Three-way Tie (6 page)

“You look beautiful attached to my cross, your nipples and your cunt clamped.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“How does that clamp feel on your clit?”

“Honestly, Sir, it hurts.”

He nodded. “And your nipples? How do they feel?”

“Very sore, Sir.”

“Exactly what I wanted to hear.” He crossed to a cabinet, opened the door and selected a small gag.

He saw her eyes widen.

“This wasn’t on your hard limits list.”

“No, Sir.”

“With your right hand, show me your safe signal.”

She turned her right thumb down.

“That’s clear enough. Open your mouth.”

Her breaths were ragged as he inserted the gag and fastened the buckle behind her head.

“Show me your safe signal again.”

. She turned her right thumb down.

Satisfied, he returned to the cabinet and selected a vibrator. He filled it with fresh batteries then tested its power. The bullet hummed to life. He turned off the switch and returned to her.

“I’m going to drive you to the edge of an orgasm, again and again,” he explained. “And you will not be allowed to come. Any climax will be punished; you’ll spend several hours alone thinking about it. Mark my words, sub, if you come without permission any time in the next few minutes, you’ll be lucky if we allow you to come before you go home. Do you understand?”

Her gaze was focused on the vibrator.

“Look at me.” With his free hand he tipped back her chin and repeated the question. “Do you understand what I just said?”

Chapter Three

He held her chin and her gaze prisoners. With the gag inserted, she couldn’t really swallow.

She was helpless.

This weekend was already more than she’d ever experienced. Having two men dominate her, both implacable in their unique ways, put her system on overload. Now this?

She understood that she’d screwed up badly. Arguing was also against the rules. She generally didn’t have trouble controlling her sexual reactions. In fact, it was usually the opposite. Getting turned on, staying turned on, was her biggest challenge…well, that and not yawning from boredom.

But with these two men? She’d been horny since Master Eric had cut off her thong and exposed her pussy.

Each man’s words, their skilful touches made her hotter and hotter.

Earlier, when he’d sucked on her clamped nipple, sensations she’d never felt before had arced through her.

Her body had throbbed with demand.

Instantly, she’d been on the jagged edge.

Focused on what she wanted and needed, she’d ignored Master Rafael’s rules. She hadn’t forgotten, exactly, she just hadn’t wanted to be subjected to them when she was so needy. When he’d remained firm, she hadn’t wanted to accept his denial.

His punishment had been swift. In retrospect, it probably hadn’t been too harsh, even though it had stung like hell.

Being spanked was one thing. Being bound, gagged, clamped and hearing the buzz of the vibrator was much worse. She knew he was going to make her wish the spanking had been the only consequence for her behaviour.

He came closer and she fruitlessly tried to pull away.

She’d been attached to a St Andrew’s cross before, but it had been a completely different experience.

A previous boyfriend who’d dominated her had secured her to one at the Dallas club. But she’d faced the structure. He’d gently used his hand on the fleshy part of her buttocks. She’d told him what to do and he’d done it. No one had ever gagged her.

“I asked you a question.”

She nodded.

“You understand that if you come without permission, you may not be allowed to again?”

She nodded. She could drown in the depths of his gaze.

He continued to hold her chin with his large, strong fingers. He refused to let her hide.

“Do you want the clamp removed from your clit?”

Having the nasty pinching metal removed would burn, but it would only last a few moments. She nodded.

“The nipple clamps will stay,” he told her.

She expected him to remove the one from her pussy right away, but he didn’t. Instead, without looking, he flicked on the vibrator.

She had one like it at home and knew its power. With the right fantasy, she could come in less than five minutes.

She felt her
 
clit throb in anticipation.

Master Eric entered the room. He moved behind the cross, where she couldn’t see him.

“There’s a bottle of lube over there.” Master Rafael used his thumb to indicate the cupboard he meant.

She’d promised herself she wouldn’t leave before Sunday night, but now she wasn’t so sure.

Master Rafael released her and knelt in front of her.

She heard something that could have been the squirt of lube.

Oh God.

Master Rafael held the vibrator near her, but he didn’t touch her with it.

Then she felt Master Eric at her rear, either with his finger or with a small plug. The lube felt cold. She instinctively clenched her buttocks to deny him entry. He slapped her right hip as Master Rafael touched her with the vibrator.

