Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
My eyes flutter open just as Master Erek is coming inside me, his hips moving in sharp jabs.
Behind me Master Séverin is fucking my ass in long strokes, plunging deep.
My body is nearly vibrating with pleasure, with the depth of their thrusts.
And as Master Erek groans, Master Séverin reaches around me to pinch my clit.
“Ah!” I cry out, pleasure like a knife, cutting deep, and I am barely hanging on.
“Come with me, Girl,” he growls in my ear. “Now.”
I let go, my body shaking as my climax rolls through me like thunder, both of them still thrusting hard and fast. The permission to come is nearly as powerful as the sensation itself.
And we are nothing but three panting breaths, a room full of groans and orgasms, the scent of come sharp in the air.
I come so hard and for so long, I am finally left whimpering, unable to stop coming, unable to keep quiet.
It begins to taper off, then it’s Master Erek rubbing my clit in vicious circles.
“Again,” he commands.
I climax once more, my body shivering in the chains, in their strong arms, and I scream my ecstasy.
“Ahhhhhh!”
He pulls his softening cock from me, then fucks me with his hand while Master Séverin’s cock is still deep in my ass. Through the thin wall between my vagina and my ass, Master Erek massages Master Séverin’s dick, and it grows hard again.
Another climax builds inside me, coiling like a serpent in wait, Master Séverin’s cock growing harder and harder inside my ass as Master Erek continues to rub him through my flesh.
They lean over my shoulder to kiss each other, and I press my cheek against one of theirs—I can’t even tell whose right now.
Doesn’t matter. All that matters is this sensation building inside of me, Master Séverin’s panting breath, the pulsing of his long cock.
And soon he is thrusting hard once more, then coming, shooting his hot jizz into my ass.
Need to come, need to come.
“Yes, now,” Master Erek demands. “Come, pretty Girl.”
I do, coming so damn hard again, my legs trembling, flashes of light going off behind my eyes.
“God forgive me, but I love you both,” I mutter, unable to stop myself.
“Yes, yes,” Master Séverin murmurs in my ear as he keeps fucking my ass with his half-soft cock, groaning and shuddering, his arms wrapping tightly around my shoulders.
They both pull out of me. Master Erek moves behind me, and I hear them getting on the bed together, hear them murmuring to each other as I shiver in my chains, hanging nearly limp in the soft leather cuffs holding me up.
I am in some orgasm-induced dream state, nearly nodding off, when Master Erek starts to remove the chains.
When he takes one of my weighted clamps off, the pain of the blood rushing back into my nipple is excruciating, and I suck air in through my teeth.
He chuckles as he pinches the poor, tortured flesh, and I hate it and love it so much, a giggle escapes me.
“Ah, is that funny, Girl? I think I like your laughter almost as much as your tears.”
From somewhere behind me Master Séverin lets out a low, sharp chuckle. Then he says, “Do it again, my love.”
Master Erek leans in close and bites my cheek, which I am discovering is perhaps a form of affection from him. Then he takes the other clamp in his fingers, and grinning at me, he gives it a squeeze, making me yelp.
“Ah!”
Another chuckle from him before he whips the clamp off, the sharp teeth of it scraping my poor, swollen nipple. Then the sharp, evil burning pain as the area fills with blood, and I shift from foot to foot. I can’t help it.
The two of them are laughing out loud, so pleased with themselves, and, I think, pleased with me. And for some reason I can’t understand, this makes me cry.
“Aw, again with the tears. Yes, my Girl. Cry for me. Cry for us,” Master Erek tells me, pinching my nipple and causing the pain to spiral.
“Mmm…”
“No, Girl. I want you to tell me. Does it hurt? Say it.”
“Yes, Master. It hurts so…exquisitely.”
“Ah, I do love that,” he says. “Don’t you, Sev, my love?’
“I have to admit, it makes me happy, if only because it makes you so giddy with pleasure, Erek,” he says, humor in his voice. “Why don’t you bring her to me and let her lie with us? I want to watch her cry as I rest.”
Master Erek takes me out of the cuffs and helps me onto the bed, laying me on my back with my head resting on the pillows next to Master Séverin’s.
Then he lies down on my other side and plays with one of my sore nipples, and in a few moments, Master Séverin plays with the other one.
They brush them, making them go hard, making my cunt sopping wet, then they pinch and squeeze, and Master Séverin sits up on one elbow so he can lean over and take my swollen nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting, driving me mad with pleasure.
