Chapter Twelve #3
The sensation grows, the spanking becoming more deliberate, more focused, building, reaching a crescendo where I know I have to stop it. It’s too much. I open my mouth, only to hear Ewan’s voice.
“Enough.”
The onslaught stops. The sound of silicone slapping against flesh dies, and the only sound in the room is that of my frenzied sobs as I cling to my lifeline, the bedpost. Ewan prises my stiff fingers apart and helps me to straighten before lifting me onto the bed.
He lays me on my side, then crouches beside it to kiss me.
I reach for him, my palm caressing his cheek where a light sprinkle of stubble is just becoming evident.
“I didn’t say you should stop.”
“You were about to.”
“How do you always know?” At times he seems to be right inside my head, knowing what I’m thinking even before I do.
Ewan smiles. “He taught me well.” He nods in the direction of David, who is laying both discarded paddles on the top of the chest.
I close my eyes. “He did. He surely did.”
* * *
“Okay, that’s the warm-up out of the way. Would you agree your appetite’s nicely whetted, girl?”
I’m lying across the bed as Ewan massages my still tender nipples.
My bum is pleasantly sore too, but as long as I remain still that’s fine.
Ewan is stretched out next to me, still fully dressed.
David is out of my line of sight, though I am aware of his movements behind me—the rustle of fabric, the soft sweep of clothes hitting the floor. He is undressing.
Ewan leans over to kiss me, his lips warm across mine.
The kiss is deep, possessing, Ewan’s tongue exploring every space, tasting me.
He rolls onto his back, dragging me over on top of him.
Now I become the aggressor, though I know this won’t last. For a few moments though I can comb my fingers through his hair, angle my mouth over his.
Our tongues tangle together in a crazy, slick dance.
My breasts are pressing against the smooth fabric of his T shirt. My legs, still clad in sheer stockings held up by a garter belt, slide across his denims as I straddle him. The bed dips as David re-joins us.
Ewan breaks the kiss, smoothing my tangled hair from my face. “I need to get undressed, love. David’ll take care of you.”
Before I can ask what he means, he lifts me bodily from him and passes me across the bed. I find myself in David’s arms, the older dom’s lips nuzzling my neck, his hands caressing my sore bottom.
“Is this okay, Charity? Where would you like me to touch you?”
“Everywhere.” I glance across at Ewan, seeking belated permission. He’s the one issuing the instructions here, not me.
His expression reassures me. Here, in this room, now, I belong to both doms. Not equally, that’s been made clear. But David does get to touch me, and I do get to like it.
I’m draped across him, and for an older man he’s in remarkable shape.
His chest may not be as solid as Ewan’s, but he’s firm, lean, his muscles are finely honed.
His fingers are gentle on my bottom, his touch knowing.
The pain is fairly evenly distributed, but there are spots where the pain is more severe.
David finds those spots, traces the pattern left by the welts.
I turn my head to catch sight of my reflection in the mirrored wall.
My bum is glowing, bright crimson. David’s fingertips leave white trails across my cheeks, which disappear almost immediately.
I can just see the finger grip of the butt plug emerging from between my buttocks.
It’s a bright purple colour, clashing with the hue of my beaten skin in a bizarre psychedelic contrast. Yellow would have been a better match.
The useless, irrelevant thought flutters away.
I bury my nose against David’s shoulder, and I purr.
“You sound content.” Ewan re-joins us on the bed, naked now. He lies next to us and reaches for my cheek. I turn my head to kiss his palm.
“I am. Very. Thank you, sir. Sirs.”
“Well, I’m sorry to disturb you, but you have work to do.” He hands me two condoms, still in their foil. “Safety first, girl. Would you do the honours, please?”
With some reluctance I push myself onto my knees. I snap the first packet and unroll the latex over Ewan’s solid length. Then I turn to David and repeat the exercise.
“Nice work. Now, turn around and show us your arse. David, would you remove the plug, please?”
“Sure.”
Past modesty, beyond any shred of embarrassment now I turn and present my bottom for David to take hold of the finger grip and tug the plug from my body.
I even manage to relax my sphincter to allow it to pass without any real effort on his part.
