Chapter Eleven #2
“That was hot,” Natalie says. “Watch out, though, girly. I will totally play with your pussy next time he has you down.”
“I’m game,” I laugh.
“Are you bi?” Trish asks.
“Uh. I don’t know. I haven’t experienced anything,” I say.
“Well, I would be honored to give you your first good orgasm,” Trish says with a grin. Dominic grunts and shakes his head.
“Don’t look at her like that. I see how snuggly you and Matt are,” I laugh.
“Hey now,” Dominic laughs. “Leave us out of this.”
“Absolutely not,” I laugh. “This whole brother thing is bullshit. You enjoy watching him fuck me. You get just as much enjoyment out of watching him as you do me. You both do. Matt was hard the moment you pulled your cock out.”
“Oh, they’re both like that,” Trish says. “They frequently check each other out.”
“Notice how if you leave the bed, they end up side by side sleeping?” Natalie asks me.
“I feel targeted,” Matt laughs.
“Take your time,” I smile.
“Let’s go,” Dominic laughs.
When we pull into the parking lot of Sensoria, the valet opens my door. “Mrs. Mercer,” he says kindly. I can’t help but grin at hearing him call me that. I get out, and Dominic comes around to hold my hand. Matt joins us as Natalie holds hands with Trish behind us.
The place is packed when we go in. Dominic and Matt lead me to a seating area while Natalie and Trish go to the play area.
“I like this place,” I say.
“We’ve spent many years making it as welcoming as possible,” Dominic says. “We are going to jump right into this before we end up with an audience.”
“Okay,” I smile.
“On your knees, Blossom. Let’s talk,” he says.
I nod happily and go to my knees before sitting back on my heels.
“First things first. We are presenting you with this collar to serve not only as our promise to you that we will always love and support you, but also as your promise to us that you will do the same. We are built on communication, and it is vital that it plays through to all aspects of our lives. Most importantly, we want you to feel safe, secure, loved, and wanted. We vow with this that we will always do what is best for you and us as a group. Do you accept this collar?”
“Yes,” I say with a bright smile.
“Do you vow to serve beside us with the understanding that although you might be our submissive, you are still our equal?” Matt asks as he hands Dominic a black leather collar with a flower-shaped pendant on the front.
“Yes,” I say giddily. Dominic smiles softly before leaning down and putting it around my neck. When he has it secure, he stands up straight and lifts my chin to look at me.
“Beautiful collar for a beautiful girl,” Dominic says. “We own you, Blossom.”
“It’s never felt so good to be owned,” I say happily.
“Ready?” Dominic asks, offering me his hand.
“Absolutely.” I stand with Dominic and Matt before they lead me over to the play area. We are front and center with a growing crowd; everyone is silent and looks happy. All of their eyes start to make me panic.
“Breathe with us,” Dominic says softly as they both hold my hand. I close my eyes and take long, deep breaths. I focus my energy on my lungs expanding before I slowly exhale. When I open my eyes, I am calmer. They both kneel and take off my heels before standing.
“Take off the dress,” Matt says. I don’t move, and he steps forward to lift my chin. “Focus on us and no one else. We are the only ones who matter. Okay?”
“I’m scared,” I whisper.
“Of what?” Dominic asks.
“Of being judged,” I say. “I have so many scars…”
“Your scars are proof that you have fought and survived your past, Blossom. You are a survivor, and they are your battle scars. Wear them proudly because they show what you have overcome,” Dominic says.
I nod and step back slightly to pull the tie on my dress.
I let it drop to the floor, making Dominic and Matt smile deviously at me.
“Keep going,” Matt instructs. I nod and pull my thong off.
I am shaking as he leads me to a spot on the floor marked with a red X.
They pull my arms above my head and restrain my wrists with leather cuffs attached to a chain that runs to the ceiling.
“Safe word?” Dominic asks.
“Red,” I whisper.
“Louder, Blossom.”
“Red!” I project.
“Do you understand why we want to introduce you to impact play?” he asks.
“No,” I admit.
“You self-harm to feel alive,” Dominic says.
“You don’t want to hurt, but you crave the euphoria that the pain brings you.
When your life feels like it’s caving in around you, you cut to remind yourself that you are alive.
