She
tugged helplessly at her bonds, every inch of her aching under the
administrations of the men surrounding her. Blindfolded, she couldn’t see them
but Lord could she feel their hands as they tugged at her nipples; as their
fingers traced over the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs; and heaven above
felt their tongues and teeth as they nipped and caressed her in places she’d
never dreamed of having someone place their mouth.
“Please…”
she groaned as the lips which had been tugging at the delicate skin at the back
of her knee slid higher. Stubble brushed against her skin, sending even more
sensations skittering across her nerve endings.
“Master?” The soft plea in the man’s voice sent a jolt
through her as did the direct exhale which stirred the curls at the juncture of
her thighs. She waited with baited
anticipation as did the man between her legs.
Would he be given permission to place his mouth on her pussy? Or would
the Master torment them both by denying them - prolonging their anticipation
until both were nothing more than a begging mass of flesh?
“Is
that what you would like, little one, to feel my slave’s tongue against your
little pussy? To have him make you come?”
The dark command spoken directly into her ear sent shivers down her
spine, competing with the ones radiating up her thighs from the man tracing
patterns with his tongue. His heartfelt
groan at his Master’s words stroked the flames of her desire even hotter.
“Please.” She whispered through dry lips, her legs
trembling with the need to come. She’d never been so aroused in her life. Every nerve was tight as each stroke of
fingers, tongues and teeth sent her passion a little bit higher.
“What
do you think, slave. Does she deserve to feel your tongue? Has she earned her
reward?”
The
lips abandoned her thigh. “She hasn’t sucked you yet as you asked, Master…”
She
groaned at the man’s reminder.
Unfamiliar with any oral sex at all, she’d stumbled earlier at the
requested blow job and this in turn was her punishment. To be teased and
tormented until she gave the men what they wanted. More importantly what he
wanted - the Master.
“Very
true. Seems rather odd considering she
wants the very thing from you that she denied me.” The feel of something warm
but damp brushed over her cheek.
“I…I’m
sorry.” She turned her face. ‘I’ll do
it…” In desperation, she searched for
the Master’s cock. That had to be what she just felt. She was inexperienced but
not stupid. And now on the edge of
release herself, she no longer could remember why she’d balked at the idea of
taking him into her mouth.
“Beg,
Analise, I want you to beg for it, because only then will I allow you to come.”
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