She screamed behind the gag.

Having the vibrator and the clamp on her pussy was more than she could bear.

The sensation was too intense, startling, painful.

Master Rafael reached up and tugged on the chain running between her breasts. Master Eric continued his assault on her rear.

The men overwhelmed her.

She clenched her hands into fists. Tears stung her eyes as she yanked and strained against her bondage.

Abruptly Master Rafael released the clit clamp.

Blood rushed back to the area. The pain swamped her and she sagged forward. Master Eric took advantage of the opportunity to work a finger completely into her anus. She jerked helplessly.

Master Rafael once again applied the vibe to her pussy.

God!

She’d never in her life needed to come more.

She squeezed her eyes closed, trying to shut out the exquisite torment.

Master Eric finger-fucked her ass while her other Dom applied the vibrator. He alternated his strokes, some glancing, some with direct pressure.

She was being driven mad.

Her stomach knotted. She
had
to come.

She sought Master Rafael’s gaze, but he didn’t look at her, seemingly focused exclusively on her cunt. “Breathe deeply,” one of the men—Master Eric?—advised.

“Think about your last vacation or the bills you need to pay,” Master Rafael coached as he removed the bullet. “Distract yourself.”

She felt something at the entrance to her vagina.

This wasn’t possible! They took away one form of pleasure only to replace it with another.

Her mouth was full and her jaw ached. Master Eric was repeatedly inserting a finger—maybe two if the pressure was anything to go by—into her ass and now into her pussy.

“Do not come,” Master Rafael ordered as he once again placed the vibrator on her swollen clit.

How could she not orgasm?

Everything they were doing was carefully orchestrated and timed to make her come.

Her body jerked.

They continued their sensual assault, and she was losing control. Her breaths were ragged. She forced herself to breathe, to think about everything that would need to be done at the diner when she got back. Although her uncle owned the place, he preferred to cook and yell at the other workers, so she managed the day-to-day details on his behalf. She would have a small stack of bills to pay and she’d have to contact her suppliers for fresh fruit. Honeydew. Maybe watermelon? Grapes made a lovely garnish for egg dishes. And did they have enough coffee for next weekend’s rush? Cream. They’d need more cream for sure.

Master Rafael yanked on her chain, dragging her back to the present.

She all but panted.

If she could speak, she’d be begging…either for release or for them to let her go.

As it was, unless she wanted to use her safe signal, she was trapped.

She whimpered as she tried to spit out the hated gag. “Please, please, please,” she mumbled, desperate for them to understand her. She was so close to an orgasm she wasn’t sure there was anything she could do to prevent it.

Suddenly they stopped tormenting her.

Master Eric removed his fingers from her body. Master Rafael turned off the vibrator and released his grip on her clamps.

Her head lolled forward, and she her body sagged forward in relief. “Thank you,” she murmured, even though she knew they didn’t understand her words. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, Sirs.” She was sincere in her gratitude. Another few seconds and she would have been lost.

Before she fully recovered, Master Rafael flipped the switch back on and pressed the vibrator to her throbbing clit.

She pulled as far away from him as the wooden cross allowed but it wasn’t enough to escape that nasty little device.

She closed her eyes and recited her grocery list from the top.

When everything she knew was in danger of failing, he stopped.

“Well done,” he approved. “Lesson learnt?”

She opened her eyes and nodded vigorously.

Master Eric left the room. He returned a minute later with a damp cloth and offered it to Master Rafael. “Dinner will be in about fifteen minutes.”

Master Rafael nodded.

He wiped her pussy and ass with a bit too much pressure—intentionally—she was sure, leaving her somewhere between orgasm and pain.

He stood and reverse engineered her bondage, first removing the devious nipple clamps and then the despised red gag. She hated how indelicate it was and the helplessness of not being able to swallow properly.

Master Rafael, as a Dom who’d intentionally chosen to gag her, seemed unperturbed. He ran the pad of his thumb across the corners of her mouth.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“I was hoping I wouldn’t have to remind you of your manners.”

“No, Sir!”

Next, he released her wrists.

She slowly lowered her arms, waiting for circulation to return.

He bent to unfasten her ankles. As he stood, he slapped her cunt. “For good measure.”

She sucked in a breath. “Thank you, Sir,” she managed through gritted teeth.