Master Erek slides a hand down over my belly and into my folds. “She’s so damn wet. Tell us, Girl. Have you ever come simply from nipple play?”
“Yes, Master,” I answer, my cunt giving a sharp squeeze of need.
“Let us see how many times we can make you come. Don’t ask permission, Mina; just do it.”
I don’t have time to wonder at him calling me by my name before his fingers slide inside me, then immediately pull out, and it would have left me feeling bereft, except that Master Séverin is still sucking on my nipple.
Pleasure swarms my system, one warm, lovely wave after another, then sharper as Erek bites down on my other nipple, and I am in heaven. I am in pain. I am in love.
My climax approaches, and I have to struggle not to fight it off, as I usually must. Instead, I silently order my body to relax, to let it simply happen.
And it does, in some strange way, as if my body has filled with liquid, as if I am bathed in heat and pleasure, the pain from their teeth simply another layer of sensation, urging me on.
I shiver as I come, moaning softly.
“Again,” Master Séverin orders before going back to sucking my nipple into his hot, wet mouth.
This time Master Erek twists and pinches and pulls my other nipple, and desire is like a knife, stabbing deep into my system with every excruciating pinch.
Yes.
“Come for us, darling,” he says quietly.
And obedient Girl that I am, I come for them, my pussy clenching, then gushing a little as I ride out the waves trembling through me.
His hand slips over my inner thigh, and he laughs. “Ah, she squirted,” he tells Master Séverin.
“Let’s make her do it again.”
Master Séverin attacks both nipples, sucking, licking, pinching, teasing, and pleasure is sharp and lovely. Undeniable. I try to ride the wave, but they don’t let me.
“Come for us, darling,” Master Erek demands, and I do.
It’s no less a shock, this orgasm after so many others.
I groan as my body convulses with the power of it.
Or maybe with the power of Master Erek’s voice drawing my climax from me, with the knowledge that I’m helpless against it.
Against them. And God, I fucking love it.
Love the overload. Love their utter command over me.
Love that edge of worry and wonder about Master Séverin that lurks beneath every sensation.
I love that every single thing about this moment is utterly twisted.
When I stop shaking, I am overcome with the power of their command. With not only the power these two Master wield over my body, but somehow, my heart. It’s all the same right now.
“Again,” Master Séverin says, and there is something in his voice, some edge of the pain I see in his eyes.
I don’t understand it, but it brings out a need in me to please him that’s very different than anything I’ve felt with any Master or Mistress before.
But I’m thinking too much again.
I force my body to focus on him torturing my nipples with his hands and his mouth. I come for him, my orgasm hard and jolting, and as Master Erek bends to suck hard on one nipple, I can’t seem to stop.
“Oh! Ohhhhh…..”
It starts again, unbidden, a new height to fall from, and I come crashing down so hard, my legs are kicking the air, and I sob.
“Nooooooooooo!”
But what I’m begging for or protesting, I don’t even know myself.
Then the strangest thing happens. Master Séverin lets my nipple go and places a soft kiss between my breasts, then kisses his way down my stomach, and pillows his head there. Master Erek reaches down to stroke his hair.
I am feeling far, far too much at this tender display that I know is not for me, but between the two of them. My heart surges in my chest, and I cry and cry, soaking the pillows beneath my head.
Master Séverin lifts his head and says quietly, “Ah, there it is; the tears I hoped for. She weeps from her eyes and her cunt. Lovely. Don’t stop crying, Girl. Cry for us.”
Why does this make the tears start anew? Is it that I am such an obedient slave? No. It’s that I feel so deeply for them. And if my tears will please them, I will cry all night, because my heart tells me I must.
I can think later about why these two particular Masters have drawn me in so.
Why I am often up half the night trying to figure them out, like putting together a thousand pieces of a complicated puzzle.
Why my yearning for them, for their happiness, makes my chest ache in a way nothing ever has before.
I wake up on my still-damp pillow. I must have cried in my sleep, as I sometimes do.
My two Masters are with me on the bed, one on either side, their hands clasped and lying on my belly.
The sun is just beginning to rise in streaks of orange and pink across the misty sky, the color caught in the scattered clouds, all of it shrouded and blurred a bit as I gaze through the sheer curtains at the windows. So beautiful.
I never want to leave this place.
Master Séverin stirs, and his hand slips out of Master Erek’s.