You struggle to see past the panic and overwhelming anxiety, and harming yourself cuts through that fog.
Much like a runner's high and self-harming, impact play will release the same endorphins that will bring you the same euphoria. Impact play can replace all the razors you keep hidden. It is not a cure by any means, but it is a tool to use when everything becomes too much to handle. You have given yourself to us, so it is our responsibility to help you through the darkness. We might be the devils you know, but we will keep you out of the flames.”
“I trust both of you,” I say. “Since being involved with the two of you, you have brought me so much peace with the brutality you offer me. You match it perfectly with kindness and respect. If you think that this will help me, I want to try.”
“Good girl,” Dominic says. “We have something for you, but there is a reason for it.”
“What is… oh God,” I groan when Matt fills my pussy with something.
It is also touching my clit. They push my feet together and restrain me so that I can’t separate my ankles or knees.
I am then hooked to the floor so that I am unable to move.
I have my eyes closed because I am facing a mirror.
The crowd is behind me, but they can see everything that the guys will do to me, as well as my reaction.
“Pleasure and pain, my love,” he says. “The pleasure will relax you so that the pain isn’t overwhelming. We will not hold back with you because we know you are more than capable of taking it.”
“Thank you,” I sigh.
“Do you want to know what we are using?” he asks.
“Uhm… yes,” I say.
“We are starting with a braided leather flogger, but will work our way into a whip,” Dominic explains.
“We will both use one simultaneously. The hits you will receive will come in pairs, but we will do our best not to hit in the same place more than twice,” Matt says.
“Let’s get to it,” Dominic says. “For those of you who are watching. You are not to say a word. If you speak, you will be asked to leave. This is her first scene, and it is absolutely imperative that she is not distracted. There is a chance that she might work through some emotions, so I need all of you to trust that Matt and I have a handle on things.”
The toy inside of me comes to life and vibrates through my pussy and clit.
It starts to move inside of me, thrusting and rotating, making me moan as I relax.
The first hit of the flogger is almost gentle.
They are starting light, but the second hit bites a little more.
They don’t pause or slow down. They keep a consistent rhythm, intensifying the force.
I am moaning and gasping with a mixture of sensations they are creating.
“Color, Blossom,” Dominic asks.
“Green,” I whimper.
“You are doing so well,” Matt praises. “Time for the real thing, okay?”
“Oh God,” I say, realizing that was just a warm-up.
When the leather of the whip snaps on my skin, I scream.
An orgasm immediately spills out of me and continues to shake through me as the leather continues to bite my flesh from the base of my neck to the back of my thighs.
Fire crackles across my skin as pleasure rages through my body.
I slip into a blissful state, and I am nearly catatonic.
I don’t notice that the vibrations have stopped or that the whip is no longer snapping across my back until I’m taken off the restraints.
“Both,” I whisper. “I want both of you.”
“Of course,” Dominic says as he picks me up and puts me in his lap as he sits on a bench.
He aggressively forces me down on his cock, and I cry out when he lies back and lifts his hips to start, thrusting into me hard and fast. The only warning that Matt gives me is gently touching my lower back before he slams into my ass.
Pain ripples through my belly, but pleasure immediately sucks me into another catatonic state as they move in a delicious rhythm.
As one of them pushes, the other one is pulling out.
Every movement that they make is violent, and it continues to drag me through pleasure.
They both start to come, and they both groan deeply as I slip into an orgasm-induced dissociation.
I’ve never felt more alive than I do right now. My body and mind are at peace. I was saved by the devils, and this is my twisted salvation.
By the time we get home, I’m exhausted. The others are planning to watch a movie in the living room, but I just can’t. I need to sleep. I tell everyone good night and go upstairs. I think I’ll take a shower first and then get into bed.
When I step into the shower, the warm water soothes my aching muscles.
I take my time washing my body before sitting on the bench.
I have my head back against the cool tile as the water rains down on me.
Eventually, I shut the water off and dry my body.
I pull on one of Matt’s shirts, and that’s when I hear it.
I hear the closet door open in the bedroom, which confuses me. Why would anyone be in the closet? Panic starts to creep in, but no matter how much I try to shove it down, it won’t go away. I’m in the bathroom with my hand on the door handle, trying to convince myself that I’m overreacting.