Sophia
The private room is small, with doors on two sides. There are only four pieces of furniture: a futuristic-looking chair in the center of the room, a dresser and a long padded bench along one wall, and a bed pushed against the other. The walls are covered with mirrors, except the wall directly opposite me. That wall has, apart from the mirrors, a large flat-screen TV.
“Is there a show you want to watch?” I quip.
Julian slants me a look. “What do I want to hear from you, Sophia?” he asks, his voice stern.
A thrum of excitement winds through my core at that tone. “Yes, Sir,” I say meekly.
They’re both wearing suits tonight. Julian enters the room, takes off his jacket, and rolls up his shirt sleeves. Damien points to the chair. “Take off your clothes, all of them,” he says. “And sit down.”
I want to ask them if they’re planning to take off their clothes too, but since that would be against the rules, I bite my tongue. My body throbs with desire as I obey Damien’s instructions.
The seat is metal, and it’s cool against my skin. Goosebumps break out on my arms, and my nipples harden.
Julian retrieves a tablet from the dresser. For a long moment, he surveys me with hooded eyes. “Your checklist is. . . interesting.”
“Sir?” It’s not ‘Yes Sir,’ but it’s close. Right?
“There are so many things I want to do with you, Sophia,” he continues, as if I haven’t spoken. “And I’m trying to decide if I should keep you in suspense or tell you the details. Hmm.”
He looks at me as if he’s really trying to decide when I know he’s decided already. He’s just drawing this out to heighten my anticipation.
“I think I’ll tell you,” he says after a long moment. He picks up the tablet and holds it toward Damien. “Do you want to pick?”
“Hang on,” Damien replies. “Let me get Sophia settled first.” He picks up a remote control from the dresser and presses a button. The seat of my chair splits into two and spreads apart in a vee.
My legs spread with it.
I squeak in surprise; I can’t help it. My pussy gushes anew. Cool air caresses my folds. I can see my reflection in the mirror. Naked, wet, spread open. My arousal, which had cooled somewhat while Brooklyn was going over the checklist, flares back to life.
“I don’t want you going anywhere,” Damien says. “So. . .” He kneels and fastens thick leather straps around my ankles, my knees, and my thighs. “Perfect.”
He rummages through the dresser until he finds what he’s looking for. It’s a mint-green rabbit vibrator. It looks harmless. Until he turns it on. “Here you go,” he says, handing it to me. “Play with yourself while we discuss your scene, Sophia.” He gives me a truly evil smile. “No coming, of course.”
“No coming?” I wail. “That’s not fair.”
Julian’s eyes narrow. “Do I have to punish you, Sophia?”
“No, Sir.” If I sound sulky, it’s because I am. I want to come, damn it. It’s not fair.
He bites back a smile. “Get going,” he says. “And if you’re thinking about disobeying, don’t. You won’t enjoy your punishment.”
“I won’t?”
Damien laughs. “He’ll edge you all night and won’t let you come,” he says. “You’ve been warned, Sophia.”
My nipples are hard. My pussy is soaked. I hate them for their deliciously wicked imagination, but I love everything they do to me.
Julian and Damienpour over the tablet. I turn the vibrator on and slide it into me. I don’t dare touch my clit; I’m incredibly close and can’t risk it. I do my best to hold back my orgasm. I think of the most boring things I can. I make to-do lists in my head, but they don’t really help. My body is poised on a knife’s edge. Waves of pleasure run through me. In the background, I can hear snippets of Damien and Julian’s conversation, and to distract myself, I listen to what they’re saying.
“Yes, that sounds good,” Julian says. The TV in front of me powers on, and one by one, words appear on the screen, each line highlighted in red.
Blindfolds. Bondage (light). Gags (phallic). Spanking. Riding crops. Hair pulling. Fellatio/Cunnilingus. Anal sex. Anal plug (public, under clothes). Vibrator on genitals. Double penetration (anal and vaginal). Orgasm control. Nipple clamps.
These are all the things they’re going to do to me tonight. A powerful shiver rolls through my body as I read the list, and I snatch the vibrator away before I tip over.
It’s a close thing. For a few minutes, I can’t think. I can’t breathe. I clench my eyes shut and hang on the tip of the precipice, clinging for dear life.