Page 11 of Whispers In Wonderland

“On your feet, and strip,” Derek orders Zuzu, who can’t seem to stop gazing hungrily at the belt in his hands. “You’ve done well for my Kitten. It’s time you both got your reward.”

My heart races as heat pulses through me. I know where this is headed, and I’m being rewarded, too.

I can’t resist a good show.

“Yes, Sir,” Zuzu responds, voice thick with arousal, much like the cock straining to get out of his pants.

Zuzu’s movements are rushed, his hands unsteady as he strips off the lemur costume for the more primal state of nakedness. I feast on the sight of his long, lithe muscles that ripple as he moves. He shoves his pants down his powerful thighs to reveal his hard cock. A bead of fluid leaks onto the broad head as the belt strikes Derek’s palm twice in quick succession. My tongue flitters over my bottom lip, wanting to know how Zuzu’s taste differs from Derek’s familiar tang.

Derek reaches over and grips Sasha's left nipple, twisting as she cries out, as another beed of precum leaks from Zuzu's thick cock.

"Come here and give your mate's breasts what they're begging for. Keep in mind what a very good girl she's been," Derek's voice is dark and commanding, personifying the sexy demonic image of the mask.

Zuzu moves up the table and bends at the waist to suckle at Sasha's ample breast. In the blink of an eye, leather lands on his ass with a quick efficient motion of Derek's arm. Zuzu's grunt of pleasure as the next blow lands is muffled by Sasha's soft breast. She pants as his teeth sink into her sensitive bud.

I watch transfixed by the erotic beauty playing out in front of my eyes—the precision and skill of leather meeting flesh with just the right cadence to have Zuzu break out in a sweat, a haze of pleasure on his face as he feasts on Sasha's breasts for long moments. Zuzu obviously loves the belt as much as I do. Sasha is transported by the sensations flowing from her breasts and the pleasure of her mate. It's a decadent, delicious combination and I'm floating just watching.

We've done so many scenes like this, Demon knows I can get so close without even a touch if the others are floating high enough.

Each crack of leather sends us all soaring into a higher orbit. Unable to stop myself I whimper and moan from my kneeling position, loving the sounds floating on the emotion of surrender. My sounds draw Demon's gaze, his lips curving in a sexy as fuck predatory smile as one of his hands traces a red line blooming on Zuzu's lower back, none too gently to prolong the heat, the other gripping the belt.

Demon stalks toward me, and abruptly a delightful stinging slap lands between my shoulders, harder than he's hit Zuzu thus far, but my Dom knows exactly what I want and need from him. I arch and gasp through the sting dissolving into bliss skittering on my nerves.

The air is electric as Zuzu's eyes lock with mine. The hunger for the next blow of the belt clear in his gaze. Relief washes over his face as Demon steps back to his side, taunting me with just one lick of the leather. I can't help but feel a twinge of envy, knowing the ecstasy that Derek's belt can give. My gaze drifts back to his rock-hard, red-tipped shaft and heavy balls as Demon returns to his side to land another blow on his muscular thighs. My breathing is aligned with Zuzu's as he reflexively tips his ass back, silently begging for relief.

"Kneel beneath the table and suck him," Derek commands me. "Drive him crazy with your gorgeous mouth, Kitten."

I get to my feet as Derek presses a button on the table and raises the half foot needed so I don't bang my head. As I reposition myself under the table, Derek's voice cuts through the sounds of ragged breathing filling the room.

"You will not come until Sasha does," Derek orders Zuzu, his voice gruff and stern. "Keep playing with her breasts."

I’m getting wetter by the second imagining what could happen next, and how long Demon will toy with us all. Sasha is remarkably close to shattering already, not used to managing the level of arousal multiple partners invoke. It didn’t take me long to understand that Sasha’s a sweet and obedient submissive with a simple and all-consuming desire to please, but not a lot of practice at orgasm control. Derek will give her exactly what she needs to fly and feel amazing, but I’m certainly going to be punished for how far the scene progressed before he joined us. I didn’t mean things to go quite so fast, but Sasha’s so sensitive. A shiver runs down my spine in anticipation of receiving a punishment, from my deliciously wicked Demon lover.

CHAPTER SEVEN

DEREK

How much can you take before you break, my beauties? Not nearly long enough.

I tower over Jordan, glowering in the way that gets her the hottest as she follows my command settling onto her knees. Her stupendous tits sway as she tastes Zuzu’s cock, flickering her tongue over the tip teasingly. Her arousal kicks up several notches as it always does with her mouth on a new cock—her nipples swelling, begging for clamps as her eyes fix on me waiting for instructions. She knows I wanted longer to play with my new toys, and that the time I don’t have to tease and torture them will be added to the time she needs to demonstrate her own orgasm control skills. The little brat has once again maneuvered things just as she wants them, and as always it amuses me to hold her to account.

My heart races with a mix of excitement and power as I take control of three willing and wanton submissives. Zachary can keep the deeply emotional, soft surrender scenes he’s suddenly enamored with. This… this—is what it’s all about—the need, the heat, the fucking desperation to please me and earn their pleasure. I revel in the begging, the pleading, the craving for my control.

There’s nothing better.

Pride washes through me watching Jordan’s eagerness. She’s never dissapoints. In all the years we’ve played together since I first spotted her in the dungeon of our regular club, Shattered Embrace, she’s blossomed as a submissive. Her eyes are closed in concentration now, her head bobbing up and down as every inch of Zuzu’s length disappears down her throat. I’ve taught her to give an amazing blow job and the jerky rhythm of his hips and trembling in his thighs tell me he won’t be able to hold back much longer. Her sweet mouth is driving him higher and higher in desire, and desperation for release is thick in the air.

My gaze moves to Sasha, who’s spread out like a banquet on the padded table, her legs wide and her pussy glistening with arousal. I move between her splayed thighs, my tongue flicking against my lips in anticipation of the sweetness of her juices. She moans softly as I tease her clit lightly with my fingers, drawing out her pleasure and making her sweat-covered body crave even more.

That’s right, dance to my tune, baby.

I glance over at Jordan and Zuzu again, who are riding waves of anticipation. Jordan looks up at me for a moment, her eyes pleading, I love it when she hits this point in a scene. Hungry to please and she doesn’t give a fuck what I want her to do. She’s seeking my direction, my approval to tip Zuzu into free fall. But tonight I’m not setting up failure that lead to complex punishments that she adores and has tried valiently to set up driving these lovely subs wild.

Tonight, baby girl, you’ll be reminded that I am in charge. No topping from the bottom.

I shake my head, and return my attention to Sasha, sliding a slim and unsatisfying pinky into her greedy pussy taunting her with shallow easy exploration, drawing this out as long as possible. I drink in her plaintive cry and watch as Zuzu instinctively seeks to satisfy her by biting harder on a distended nipple.

The quivering, bound beauty can’t hold back much longer. She’s been on edge far longer than many could take so, I switch my pinkie for two thicker fingers and search for her pillowing, needy G-spot as I finger her.

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