Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Lex
The sight of her stripped down to her underwear, kneeling in perfect presentation position, nearly broke what little control I had left. Days of watching her suffer, of denying her, of building this moment had come to this moment. And now she was offering herself to us completely.
Her thighs were spread, hands resting palms-up on them, head tilted back, eyes cast down in perfect submission. The black lace of her bra and panties contrasted beautifully against her skin, and I could see she was already trembling.
“Fuck,” Majesty breathed. “Look at her.”
I couldn’t look away if I tried. “Cami, eyes up.”
She lifted her gaze to meet mine, and the need there was staggering. But underneath it, I saw trust. Complete, unwavering trust.
“Color?” I asked, my voice rougher than I intended.
“Green, Sir.”
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now?” I moved closer, circling her slowly. “Offering yourself to us like this. Trusting us with this gift.”
“You’ve earned it,” Majesty added, moving to stand beside me. “Never breaking. Never backing down. You’ve been perfect.”
“I tried,” she whispered.
“No.” I crouched in front of her, forcing her to look at me. “You didn’t try. You succeeded. And now we’re going to reward you for it.”
I stood and started unbuttoning my shirt, watching her eyes track the movement.
“But make no mistake, Cami. What happens next isn’t going to be gentle.
We’re not going to take it easy on you. We’re going to take you apart, piece by piece, until there’s nothing left but pure sensation.
Until you’re so thoroughly ours that you’ll feel us for days. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Say it,” Majesty commanded. “Tell us what you want.”
“I want you both to take me. Use me. Make me yours.” Her voice grew stronger with each word. “I want to feel you both at the same time. I want it rough and everything you’ve been holding back.”
“Good girl.” I stripped off my shirt completely, then moved to unfasten my belt. The sound of leather sliding through loops made her breath hitch. “Majesty, get the supplies from the closet. The rope, the restraints, everything.”
I watched understanding dawn in Cami’s eyes. Not just sex. A scene. A full claiming.
“Rest,” I instructed.
She did and I immediately moved behind her, my chest against her back. My hands slid around to cup her breasts through the lace, and she gasped.
“This stays on for now.” I squeezed firmly. “I want us to unwrap you together.”
Majesty returned with a black bag, setting it on the bed. “What’s your safe word, baby?”
“Red to stop, yellow to slow down, green to continue.”
“And if your mouth is occupied?” I asked, my fingers finding her nipples through the fabric and pinching.
“I drop something you’ve given me to hold, or I tap three times rapidly.” She hissed and then relaxed into me.
“Perfect.” I released her and stepped back. “On the bed. On your back.”
She moved quickly, eager, and I exchanged a look with Majesty. We’d discussed this. Planned it. But seeing her actually here, willing and desperate, made it real in a way nothing else could.
After stroking his hands down her arms, Majesty removed her bra before stating, “Arms above your head,” as he pulled rope from the bag.
She complied immediately, and he began wrapping her wrists with practiced efficiency. The black rope contrasted beautifully against her skin as he bound her to the headboard, checking the tension carefully.
“Too tight?” he asked.
“No, Sir. Perfect.”
I moved to the foot of the bed, running my hands up her calves. “Spread your legs wider.”
She did, and I could see the wet spot already forming on her panties. She was soaked.
“So eager.” I traced one finger up her inner thigh, stopping just short of where she needed me. “Tell me, Cami. How many times did you almost break? Almost touch yourself?”
“Too many to count, Sir.”
“But you didn’t.” Majesty settled beside her on the bed, his hand sliding across her stomach. “Even when it hurt and you were desperate. You waited for us.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“That kind of obedience deserves to be rewarded.” I hooked my fingers in the sides of her panties and slowly pulled them down, exposing her completely. “Fuck, look at how wet you are.”
“That’s all for us,” Majesty said, his fingers trailing between her breasts. “She’s dripping.”
