23
P aetyn took Erin in as she sat in the middle of the bed in Cruz’s playroom in a short silk white robe. It contrasted against pretty umber skin and the deep shades of red and black in the room. She looked like his chosen nickname. Like she’d wandered into a dark place, waiting to be corrupted.
“Before we start, we need to discuss a couple of things,” Paetyn said. Erin nodded. “First, you hold all the power here. With one word, you bring everything to a stop.”
“We want to discuss your hard and soft limits,” Cruz started. “Hard limits are things you never want to try or want done to you. Soft limits are things you may be okay with trying to see if you like them under specific conditions.”
“I’m sure I don’t have to tell you this, but I don’t want to be hurt. I’m all for pleasurable pain but not blatant sadism. That’s a hard limit.”
“We understand,” Paetyn responded. They would never hurt her, and it seemed she knew that, but it was better to get everything she was thinking on the table than for assumptions to be made.
“And my soft limit is that,” she stated, pointing to one of the toys on a nearby shelf. “It’s one of those things where the pads go on my nipples and my clit, and then an electric current runs through it, right?”
“It is,” Cruz responded.
“I’m not sure if I’d like that, but I might be willing to try.”
“We don’t have to try it tonight,” Cruz replied. “Are there any other toys you feel uncomfortable with?”
“I’m not against it, but I would prefer not to be gagged,” Erin responded after a few seconds of thought.
“We enjoy all the pretty little noises you make far too much to gag you,” Cruz responded. “Tonight, at least.”
Paetyn couldn’t help but chuckle at how Erin’s eyes widened slightly. He and Cruz were aware she’d still be able to make those pretty little noises while gagged, but since the other man had decided they wouldn’t, they would hold off until another time. Since they were in Cruz’s playroom, he would dictate how the night went. That was usually how they operated.
“Do you have hard or soft limits?” Erin asked.
Paetyn couldn’t recall being asked that before, but he wasn’t surprised. At this point in their relationship, he’d realized that what they normally got in past relationships was not the same with Erin, and it was in all the best ways.
“I don’t like to be tied up,” Paetyn responded. “It’s a hard limit. I like having the reins in these rooms, pulling the strings.”
“Erotic asphyxia. Being choked does nothing for me. I will not choke you. The first is more of a soft limit, the latter a hard limit,” Cruz informed.
Erin nodded. “Is there anything else?”
“If we’re engaging in impact play, for instance, you’re being spanked, and one of us is close to you, do not under any circumstance attempt to give us head,” Paetyn stated.
Her brow furrowed. “Why?”
“If for some reason the impact lands wrong, and it’s more pain than pleasure, a reflex is usually to bite down against the discomfort,” Cruz responded. “That shit hurts,” he added.
“Okay, I understand,” Erin affirmed.
“Good. Tell us your temperatures,” Cruz stated.
Erin ran through the temperatures as Paetyn grabbed the soft silicone paddle from its display. The two had spoken about how each night would go. Which things they would try with her to start as long as she was okay with them. She’d told him she’d been spanked during sex, and they decided to see how she liked it as a form of foreplay.
“Remove your robe for us, Angel,” Paetyn instructed, and the breathy exhale had him and Cruz stopping short.
“I didn’t think that could sound more sinful than when you call me that while you’re inside me, but I was wrong,” she informed them.
Paetyn understood what she meant because he’d thought it earlier. With where they were and what they were about to do, it was like they’d grabbed her wings and pulled her into a sensual warped hell where they planned on torturing her in the best ways, and it wasn’t too far from the truth. Once the robe was discarded and tossed aside and every inch of naked flesh was on display, he handed the paddle to Cruz.
“Hold your leg out for me, Ma?y.”
She did as requested, and Paetyn watched as Cruz used the paddle against her thigh. It was a sensitive area, and the sensation would feel similar to it coming down on her ass. Erin gasped. Paetyn wasn’t sure if it was from surprise or the impact.
