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Something cold dragged along my abs making me hiss. It wasn't an ice cube but maybe something made of metal. I was not ready for it and as it was dragged to my peck around my nipple. The coldness was removed and a warm mouth sucked on my nipple. I groaned at the sensation, tilting my hips up when a sting on my other pec burned.

“Fuck,” I said as the coldness returned to my body heading south.

My breathing was faster. Anticipation tightened my chest at what was going to happen next. The cold went around the base of my cock around my balls and came back up the underside of my cock. Once the cold hit the sensitive under part of my cock I pushed my hips down, trying to be a good boy.

A warm mouth replaced the cold and my body pushed up again as I groaned. I didn’t know whose mouth was on me and that increased my pleasure. Another sting on my thigh had pleasure shooting to my groin. I couldn't help myself by thrusting into the mouth again.

“Pretty boy, are you going to keep being bad?” Camila’s voice was close, but I still didn’t know who was close to my cock.

“I need you, Mistress,” I whined.

“Patience,” she barked, hitting my thigh again.

I hissed from the pain, wanting more. No, not wanting, needing more. They teased me with hot and cold until I was a blubbering mess, and I didn’t care what I had to do, but I was willing to do anything to get me closer to a release. The torture was almost too much, and the color red was on the tip of my tongue.

13

Camila

Luke was laid out for us. His strong body was being held down with restraints on each corner of the bed, stretching him out and keeping him still for whatever we decided to do to him. I grew more and more nervous that I wouldn’t like it.

During our class I wasn’t a big fan of hitting Luke. It felt wrong even though he liked it. A part of me wanted to please him, but another part of me wanted to walk away. Tonight, this felt different.

Genevieve showed me how to hit him with the flick of her wrist, while I teased him with my mouth and a feather. The more aroused Luke became, the more I needed to see him release. I had a need to bring him pleasure over and over again. My body was wound tightly with an ache that could only be satisfied if I gave him pleasure.

When I took over hitting him, it wasn’t like before. It wasn’t just pain I was giving him, but pleasure from my mouth and touch. He was sweating, writhing with need on the bed and every time he pulled at his restraints, it showed how much he wanted this. Luke was gorgeous like this.

“P-please,” Luke whined again.

His words made my arousal pool low in my abdomen. I clenched my thighs together, trying to lessen the ache to be able to keep going.

“Excuse me?” I flicked my wrist hitting him on his stomach making his muscles clench, defining them even more.

“Please… Please, Mistress,” he groaned, lifting his hips off the bed.

“What did we tell you, pet?” Genevieve clipped, straddling Luke’s abdomen, leaning down, so they were face to face.

He whined again, frustrated with the edging we had been giving him. “Patience, Mistress.”

“Do you think you're being patient?” She grabbed him by the cheeks making his lips pucker.

He shuddered. “No, Mistress.”

“Do you think you deserve for your wife to sit on your cock and make you come?” Genevieve snapped.

Her words made me clench my thighs again.

“N-No,” Luke whispered, his cock twitching as it almost touched Genevieve’s ass.

“Color?” she clipped.

He took a deep breath as a look of panic crossed his face before he took another deep breath.

“Green, Mistress,” he said confidently.

My body grew hot as I imagined what she would look like riding Luke as I watched. I bit my lip to stop the moan that threatened to escape. The image made my thighs clench and the suggestion was on the tip of my tongue.

“Camila.”

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