Page 98 of Consume Me

“You can grind your hot little pussy against that all you want,” Nick taunted.“Just remember, you don’t have permission.”

“Yes, Master,” I breathlessly moaned without stopping.

A squeal of surprise tore from my throat as I was hoisted into the air.Suspended beneath the frame, and poised like a cupid, I spun in a slow circle.As Dylan and Nick stood back, admiring their work, lust shimmered in their eyes, and wolfish smiles curled their lips.

“How does it feel to be floating off the ground?”Dylan asked as he and Nick started peeling off their clothes.

“Incredible, Master,” I sighed.“I feel like I’m flying.”

Though the ropes were tight, they were placed in such a way that my weight was evenly distributed.There was no pain, no pinching, just sublime compression holding me off the ground.Though I wanted to close my eyes and float away in the peace and serenity sluicing through me, it wasn’t incentive enough for me to miss the opportunity of watching my Masters strip.

As they stood before me, naked, hard, and ready, a contented sigh slid from my lips.

Cupping my bound limbs, they spun me back and forth, taking turns guiding their weeping cocks in and out of my mouth.Greedily sucking their thick cocks, I breathed in their potent musk, savoring their individual flavors bursting over my tongue while they toyed and teased the knot on my clit.

Giving into the demand rising inside me, I sailed toward the stars.As I sucked and swirled my tongue over Nick’s driving shaft, Dylan clutched my thighs and spread my legs before wedging his head between them.Tugging the knot with his teeth, he slid his tongue under the rope and stabbed my melting core.

As my cry of delight vibrated over Nick’s length, he cinched a fist in my hair and bit out a curse before quickly shuttling his cock in and out of my stretched lips.A low growl rumbled from deep in his chest as he thrust to the back of my throat and stilled.Letting out a beastly roar, his slick, hot seed showered my throat and spilled over my tongue.I gulped and swallowed while Dylan’s tongue, teeth, and fingers destroyed my quivering pussy.

While the familiar numbness climbed through my tethered limbs, I milked Nick dry with keening cries of need.He abruptly pulled from my mouth before cradling my face in his hands.

“Open your eyes, little one, so I can watch you shatter.”His voice was hoarse and ragged.

As I forced my impossibly heavy lids open, he was kneeling in front of me, wearing an expression so overflowing with love, I wanted to cry.

“Now, our beautiful girl.Come for us… Now.”

Dylan suckled my clit and strummed my G-spot, masterfully sending me over the edge.And as lightning splintered my veins and thunder rolled through me, Nick claimed my mouth and swallowed my screams.

As Dylan’s wicked mouth lifted from my spasming core, Nick tore from my mouth, and turned my quaking body my other Master’s way.Dylan gripped my hair, then speared his swollen crest past my lips.Pummeling the back of my throat in a manic rhythm, his feral cry splintered the air as I guzzled the thick ropes exploding from his cock.

Dylan gripped the frame, panting, as I sucked him dry while aftershocks sizzled through me.Nick released the ropes with great care, then eased me down, back on my feet.Flying and sated, I sagged against my bindings.Dylan’s hot body supported mine as Nick extricated me from the ropes.They carried me back to the bed and snuggled close.

Surrounded in their potent aftercare, I closed my eyes, marveling at the absolute joy and completeness they brought to my life.

After several long hours nestled in their arms, we finally rolled out of bed and got dressed.With Nick on one side and Dylan on the other, we strolled back into the dungeon.I was so happy and relaxed, I didn’t even care what the members might think about my earlier freak out.As we headed toward the big, red curtain, we passed Emerald, sitting at a table with a group of people.She smiled and flashed me a knowing wink.I was thrilled, honored even, that she’d been the one to help me through my first submissive crisis.She definitely had her submissive shit together.And though it was completely absurd, I felt a bond with her, one I hoped would grow stronger.What I didn’t understand was why such a beautiful, smart, and impressive sub didn’t have Master.

When we arrived back at the house, I sat at the kitchen table while my gifted Master Chef Masters prepared a breakfast of pure nirvana.I scarfed down everything on my plate as we laughed and swapped stories of our lives before destiny intervened on that cold, deserted Iowa road.

As sunlight peeked through the side of the curtain, I woke and snuggled deeper against my Masters.I wanted to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming as I gazed at their gorgeous, sleeping expressions.Nick’s hair lay tangled in a blue-black web across his pillow.Unable to resist, I softly threaded my fingers through his soft, silky mane and sighed in contentment.

“Morning, little one,” he whispered with a crooked smile.

“I thought you were asleep,” I whispered.

“Nope.We’ve both been awake for about an hour,” Dylan grinned before growling like a lion and pouncing on top of me, pinning me beneath him.

“Wait.Wait.I need to go pee, Master,” I giggled as he nibbled my neck.

“So go,” Nick laughed.

“Not that again, Sir,” I groaned.

“Relax.We’re not into water works,” Dylan assured as he rolled off me.“Go.”

“Thank gawd,” I said, tossing off the covers before racing to the bathroom.

Taking time to brush my teeth, I was rinsing my mouth when they swaggered through the door.

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