She complied immediately, and he began wrapping her wrists with practiced efficiency. The black rope contrasted beautifully against her skin as he bound her to the headboard, checking the tension carefully.
“Too tight?” he asked.
“No, Sir. Perfect.”
I moved to the foot of the bed, running my hands up her calves. “Spread your legs wider.”
She did, and I could see the wet spot already forming on her panties. She was soaked.
“So eager.” I traced one finger up her inner thigh, stopping just short of where she needed me. “Tell me, Cami. How many times did you almost break? Almost touch yourself?”
“Too many to count, Sir.”
“But you didn’t.” Majesty settled beside her on the bed, his hand sliding across her stomach. “Even when it hurt and you were desperate. You waited for us.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“That kind of obedience deserves to be rewarded.” I hooked my fingers in the sides of her panties and slowly pulled them down, exposing her completely. “Fuck, look at how wet you are.”
“That’s all for us,” Majesty said, his fingers trailing between her breasts. “She’s dripping.”
I spread her legs wider, positioning myself between them. “I’m going to taste you now. And you’re not allowed to come until we say. Understood?”
“But I’m so close already.”
Cami sounded unsure, but I needed her to trust that I had her. “I know.” I leaned in, my breath ghosting over her wet flesh. “That’s what makes it fun.”
I licked a long stripe up her center, and she cried out, her hips bucking against the restraints. She was sensitive. So fucking sensitive that every touch made her shake.
“Hold still,” I commanded, gripping her thighs firmly. “If you move again, I’ll stop.”
She whimpered but forced her body to still. I rewarded her with another long lick, then focused on her clit, circling it with my tongue.
Above her, Majesty was working her breasts with his hands and mouth. Pinching, sucking, biting just hard enough to make her gasp.
“Please,” she begged. “I need to come. Please let me come.”
“No.” I pulled back slightly. “You come when we say. Not before.”
I returned to my task, bringing her right to the edge with my tongue before pulling back. Over and over. Each time she got close, I stopped.
“Lex, please. I can’t. I can’t take anymore.”
“Yes, you can.” I slid two fingers inside her, and she was so wet they slipped in easily. “You’re going to take everything we give you. Aren’t you, Cami?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I curved my fingers, finding that spot inside her that made her see stars, and worked it ruthlessly while my tongue returned to her clit.
“She’s close,” Majesty observed, his hand wrapping around her throat gently. Not squeezing, just resting there. A reminder of his presence. “I can feel her pulse racing.”
“Don’t you dare come,” I warned against her flesh.
I felt her fighting it, felt her whole body tensing as she tried to hold back the orgasm building inside her. I pushed her harder, my fingers moving faster, my tongue more insistent.
“Please,” she sobbed. “Please, I can’t hold it. Please let me come.”
I looked up at Majesty. He nodded.
