CHAPTER NINETEEN #2
He set the wand on a high, ceaseless buzz, and Charlotte jolted like she’d been struck by lightning.
Neil held the wand with one hand and worked the dildo with the other, pumping it hard.
He was so rough, I expected Charlotte to safe word.
Instead, she thrashed, her mouth frozen open in a silent scream.
The sound of the vibrator changed, a wet, sloppy noise as she squirted over both toys and Neil’s wrist.
As she’d been ordered, she never looked away. Never closed her eyes. She stared straight into my soul as another man made her come.
That was enough to force me over the edge a second, excruciating time, while El-Mudad practically wept from the overstimulation.
“Good girl,” Neil crooned against Charlotte’s ear. “Again.”
“One,” Sophie said in an uncharacteristically quiet, shaky voice. So, this was what she and El-Mudad were like in subspace: mindless, obedient, willing to work against their own bodies and create their own torment.
I could admire that, even while my cock prickled and burned everywhere my still-moving hand touched it.
Neil seemed intent on tormenting all of us endlessly, but he paid attention to Charlotte for what seemed like a very long time.
“Two,” Sophie said, and then, not long after, “three,” and “four.”
Charlotte was mindless, each breath a ragged cry, each release a struggle as she tried to avoid coming and sought the sensation at the same time.
“Oh, fuck,” El-Mudad shouted, and the bench juddered beneath us as his body jerked. The cum already coating us both had gone cold and sticky, and the hot wetness of his second ejaculation hit me in obscene contrast.
I couldn’t go a third time. I didn’t have it in me.
“Five,” Sophie said, her voice quavering with longing.
“Please, please no more!” Charlotte wailed, the muscles of her inner thighs quaking uncontrollably.
Neil pulled the vibrator away and took his hand off the base of the dildo, which was still buried inside her. He stroked her sweat-damp hair back from her forehead. “You’ve done such a good job. Let’s check in. How are you doing?”
Charlotte blinked at him. “I—”
“It’s all right. Outside of the game, how are you? Red would be stop, yellow would be pause, green would be continue. What level are you at?”
Her brow furrowed. “G-green? But I need a little break.”
“Of course you do.” He kissed her on the forehead, a total one-eighty from the persona he’d been inhabiting moments before, but still entirely in control of the situation. “Stay there. Catch your breath. Can I take this out?”
She nodded, and he slid the dildo gently from her body.
He climbed out of the bed and came to us. “And the two of you. Check in.”
“Green,” El-Mudad said, even though tears rolled down his face. “Green, Sir.”
“And you, Matthew?” The way Neil used my full name sounded like a threat and spiked my arousal even higher.
“Green.” I grimaced. “But fuck this. My cock is going to explode.”
“Well. We wouldn’t want that.” He returned to Charlotte and released her from the cuffs. “You two can stop jerking off now. But you’ve made a horrible mess. Charlotte, clean them off while I tend to Sophie.”
Charlotte stared at him in confusion.
“With your mouth,” he clarified.
Fuck. I’d thought my cock was going to get a break.
Neil handed Charlotte a pillow to kneel on and directed her over to us. She hesitated, until he gripped the back of her neck and forced her down.
“You’ve been such a good girl so far. It would be a shame to ruin it now.” The unspecified warning in his tone made me swallow hard.
To my shock, she started with El-Mudad. And not with his dick, but the long, shining trail down his chest. His breath hitched when her tongue touched his skin, and he groaned. She moved lower.
“Do you like that?” Neil asked, and I looked up. He had a cruel, lopsided smile on his face. “Do you like watching her lick another man’s cum off his chest?”
“Some of it is my cum, Sir,” I said, the words harsh around the edges from my parched throat.
“I’m sure it is. Look at you. You’re still leaking,” he said as he worked to loosen Sophie’s bonds.
He was right. The toys were still doing their work, forcing feeble dribbles from both my cock and El-Mudad’s. The pressure and pleasure from that alone would be enough to make me come again, though it was the last thing I wanted to do.
