Julian’s bringing me exquisite pleasure. Damien’s offering me glorious pain. The two sensations collide and mingle, and I can’t tell one from the other. I throw my head back. I struggle in my bindings as my long-denied orgasm nears.
And then ecstasy takes me. I throb around Julian’s fingers and the plug. My body is bathed in sweat, and I come hard.
Their handsquickly untie me and remove the gag. Only the plug is left. “You good?” Julian asks softly.
“I can’t speak,” I say pertly. “I can’t be expected to form coherent sentences after an orgasm like that.”
His lips quirk. “Do you want a break?”
“Just a little one.” I get to my feet and stretch lazily. “That was great.” I look at Damien with a wide smile. “The riding crop was wicked.”
He grins. “Water?”
“Yes, please.” I take the bottle he hands me and drink deeply, washing the taste of the rubber gag out of my mouth.
Julian picks up the tablet. “We can cross gags, bondage, riding crops, hair pulling, and cunnilingus off the list,” he says. Each of the entries turns green. “Oh, and anal plug under clothes. We’ve got that taken care of.”
“You should also cross orgasm denial off the list,” I point out. “We’re done with that. Right?” He doesn’t reply, not immediately, and my eyes narrow. “Julian?”
He chuckles. “Okay, fine. We’re done with that.” He perches at the edge of the bench. He’s hard. His erection is clearly visible under his trousers, but unlike me, he doesn’t seem to have any problems keeping his arousal in check. “What do you think? Anything you want to do again, anything you don’t want to repeat?”
I think about it. “I wasn’t a fan of the gag,” I say at last. “I didn’t hate it, but I didn’t love it either. I’d much rather swallow a real cock. The rest was amazing.” I take another drink of water. “You’re both still fully dressed, by the way. Is that going to change any time soon?”
Julian tilts his head to the side. “If you’ve recovered enough to be a smart ass, we can get going again.”
Damien pullsme in front of a mirror. His fingers trace the faint red marks the riding crop has left on my skin. “Poor Sophia,” he murmurs, his breath tickling my ear. “Should I kiss them better? Or should I fuck your pretty little ass?” He spanks me hard, the sound echoing in the quiet room. “Decisions, decisions.”
Julian pulls the bench away from the wall, and Damien bends me over it. He strips efficiently, removes my plug, drizzles fresh lube between my cheeks, and then pushes his cock in.
I do my best to relax, but even with the plug loosening me up, there’s still resistance. Damien kisses my neck and strokes my back. He moves slowly, giving me time to acclimatize, and pushes his cock steadily forward. I clench my fingers into a fist as I feel my muscles stretch to accommodate his thickness.
Julian’s cock is suddenly at my lips. I wrap my fingers around his length and close my mouth over his thickness. I swirl my tongue over his head, licking him and teasing him before I take him deep.
He groans out loud, and I can see him in the mirrors, head thrown back, face etched with desire.
Damien pulls out and applies more lube, then pushes in again. Inch by inch, he fills me, and it is glorious.
It’s intense. So intense. And Damien takes it up a notch when he shoves the rabbit into my pussy and turns it on. I suck Julian’s cock down my throat as Damien fucks my ass, and it doesn’t take me long to get to Orgasm Two. Then Damien comes with a groan, which triggers Orgasm Three.
This time, we cross off anal sex, vibrator on genitals, spanking, and fellatio off the list. Well, Julian does. I lie on the bench, absolutely drained from my three orgasms.
There are onlythree things on the screen still highlighted in red. Nipple clamps, blindfolds, and double penetration.
I’m feeling the oddest sense of déjà vu. The last time we were here—the only time we were here—Julian had wrapped a blindfold over my eyes, and then they’d taken me at the same time, one cock in my pussy and another in my ass.
And now we’re going to do it again.
This time, it’s Damien who blindfolds me. Two sets of mouths lick and suck my aching nipples until they’re erect, and they place the clamps on my swollen nubs.
I hiss.
“Too much?” Julian asks. He does something, and the sting eases. “How’s that?”
Fire blazes through my core. “It’s good,” I breathe. “Perfect.”
Someone—Damien, I think—brushes a kiss over my lips. Someone else—Julian, if I’m guessing correctly—gently strokes the tips of my nipples while squeezing my breasts. I wriggle and squirm, my body desperate for them all over again.
“Come here, Sophia,” Damien says. He laces his fingers in mine and tugs me down. I feel the mattress sink under his weight. “Straddle me,” he orders. He grips my hips, and I rub my aching pussy against his erect cock before lowering myself on his thick length.