Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Lex
The look in Cami’s eyes when she said yes, when she begged us both, made something primal wake up inside me. She was flying high on subspace and arousal, her pupils blown wide, her skin flushed and sensitive.
“Are you staying or going, brother?” I asked Majesty, though I already knew his answer. The way he was looking at her, hunger barely contained, told me everything.
“Is it alright if I stay and watch?” Majesty asked her directly, giving her the choice.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Please, yes.”
“Then stay,” I told him.
“For sure.” Majesty settled deeper into the couch his eyes never leaving Cami as I scooped her into my arms and carried her back to the table.
I moved to the table controls and adjusted it, converting the flat surface to an angled position that would give me perfect access to every part of her. The chains hanging from the ceiling were already in place. I just needed to attach extensions.
“Cami,” I said, my voice taking on that edge of command. “You’re going to take everything I give you. And you’re not going to come until I say. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was already breathless.
I secured her wrists first, binding them to the table’s edge with leather cuffs that would hold her firmly but not cut off circulation.
Then I lifted her legs, spreading them wide and up, attaching the ankle cuffs to the chains that dangled from above.
When I locked everything into place, she was completely exposed, completely vulnerable, unable to move her legs at all.
“Test your restraints,” I instructed.
She pulled against them, and I watched her realize she couldn’t move. Couldn’t close her legs. Couldn’t protect herself or hide. She was at my complete mercy.
“Color?” I asked.
“Green, Sir.”
“Good girl.” I stepped back to look at her properly. Spread open, restrained, waiting. “Now stay there while I prepare.”
I moved to the cabinet and stripped off my shirt and jeans, keeping only my boxer briefs. Then I gathered my supplies. Nipple clamps connected by a delicate chain. A black leather collar. The candle lit and set on the table, allowing the wax to pool properly. Massage oil.
When I turned back to her, I saw fear and anticipation warring in her eyes.
“Remember your safe words,” I reminded her. “Red stops everything. Yellow slows down. Green continues. Say them for me.”
“Red, yellow, green, Sir.”
“Good girl.” I approached with the collar first, buckling it around her throat. Not tight enough to restrict breathing, but snug enough that she’d feel it constantly. A reminder of who she belonged to right now.
Then I took the nipple clamps, adjusting them to the right tension before applying them to her already hardened nipples. She hissed at the bite of pain.
“Breathe through it,” I commanded. “Let your body adjust.”
I attached the chain from the clamps to a small ring on the front of the collar, creating a connection between them. Any movement of her head would pull on the clamps. Any pull on the clamps would tug at the collar.
“Oh god,” she whimpered.
“You look perfect like this.” I poured oil onto my hands and began spreading it across her skin. Her stomach, her thighs, avoiding her breasts and pussy for now. “Bound and waiting for me. Knowing I can do whatever I want to you.”
“Please, Sir.”
“Please what?”
“Please touch me. Use me. Anything.”
“Patience.” I finished with the oil and picked up the candle. The wax had pooled nicely, ready to be used. “Do you trust me, Cami?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Then watch.”
I tilted the candle and let a small stream of wax fall onto her stomach. She gasped at the heat, her body jerking against the restraints. The wax cooled quickly, hardening on her oiled skin.
“That’s barely warm compared to what’s coming,” I told her, dripping more wax across her ribs, between her breasts, careful to avoid her clamped nipples.
Each drop made her gasp and writhe. The combination of heat and restraint and the constant pressure of the clamps was clearly overwhelming her. Exactly as I intended.
I moved lower, dripping wax along her inner thighs, getting closer and closer to where she was soaking wet and desperate. When I dripped wax just above her mound, she cried out.
“Please, not there. Please, Sir, I can’t.”
“You can.” I tilted the candle, letting wax pool in the curve, getting closer. “And you will.”
I let a single drop fall directly onto her clit.
She screamed. Her whole body went rigid, pulling against every restraint. But after the initial shock, I watched her expression change. The panic faded, replaced by confused arousal.
“It’s hot,” she gasped. “But it’s not burning. It’s not...”
“No, it’s not.” I used my thumb to swipe away the cooled wax, and she moaned at the contact. “The oil protects you. But your body doesn’t know that at first. It just feels the heat.”
“Do it again,” she begged. “Please, Sir. Do it again.”
I smiled darkly and complied, letting more wax drip onto her clit. This time she didn’t scream. She moaned, long and desperate, her hips trying to lift even though the restraints kept her pinned.
I let the wax pool there, building layer after layer while she writhed and begged. Her words became incoherent, just pleading sounds and broken syllables.
“Look how desperate you are,” I said, setting down the candle and swiping away the wax. “Begging for more. Crying for it.”
“Please,” she sobbed. “Please, Sir, I need you. I need you so much.”
“Good, baby.” I lowered my mouth to her pussy and licked a long stripe through her wetness. She tasted like oil, arousal, and pure need.
I focused on her clit, sucking it into my mouth, working it with my tongue until she was shaking. I felt her start to climb toward orgasm and immediately pulled back.
“No!” she cried. “Please don’t stop!”
“I decide when you come.” I picked up the candle again and resumed dripping wax on her sensitive flesh. “You come when I allow it. Not before.”
She was writhing now, saying things that didn’t make sense, lost in sensation and need. I alternated between wax and my mouth, building her up and denying her over and over until tears streamed down her face and she was begging in a constant stream.
“Please, please, please, Sir, I’ll do anything, please let me come, I need it so much, please.”
I set down the candle and finally freed my dick from my boxer briefs. I was achingly hard, had been since I’d first bound her to the table. Watching her like this, completely at my mercy, desperate and beautiful and mine, was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced.