After tonight, I might swear off orgasms forever.
Charlotte reached El-Mudad’s dick and took the head of him into her mouth. It was a tight fit, trying to wedge herself between us, and her cheek brushed against my aching erection, smearing a swath of wet across her cheek with every rise and fall of her head.
“Tell Matthew how Charlotte’s mouth feels on your cock,” Neil said, unlocking Sophie’s cuffs.
“It’s too much, Sir,” El-Mudad panted.
“That good, is it?” Neil chuckled darkly. “Matthew, is she that good for you, or do you think she’s a bit more enthusiastic because it’s someone else?”
He was goading me. He wanted me to get angry. So he could punish me.
The clever bastard.
“Tell him how it feels,” Neil ordered El-Mudad again, punctuating every other word with a cold full-stop. But Charlotte gagged, and all El-Mudad could say was a long, drawn out, “fuck.”
Neil sighed in disappointment. “Repeat after me: Matthew, your girlfriend’s mouth feels better on my cock than it ever has on yours.”
“Matthew,” El-Mudad managed through his gasps, then swallowed hard. “Your girlfriend’s mouth feels better on my cock than it ever has on yours.”
“Are you going to come in her mouth?” Neil asked him.
El-Mudad winced; he was going to. It was inevitable, though I could see him fighting another climax.
“Tell him,” Neil said.
“Matthew, I’m going to come in your girlfriend’s mouth,” El-Mudad wailed.
“And you, Matthew. Hold Charlotte’s head while she goes down on another man. While she swallows every drop of cum he pumps down her throat.”
I placed both my hands, including the one bound to El-Mudad’s, on the back of Charlotte’s head as she bobbed her mouth up and down on him.
“Now, Sophie. You’ve been so neglected. So patient.” Neil stroked the backs of his fingers down the side of her face. “As soon as Charlotte is finished with El-Mudad, I think you get to ride Matthew’s cock until you’ve come as many times as I like.”
My already engorged dick throbbed painfully, but fuck, did I want to be balls deep in Neil’s wife.
Not just for the revenge of it, but she was ridiculously hot.
I wished it could have been under different circumstances—when I wasn’t already so sensitive that I would rather have cut my dick off than have anyone touch it ever again—but beggars couldn’t be choosers.
“I’m going to come, Sir,” El-Mudad cried out.
“Hold her head down, Matthew,” Neil instructed. “Choke her on my husband’s cock.”
I did and was rewarded with Charlotte’s sputtering gasp. Drool and cum ran out of her mouth, coating both El-Mudad and I and puddling on the bench between us. She pushed up and I released her. She sat back, coughing and gasping for air, her hair sticking to her face.
Neil came over to help her to her feet. “Good girl,” he praised her, cupping her chin and leaning down. He gave her a long, thorough kiss that made her moan, made her knees buckle, and all I could think of was how he could taste El-Mudad on her mouth.
Neil worked quickly to free his husband and me from our bonds, but he didn’t remove the toys. When El-Mudad stood up, he said, “Yellow. I’m finished, but I’d still like to watch the rest.”
Neil kissed his forehead. “Would you like help with—”
“No, but… give me the remote?” El-Mudad asked and took it gratefully. Once I was freed from the bench, El-Mudad sat back down, and clicked the remote a few times.
So, he wasn’t as “finished” as he’d claimed.
“Matthew,” Neil said, tilting his head to study me. “Would you consider yourself finished?”
Fuck. My cock was raw with overstimulation, and throbbing from the cock ring. But God, I wanted to be inside Neil’s wife, with her long, dark hair, ballerina legs, and perfect ass. I wanted to even the score a little bit.
Which had likely been Neil’s plan all along; get me worked up and jealous with his talk about Charlotte, so I would give Sophie a punishing fuck in return.
“I’m fine, Sir,” I said, while my body screamed at me, we are not fine!
“Get on the bed, then,” Neil ordered. “Why don’t you lie down right across it?”
