Damien says, a smile creasing his lips. He slides two fingers into my dripping pussy. Holding my gaze, he drags them out and sucks them into his mouth. “I’m addicted to the way you taste,” he murmurs. “I can’t get enough.”
Julian starts the engine, and we’re moving again. The car picks up speed as Damien bends his head toward me.
His tongue dances over me. He circles my clit and sucks my lips between his teeth. He thrusts his fingers inside of me, one, then two, and finally three. He brings me to the edge of orgasm, over and over.
But he does not let me come.
My body is on fire, and my heart pounds. I throb around the unyielding plug. I pant and gasp, thrusting my hips into his face, but no matter what I do, Damien doesn’t take me over the edge.
The car glides to a stop. “We’re here,” Julian announces. I’m limp, a sheen of sweat on my skin. If either of them as much as breathes on my clit, I swear I’m going to explode. And they both know it.
I hate them.
They drive me crazy.
I can’t wait to see what else they have planned for me.
Damien pulls his mouth free and wipes it with the back of his hand. He hands me a bottle of water. I take a swig from it, and so does he, and then he smiles cheerfully and offers me his hand. “Shall we?”