Chapter Two #3
“This dress is beautiful on you.” Master G let his fingers
trail down her spine. The dress was backless, but she needed more support than
some of the other bridesmaids did, so she wore a low-back bodysuit that
smoothed everything out.
“Thank you, Sir.” She liked how he put it. Not you look
beautiful in the dress. Not the dress is beautiful. But the dress
was beautiful because it was on her. It warmed her inside as much as the way
Master K’s eyes on her did.
Her dress slipped to the floor and she stepped out of it,
still in her bodysuit.
“The dress was lovely, but that is practically fet wear.
Turn around.” Master K brought up a finger and twirled it, letting her know
what he wanted.
They were making her feel sexy. It was a heady feeling. She
wasn’t a self-conscious woman, but it was nice to see the admiration in their
eyes.
She did as he asked, turning slowly. She looked up into
Master G’s eyes when she turned his way. He wasn’t actually looking at her. His
gaze was firmly on her breasts. She kept turning, and then Master K brought up
a hand and gestured for her to come.
She felt her nipples harden, her breath get ragged. She
moved to him, stepping between his spread legs. He occupied the sofa like it
was a throne. His hands came out, cupping her hips.
“You know your safe word. You use it if you need to. I can
be pretty intense, but I assure you I will honor your safe word,” he promised.
He was a gorgeous man. His hair was long enough that it
curled around his ears. It was thick and looked soft and golden. She wanted to
run her hands through it, but this wasn’t the time.
“I will, Sir,” she replied and stepped back so she could
place herself over his lap.
It was a comfy lap. He was a big guy, and she fit perfectly.
She gently gripped his ankle as his hands ran over the globes of her ass.
“You have a lot to offer us, Red.” His voice was throaty,
filled with desire. He eased the bottom of the shapewear up and over her
backside.
“Yes, you do,” Master G agreed.
“But you have to learn how to follow the rules.” Master K’s
hand ran over her naked skin. Warmth spread through her. Then it was gone and
she heard the spank before she felt it. The smack crashed through the quiet
room and then she groaned as the sensation hit. She wasn’t sure why this made
her feel alive, but it did. It made her heart race and breath quicken. It made
her nipples ache and pussy soften. The pain made her grit her teeth and then
sigh as the heat took over.
He meant that smack, and it did everything to her.
“Where are you, Red?” Master G stood somewhere behind them,
likely watching carefully.
It was funny they were calling her Red for her hair because
that word meant something different in the D/s world, and she wasn’t even
close. “I’m green, Sir. Master K seems to have a hard hand, and that’s what I
like.”
Another hard smack and she felt arousal start to pulse
through her veins. And another.
“You will obey, Red. We are your owners. This beautiful body
belongs to us.” He punctuated every sentence with another smack that kept
tugging her along, making her want more.
Another smack.
“I think I want to see what they taught you,” Master K
announced after peppering her cheeks with another three smacks. “That’s ten,
and it’s time to move on. You need to show us you’re worth the money so we can
help you with your problems.”
She slid off his lap, Master G helping her up. When she was
standing, his hands went to the bottom of her shapewear and he peeled it off
her, revealing the fact that she wasn’t wearing anything under it.
It felt so good. She hadn’t realized how tight it was, how
caged she felt in it.
Master K stood and traced the lines where the straps had dug
in. “I don’t like this. But I do like this.”
He leaned over and kissed her neck, sending shivers down her
spine and lighting up her skin.
He moved in, and she could feel Master G behind her. He took
up the other side of her neck.
Yeah, this was nice. This was like being surrounded with
longing and desire and something warm she didn’t want to name.
When Master K put his lips on hers, she opened, offering him
everything. His tongue slid along hers, sending a thrill straight to her pussy.
He kissed her over and over, his hands moving on her skin.
All the while Master G let his lips slide along her shoulder
and up her neck. He smoothed his tongue along the shell of her ear. “We’re
going to make a meal out of you, Red. It’s what I’ve wanted from the moment I
saw you in the…in the academy. Neither one of us wanted to bid on anyone but
you.”
She got the feeling Master G wasn’t as invested in the role
play as his friend, but he was trying and that was all she needed. When Master
K stepped back, she allowed Master G to move her and have his turn.
Turns. The word should make her feel dirty, but it didn’t.
Maybe it was the fact that she knew a relationship like this could work. Maybe
it was because her parents weren’t real big on shame. The idea of them taking
turns threatened to set her on fire.
Of course, if they had more time, they wouldn’t have to take
turns. They could take her at the same time. One in her pussy, one in her ass.
The thought stoked her desire even higher.
Master G dominated her mouth, his tongue dancing with hers.
She heard Master K doing something behind them, but she didn’t know what it was
until she looked at him.
He took off his shirt, and there was a gorgeous chest. There
were some scars, but they did nothing to mar his perfection. Broad shoulders
and strong arms. He had the kind of abs one couldn’t get in a gym. The man
worked, and she liked that. His brown eyes seemed darker than before, filled
with his will.
“Like I said, I want to see what they taught you.” Master K
held out a hand. She placed hers in it and he drew her close. He was a good
five inches taller than she was, and he loomed in the sexiest way. “I want you
on your knees in front of Master G. I want to see you use that sweet mouth on
him. Can you do that for me?”
Could she lick and suck and enjoy what was likely a very
nice cock? She realized she hadn’t merely missed the orgasms that came with
sex. She missed the intimacy and the play. Missed the service part of D/s. It
filled something inside her that she hadn’t realized was missing.
“Yes, Sir,” she assured him in a perfectly calm voice that
belied her excitement. This was exactly what she needed before the next few
weeks of confessions and lawyers and dealing with crap she didn’t want to deal
with.
Master K let his eyes roam over her body. “You’re gorgeous.
I want to tell you that you don’t need shapewear, but that’s your call, baby.
But you should know you’re gorgeous with and gorgeous without it.”
Oh, she could get into him. She leaned into the role play so
she didn’t fall further for this man who seemed to know exactly what to say.
“The academy taught us to always try to achieve perfection when it comes to
being attractive to our Masters.”
“Perfection is boring,” Master K replied. “I would have you
real and here with us. Now get on your knees and show me what they taught you.”
She turned and looked at Master G, who had managed to get
out of his clothes and stood before her in all his glory. And he had a lot of
glory. He was taller than Master K, a bit leaner, but no less muscular. Like
the difference between a linebacker and a swimmer. Both incredibly hot in their
own ways. Two different gorgeous versions of masculinity.
“I’ve only ever practiced on toys, Sir.” She sank to her
knees and kept her voice slightly nervous. Although she was nervous. It had
actually been a long time since she served her Master in this way. The truth
was she never had more than a temporary Dom for play. “I might be terrible.”
Master G’s generous lips turned up in a smile, and his hand
came out to stroke her hair. “I can walk you through it.”
“But not until she’s undressed.” Master K walked up behind
her.
Before she could argue that she didn’t have anything else
she could take off, she felt his hand in her hair, twisting out the pins and
releasing it. It flowed around her shoulders, brushing the tops. He was right.
This was better. She felt sexy and primal. She felt like a sexual being with
none of her normal worries.
All that mattered right now was pleasing these two men.
“Yes, that’s lovely,” Master G said. “All that hair is
beautiful.”
Her hair was wild. Always had been. As a child she didn’t
care, let it flow wherever it wanted. As an adult she carefully maintained it,