I tense up though as two fingers sink deep into the vacant space, only settling again when I hear Ewan’s soft murmur.
“Okay, love. It’s me. Just a little more lube needed, I think. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Ah, that’s okay then.
He’s quick and business-like now, and finishes his preparations without further delay. His fingers slide from me, the slick oil he’s using now coating my arse and oozing from my hole in readiness. I can feel it trickling across the sensitive lower curves of my bottom.
“Turn around, please, and straddle David.”
Trance-like, consumed by a heady haze of lust, submissive to my very core, I do as he tells me.
David’s hands are strong, steady as he manoeuvres my hips into position above his waiting cock.
He reaches down to guide the head of his erection into my entrance, then looks up at me poised above him.
He winks as he draws me slowly down onto his wide shaft.
“Oh. Oh, sir…” I moan as his girth fills me, stretching me.
He’s as big as Ewan; I saw that when I dealt with the condoms. If I didn’t know better I’d say he actually feels bigger, but I know that’s just the angle.
Whatever, I’m trembling as my bottom finally comes to rest on his upper thighs and he is seated fully inside me.
“Wriggle around. Let yourself get used to how that feels.” Ewan’s voice, from behind me. I obey, naturally.
Waves of sensation threaten to overwhelm me as I rub against David. The friction inside is incredible, intense. My clit is throbbing. I struggle to resist the urge to reach down and stroke myself, because I know Ewan won’t stand for that. He’s in control here, orchestrating everything.
David manages to remain still, allowing me to adjust and make myself comfortable. I squeeze him, and he smiles.
“That’s nice, love. I’m guessing you’re happy then?”
I nod.
“Okay. So we need you to lean forward against me, and lift your bottom as high as you can but without separating from me. You’ll ease yourself up, almost completely off me, but I’ll make sure my cock stays in you. Just raise your bum up for Ewan now.”
I lean over, pressing my breasts against his chest. I turn my head to lay my cheek on his shoulder.
“That’s good. Turn to face me though. I want to be able to see how you’re doing, and hear anything you say.”
Ah, yes. Safe words. I duly obey.
Ewan’s hands on my hips raise my bum a little higher, while David shifts his position slightly to maintain the connection between us.
I know that they are managing all of this now, all I need do is allow my body to go limp and they’ll do the rest. I’m remarkably comfortable at that prospect, relishing my helplessness at this moment.
I’m in their hands, and I trust them completely.
Ewan parts my buttocks, and the head of his cock enters my arse. It’s easy, I’m well prepared, slick, lubricated, and utterly relaxed. No force is required.
Ewan shifts a little, and presses forward. More of his cock slides inside my rear hole, and now it does hurt. I was already full, this feels impossible. I let out a small sound, fear rather than real pain. David hears me and lifts his hand. Ewan stops.
“Okay, love. We’ll hold it there for a moment.
Breathe in. Now out. Again…” David’s soft, soothing tones have the desired effect.
I know both doms are looking out for me, intent on my feelings, my response.
They know what they’re doing, and nothing horrible is going to happen to me. I’m in safe hands.
“It’s okay. I’m fine. Thank you.”
I catch David’s almost imperceptible nod, and Ewan resumes the pressure.
He pushes again, easing a little more of his cock into me, an inch, then two.
He pauses, waits for a few moments, then starts again.
This time I let out a long, satisfied moan as my arse opens to accept the entire length of him and he’s seated within me right to the root.
David thrusts upwards, at the same time re-angling me so that I am sandwiched between them, both my holes filled.
Oh. My. Good. God.
I’ve actually done it. They have actually done it. Two cocks inside me at the same time. Incredible.
“Well done, sweetheart. You managed that beautifully. Are you okay?”
Ewan lifts my hair to murmur in my ear. I open my eyes to look at him, his face etched with caring and concern.
There’s lust too, arousal of course, but all that is overshadowed by his determination to establish that all is well with me.
My heart turns over as I smile back at him. I have no words, so I blow him a kiss.
His answering smile is dazzling. He glances up at David, gives a brief nod.
“That’s good. So now, baby, we fuck you.”