Chapter 15 #2
How can I make this choice without the blindfold and the secrets? How can I choose not just one man, but two? It feels so wrong to give myself to two men. It feels as though the secret they kept from me has broken some sacred bond that I thought was just me and Sebastian.
“Fucking Frederick,” Morgan says. He's returned with the cane. He passes it to Sebastian, and I tense.
If Frederick hadn't gotten hurt backstage, Sebastian's hand wouldn't have been forced. He wouldn't have had to choose to save both me and his ballet by joining me on stage. If I'd had any thought that he might have orchestrated that reveal, that he wanted me to see him, I was wrong.
“You didn't plan to ever let me see you, or to know about Morgan, did you?” I ask.
“No,” Sebastian says. “You were never going to see us, but I was working toward introducing you to the idea that there were two of us.”
I'm sobbing now. “I want it back. I don't know how to get it back. I can't let myself...” I don't know how to say these things inside me. They aren't the only ones angry with Frederick. I'm angry, too.
Everything was perfect.
I jump when the cane clatters on the floor, and then Sebastian is beside me. He pulls me into his arms. He frees my hair from the bun and smooths his fingers through it. “Shhh, you're safe.”
I only cry harder. I wanted him to say those words last week... so badly. I know they're true—at least to an extent. These past few days in my own house have at least given me that perspective.
“We won't report you to the police as long as you don't report us,” Sebastian says. “We wouldn't harm you like that. But you belong to us. You know that, right, Cassia? We won't let you go.”
Morgan sits on the ground on the other side of me and starts stroking my back. “Just give in to us,” he says.
“You said you'd report me. You said it recently!” I say to Sebastian, trying to ignore Morgan's soothing touch. The million ways I've been betrayed by this man... by both of them... I can't...
Sebastian sighs. “I know what I said. Everything felt out of control.”
Yes. That's it. Everything is out of control. How do I get it back?
“Undress,” Sebastian says. He and Morgan help me stand.
I hesitate. I want to do this. I want things to go back, but I don't know how to make this choice. I don't know how to let myself do this. Then Morgan is behind me, tying the blindfold around my eyes.
“Undress,” Sebastian says again. He's moved a few feet away from me. I hear the distance in his voice.
Suddenly, I’m back in the opera house. Everything is normal again. Cello music begins to play out of the sound system, and I take off my outer layer of clothes. I stand there, now in leotard and tights, hesitating.
“Undress. It's the final time I'm telling you. You're already getting a punishment for your resistance.”
I peel the leotard and tights off.
“Good girl,” Sebastian says. “Now kneel for your punishment. You know how I like you.”
And now it's back, that throbbing and wetness between my legs. Just like that. So simple. I'm helped into a kneeling position on a soft rug, so I don't have to kneel on the hard floor.
My arms stretch out before me, my palms on the hardwood. My forehead rests there as well.
“Please, Master... not the cane.”
“Yes, the cane,” he practically growls. “You need to remember who you belong to, and nothing drives it home like the cane.”
I'm crying again. But part of it is relief. Because I've given in. I've surrendered. I will do whatever he says. I will do whatever Morgan says. They will punish me, and then they will fuck me, and we will have breached this final boundary between us. And it will all be perfect again.
“You will count,” Sebastian says. “I will give you five, and then Morgan will give you five. Say, yes, Master.”
“Y-yes, Master,” I whisper. I want to beg him because ten is too many. I can't take ten. But I need things back in control. I need to return to the peaceful calm place inside my head that Sebastian gives me.
“Say it so the cheap seats can hear it,” Sebastian says.
Morgan chuckles at this.
“Yes, Master,” I say louder.
“Good girl.”
Everything inside me relaxes at these words.
The cane slices through the air, and I flinch as it strikes my bared ass. But it isn't as hard as the last time he did it, the time when I made thirty-two mistakes. It hurts, it sears and burns into my flesh, but I know he's holding back just enough that I can take it.
“One,” I say. I take long, slow breaths and fall into a rhythm with him. My surrender, his power. This exquisite torment.
After the fifth one, he passes the cane to Morgan.
The sixth strike makes me scream. I thought Morgan was the soft one. The kind one. I’m immediately disabused of this notion.
“Master, please!” I shriek.
