The Dom locks eyes with the man behind the woman. "Prepare her."
"Yes, Sir," he says, then slides his finger past her forbidden zone.
She cries out, her eyes fluttering.
"Don't make a sound," Riggs orders, then he shoves his finger and mine inside my pussy and pushes the butt of my palm on my clit, rotating it with the perfect amount of force.
I inhale sharply, trying to stay quiet.
He kisses my ear, murmuring, "No coming."
The Dom gives the woman on stage a minute, then questions, "And what about him, princess? Do you want his mouth or cock?" He points to the man in front of her.
She takes two anxious gulps of air, and her voice cracks when she says, "His mouth. Please, Daddy."
The Dom orders, "Kneel!"
The man in front of her obeys, replying, "Yes, Sir." He puts his face in front of her pussy, bows his head, and waits.
The Dom questions, "Should I go easy or hard on him for his punishment, princess?"
More excitement fills her eyes. She answers, "Hard, Daddy. Please flog him hard."
The Dom nods and instructs, "Wrap your hands around the chains, princess."
She winds them twice around her and locks eyes with the Dom.
"Good girl," he praises, then says, "No coming until I permit you. You don't have to stay silent."
Adoration fills her expression. She pins her gaze on her Dom, replying, "Thank you, Daddy."
He barks, "Now!"
The man behind the woman pulls out his finger and grips her hips, thrusting his cock inside her in one move.
She shrieks as the man in front laces his fingers between the other man's, gripping her hips, and latches his face on her pussy.
Ecstatic sounds fly out of her, and she grips the chains so hard her knuckles turn white.
The man behind her bites on her neck, and the Dom takes the flogger and slams it on the back of the man eating her pussy.
I gasp, unable to take my eyes off the scene.
The man being flogged grunts, his back arches, but his mouth stays planted between her thighs. The man from behind pins his hands over the other man and thrusts into the woman's ass faster.
Riggs moves our fingers inside me at the same pace, rubbing my clit with an intensity that pools adrenaline in all my cells.
I whimper, shift my hips, and Riggs orders, "Don't move, pet."
It takes everything I have to still myself.
Riggs kisses the curve of my neck and removes his hand from mine. I try to move my hand, and he demands, "Play with yourself."
I start to turn my head, but he moves his cheek against mine so I can't. He adds, "Eyes on the stage."
I obey.
He repeats, "Play with your pussy, now. Permission to move your hips. I want to see it, pet."