“Yes or no?” Cruz asked as he circled his thumb over the area.
“Yes,” she responded.
“Choose a number, Paet,” Cruz instructed.
“For this first time, let’s go with five,” Paetyn responded.
“Aren’t you being nice,” the other man teased.
“She has a long weekend ahead of her,” he replied, moving to the other side of the bed.
“Five it is.” Cruz directed his attention back to Erin. “Get on your hands and knees for me, baby.”
Paetyn watched as she complied, and he could see the excitement in her eyes, coupled with pure arousal. The first time was always an endorphin high, but she’d never lose that excitement with them, and each time they took her into one of their rooms, they’d ensure it felt like the first time.
“I’m going to give you five,” Cruz stated. “Count each one out loud and look at Paetyn the entire time. If you don’t say a number, if you break eye contact, we start over. Do you understand?” Erin nodded. “Verbalize. Do you understand?”
“Yes, baby. I understand,” she stated, those gorgeous brown eyes locking with Paetyn’s.
Silence filled the room, everything felt still, and he could see the anticipation growing in Erin’s eyes. How the wait, which felt longer than it was, played on her. Then the paddle met her ass, and she gasped as her breast swayed forward.
“One,” she breathed, tongue darting out to wet her lips. The next strike of the paddle had her releasing a small moan, and Paetyn could see the arousal growing in her eyes. “Two.”
“It sounds like you’re enjoying it, Ma?y,” Cruz stated. Before she could respond, the paddle came down again.
“Mm. Three.”
“She looks like it, too,” Paetyn responded. “Pupils dilated.” He leaned closer to her, giving her a soft kiss. “Arousal easy to see in them.”
No sooner than he retook his position, Cruz gave her another. The moan Erin released this time was even deeper and echoed in the room like the paddle against her flesh.
“Four,” she responded.
“I bet if I touched it. Your pretty little pussy would be wet, too,” Cruz added.
“You should find out,” Erin replied, and both men chuckled.
The room grew silent, and then the final impact of the paddle resounded off the walls. Paetyn once again watched her breast sway enticingly from the effects, dark nipples serving as an invite, and he had the sudden urge to swirl his tongue around them, take them into his mouth, and taste them.
“Five,” she breathed out.
Paetyn cupped her face and stroked his thumb across Erin’s cheek as he watched Cruz put the paddle aside and run his hands over her ass cheeks.
“You did such a good job, Angel.”
“Thank…huh!” she cut off with a gasp.
“I was right. You’re dripping wet,” Cruz stated. “Someone liked being spanked.”
“I did,” Erin replied. “I was excited to try it but didn’t know how much I’d enjoy it.”
“Then we should find out what else you enjoy,” Paetyn stated as he watched Cruz grab a few clamps.
“Turn over for me, baby,” Cruz requested. Erin kissed Paetyn’s palm before he removed his hand from her face, and she did as Cruz requested. “This is a nipple clamp,” Cruz informed.
“What’s the pressure like?” Erin asked.
“These are mild, and they are made of the same soft silicone as the paddle. We can test one, and you can tell us if you like it.”
She nodded, and Paetyn ghosted his hand along her shoulder. “Words, Angel.”
“Yes, okay,” she responded. “We can try one.”
Paetyn watched Cruz place one of the clamps on her nipple, and she felt it, pulled on it slightly, and gasped a little.
“Okay, we can use them,” she stated.
Cruz put on the other one. “If they get uncomfortable, tell us.”
She started to nod but reconsidered. “I will.”
“Good. Now, let’s see how long you can keep from cumming,” Paetyn stated.
C ruz listened to Erin’s muffled pleasure as he worked her open. They were over an hour into their play, and they’d worked her slowly to a few orgasms but hadn’t pushed her over, let her enjoy that sweet feeling of release.
