Possessed by Passion (Doms of Destiny, Colorado 9)

Dustin knelt down and drank from her pussy like a man dying of thirst. “Sweet cream. Give me all of it, sub.”

When his tongue tapped against her clit, it sent her into a euphoric frame of mind she’d never experienced before, causing her to scream again. This is where I belong. With them. Always.

Mick removed the clamps from her nipples, and she could feel the blood rushing into her buds. “So beautiful.”

When he kissed her breasts tenderly, she found it difficult to breathe. Oh my God, how much more can I stand?

Her masters removed her restraints and led her to the bench. Thankfully, they held her close because her legs were so weak she wasn’t sure she could stand on her own yet.

Together, they lifted her off the floor and placed her facedown on the gold leather bench. After they locked her in place again, Mick began applying lubricant to her anus.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Dustin holding a butt plug.

“Take a deep breath, baby.” Mick’s tone helped her to relax more.

Completely lost to her submissive nature, she instantly obeyed.

“Now, let it out nice and slow until your lungs are completely empty.”

When the last ounce of oxygen escaped her lips, Dustin stretched her ass with the toy. She gasped as the sting softened instantly and what remained inside her was a want for more.

Each of her Doms pulled out a paddle from their own bags. Dustin’s was solid red, while Mick’s was black, reminiscent of their favorite colors on her.

“It’s been a long time since we spanked our sub, Mick.”

“I’m sure she’s been a very bad girl, bro, and we just haven’t caught her.”

“Always the little sneaky one.” Dustin laughed. “Do you think she’s tough enough for this?”

“I don’t know. Maybe we should start light.”

She knew they were teasing, but their words made her more determined to prove to them she was more than ready for whatever they had in mind.

“Sub, you think you can handle a couple of whacks from both our paddles.”

“Yes, Master. Fire.”

He ran his hand over her ass. “Damn, this ass is going to look so gorgeous in pink.”

Without another word, he landed his red paddle on the middle of her ass, causing the butt plug to shift inside her and generating tiny tingles from where the paddle landed.

“I know you can do better than that, Master. I’ve been a really bad girl.”

“Listen to our bratty sub, Mick. She’s hungry for more.” He tugged on her hair. “You’re not in control here, baby. We are. Don’t forget that.”

The next slap of his paddle to her ass was much harder, giving her just what she wanted. She chewed on her lower lip as the pressure began to rise and her pussy got wet once again.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

The stings Dustin gave her sent her into that dreamy state she loved so much. Every thought was pure pleasure and soft around the edges. Even her vision was deliciously blurry.

“Are you going to be good, sub?” Dustin asked.

“No, Sir. I just can’t. I want more. I need more.”

“Mick, what shall we do with her? She’s beautifully rotten.”

“Let me at that gorgeous ass, bro.”