“Good. I’m feeling generous. You can come all you want.” He moves behind me. I turn my head, and the hook reminds me of its existence.
Then he buries his mouth between my legs.
Oh fuck, yes.
His tongue sweeps a long, broad path up my slit. He doesn’t tease me. He thrusts his fingers in my pussy, and he sucks my clit between his lips. I moan out loud. Pleasure overtakes me, and I throw my head back. The hook moves again, and it’s all too much. . .
Theo pinches my nipples. There are mirrors everywhere, and I can watch his large palms knead my breasts. It’s such an erotic sight. My skin is pink, marked by the crop. They ache when Theo squeezes them, and my arousal stokes higher. My insides twist into a tight spiral.
Desire overwhelms me. I can see Shane lick my pussy with unabashed pleasure. Theo’s expression is dark and hungry. It’s all too much. The images mix with the sensation of Theo’s fingers tugging at my nipples and the ache in my clit as Shane sucks it between his teeth. I can’t hold on. “Please, can I—” I gasp.
“Yes, Addie,” Theo growls. “Come for us.”
That’s all it takes. My climax explodes over me.
“Is that sex, Addie?” Theo asks, when the tremors die down, a wicked grin on his face.
I came so hard I feel boneless now. I laugh weakly. “I think that one qualified.”
I lose countof my orgasms. They help me into the armbinder, buckle the collar around my neck, clamp my nipples, and make me come. They tie me to the punishment bench, push a dildo into my pussy and another in my ass, and make me come again. Over and over, they make me climax until I’m a shivering, mindless mess.
I slowly float back to earth. Theo and Shane walk around me, undoing the restraints that hold me in place. Pleasure still thrums through me, though I absolutely cannot come again. If there is such a thing as a daily quota for orgasms, I have shattered it. If either of them so much as breathes near my pussy, I will claw their eyes out.
I get to my feet slowly, wincing as my muscles scream in protest. I've been naked for the last two hours, but I am suddenly self-conscious about it. I wrap my arms around myself, and Shane must notice because he hands me a robe.
I guess our session is over. I don’t know why that fills me with disappointment. After all, just a minute ago, I was ready to go full-on-harpy if they came within a foot of my over-stimulated clit.
The robe is emerald green. I put it on, becoming enveloped from head to toe in warm fleece. “What about you guys?” My gaze falls to their erections. “You didn’t come.” I wasn’t in charge of the scene, but I still feel vaguely guilty. They made me orgasm so many times I lost count. I should return the favor. “Can I take care of that?”
“Don’t worry about it,” Shane replies. “It’s not a priority.”
I tell myself not to take that personally, but fail. Elliot loved it when I sucked his cock. Theo and Shane didn’t even take their clothes off. In the aftermath of the endorphin high of submission, I feel rejected.
Theo’s eyes, kind and thoughtful, are on me. “Come here, Addie.”
Theo is an experienced Dominant, as is Shane. They wouldn’t forget about aftercare. But aftercare is far more intimate than sex. I hug my arms around myself. “I'm fine,” I tell them. “Really. You don’t need to—”
Theo’s expression makes it clear that he doesn’t believe me. “Come here, Addie,” he repeats patiently.
I take a step into his waiting arms. He nudges me to the couch, pulling me down on his lap. I stay tense for a moment, my back straight, but Theo doesn’t talk. He strokes my hair with gentle fingers.
I relax into him.
Shane steps out of the room for a moment. When he returns, he’s wheeling a room service cart. Both tray tables overflow with an assortment of desserts. I see bars of dark chocolate, brownies, cheesecake, apple pie, and hang on. Are those churros? Those definitely didn't come from the castle’s kitchens.
“Where did you get those?”
Shane follows my gaze. “The churros? I sent out for them.”
“Oh.” I don’t know what to say. I’m touched, and I’m terrified. I mentioned at dinner that I had a sweet tooth, and now there is more dessert here than the three of us can eat. I glanced at the churros for an instant too long at Taco Gus, and Shanenoticed.
There is also a bottle of champagne. “Want some?”
In my state of mind, champagne is dangerous. “Could I get some water instead?”
“Of course.” Shane retrieves a bottle of water for me, along with a bar of chocolate. He sits down on the couch and pats his lap. “Put your feet here.”
“Why?” I blurt out.