They’d moved from the clamps to teasing her with feather and silk ticklers while pushing her towards orgasms to her asking to be spanked again. Currently, she was holding in Ben Wa balls as he worked her open, his tongue on her clit as she took Paetyn’s dick as far down her throat as she could.
She was dripping wet, had been since he spanked her, and it had progressively increased. Cruz knew when they finally let her cum; she was going to gush like a geyser. He was three fingers in, spreading her, getting her ready to accommodate him. The essence of her arousal leaked out of her, running down to coat his fingers, joining with the lube.
Typically, he wouldn’t have worked her open on her back, but he wanted to taste her delicious little pussy. With his free hand, he held her left leg up, Paetyn holding the other one, and Cruz had full access, free rein of her sweetness.
He circled his tongue around her clit, and he knew by the change in pitch of her moans that she was close to cumming, but he wouldn’t grant her release this time either. They’d only allow her to have it when they were both inside her. He placed a kiss on her pussy before pulling away, his goatee covered in her juices, and she released a noise of exasperation around Paetyn’s dick which had the other man moaning.
“Patience, Angel,” Paetyn said.
“You’ve been such a good girl so far. Don’t start acting like a brat now,” Cruz added.
Erin released Paetyn’s dick. “Because I’ve been such a good girl, you should let me cum.”
“We will,” Paetyn ran his thumb over her lower lip. “When we’re both deep inside you.”
“Then you should get inside me,” she countered.
Cruz could hear the impatience in her voice, and he couldn’t blame her. He was holding on by a thread himself, and to know that she wanted it as badly as he did, caused his dick to twitch.
“I think we could accommodate you on that, Ma?y.”
Cruz pulled his fingers from her, wiping them on the comforter since he’d have to wash it anyway, and used his other hand to remove the balls from her. Erin released a moan, and he could have sworn she’d gotten even wetter as they were pulled free. He tossed them to the side and took the condom Paetyn held out to him before rolling it on.
They rearranged her to straddle Paetyn, and he slowly slid into her pussy, both of them moaning at the pleasure. They gave her a minute to adjust, and then Paetyn pulled her down into a kiss while Cruz slicked lube onto the condom before slowly pushing in. Erin tensed briefly before relaxing. Once he was buried deep, her ass against his abdomen, he massaged one of her luscious cheeks as he ghosted the other hand down her back.
A minute passed, and Erin moved between them, lifting off Paetyn and pushing back against Cruz as if he could get any deeper before rocking her hips and taking Paetyn back in, coming off of him. A motion that she’d perfected that they all enjoyed.
They momentarily gave her control, allowing her to move between them. Become accustomed to the dual invasion as her sweet moans filtered into the air around them. She was tight around Cruz, squeezing him like a glove, and the condom he wore damn near felt nonexistent as she clenched around him, hugging his dick in a tight grip.
“Fuck,” he moaned, both of his hands now firmly grasping her ass cheeks.
Cruz pulled out, jutting his hips and pushing back in as Paetyn retreated from her pussy. They knew she enjoyed this, when they fucked her with opposing thrusts instead of at the same time. It was a constant, overwhelming pleasure.
She wouldn’t last long with how they had worked her up, and Cruz was not ashamed to admit he wouldn’t either. Pushing her ecstasy, watching her squirm with pleasure from each new thing they’d tried had served to work him up, too. He always took pleasure in giving it to Erin and watching how it affected her. Trying new things had been no different, and seeing how she’d reacted to them had made him painfully hard.
He didn’t care. They had the rest of the weekend to spend locked away in their playrooms. To test everything she was interested in, every restraint and equipment piece that she was okay with letting them try.
Erin clenched around them again, and he and Paetyn released a simultaneous, “Fuck.” Cruz smacked one of her ass cheeks, the sound reverberating in the room.
The intensity behind his thrusts increased, pulling hitched breaths from Erin as her back arched. The countering thrusts rocked her between them, pushing them deep each time they entered her.