I spread her legs wider, positioning myself between them. “I’m going to taste you now. And you’re not allowed to come until we say. Understood?”
“But I’m so close already.”
Cami sounded unsure, but I needed her to trust that I had her. “I know.” I leaned in, my breath ghosting over her wet flesh. “That’s what makes it fun.”
I licked a long stripe up her center, and she cried out, her hips bucking against the restraints. She was sensitive. So fucking sensitive that every touch made her shake.
“Hold still,” I commanded, gripping her thighs firmly. “If you move again, I’ll stop.”
She whimpered but forced her body to still. I rewarded her with another long lick, then focused on her clit, circling it with my tongue.
Above her, Majesty was working her breasts with his hands and mouth. Pinching, sucking, biting just hard enough to make her gasp.
“Please,” she begged. “I need to come. Please let me come.”
“No.” I pulled back slightly. “You come when we say. Not before.”
I returned to my task, bringing her right to the edge with my tongue before pulling back. Over and over. Each time she got close, I stopped.
“Lex, please. I can’t. I can’t take anymore.”
“Yes, you can.” I slid two fingers inside her, and she was so wet they slipped in easily. “You’re going to take everything we give you. Aren’t you, Cami?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I curved my fingers, finding that spot inside her that made her see stars, and worked it ruthlessly while my tongue returned to her clit.
“She’s close,” Majesty observed, his hand wrapping around her throat gently. Not squeezing, just resting there. A reminder of his presence. “I can feel her pulse racing.”
“Don’t you dare come,” I warned against her flesh.
I felt her fighting it, felt her whole body tensing as she tried to hold back the orgasm building inside her. I pushed her harder, my fingers moving faster, my tongue more insistent.
“Please,” she sobbed. “Please, I can’t hold it. Please let me come.”
I looked up at Majesty. He nodded.
“Come,” we said in unison.
She shattered. Her whole body convulsed, her scream echoing off the walls as the orgasm tore through her. I didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, just worked her through it until she was boneless and gasping.
“That’s one,” Majesty said, releasing her throat and kissing her deeply. “We’re just getting started.”
I pulled my fingers out of her and brought them to her mouth. “Taste yourself.”
She opened immediately, sucking my fingers clean, and the sight of it made my dick throb painfully in my pants.
“Good girl.” I stood and stripped off the rest of my clothes. Majesty did the same, and I watched her eyes widen as she took us both in.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” I said, moving back to the bed. “Majesty is going to fuck you. And while he does, I’m going to use your mouth. You’re going to take both of us. Color?”
“Green, Sir. Please...”
Majesty positioned himself between her legs, running the head of his cock through her wetness. “So fucking perfect and ready for us.”
He pushed inside slowly, and I watched her face as she stretched around him. Her mouth fell open, her eyes rolling back.
“Too much?” he asked, stilling.
“No. More. Please, more.”
He gave it to her, pushing deeper until he was fully seated. “Fuck, she’s tight.”
I moved to kneel beside her head. “Open your mouth, Cami.”
She did, and I guided my dick past her lips. The wet heat of her mouth made me groan.
“That’s it. Take me deeper.”
She hollowed her cheeks and sucked, and I had to fight not to thrust. Not yet. She needed to adjust first.
Majesty started moving, slow deep strokes that made her moan around my cock. The vibrations felt incredible.
“Harder,” she managed when I pulled out to let her breathe.
“You want it harder?” Majesty asked, his hands gripping her hips. “You want us to fuck you like we mean it?”
“Yes, Sir. Please.”
“Then you better hold on.” He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, making her cry out.
I pushed back into her mouth, deeper this time, and she took me willingly. Majesty set a punishing pace, and I matched it with my thrusts into her mouth.
She was overwhelmed, I could see it. Taking both of us, bound and helpless, completely at our mercy. And she was fucking glowing with it.
“Look at her,” Majesty grunted. “Taking us both so perfectly. Made for this. Made for us.”