Morgan laughs. “It's about time you said my name. Count,” he demands.
“S-six,” I whimper.
“Good girl.”
It's the first time I've heard these words from Morgan, and they’re just as satisfying from his mouth as from Sebastian's.
Seven and Eight are just as hard as Six. I scream with each strike. I worry other people living in this high rise are going to think they're killing me. Wouldn't it be fucked up if some random person called the police on all of us?
Suddenly a hand is gripping my chin, turning my tear-streaked face upward.
“Do I need to gag you?” Morgan asks.
“N-no, Master. Please...”
He pulls back a little on Nine. A welcome relief. But the final lash is just as hard as his first. I bite back the scream and count the last one. I'm so shockingly wet right now.
I feel the cane press against the top of my head. “Lift your head up and kiss it,” Morgan says.
I rise up and kiss the bamboo.
“Now thank me for your punishment.”
“Thank you, Master.”
One of them, I don't know which, dips a finger between my legs and inside my pussy.
“Are you ready to be fucked?” Sebastian asks.
“Y-yes, Master.”
“By both of us? Are you ready to take both of us, together?”
My face flames, but I say, “Yes, Master.”
“Good girl.”
The finger is withdrawn, and one of them helps me to stand. He leads me to the bedroom. I hear zippers and clothes hitting the floor.
“Straddle and ride me,” Sebastian orders.
He's lying on the bed. My knees are on either side of him. I let out a gasp of pleasure as I lower myself onto his thick, hardened cock. I forgot he was this big. He gives me time to adjust.
“Fuck,” he says. But it isn't an expression of pleasure. It's a command.
I obey, raising and lowering myself on him. I've forgotten for a moment about Morgan, until I feel him licking the cane welts on my ass.
“Poor little rabbit,” he says. He rubs a soothing balm over the marks as I continue to ride Sebastian.
A few moments later, I feel cold lubed metal being worked inside my ass. “Open for me,” Morgan orders. “It's going to be my dick in a minute.”
I try to relax as he pushes the toy inside me.
The double-penetration of the toy in my ass and Sebastian in my pussy is overwhelming in a way that erases all logical thought.
Every doubt and fear fades away in this moment.
Every protest of what I can and cannot do evaporates in the sheer visceral power of this moment.
Morgan removes the toy, and then it's his lubed cock sliding inside my ass.
I tense at first because he's so much bigger, and I'm afraid, but he strokes my back and eases in more slowly.
Once he gets past the tight band of muscle, he gives me a moment.
Both men still, letting me adjust to this fullness, this sense of being completely overtaken by them.
“Are you okay, cupcake?” Sebastian asks, stroking my face.
“Yes, Master.”
He rips the blindfold off, and I'm staring now into his dark, intense eyes, that vicious scar.
I reach out and stroke the scar. This time, he doesn't stop me.
Then the three of us begin to move together in an intoxicating hypnotic rhythm.
I come first, moaning and screaming out my orgasm, not caring that neighbors might hear us.
Sebastian and Morgan come together after me.
“Fuck yes,” Morgan growls behind me.
Morgan pulls out of me first and lifts me off Sebastian. Then we are a tangle of limbs. I lay in the middle. I'm facing Morgan now. He strokes my face, while Sebastian runs his fingertips gently over my cane marks.
Morgan leans forward and kisses me on the mouth, his tongue tangling with mine. Sebastian twists my body, opening my legs wide, and then his mouth is between my legs, his tongue moving inside me. I whimper and writhe, my moans being swallowed up by Morgan's mouth.
Sebastian is relentless, licking and sucking me until another orgasm comes crashing over me.
When it's over, I think they'll let me rest, but they only change places.
Sebastian moves up to my mouth, letting me taste myself on his tongue, while Morgan's mouth is between my legs drawing out the same agonizing pleasure from my body.
Then they are both ready to fuck me again. This goes on most of the night. I lose track of time of reality and of all the reasons why I was so sure I couldn't do this. It all melts into my moans of pleasure.
Finally, I beg them to stop. I need to rest. I need sleep. Reluctantly, they pull out of me. We sleep together, the three of us in the large bed. And it feels like something very important has shifted. They're right, I belong to them. They won't let me go, but this time I don't want to fly away.