Page 43 of Their Reluctant Catch

“Love it, Sir.”

“What do you love about it?” Adding more lube, I grab her ass with the other hand to keep her still.

“It’s a bit dirty, and it hurts but in an amazing way. Also, I don’t know how to explain this well, but it makes me feel really submissive and good, but I don’t know how or why, exactly.”

I hum my understanding as I add another finger and start scissoring them, adding more and more lubrication. “Anal sex can be seen as an act of submission. It requires vulnerability and trust from the bottom. And it involves a high level of intimacy and surrender, because you allow the Top to enter a very private and sensitive part of your body.” I withdraw my fingers and replace it with the anal plug that slips past the ring of muscles to slide into place. “Color?”

“Green, Sir. But my pussy is painfully empty right now.”

I smack her ass—hard this time—making her yelp.

“Hey!” she protests.

I spank the other globe, just as hard. “No topping from the bottom, sub. You’ll get our dicks when we’re ready, not when you ask for them. Now sit on the edge of the bed and face your other Master.”

She scrambles to obey.

I wink at Todd, who is a total breast man. “I think our sub needs some jewels.”

“Oh yeah.” His eyes sparkle before he bends and sucks a nipple into his mouth.

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Todd

Watching Colton and Savannah has my cock leaking pre-cum into my jeans, and the sticky mess is somewhat uncomfortable. However, I forget about it as soon as Colton gives me the go-ahead to feast on her tits.

We haven’t played together like this with a woman, but we know each other’s preferences. I had no idea Colton had a complete play bag in his room. This is an interesting, pleasant surprise.

Remembering my task, I bend to suck a pink nipple into my mouth. It’s already erect and begging for my touch. I suck on the velvety tip, pressing it between the roof of my mouth and my tongue, rubbing at the underside. The nub hardens and elongates. I suck harder, drawing blood into the tissue and toward the surface. By the time I’m done with her breasts, the nipples will be rosy-red instead of pink. I roll the other between my thumb and forefinger, not wanting it to get jealous of its sister. I let the one in my mouth go with a pop, admire the color then fit the first adjustable alligator clamp. The versatile toys can be used on beginners and pros, because the clamp has rubber covers over the serrated tips and a mechanism to tighten or release the pressure. I give the screw a few twists until the clamp is secure. At this moment, I’m not going to twist further.

“Color?” I ask.

“Green, Sir,” she replies.

I lower my head to suck on the other nipple, intent on making it as red as the first. As I work, her body responds. She’s struggling to keep still like a good, little girl and arches into my touch.

She’s clearly enjoying this just as much as she did when Colton played with her ass.

She’s perfect for us.

I blow over the second nipple to make sure it’s dry and the clamp won’t slip before I attach the toy on this side.

The clamps are gold, with sparkling emerald-colored stones dangling. I flick the green stones and watch her face.

Her head is thrown back and her eyes are closed. Good! I want her to feel every sensation, to be completely immersed in the experience. She’s breathing heavily now, her chest rising and falling, making the clamps jiggle.

“How are you doing?”

“So good, Sir.” Her reply is barely more than a whisper. “Please, don’t stop.”

I smile. I have no intention of stopping anytime soon. I continue to play with her nipples, alternating between gentle pulls and harder twists. Her body is tensing against me as I drive her higher.

“Color?”

“Green, Sir.”

“Stop!”

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