I'm woken briefly by being lifted off the floor, into the embrace of my Master's strong arms as he carries me into the bedroom, and places me in the middle of the massive superking bed, "Shhh Baby. Rest for a while. Sir and I will go and get us some food, and we'll be back soon. You're safe here," he adds with a kiss to my forehead, and I easily drift back off into a dreamless sleep…
…I'm not sure how long I nap for, but I wake ravenously hungry. I can smell something fucking delicious wafting into the room…holy crap, is that bacon??...and sit myself up on the bed. My tummy rumbles, and I immediately scoot to the edge of the bed, where a pink satin robe waits for me. I stand and wrap the robe around me, before shuffling over to the ensuite to freshen myself. After a quick clean, I look at myself in the mirror. My mascara has run down my cheeks and I look absolutely…wanton. Used. I smile at my reflection and decide to leave it exactly as it is. Oh, I certainly wouldn't go out in public like this, but I'm almost certain the two men waiting for me will appreciate the chaos of my once perfect makeup.
I make my way out of the bedroom, and see a feast laid out on the large marble table next to the kitchen…but no Master or Sir. I'm suddenly keenly aware that I'm being watched, and I slowly turn around, to see both men standing outside on the balcony with a drink in their hands. I'm pretty certain it's Scotch, highly likely not a cheap one either, and as I walk towards the door, I see a drink (definitely not Scotch) waiting for me on the bar. I smile and take the drink, Sir opens the balcony door for me, and I step outside.
They both have their pants back on - well, I guess one does when one leaves the hotel room - but neither have their shirt on, presenting me with an insane, swoon-worthy amount of muscular chest and arms. I take a deep sip of my drink, because my mouth is suddenly, incredibly dry. They smile and then both move in to give me a quick kiss on the cheek.
"How are you feeling Baby?" Master asks, patting me on my bottom.
"Hungry Master," my voice is husky, and it's not entirely because I just woke up. He chuckles, and clicks his glass against mine.
"You certainly look ravenous Kitty," Sir grins at me, "Ravenous and thoroughly ravished."
"I wouldn't quite say 'thoroughly' Sir," my sassy mouth kicks up in my signature smirk, and I truly wonder if maybe I am a bit of a Brat.
"We've got you some of your favourites to eat Baby, because you will likely need the energy," Master grins and takes a sip of his Scotch.
"I thought I smelled bacon, thank you Master, and thank you Sir," I drop my gaze respectfully, and am rewarded with a slow stroke of my hair.
"You deserve all the goodies Kitty," Sir croons, "Your Master is a very lucky man." I look up into his smiling blue eyes, and could honestly get lost in them if I let myself, but instead I blush and take another sip of my drink. It's perfect, naturally, and distractingly refreshing. I take another quick sip before turning back to my Master.
"May I eat now S…I mean, Master?" Still trying to wrap my head around these new dynamics. He nods and opens the door for me.
He really did get all of my favourites - a gloriously lavish looking thin crust pizza covered with chicken and bacon, spinach, mushrooms and feta; a plate of extra slices of perfectly cooked, crispy bacon!!; as well as a bowl of fresh strawberries. I place my drink on the the table, immediately take a piece of bacon, and proceed to enjoy it in all it's glory. Vegan I am not - sorry that I'm not sorry.
The men have remained outside - I can see they've already put a decent dent in the pizza. I take a plate and help myself to some of the food, though I leave the strawberries for now. I gather my drink and my plate, and move back out to the balcony, taking the seat that Sir pulls out for me at the breakfast table. We chat for a while about life and news, and inane non-sexual things while I eat - though there are certainly a few innuendos thrown in for good measure.
Once I'm finished eating (though not stupid enough to be completely full), Sir takes my empty glass and plate inside, returning with three fresh glasses, a bottle of champagne, and the bowl of strawberries. He expertly pops open the bottle, pours each of us a glass, and hands one to Master, and then to me. We raise our glasses and toast each other…and both men drain theirs. Oh, I'm not doing that. They look at me expectantly, and I merely take a very feminine sip, smiling at them cheekily over the rim of my glass. Unfortunately, this only causes them to grin at each other and stalk - stalk - towards me. I've literally just fallen into a trap, and I still have no idea exactly what that trap was.
"Hey!" I protest, as Master takes the glass from my hand and drains it himself, "What the fuck?!...I mean…shit…Master, wh-" any further protest is cut off as I am promptly picked up off the chair, and placed over his knee. Crap.
"Your Master's right Kitty," Sir drawls from behind me, "You are a saucy little minx." The robe is thrown up, revealing my ass, and before I can even blink, I've had two stinging slaps on each cheek. I'm still trying to process that shit, when there are hands kneading the sting into my ass. As I'm thinking 'this is incredibly, stupidly unfair!' I feel a finger slide down the crack of my ass, and then dipping into my traitorously wet pussy. I hear a huff of approval, before the finger is removed…only to be shoved into my horrified, gaping mouth.
'You know what, that's how you wanna play?' I think, and then bite down on the offending digit. I hear a curse, and then feel an immediate slap to the back of my thigh, "FUCK!" I yell, which causes my Master to laugh as he rubs the burn in.
