Page 4 of Butterfly

“Do not move. If I wanted it touching you, I would have put it on firmly,” Eva stated.

I dropped my head in submission, not sure if it was more in apology for having moved or if it was acquiescing to the situation I was in. At that point, I was whimpering. I was so hot and so wet. I just needed to cum. Mason came back into my view and I could see that he had taken all of his clothes off. He stood at the edge of the bed, pulling on his dick slowly, watching me as I fought to stay still. My gaze drifted from his face down to his chest, traveling down his defined six pack, and finally to his V. My mouth hung slightly open. Who knew he was hiding all of that beneath his clothes?

“Do you like what you see?” he asked me, catching me blatantly staring at his body.

I snapped my gaze back up to his but instantly dropped them to his chest in submission. My eyes widened as I realized he didn’t have a tan line. I nodded my head yes. Holy hell yes! My hair was swept to the side and over my right shoulder, Eva’s fingers tracing from behind my left ear, down my neck, and along the front of my collarbone, eliciting a shiver from me. The pulsing of the butterfly had me sitting up as straight as I could, trying to be as close to the vibrations as possible without pushing past Eva’s rule. Her hand rested around the base of my throat for a second before moving up my neck, the pressure of her grip increasing the higher she went.

When she reached my jaw, she held it firmly, tilted my head to the side a little, and then nibbled on my left ear lobe, sucking my pearl stud earring into her mouth. My eyes fluttered shut. Every piece of me melted into her; melted into the almost painful grip she had on my jaw, into the slip and slide of her mouth onmy ear, into the hand that had crept around to rest across the butterfly’s strap on my right thigh.

Eva released my ear only to press herself hard up against me, her thighs came to rest on either side of mine. Her breasts pushed into my back, their soft roundness filling me with so much need that I was ready to do anything she asked if I could just suck them into my mouth one more time. As her body wrapped around mine, her right hand dipped to my inner thigh, squeezing at the juncture to my pelvis. My breath came in so sharply, I could taste her perfume on my tongue. I was so aroused that I felt wetness running down my inner thighs. My pussy walls clenched, trying to find something to grip, to pulse around. Eva’s fingers were so close, playing lightly with my outer lips, running her fingers just below the butterfly all the way back to my slit as she coated them in my arousal.

“Look at Mason. Check out his body while I fuck you with my fingers. You do not have permission to cum,” Eva stated, her warm breath flowing over my neck causing me to shiver. “Nod that you understand.” I nodded my head once.

Opening my eyes, I looked at Mason. As I watched him, Eva’s hand dipped further down, two of her fingers playing with my open pussy. A small pleading moan slipped out of me as I rocked my hips, watching Mason as his eyes followed his wife’s hand. My gaze dropped down to his dick in his hand to see that it was at full length, thick and hard. I hoped he was going to fuck me. I dropped my head back onto Eva’s shoulder and relaxed into my position, my knees spreading further apart and my pelvis tilting up. My hands touched the bed between my stilettos, and I realized I could reach Eva from this position. Having learned my lesson from touching without permission from earlier, I turned my head towards her.

“May I touch you, Miss?” I whispered, hoping that she liked the title.

She paused for a second before turning to face me and dropping a quick hot kiss on my lips. “Yes, you may.”

I instantly lifted my bound hands and found her inner thighs. I dragged my nails along the underside until I reached her pussy. Twisting my hands until I found her clit, I ran my thumbs over it slowly. Once she was rocking into my hands, I reached the fingers of my right hand further down to run my index finger along her slit. My breathing paused as I realized she was as wet as I was. She loved this scene, loved using me, loved dominating me.

A small smile appeared on my lips with the satisfaction of knowing I was pleasing her, and with a quick glance at Mason, I knew that I was pleasing him too. The hungry look in his eyes, as he watched my pussy being fucked by his wife’s fingers, told me everything I needed to know. I pushed my finger into her letting her fuck it as she rocked her hips back and forth to the same stride that she was sliding hers in and out of me.

“More,” She demanded in a whispered voice.

I complied by slipping a second finger in and felt her pussy clench tightly around them, causing me to rise right to the edge of my orgasm. As if she knew how close I was, the hand around my jaw moved down to cup my breast and then pinched my nipple, trying to push me over the edge. Oh God, no. I was going to cum. No, no, I can’t, I don’t have permission. I can’t. My hands stopped moving, my breathing became quick and labored. I could feel tears pricking my eyes as I started to lose my battle. I needed to cum. I needed to feel...

The vibration was gone. I opened my eyes, and saw that Mason was pulling the vibrator away from me, stretching the straps; Eva’s fingers slipped from me and mine slipped from her as she moved her body away from mine. She held me by my shoulders, until I was sitting upright on my own. A sob escaped me as Irealized they knew I had almost cum. I had almost broken the rule.

“Look at me,” Mason said with a sex roughened voice.

I opened my eyes and peered up at him; my chin quivered in frustration. His eyes were bright, and I tried to focus on them, calming the many emotions struggling within me.

“You were going to cum, weren’t you?” he asked me, his voice cutting through me.

I dropped my gazes and nodded my head. Mason grabbed my chin between his thumb and forefinger, pinching and tilting it up, forcing me to look at him.

“Answer me.”

“Yes,” I whispered.

He raised one eyebrow at me. I looked at him in confusion and then realized he wanted what I had given Eva.

“Yes, Sir, I was going to cum. I didn’t want to, but I was going to break the rule,” I stated as I looked him directly in the eyes, my voice barely above a whisper.

A tear ran down my cheek, my orgasm so close to the surface had my emotions strung out. I felt so humiliated from getting caught and being forced to own up to it. Mason’s eyes warmed at the title, and I knew I had given him what he wanted. He let go of my chin and swiped his thumb over my cheek, removing my tear.

“Since you are genuinely sorry for almost breaking the rules, we are going to let you cum.” I almost started sobbing in relief before he continued. “But you still have your punishment from earlier to receive.”

I scrunched up my forehead trying to remember what I needed to be punished for, not certain about what it was.

“I told you to remember a number, what was it?” Eva asked from behind me.

I released a heavy breath as I answered. “Five.”

I already knew what the five represented, my ass cheeks still simmering from the early smacks for misbehavior. I was about to be spanked for covering my ass without permission. My pussy clenched in anticipation. Who would issue the punishment? Eva, her delicate hands leaving fine tipped finger prints? Or Mason, his large strong hands spanning an entire ass cheek? Both had spanked me already, and I couldn’t decide who I wanted more. Mason pulled on the straps of the butterfly to drag it down my legs enough that I couldn’t feel it at all, and then he leaned forward, holding me by my upper arms.

“Stand up and lean forward over the edge of the bed.”

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