My breathing has finally evened out, I've floated back down to earth and landed on the comfiest bed…next to one of the sexiest men in the universe, who happens to be staring holes in my side-boob. I turn my head to look over at Sir, and have to hold my breath because the intensity of his stare is far more than I'd anticipated. Should I be…worried? Should Master? And then he smiles at me, time starts up again, and I offer a tired smile back.
"Hey," I whisper.
"Hey," he says back, and reaches out to tuck some hair behind my ear, "I could totally get used to this."
"Uh…" I start, not knowing what to actually say to that, when Master walks back into the room with 3 bottles of deliciously cold water. He passes one to Sir, then opens mine and passes it to me, before opening his own and taking a long, healthy swig. I sit myself up and lean back on the pillows at the head of the bed, drawing long and slow from my bottle - the water is perfectly cold, exactly what I need right now, and I close my eyes and moan as I feel it flow throughout my body.
"So fucking delicious," Sir whispers, but I have a feeling he's not talking about the water.
Master chuckles and puts his bottle down on the nightstand, "You're not wrong there Sir," he sits down next to me on the bed, and flicks my little kitty ears, "still wearing these Baby. I washed your plug if you want to get back in full costume," and grins, the smug bastard.
"Maybe later," I grumble, and they both snort, "I'd really like that shower now though Master," I say sweetly, blinking my eyelashes at him.
"Of course Baby, let us get everything ready for you…" Sir bounds up off the bed immediately, bounding off to the bathroom and I snigger. "I think he's quite taken with you Baby," Master says softly. I look up at him, and sense the deadly sins swirling around him. Gluttony. Pride. Lust. Greed. Envy. Wrath. But nothing about this man or his composure suggests that he is a Sloth in any sense of the word, except perhaps the slow, watchful stare that he is now holding me with. But it suggests a predatory hunger to me, more than anything else.
"Master, I…" I begin, but he shushes me with a finger against my lips.
"Don't be afraid Baby, I'm not mad. I trust him implicitly, otherwise I wouldn't have invited him here. Tonight is about you, and I knew he would give you what you need - give us what we need - but if he does make you feel uncomfortable at all…" he let the implications lie unsaid.
"I'm definitely not uncomfortable…actually, that's a lie. I'm only uncomfortable because I don't want it to upset you. I know you're very possessive of me, and I love that. I just don't want Sir to overstep any of your boundaries and try to get too close, I'd hate to see either of you hurt," and that was the truth. Not necessarily physically hurt, but egos can bruise very easily, and I didn't want them trying to alpha each other over me.
Master strokes my hair away from my face, then lays a light kiss on my forehead, before standing from the bed and offering me his hand, "I can hear the shower running, let's not keep Sir waiting," he says with a sly wink. I take his hand and follow him to the bathroom. I'm deliciously sore, not painfully so, but I'm shuffling more than walking.
I didn't notice the shower earlier when I had come into the ensuite - it's humongous. There's more than enough room for the three of us in there, there's even a bench seat, two large monsoon heads above, and two shower heads at either end - all of which have been turned on, and the bathroom is already full of steam. Sir stands by the door - I see he's already put out towels and robes for all three of us - and he opens it for me to enter, "Madam, your pleasure rain awaits," he smirks at me.
"Why thank you Sir," I say sweetly, and dip into a curtsy, before walking into the shower. The pressure of the water coming from so many different angles feels amazing against all the well-used muscles along my body. Then the also very well-used hands of my men - because that's 100% who they are now - are on my body, delectably massaging my shoulders and back, lathering my skin with beautifully lavender-scented bubbles. I close my eyes and let it wash all of the tension away, the lavender layering a sense of calm into the steam from the hot water. In no time at all, my body begins to reawaken, as those hands move to gently massage my breasts and my bottom, before both men kneel on either side of me to take care of my calves and thighs.
I feel light butterfly touches against my pussy as they pay attention to my inner thighs, causing a chain reaction of electrical charges to snap my clit awake, and cause my nipples to harden despite the heat of the shower. My eyes are still closed, enjoying every sensation washing over my senses, when I feel my right leg lifted, my foot placed on a strong shoulder, and lips replacing fingers on the inside of my thigh. I lean back into the strong embrace of masculine hands bracing me at my ribs, resting my head on another strong shoulder. I'm practically balancing on one leg, reclining on my La-Z-Boys and luxuriating in the sexy attentions of my men now that I'm all cleaned and relaxed…and trusting them to make sure I don't land on my ass!
Kissing and touching turns to licking and nibbling, and now I'm definitely awake. I can't hold back the moans of delight as a mouth descends on my very excited and very wet pussy. Not only am I getting sucked and licked down there, but the side of my neck is being dealt to as well, and I'm certain there's going to be multiple hickeys on display there tomorrow. But that is literally the last thing on my mind right now, as I zone in hard on the tongue that is busy stimulating my clit, round and round and up and down, and then sucked hard between teeth that worry at it like a chew toy. I'm not going to last much longer.
Fingers grip my nipples and the back of my neck. My other leg is then picked up and thrown over the other shoulder, hands clutch at my hips in a death grip, and the assault on my clit intensifies. I clamp my legs around the neck beneath them, I know it's Sir, I know he can handle it, and I also know that he's probably absolutely enjoying the shit out of it. Enjoying it so much in fact, that he braces my back on one sexily-muscled arm, so that he can insert his fingers into my pussy. He makes a deep rumble of satisfaction as they go in, which vibrates against my clit in his mouth and sends me over the edge. Master is a rock solid support behind me, as I arch my back into the orgasm flowing through my body. He watches my face intently, taking in every single second of my pleasure, I know that he's imprinting each minute change in my features for his future reference. He truly is Master of my body - he knows what I'm feeling, probably even better than I do, and he loves it.
Sir releases my clit from its mouth-prison…and begins to slowly, sensuously make out with it - holy fuck. Another wave of pleasure hits me, and I moan deep and dark from way down in my core, a sexy fucking growl that is answered by my men. They are ravenous, feral beasts. I am their prey. And they are not fucking finished with me yet…