I felt her moan again, felt her trying to move her hips to meet his thrusts despite the restraints.
“She’s close again,” I said, reading her body. “Greedy little thing.”
“Not yet,” Majesty said, slowing his pace.
She whimpered in protest around my cock.
I pulled out of her mouth completely. “Color?”
“Green,” she panted. “Please don’t stop. Please.”
“We’re not stopping.” I moved to switch positions with Majesty. “But now you’re going to ride me while Majesty uses your mouth. Think you can do that, baby?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Majesty pulled out of her, and I could see her body already missing the fullness. He untied her wrists, and I lay down on the bed, pulling her on top of me.
“Sink down on my dick,” I instructed. “Take your time.”
She positioned herself and lowered slowly, and I gritted my teeth at how good she felt. Hot and wet and absolutely perfect.
“All the way down,” I commanded when she hesitated. “Take all of me.”
She did, crying out as I filled her completely. “Oh god.”
“No god here,” I said, gripping her hips. “Just us. Now move.”
She started riding me, her movements unsteady at first but gaining confidence. I watched her breasts bounce with each movement, watched the pleasure play across her face.
Majesty moved to stand beside us, his dick level with her mouth. “Open.”
She did, and he pushed inside, his hand tangling in her hair.
“Fuck, that mouth,” he groaned. “So good, baby. So fucking good.”
I thrust up into her as she moved down, creating a rhythm that had all three of us groaning. She was taking both of us again, and this time she had more control, more ability to participate.
“Touch yourself,” I commanded. “Rub your clit while you ride me.”
Her hand moved between her legs immediately, and I felt her clench around me when she made contact.
“That’s it. Make yourself feel good while we use you.”
She was moaning constantly now, the sounds muffled by Majesty’s dick. Her movements were becoming erratic, desperate.
“She’s going to come,” Majesty moaned as she worked him over.
“Not yet.” I gripped her hips harder, controlling her movements. “You hold it until we say. Until we’re ready to fill you up and mark you as ours. Understood?”
She nodded frantically around Majesty’s dick.
“Good girl.” I increased the pace, fucking her harder. “Because we’re close. So fucking close.”
Majesty’s hand tightened in her hair. “I’m going to come down your throat. And you’re going to swallow every drop. Aren’t you, baby?”
Another frantic nod.
I felt my orgasm building, felt it coiling at the base of my spine. “Cami, come now.”
She exploded around me, her whole body seizing as the orgasm ripped through her. I followed immediately, coming deep inside her with a groan. Above us, Majesty came too, and I watched her throat work as she swallowed.
We stayed like that for a moment, all three of us breathing hard, connected.
Then Majesty pulled out gently, stroking her hair. “Such a good girl. You took us both so well.”
I lifted her off me carefully, gathering her against my chest as Majesty moved to her other side. She was shaking, tears streaming down her face, completely undone.
“We’ve got you,” I murmured, holding her tight. “You’re safe. You’re ours. We’ve got you.”
Majesty grabbed a soft blanket and draped it over all three of us, then began running his hands over her arms and legs, grounding her.
“Come back to us, baby,” he said softly. “Deep breaths. You’re okay.”
Slowly, the shaking subsided. Her breathing evened out. She burrowed deeper between us, seeking more contact.
“How do you feel?” I asked, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“Like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be,” she whispered.
Majesty chuckled. “Good. Because you’re not leaving this bed for a while. We’re going to hold you and take care of you until you’re ready for round two.”
Her eyes widened. “Round two?”
“Baby,” I said, tilting her face up to look at me. “We’ve been waiting days for this. We’re nowhere near done with you yet.”
The smile that spread across her face was pure joy. “Good. Because I’m nowhere near done with you either.”
And she wasn’t. We took her twice more that night, each time pushing her further, claiming her more completely. And each time, she rose to meet us, gave us everything we asked for and more.
By the time we finally let her sleep, tangled between us in the early hours of morning, there was no question whom she belonged to.