I positioned myself at her entrance and pushed inside in one smooth thrust. She screamed, her pussy clenching around me like a vise. She was so wet, so ready, that I slid in easily despite how tight she was.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “You feel incredible.”
I started moving, deep strokes that made her cry out with each thrust. I could feel every pulse of her arousal, every clench of her muscles as she fought not to come without permission.
“You want to come?” I asked, my voice rough.
“Yes, Sir, please, please let me come.”
“Not yet.” I increased my pace, fucking her harder.
The table creaked with the force of my thrusts, and she was making sounds I’d never heard before. Pure animal need.
“Babygirl, be a good girl and come for me.”
“Yeeees!” she screamed out as she succumbed to my demand.
I pushed her through one orgasm, then another, each one making her tighter around me, each one pulling more desperate sounds from her throat. By the third one, I was close to losing control of myself.
“One more,” I commanded. “Give me one more, and this time I’ll come with you.”
“I can’t,” she sobbed. “It’s too much.”
“Yes, you can.” I reached up and gripped the chain connecting the nipple clamps. “And you will.”
I waited until I felt her start to climb again, felt her pussy beginning to flutter around me.
Then I released both clamps simultaneously.
The rush of blood back into her nipples combined with another deep thrust sent her over the edge.
She came so hard she nearly bucked me off, screaming my name, her whole body convulsing.
Her pussy clenched around me rhythmically, milking me, and I lost my control.
I came deep inside her with a roar, my vision whiting out from the intensity of it.
We stayed frozen like that for a moment, both of us shaking, both of us gasping for air.
Then slowly, I pulled out and immediately began unhooking her restraints.
Her legs lowered carefully, the chains releasing. Her wrists were freed from the cuffs.
She lay there boneless and gasping, covered in a sheen of sweat and dried wax and my release.
And then her head turned, and she looked at where Majesty sat. I followed her gaze.
He was wound tight as a bowstring, his hand gripping his erection through his jeans, his eyes dark and hungry. He’d watched everything, and it had clearly affected him.
“Sir?” Cami’s voice was rough but clear. “May I service him too?”
Something hot shot through me at the request. “You want to?”
“Yes, Sir. Please. I want to taste him.”
I looked at Majesty, saw the need written across his face. “What do you think, brother? You want her mouth?”
“Fuck yes,” Majesty growled, already standing and stripping off his jeans.
I helped Cami sit up, checking her wrists and ankles for any marks, making sure she was steady. Then I guided her to her knees on the padded floor.
“Go ahead,” I told her. “Show him what that pretty mouth can do.”
Majesty moved to stand in front of her, his dick already hard and ready. Cami looked up at him with those beautiful, submissive eyes and opened her mouth.
He groaned as she took him in, her lips stretching around his girth. I watched from my position beside them, my cock already starting to harden again despite having just come.
“That’s it, baby,” Majesty encouraged, his hand gentle in her hair. “Take me deeper.”
She did, relaxing her throat and taking him further. I could see her working him with skill and enthusiasm, clearly enjoying having him in her mouth.
“She’s so good at this,” Majesty said to me, his voice strained. “So fucking good.”
I reached down and stroked my steadily hardening cock, watching them together. Watching her submit to him the way she’d just submitted to me. Watching her take pleasure in serving him.
“I’m close,” Majesty warned. “Where do you want me to come?”
Cami pulled off long enough to say, “In my mouth, Sir. I want to taste you.”
He groaned and pushed back into her mouth, and I watched his control fracture. He came with a shout, and Cami swallowed everything he gave her, not spilling a drop.
When he pulled out, she licked her lips and looked between us both. “Thank you, Sirs.”
“Such a good girl,” I murmured. “Taking care of both of us.”
But I wasn’t done yet. I was fully hard again, and I wanted her one more time.
“On your hands and knees,” I commanded.
She moved into position immediately, and I moved behind her. I could see my earlier release still coating her thighs, but I didn’t care. I needed to be inside her again.
I pushed in from behind, and she moaned at the intrusion. From this angle, I could go even deeper, could feel every inch of her.
“Majesty,” I said, my voice rough as I started thrusting. “Lie down in front of her.”
He understood immediately, positioning himself so Cami could brace her hands on his chest. The new angle gave her stability while allowing me to fuck her harder.
“That’s it,” I groaned. “Take it. Take everything I give you.”
She was making those desperate sounds again, overwhelmed by sensation. I felt her start to climb toward another orgasm and didn’t stop her this time. Let her ride it out while I chased my own release.
Majesty reached up and cupped her face, making her look at him. “Being so good for us.”
The praise pushed her over, and she came with a cry. Her pussy clenched around me, and I followed her over the edge, roaring my release as I emptied myself inside her again.
I collapsed forward slightly, catching myself with my hands on either side of her body, all three of us breathing hard.
“Holy shit,” Majesty said, his hand stroking Cami’s hair. “That was intense.”
“So intense,” Cami agreed, her voice barely above a whisper.
I pulled out carefully and helped her lie down between us. Majesty grabbed a blanket from the nearby cabinet and covered all three of us.
“How do you feel?” I asked, checking in despite my own exhaustion.
“Perfect,” she murmured. “Completely perfect.”
“We need to get you cleaned up,” Majesty said. “Aftercare properly.”
“In a minute, please, Sir,” she said. “Just let me feel this for a minute.”
So we did. We lay there together, the three of us tangled up in each other, coming down from the high of what we’d just shared.
And I realized something that should have terrified me but somehow didn’t.
I was completely, irrevocably in love with this woman.
And from the way Majesty was looking at her, he was too.
We were in deep. All three of us.
And there was no going back.