"Yes, Sir."
"Good." I then feel Marco grab my chin and tilt my head up. "You are going to do as I say. And when I say 'you're going to therapy and get better', then I expect you to go. You're going to do it for us. You're going to do it for you. You're going to do it for Violet. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"You may speak freely."
"I'll go. I promise. I want to." I can feel Jay give my hand a firm squeeze in solidarity.
"Good girl. Now turn around and get on all fours, elbows down. Expose yourselves to me."
We quickly turn around and get into the humiliating position, but damn it all, if that's not exactly what I want. My feet dangle off the foot of my platform bed as Jay reaches for my fingers again. I love having this connection with him. My sub partner. He understands me—they both do.
"Do you trust me, princess?"
Without a doubt. "Yes, Sir. I trust you."
"Then I'm not going to explain what's coming next. You have the power to stop. Employ it."
"Yes, Sir."
I hear him step away to grab something and a second later I feel him gliding his large hand over my hind end. "You two are so beautiful together."
Slap!
Jay and I both whoosh out a muffled gasp as the sting from Marco's spank permeates my skin.
Then I feel both hands grab my thighs as the slick warmth of his tongue glides from my clit to my back entrance. He's gentle with his mouth, but all I want is to feel the pain and escape. But I know what he's doing. Some might call it teasing… but what he's really doing is heightening my sensitivity. Like an erection, my blood converges to my core, desperate for more tingling sensations. His feather light breath mixed with soft, deliberate kisses drives me wild.
I don't even realize I have a death grip on Jay until Marco pulls away briefly. He returns a moment later and starts to flick my clit. My lips. I feel him gently tug at my labia and—
"Fuck!" I yip as I feel a precise and painful pinch—no, it's not releasing—it's a clamp? He pulls another section of my labia and does the same thing. By the fifth clamp I can feel the sweat beading on my back. My breathing is shallow and inconsistent as I try to inhale past the glorious pain.
He runs a thick finger through my wet center and inserts it slowly until he reaches that rough spot on my inner wall. He strokes it once—twice—three times, driving me mad, and then exits.
His jean-clad legs press against me, his erection prominent, as he leans over me. His weight against the clamps brings another level of pain as he forces his finger inside my mouth. Without pause, I eagerly suck my slick off his fingers.
With his other hand, he grabs hold of my neck and growls, "You taste so sweet when you obey me, don't you? When you let me hurt you."
Vigorously I nod, while still licking his fingers like a greedy animal.
"Your pain comes from me and me alone, do you understand?"
I swear I'm halfway to subspace already because I can't remember why I'm even here. All I know is I will do anything he wants me to because in every way, Iknowhe'll take care of me.
I nod again and whimper.
"Good." He lifts his warm, hard body away from mine. "Now stay right here. Our prince has been so patient. You did such a good job at warming him up, princess."
I wish I could see what's going on because the sight of Marco and Jay together sets me on fire. Whether they're just kissing, in a scene, or making love, my entire body is burning.
Soon enough, I hear Jay let out his own cry as I hear the same small, squeaking sound of the clamps biting down.
Oh my god, are they on his balls? His taint? Thighs?
He grabs my hand with both of his and kisses them. I can feel our pain-induced sweat mingling as the sides of our bodies press against each other.
Then I hear the tell-tale sound of lube being pumped and then a low groan. "Yes. Thank you, Sir."