I did as he instructed, and Sophie waited beside me, her entire body tense with longing. She still hadn’t come, and was visibly desperate, with glazed eyes and a slack, wet mouth. She looked like she wanted to devour me, and the only thing holding her back was the word of her Dom.
“Well, Sophie?” Neil prompted. “You wanted to come. The only way I’ll allow that is if you do it on his cock.”
She threw her leg over me, and I hissed at the first touch of her wet pussy against my tip. With a loud moan, she slid down my length, inner muscles gripping me tight.
“Now, Charlotte, we’ve done this before,” Neil said, taking her by the hand and leading her to the end of the bed. “Shall I be a little rough?”
“Yes, please, Sir,” she whispered, swaying on her feet.
He bent her over so that her face was inches from mine and unzipped his fly. “Tell him what’s happening, Charlotte. So he doesn’t miss a single detail.”
“He’s… He’s pushing his cock into me—” Her words cut off on a startled yelp as he thrust his hips forward.
Neil pressed a hand to the small of her back. The other gripped her hip. “Did that hurt?”
“Y-yes, Sir.” Tears rose in her eyes, and I almost called off the whole thing. It was different when I was in charge. When I was the one making her cry.
But he asked, “Are you going to beg for mercy?”
She shook her head, looked me straight in the eye, and said, “No, I liked it, Sir.”
“Good, because I’ll be doing it again.” To illustrate his point, he withdrew and slammed forward again, forcing another shocked cry from her throat.
“Matthew, be a good boy and hand me that vibrator, would you?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir,” I ground out, groping for the wand vibrator in the bed. Sophie was no help; she twisted and rocked on my dick like I was a toy she could use to get off. Her head was tossed back, and I realized she was watching us—or maybe Neil and Charlotte—in the mirror overhead.
I watched, too, my eyes trained on their reflection as Neil’s huge cock stroked in and out of my girlfriend. He took the vibrator from me and worked it beneath her, trapping it against her clit. I heard the thrum of the vibrations through the mattress, and she reared up, shouting in distress.
She had been tormented just like I had, like I was still being tormented by the relentless work of the toy pressing against my prostate. By the time we were finished, I would be completely drained. There was no chance that I wouldn’t come again, locked in the tight grip of Sophie’s exquisite cunt.
“Tell him what you’re feeling, Charlotte,” Neil reminded her.
“It’s big,” she gasped out. “It’s too big.”
“And you’re taking it so well,” he praised her. “Keep talking.”
“The vibrator is… ah!” She arched up, but he held her pelvis down, not allowing her to escape.
“Are you going to come?” Neil asked, leaning down and licking a path up her spine. “Tell him. Tell him that my big cock is going to make you come.”
“His big… oh fuck—” she shuddered with another orgasm. I’d lost count of how many she’d had already. I was certain she had, as well.
Neil took a deep breath and exhaled through his mouth. The tendons in his neck stood out. Still, he sounded remarkably poised when he said, “I’m going to come in your girlfriend’s cunt, Matthew. And she’s going to look you in the eye and tell you exactly how it feels.”
The fact the Charlotte could even raise her head to respond was impressive enough, considering the wand was still buzzing away.
Neil jerked his hips forward two more times, and Charlotte’s eyes widened.
She gasped out, “He’s coming! Oh fuck, I can feel him coming inside me!
” before all that she could manage was a high, thin scream of torturous bliss as she came again.
Sophie squeezed harder around me, rubbing her clit furiously with her fingertips. Her body bowed backward, every muscle drawn tight, and she exploded with the guttural cry of someone too-long denied their release.
“Lovely,” Neil told her. “Now, five more.”
“Five!” I gasped, in unison with Sophie, and I overlapped her “Red!” with “Mercy!”
With a smirk of unabashed self-satisfaction, Neil pulled out of Charlotte, wiped his hand on the duvet, and stood back to admire the mess he’d made of all of us.
“I dare say,” he said with a dark chuckle, “that might have been my best work yet.”