Very satisfied

Very satisfied

My throat went dry. “Umm…” I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt him begin.

“Breathe, Princess. Let go,” Michael encouraged from between my thighs.

The toy slid in easily but stretched me more than I expected. It made me feel full, almost heavy. And even though it was still slimmer than the thick length I held in my hand, doubt clawed at me. Could I really take more than this? Would they be disappointed if I could not? Would that change everything between us?

Just as nerves began to climb through me, Michael’s mouth closed around my most sensitive spot, and his tongue moved in a rhythm that made my body tense with pleasure. I tried to ignore the strange fullness at my backside and instead focused on running my tongue slowly up the length of his cock, from the base all the way to the tip. It twitched against my palm, and Michael groaned into me.

The position was exciting but distracting. Each time I tried to take him deeper into my mouth, his tongue dragged me back into sensation, stroking and circling until I lost concentration completely. Heat gathered quickly between my legs, and I forgot about worrying whether I might suffocate him. All I could do was push harder against his lips, begging for more of what he gave.

The toy inside me added another layer, pressing against me as Michael sucked and teased. The mix of pressure, his tongue working without pause, and the firm pull of his mouth made me moan around him. His hips jerked, and his groan vibrated through me.

“Do not forget,” Richard’s voice cut through the haze from the foot of the bed, “you are not allowed to finish.”

Michael’s reply came muffled against me. “Yeah, yeah. Blue balls it is.”

It did not take long before I was trembling. Everything combined, the taste of Michael filling my mouth, the naughty thrill of being on top of him, his tongue moving in slow waves, the plug stretching me, and Richard watching close by. Knowing his eyes were on us sent sparks through me.

At first, I thought Richard was only going to watch. But the sound of a condom tearing open told me otherwise. He had not forgotten this time.

I was seconds from falling apart when Michael used his hands to spread me wider, giving Richard a perfect view. Instead of feeling shy, I felt cherished, beautiful, safe in their hands.

Richard’s fingers skimmed down my spine, barely there, yet the light touch made my whole body jolt. He gripped my hips and pulled me back until I felt the heavy nudge of his cock pressing at my entrance. I managed to pull Michael out of my mouth just as Richard pushed inside in one hard stroke.

A cry tore from me at the mix of ache and pleasure. My body could barely keep up, Michael’s tongue still relentless against my clit, the toy filling me from behind, Richard pounding deep into my core. Hands everywhere, their bodies caging mine, their scent thick in the air, the salt of Michael still on my tongue.

I had thought I was in control, that I was punishing them. But with Richard inside me, it was clear he held all the power. I needed something to bite down on, and instead of Michael, I grabbed a pillow and sank my teeth into it.

Richard did not let up. He pulled out slowly only to slam back in harder, each thrust brushing against my cervix until sparks danced in my vision. Each time I thought he might push me forward, Michael’s strong arms locked me in place, holding me steady like restraints. The sweet ache built into a raging fire, my legs trembling uncontrollably.

They kept me grounded when I thought I would fall apart. Michael, almost cruel in his patience, would pause just before I could let go, leaving me throbbing, desperate for release. I could feel his gaze on me, watching Richard’s every movement from the closest possible angle. Judging by the way his cock jerked in my hand, he was enjoying every second of the show.

I gave up trying to take Michael in my mouth. Instead, I just held him, stroking him when I remembered, but most of my focus had turned inward. The pleasure and the small edge of discomfort were so intense that it felt like everything was crashing over me at once. My arms shook until I could no longer hold myself up, and my chest rested against the hard ridges of Michael’s stomach.

“Now,” Richard commanded.

I thought he was speaking to me, but his order was for Michael. In an instant, Michael closed his mouth fully around my clit, sucking with deep pressure, while Richard drove harder into me, his pace fierce and demanding. At the same time, his thumb pressed against the toy, nudging and circling until it shifted inside me.

A scream tore out of me as release slammed through. I buried my face in the pillow to muffle the sound, but they did not stop.

That was when I realised I was being punished too, pleasured beyond reason, without a moment to recover. Michael did not let up on the sensitive nub he was devouring, and Richard kept thrusting until his own control slipped. Each wave of climax hit me harder, one after another, until my body was shaking and raw. Finally, Richard pulled out with a curse under his breath.

Michael finished with a slow, deliberate lick that made me twitch before he carefully rolled me to my side. I collapsed, trembling from head to toe. Richard moved me onto my back and lowered himself for a deep kiss. I broke away, gasping for air, unable to catch my breath. His smile was soft, though his face still carried a strain he could not hide. “Are you satisfied with our punishments, madam?”

I lifted my head just enough to glance at Michael. His chin glistened, and he exaggeratedly smacked his lips as if he had just eaten the best dessert in the world.

A teasing reply nearly slipped out of me, I wanted to say, “What, only once?” But my body throbbed too much to joke. My thighs were soaked, my clit sore from Richard’s rough rhythm, and my muscles were so weak I could hardly move. The toy was still inside me, and though it felt heavy, I did not want either of them touching me again to take it out. I had nothing left to give.

So instead of sarcasm, I let out a hoarse breath and admitted, “Very satisfied.”