His wide mouth spreads into a promising grin, and he pops his button while holding my gaze. When I attempt to break eye contact to see what he's revealing, he grips my throat, tilting my chin back up.
With his free hand, he grabs ahold of my wrist and slips my fingers into his jeans. “There's more than one way to see.”
His skin is silky smooth beneath my touch, and he releases a low groan as I wrap my fingers around him. I drag my hold up his shaft, only to encounter a row of piercings.
Each barbell ends with tiny arrows instead of balls. When I loosen my hold, he wraps his fingers around mine, tightening my fist around him. The arrows press into my palm, and he ruthlessly drags our fingers up to his tip.
He hisses in pain and then encourages me to fist him all the way back to his growing knot.
“That's it, Bunny, pleasure and pain,” he pants, his breath becoming ragged as I repeat the motion without his help the second time. His precum soaks my hand with each stroke. He drops his head back, losing eye contact, his throat bobbing and his teeth clenching.
My stomach bottoms out at the power he's handed me, quite literally. And I drop my gaze to his steely length. How much can I get away with?
Wade catches my attention as he leans back on his heels, looking up at us with lust parting his lips, and I wish I could see his whole face, but he’s replaced the mask. I settle for lifting my foot and grazing his obvious hard-on through his jeans. He settles his hand over my foot, not stopping me or guiding me, just following my movements.
Ozwald’s fingers tighten on my neck before flowing up and tilting my head back to him. The light shining in the depths of his eyes is pure animal, the wolf mask painting the perfect picture of a barely contained beast. He thumbs my lower lip, hisown mouth parting as he does. Then he presses the digit into my mouth. A slightly salty, yet sweet, taste buzzes through my tastebuds. As he watches my lips with heavy-lidded eyes I can see the second he snaps, losing control of his lust.
He trails a wet path with his thumb over my cheek as his hand moves to cup the back of my neck. Then he tugs me forward. His crown bumps my chin, and I break eye contact to shift slightly so I can taste him. Sweet, almost reminiscent of vanilla, and a sort of woodsy flavor bursts on my tongue. My toes curl over Wade’s length and both of them moan at the same time.
Do I know what I’m doing? Absolutely not, but they are enjoying it enough to let me continue. So I swirl my tongue around Oz’s swollen head. His fingers grip my neck as he holds me still and pushes forward. The barbells feel strange as they pass my lips, and I wonder how they will feel inside of me. The arrows aren’t painful; they just stick out far enough to graze my cheeks as I hollow them around him.
“Look at me, Bunny,” Oz commands. I lift my eyes to his, and he growls. “I like your innocent mouth wrapped around me. Feels so good.”
I hum around him, earning me another growl and a deeper thrust. My eyes water as he bumps the back of my throat and I instinctively graze him with my teeth. He hisses, his fingers curling into the hair at the base of my neck.
“That’s it, pain and pleasure,” he praises me.
While Oz fucks my mouth, Wade shifts my foot out of his lap, and I can hear him unzipping and the sound of his jeans moving.
When I attempt to shift my gaze to Wade, Oz tugs on my hair, “Eyes on me.”
The sensation of something dragging over my stomach, not soft enough to be the feathers from Wade’s mask, but not feeling like one single item. Instead, it feels like a bunch of soft leatherwith knots on the ends. Wade lifts it from my skin and snaps it lightly back to my belly. A tiny sting jolts my abs, clenching the muscle tight before releasing. He does it again, the tips smacking my sensitive nipple, and I gasp around Oz, and he thrusts deeper.
Wade follows his path of whatever whip he is using, soothing the sting with his mouth. He’s removed his shirt, because soft chest hair grazes my skin as he looms over me. I can feel his eyes on me seconds before another slap stings against my flesh. My whole body shudders with pain, followed by pleasure. It feels as if they are conditioning me to crave them both together.
And I’m positive Ozwald’s original words will hold true. I’m going to regret signing that NDA once this night is through because even if this is just sex, it’s the best I’ve ever experienced.
Oz slips from my lips. He strokes my cheek just below my mask with an almost loving touch. “When I come, it will be inside of you,” he says.
As if his words are all Wade needs to hear, he leans back again and says, “Kneel on the stool, Sugar, then lean forward.” He pats the leather bench they were preparing when I came in.
Without hesitation, I kneel on the stool and lean against the bench attached. They adjust me like I’m a doll, strapping my ankles spread wide, a belt around my middle to secure me to the actual bench, and leather cuffs around my wrists, holding me to the front legs. Once I’m not going anywhere, Wade circles into my view, the blindfold hanging from his fingers. His shirt is hanging open, and he’s wearing a pair of boxers that strain against his length.
“This will make the other sensations more intense,” he explains as he kneels down to my level. “Do you remember your words, Sugar?”
“Yes,” I say.
“Good girl, what are they?”
I wet my lips as he watches me. “Yellow to slow down. Grandma to stop.”
His mouth quirks up into a smirk. “Good.”
The satisfied tilt of his lips is the last thing I see before he wraps the blindfold around my mask and face, tying it securely behind my head. It feels like a full minute of laying on the bench exposed, with none of them touching me.
Anticipation builds to a crescendo inside of my chest, to the point of when the smack of the whip hitting my ass cheek has me crying out loudly. The sensation is a million times stronger than before. But not painful. No, it has slick almost gushing out of me.
Fuck that’s embarrassing. I whimper when silence builds again. And then, just like before, another slap on the other cheek. If I weren’t strapped to the bench, I would have jerked off of it. The third lands quickly, followed by a soothing palm. They seem to work together, one with the whip and the other with the soft touch.
