Stormy Satisfaction (Doms of Destiny, Colorado 11)

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.

Sylas ran the tip of his crop up and down her back. “What state are you in, sub?”

“Molten, Master. Molten Lava Cake.”

“When I count to three, I want you to grab your ankles. Master Nic is going to place his hands on your back so you don’t fall when I let my crop take a bite from your sweet ass. Do you understand, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Master. I understand.”

“One. Two. Three.”

She bent over and wrapped her hands around her ankles. She could feel Nic’s hands on her back, which shot up her desire. From this position, she was able to see the people watching them, though they appeared upside down. Of course, they weren’t. She was.

Sylas ran the tip of the crop up her leg, in between her cheeks, and then flicked her ass with it. The sting that followed felt deliciously electric. Five more bites from its leather tongue landed on her cheeks, one right after another. When he began massaging her ass and rubbing her pussy, she moaned with delight. Wonderful subspace was within her reach.

He and Nic switched positions—Sylas’s hand on her back and Nic caressing her ass. The slaps from Nic’s paddle were different from Sylas’s crop, more blunt and brutal, though just as sensual and overwhelming.

When Nic swung his paddle for the final slap, Ashley slipped into the warm, fuzzy, mysterious place that there were no words in any language that could describe it fully.

Sylas lifted her into his arms and carried her to the modified BDSM bench in the center of the stage. The leather of the bench felt cool against her ass.

Sylas and Nic placed her wrists and ankles in cuffs and attached them to the bench, restraining her spread-eagle.

“Nic, let’s spin our sub around so that everyone can see this beautiful pussy.” Since Sylas’s first Dom lesson, he never stopped calling her pussy “beautiful.”

She’d always found it odd. Pussies weren’t pretty. But in the state I am feeling now, I believe him.

Hearing the applause, she smiled. My pussy is beautiful.

Nic held a violet wand in front of her eyes. “I know you like this, baby.”

“Yes. Yes. Yes.”

He grinned and brought the tip to one of her nipples. The spark that entered her flesh through her bud shot from her breast and all the way down to her pussy, which was dampening. The sensation that followed reminded her of a small orgasm.

As Nic continued doting her with electric kisses, Sylas pressed a vibrator to her clit.

She moaned uncontrollably.

Then she felt Sylas applying lubricant to her ass.

“What state are you in, baby?” Nic demanded.

“Molt Cake” was all she could get out.

He grinned. “I’ve got to have some of this sweet cream.” Without another word, he began licking her pussy.

The crowd cheered and remarkably that got her even hotter.

She felt Sylas remove her restraints from her ankles. He lifted her legs with one hand.

“Take a deep breath for me, baby,” he commanded. “I’m going to plug this gorgeous ass with this toy.” He held it up high for her to see.

“Yes, Master.” The butt plug was red, like the skirt and bustier she’d worn tonight.

“Now, let it out nice and slow.”

She obeyed, willing her body to relax to accept the toy. When the last ounce of breath left her mouth, she felt him push the plug into her ass. The stretch was overwhelming, causing her to hold her breath. When the toy was all the way in her ass, her desire for more multiplied and she couldn’t stop panting. She wanted her Doms inside her, needed them inside her. Just like Nic and Sylas had wanted to show her off, she wanted everyone in the club to see how great they were.