I started moving, deep strokes that made her cry out with each thrust. I could feel every pulse of her arousal, every clench of her muscles as she fought not to come without permission.
“You want to come?” I asked, my voice rough.
“Yes, Sir, please, please let me come.”
“Not yet.” I increased my pace, fucking her harder.
The table creaked with the force of my thrusts, and she was making sounds I’d never heard before. Pure animal need.
“Babygirl, be a good girl and come for me.”
“Yeeees!” she screamed out as she succumbed to my demand.
I pushed her through one orgasm, then another, each one making her tighter around me, each one pulling more desperatesounds from her throat. By the third one, I was close to losing control of myself.
“One more,” I commanded. “Give me one more, and this time I’ll come with you.”
“I can’t,” she sobbed. “It’s too much.”
“Yes, you can.” I reached up and gripped the chain connecting the nipple clamps. “And you will.”
I waited until I felt her start to climb again, felt her pussy beginning to flutter around me. Then I released both clamps simultaneously. The rush of blood back into her nipples combined with another deep thrust sent her over the edge. She came so hard she nearly bucked me off, screaming my name, her whole body convulsing.
Her pussy clenched around me rhythmically, milking me, and I lost my control. I came deep inside her with a roar, my vision whiting out from the intensity of it. We stayed frozen like that for a moment, both of us shaking, both of us gasping for air. Then slowly, I pulled out and immediately began unhooking her restraints. Her legs lowered carefully, the chains releasing. Her wrists were freed from the cuffs.
She lay there boneless and gasping, covered in a sheen of sweat and dried wax and my release.
And then her head turned, and she looked at where Majesty sat. I followed her gaze.
He was wound tight as a bowstring, his hand gripping his erection through his jeans, his eyes dark and hungry. He’d watched everything, and it had clearly affected him.
“Sir?” Cami’s voice was rough but clear. “May I service him too?”
Something hot shot through me at the request. “You want to?”
“Yes, Sir. Please. I want to taste him.”
I looked at Majesty, saw the need written across his face. “What do you think, brother? You want her mouth?”
“Fuck yes,” Majesty growled, already standing and stripping off his jeans.
I helped Cami sit up, checking her wrists and ankles for any marks, making sure she was steady. Then I guided her to her knees on the padded floor.
“Go ahead,” I told her. “Show him what that pretty mouth can do.”
Majesty moved to stand in front of her, his dick already hard and ready. Cami looked up at him with those beautiful, submissive eyes and opened her mouth.
He groaned as she took him in, her lips stretching around his girth. I watched from my position beside them, my cock already starting to harden again despite having just come.
“That’s it, baby,” Majesty encouraged, his hand gentle in her hair. “Take me deeper.”
She did, relaxing her throat and taking him further. I could see her working him with skill and enthusiasm, clearly enjoying having him in her mouth.
“She’s so good at this,” Majesty said to me, his voice strained. “So fucking good.”
I reached down and stroked my steadily hardening cock, watching them together. Watching her submit to him the way she’d just submitted to me. Watching her take pleasure in serving him.
“I’m close,” Majesty warned. “Where do you want me to come?”
