He licks up the center of my core, and I cry out. “My King!”
I thrash in the restraints, wanting to touch him badly. I’m so caught up in the feelings Synn’s pulling from me I don’t realize there’s a mouth suctioned to my breast—while Synn is still licking me between my legs.
“What the fuck?” I gasp out loud. “Who...?”
“Bad girl,” Synn growls, biting my clit.
I feel the blindfold lifted from my eyes, and blink several times. Hunter leans over me. “Holy fuck...”
He laughs. “Now, now Pretty Girl. My rules are this: You call me Daddy and only speak when asked to. Use the safe word, red, if you need to.”
I'm a trembling mess of arousal and need. I suck in a breath, nodding.
They’re both going to dominate me. Oh my fucking God.
I’m unshackled from the table, and Hunter sets me on my feet. He pushes on my lower back.
“Bend over the table,” he orders, his voice huskier than usual.
I do as he says. My ass is rubbed gently by four hands, and I whimper. It’s smacked with a loud thwack, then again—several more times, in quick succession.
“Say ‘thank you, King’,” Synn commands.
“And count after every smack,” Hunter adds.
I groan, the sting of the spankings bringing me higher. I wait for the next one.
Something besides a hand hits me right across both ass cheeks, and I brokenly gasp, “One. Thank you, King and Daddy.”
“Good girl,” Hunter praises. “That’s a flogger, Pretty Girl. If it becomes too much, say the safe word.”
I have no plans of using that word. I want to see where this goes. Though if I’m not allowed to come soon, I might explode.
Another lick from the flogger comes. “Two, thank you, Daddy. And King.”
They spank me eight more times, each time stinging more than the last. I wince, but the pain is turning into pleasure. I’m panting by the time they finish.
Hunter lifts me, carrying me to the bed. He slowly strips off his clothes, laying on my left side. Synn sinks down on my right.
“You’ve been so good, Pazessca. You deserve to feel good now,” Synn murmurs.
Hunter parts my legs wide, placing my feet onto the mattress. I'm more splayed out this way, knees touching the bed in a butterfly position.
Hunter attacks my breasts, licking and sucking. He switches from breast to breast, and my hands come up to thread in his messy blonde hair.
Meanwhile, my wicked Synn slides his fingers through my drenched pussy, settling on my sensitive clit. His other hand spears me with two fingers, thrusting in and out.
All I can do is moan. No words are forming in my brain.
“Can you take more, Pazessca?” Synn asks.
“Yes, my King.”
Another finger breaches my entrance, stretching me more. “You will take more—as much as I give,” Synn commands, no room for argument in his tone.
I can’t help but gasp as another finger enters me. It's Hunter’s this time.
“Too much,” I choke out.