"Do you need a ball gag Baby? Because I have one," he growls. Godammit. He knows I absolutely hate those.
"No Sir…" slap! "No Master! Fuckfuckfuckfuck…"
"Oh, we're gonna fuck you Baby, make no mistake. Are you going to behave yourself?"
I take some deep, not-so-calming breaths, and nod. 'Bastard.' I think, but absolutely do not say out loud.
"Did you just call me a bastard inside that sweet little mind of yours Baby?"
"No Master, of course not," I lie through my gritted teeth. I hear Sir snort, and seriously considered giving him the finger, but wisely think better of it. Instead, I do what any good girl would do in this situation - I flop. I let my body go limp, and huff out my frustration.
I'm lifted again, this time into Sir's arms, and the devilish smile on his face tells me I did exactly what they wanted - I submitted to their fucking Dominance. Fine. I can play their game. Sir sits down on another chair, sitting me up on his lap. I can't deny that the fact that they can just pick me up and put me where they want is actually kind of hot. I'm not tiny by any means, but they make me feel so petite…stupid, traitorous bitch hormones!
Sir has me sitting, facing my Master, with my ass against the very hard erection in his pants, and I smile slyly knowing I'm going to make a complete mess of them. My Master tilts his head at me, and I immediately wipe the smile from my face. I do, however, wiggle myself into a good position and Sir gives a satisfying grunt. He places his arms around mine, locking them in, but also still giving him free use of his hands, which he then uses to push my legs apart until they are dangling on the outside of his own legs, exposing me fully to my Master's watchful gaze.
Master stands from his own seat, and I can fully appreciate the proud erection tenting his pants. He's enjoying this. Perhaps a bit more than I would have expected. He places his hands on my knees, then begins slowly moving his hands up and down my exposed thighs, while still maintaining full eye contact, before lowering himself to his knees before me. I'd be an idiot if I said that didn't do it for me. My ass is hot, Sir's hard cock is nestled right in between my lips, pressing against my pussy, while he slowly pumps his hips behind me. My clit is right there, right in front of my Master's face, and he's still looking me right in the eyes. I literally can't look away. My breathing is ragged, and I'm silently begging him to take me in his mouth. One corner of his mouth kicks up in a sly smirk, and - not for the first time - I wonder if he can actually read my mind.
But instead of taking me in his mouth, and without breaking eye contact, he gently blows against my clit, sending intense shudders through my entire body, causing Sir to give a deep, primal growl behind me, which resonates straight, deep into my core. I lean my head back against Sir's shoulder and close my eyes, giving myself over to every sensation igniting throughout my body.
I gasp in shock as Master's mouth finally descends on my pussy, but the sensation that I feel is not what I expected. I feel coldness, and liquid bubbles exploding against my core…he must have taken a mouthful of champagne, which he's now using, along with his tongue, to massage my clit. Oh fuck. "Please Master, please," I can't help but beg.
I hear him swallow and take a deep breath, "You like that?" he whispers.
"Uh huh," Sir and I both say at the same time.
"Fuck you smell delicious Baby," Master growls, "I think you need to try some of this Sir." Wait, what? Next thing I know, Master has lifted me in a fireman's hold over his shoulder, before sitting himself back down in his chair, my arms are restrained again, and my legs pushed apart. Master takes a deep inhale through his nose up my neck, and my clit begins thumping at an increased tempo.
Sir kneels before me, a deep hunger etched into his features. I'm not sure he can be quite as restrained as my Master, but stranger things have happened. Instead of blowing on my clit though, Sir puts his nose right up to my pussy and takes a deep, slow sniff, before exhaling loudly through his mouth right onto my clit. Holy shit. "Holy shiiiiiit," he whispers, his eyes closing momentarily, before taking the glass of champagne from the table and taking a mouthful.
Once again, all of the nerves centred in and around my core are ignited by the feeling of the tiny bubbles exploding against them, while Sir takes long, leisurely strokes up and down my centre with his tongue, before swallowing.
"Do you know what would go really well with this Sir?" Sir directs to my Master, "Some juicy fucking strawberries."
Wait, what? Sir reaches out and takes a strawberry from the bowl, sucks it into his mouth, and then inserts it into my pussy. He's holding it by the stalk as he dips it in and out…and then pops it into his mouth! What the actual fuck?! He groans his satisfaction, and then takes another strawberry, dips it in and out…and then holds it up for my Master to eat. I can't believe what I'm witnessing right now…they're literally eating me out with strawberries. Can't lie, it's fucking hot.
Sir takes another strawberry, dips it in and out…and then holds it up to my mouth. You know what, fine. I take the strawberry, along with his fingers, and suck it into my mouth. He hisses as I let go, but not from pain, he just totally wasn't expecting that. I munch that strawberry, and fuck if it isn't juicy and delicious, "mmmmm," I moan, while looking him right in his eyes, then give him a wink. Submissive and pliant, I certainly am, but I'm also a sassy little bitch when required. His sexy-ass smile lights up his face, and he looks up over my shoulder at my Master, who I feel nod behind me. Then once again, I'm up, over the shoulder, another quick slap to my ass, and then we head inside…