“That’s it, Angel,” Paetyn stated. “You’re taking us so well. Always so good for us.”
“Please,” Erin breathed. “Please don’t stop.”
“Mm. Do you want to cum for us, Ma?y?”
“Yes, yes. So fucking bad.”
“We’re not stopping you, baby,” Paetyn responded.
“Let us feel you cum for us,” Cruz added.
They continued to fuck her, pushing her towards her release, and it wasn’t long before she released a deep moan, the sound bouncing off the walls as she came between them. “Oh fuck!” falling from her lips.
They continued to fuck her through it. Paetyn’s hands went to her waist, and the other cupped her face as he asked, “What’s your temperature.”
“Warm,” Erin responded softly, breathily.
Paetyn’s hips stilled, and Cruz tried to glimpse his face over Erin’s shoulder when he asked her again. “What’s your temperature?”
“Warm.” This time softer than before.
“Cruz, wait,” Paetyn called, and no sooner than he had, Erin slumped over, and Paetyn quickly brought his other hand to her face. “Shit,” he cursed.
Cruz slowly pulled out, then moved to give Paetyn room to roll them over. All too aware of what had happened. She’d passed out. He watched Paetyn roll Erin onto her back as he pulled out of her.
“Erin,” Paetyn stated as he gently patted her cheek.
It took several long seconds for her to open her eyes, and Cruz could see the confusion in them. She tried to sit up, but Paetyn placed his hand on her chest to stop her.
“Don’t get up,” Cruz instructed. “Are you okay?”
“I…yeah. What happened?” Erin asked.
“You lied to us,” Paetyn responded. “That’s what happened.”
She was quiet for a minute, and Cruz grabbed one of the water bottles from the nightstand. A solid minute ticked by, and this time, when she tried to sit up, they let her, and he passed Paetyn the water to help her drink.
“I…I only wanted to make sure you both enjoyed it and came.”
“Look at me,” Cruz demanded, only continuing when she did. “We don’t give a shit about that. We want to ensure you enjoy it and that we aren’t pushing too close to your limit or past it. You need to tell us when we are. The last thing we’re worried about is getting off when it means you’re no longer enjoying it, or it’s too much.”
“Communication is key at all times,” Paetyn stated. “We rely on you to let us know what you’re feeling, where your head’s at. If I weren’t under you, if I wasn’t here, and you and Cruz were in that same position, he would have gone off what you said because he couldn’t see your face.”
“You have to be truthful with us,” Cruz told her.
“And don’t ever do that shit again,” Paetyn demanded.
“Okay. I apologize. I didn’t think of it that way. I just… I’m sorry,” Erin stated. Paetyn kissed her before getting off the bed. “Wait, where are you going?” she asked.
“I’ll be back,” he responded, removing the condom and tossing it into the trash before grabbing the sweatpants he’d had on when they started.
Cruz discarded his condom before taking the bottle from her. He left the bed, picked her up, and carried her to the bathroom across the hall. Unlike Paetyn’s playroom, which was on the side of the house with only a half bath, so one needed to be added to his room, there was a full one on the side where his playroom resided. He sat her on the sink as he started to fill the tub.
“Are you mad at me?”
He stepped between her legs. “Mad? No. Disappointed that you thought you couldn’t tell us that you were overwhelmed, that you thought we’d want to put our needs before your wellbeing? Yes.” Cruz kissed her. “But you won’t do it again.” It wasn’t a question, and they both knew it. “So, we’re good.”
Cruz added some essential oils to the bath and placed Erin in it before kissing her forehead. He exited the bathroom, stopping in his playroom to grab and pull on his sweatpants. He went to the kitchen, where he knew Paetyn was making Erin food, and washed his hands before pulling fruit from the refrigerator. He would make her a fruit bowl to go with whatever Paetyn was cooking.
After her bath, they’d get her to eat before delving into aftercare, and tomorrow morning, if she still wanted to continue, they would move to Paetyn’s room.