Ewan tests the flexible silicone in his hands, then tries a couple of experimental slaps against his thigh. “She prefers a good, hard spanking. I’ve used heavier on her. But these will do, I think.” He grins at David. “After all, I seem to remember someone once telling me it’s really all in the wrist action.”
“Good. Glad you remembered that. Shows my efforts weren’t wasted on you.” He turns to me. “We really shouldn’t keep your little sub waiting.”
“Indeed.” Ewan moves to stand behind me. I’m straining my neck to keep him in view. I know David has taken up a similar position on the other side, though I can’t see him. “This isn’t a punishment, Charity. You only need to say when you’ve had enough and we’ll stop. So, are you ready?”
“Yes, sir. Except, I wonder…”
He waits, patient. I fall silent, unsure if I should continue.
“You wonder what, Charity?”
“I want to come, sir. Now. Could you… one of you…?”
“You want one of us to finger-fuck you before your spanking? Is that it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I don’t see any problem with that. David? Would you?”
I cry out in blessed relief as two thick fingers sink into my waiting pussy. I writhe my hips in appreciation, oblivious now to the weights pulling at my tits. I tighten my inner muscles around the fingers rubbing my G-spot.
“I want her to come fast and hard. And Charity, look at me while it’s happening. Eyes on me, girl.”
“Sir, I…”
“Look at me.” The order is curt, the tone of authority unmistakeable. Disobedience is unthinkable. I open my eyes and lift my chin. Ewan is leaning against the other bedpost, the paddle still dangling from his fingers. His expression is stern. “Those are David’s fingers in your cunt, but I’m the one controlling what happens to you, and how it happens. Do you understand that?”
“Yes, sir. You’re in control.” I shiver as David’s fingers work their unerring magic inside me. My orgasm is building, unstoppable.
“Right. I’m in control, and I’ll take care of you. You know that too, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.” My pussy spasms around the skilled fingers, twisting and scissoring against my inner walls.
“Come now, girl. Come for me.”
“Yes, I… Aagh.” I lurch forward, and narrowly avoid losing my grip on the polished wood of the bed post as David pushes me past the point of no return. My body convulses, my hips bucking as the waves of pleasure sweep away all other considerations. Except for Ewan. Not once, not for one moment, through the perfect storm of pure sensation pulsing through me, not once do I break eye contact.
He has me. Absolutely.
“Greedy sub. You’re lucky I’m feeling so generous this evening. David has clearly had a civilising effect on me. Would you like to thank us for allowing you to come before you’ve earned so much as a tingle?”
“Thank you, sir. Both of you. Sirs.”
“You’re welcome.” This from David, who I note haspicked up his paddle and now seems ready to resume where they left off. Ewan also moves back into position behind me.
“So wet. Positively dripping. Such a hot, tight cunt. You’ll love being inside her. I always do.” Ewan’s voice is casual, his matter-of-fact style at odds with the intimacy of his observation.
“I’m thinking so too. Nice arse though. Are you sure you don’t want to swap?” David warms to the theme. They both seem content to take a few moments to compare notes on the relative merits of the differing parts of my anatomy. Somehow—I have no idea where I drag the resolve up from—I manage to remain still for their perusal.
My stomach lurches in apprehension. What if Ewan agrees to the switch? Could I do that? It’s only ever been Ewan—there.
“Quite sure. Her arse is mine. Only mine.” Ewan’s tone leaves no room for negotiation.
Thank God!
“Fair enough. I don’t blame you. So, are we ready?” David seems eager to make progress. I find I share his sentiment.
“Yeah.” Ewan pats my bottom. “Charity, I’ll just warm you up first, okay?”
