Devoured by Doms (Doms of Destiny, Colorado 4)
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Click.
During the “off” moment of the TENS, she felt liquid slipping down her thighs and knew she was getting even more soaked with each jolt.
Click. On.
More need. More want.
Click. Off.
She felt lips brush over her ass as fingers moved to her pussy and clit, teasing her into a total state of abandon and thirst.
“I can’t wait to taste this delicious cream of yours, baby, but we have to spank you,” Dylan said. “You were a very naughty sub coming here unescorted by us.”
“I was bad, Master. Very bad,” she teased, needing his touch so terribly, even if that came from his open hand slapping against her ass.
“There she goes again, Cam,” Dylan said. “Trying to top us from the bottom.”
“I heard. We’ve got quite a job in front of us training our sub.”
“Yes, we do.”
A hand came down on her ass with two sharp whacks.
“Those are to remind you who is in charge of your pleasure. Understand?” Dylan asked.
Her body was vibrating with desire. “Yes, Master.”
Whack. Whack. Whack.
Every time the palm of his hand connected to her bottom, she felt warmth dripping from her pussy. Her clit was burning and her nipples were aching.
“Your turn, bro,” Dylan said to Cam.
“Yes, it is.” Cam’s lips feathered against her ear. “You will not lie to us again.”
Whack. Whack. Whack.
As his slaps to her ass continued to rain down on her flesh, She never felt so exposed, open, and in a state of dizzy submission.
“You are mine, baby. I’m in charge of your pleasure. I will make you feel things you never thought possible.”
Whack.
Tears pricked at her eyes, but she held them back. Her ass burned from his and Dylan’s spanking. Lines of heat spread everywhere in her body, but seemed to swirl even hotter in her pussy.
“Surrendering to Dylan and me will allow you to just feel. It will get you out of your doubt and fears. You’ll see.”
His dominance thrilled her. “Yes, Master.”
Before all that had happened the last several months, she’d thought her life was as good as it was going to get. Not great, but not horrible either. Then all the crazy stuff with the Russians had happened. She’d never expected that terrible event to lead her into the arms of the two men she loved with all her heart and would spend the rest of her life with.
Dylan removed her blindfold. She blinked several times, bringing him into focus.
“You did good, baby. But we’re not done yet.”
“Yes, Master.” It was funny how calling him and Cam that in this room seemed so right. She realized that was what BDSM was about, bringing lovers closer in trust. This was play, their play. They could do anything they desired as long as they were together. If they pushed too hard, she could stop it with a word. Not hard enough…well, she could…what had Dylan called it? Topping from the bottom. She could do that. Being naughty sometimes would be fun, especially if it ended at Phase Four in a room like this one. She belonged here with them.
“I want to feel your pretty lips on my cock,” Dylan told her as Cam removed her restraints from the St. Andrew’s Cross. “Would you like to taste my dick, baby?”