Page 11 of Possession

“Please, Master, fill my pussy,” I begged.

"What do you think, Nathaniel? Did our pretty sub ask nicely enough?" Joseph taunted, denying the pleasure awaiting me.

"I think we should take pity on her this one time. She's sweet, pink, and soft. And she's begging us." I almost sighed in relief at Nathaniel's response.

Yes, please.

Joseph, on the other hand, never mentioned he was a sadist. "I don't know if she's been punished well enough for her multiple infractions. She has earned them. Maybe you need to warm her ass up a little more. Besides, the extra pinch of pain will make her pleasure that much sweeter."

I whimpered in frustration. My pussy clenched on emptiness.

"Perhaps a little orgasm denial will help her remember who this pussy belongs to for the evening."

I let out another whimper. They were going to kill me.

Nathaniel chuckled deviously, the deep tone settling low in my belly. "I think that's a suitable punishment. Mostly because it means we can prolong our play."

He moved over me, his cock sliding through my slit and butting up against my clit, laying his front against my back as he leaned down to nip my shoulder, caging me between his arms. "Whose pussy is this?" He punctuated his question with a short thrust.

I pressed back against him, trying to deepen our contact, but Nathaniel wasn't having any of it. He swatted my hip, leaving a sting in his wake.

“If you don't stay still, we'll tie you to this bench and add another punishment to your tally. Right now, you're only at two. Are you sure you want to aim for three?”

“I'm sorry, Master.”

“What a pretty apology. I think you've earned a small reward for that. But first, answer the question. Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours Master.”

In response, Nathaniel moved off me. His fingers gripped my hips and his thumbs separated my cheeks. I expected to feel his wet tongue against my pussy again. I squeaked when instead he flicked the tip of it against my anus before tracing the rim of it. He spread my cheeks wider, opening me even further to his exploration. He lapped at my asshole, the bundle of nerves tingling with each swipe of his tongue. His touch deepened when he pushed it inside tasting and exploring every inch of me.

The tingling spread, and the added sensation of a thumb dipping just inside my sopping wet pussy, had me gasping for breath. I was chasing an orgasm I knew wasn't going to come, but I was helpless to resist its pull. The tension was building and just when it was about to explode, Nathaniel pulled away. A sharp smack to my cheek, startling me, pushed it even further away. I cried out in disappointment. Joseph, who was still clutching my hair in his fist, released his hold and smoothed back my hair, almost petting me as if to soften the blow.

“You’re doing beautifully. Take this spanking like a good sub and you’ll feel pleasure like never before. Can you do that for us?” Joseph’s voice was gentle and calming and it made me want to please them all the more.

“Yes, Master.”

“Good girl,” he praised me. “Nat, go ahead.”

Before his words faded, my ass was on fire. Blow after blow rained down on me, the sharp pain of each strike burning through me. I flinched with each swat, no longer able to hold back my tears as Nathaniel continued his relentless punishment. I lost count of how many he delivered. I only knew the pain was morphing, shifting into an almost numb sensation that was swiftly spreading through me. Just as quickly as my punishment began, it stopped. My head was buzzing and a warm feeling blanketed me.

“Now comes the pleasure.”

I barely registered the words spoken in my ear when I was rocked forward with a single thrust of Nathaniel’s cock as he buried himself to the hilt inside me sliding easily through the wetness. The fullness of his cock took my breath away, and I cried out at the abrasion against my battered ass. My entire body felt alive with a combination of pain and pleasure. Sparks singed my insides, but I wanted to feel the burn. It was invigorating.

I couldn't help but push back against him when he pulled almost out and then thrust even harder back in. He began a slow and steady rhythm, one that was driving me mad. I needed the friction of his movement to speed up and send me over the edge, but I knew that he and Joseph would decide when it was time. I was the puppet dancing on their strings, and they were the Masters controlling the tempo. The wait would be worth it though, so I continued to dance.

"Are you ready, pet?" My vision homed in on Joseph who'd been patiently waiting for this moment. My final punishment to complement the pleasure Nathaniel was giving me. One I was going to thoroughly enjoy. The saliva had already begun to pool in my mouth at the thought of his taste inside again. It was going to be difficult to not disappoint him with my concentration divided between Nathaniel's cock in my pussy and swallowing everything Joseph was about to give me, but I was going to do my damnedest. I wanted to give this to them. To be at their mercy. To be used utterly and completely by them both.

"I'm more than ready, Master." My voice trembled on the honorific as Nathaniel pinched my clit even as his movements ceased. Every part of me was on fire. My body was covered in a sheen of sweat, and the tiny hairs framing my face stuck to my skin.

Joseph beamed in pride at my confident response. It was true. I wanted this. Needed it. Relished in it. I was meant to meet these men here tonight. Everything about them spoke to a deviant side of me I never knew existed until now. They harnessed it and led it by its leash.

"Open," Joseph once again commanded. Without hesitation, my mouth widened and he slid his length inside. Then, in opposing tandem, they began to move. First, Joseph thrust inside the cavern of my mouth. When he pulled back, Nathaniel pushed deeper inside my wet heat. Like two people who knew each other well, their timing was perfect. Neither one rushed the other. They were entirely in sync.

"It's time to fly, pet." Without giving me time to process Joseph's words, it began. Nathaniel's thrusts shortened while Joseph's grew deeper. He pushed further into my mouth until at long last, my nose brushed up against his stomach. Pulling out enough for me to gulp in a large breath of air, he was quickly back down my throat completely, his shallow thrusting growing more aggressive. Saliva dripped out the corners of my mouth and suddenly Joseph stiffened and my throat moved of its own accord, swallowing every ounce he gave me. He pulled out and I gasped in a lungful of air at the same time Nathaniel thrust deeper inside me with one smooth motion.

On my next breath, Nathaniel pinched my clit and the orgasm that had been lying in wait rushed forth and coursed through me. I screamed out my release, echoing Nathaniel's roar of pleasure. I lay there gasping, panting for breath, my sweat-covered skin growing cold in the cool air of the club. My limbs were like noodles and I wasn't sure I wanted to move even if I could. I was so sleepy and content… and happy. An emotion I hadn't completely been in ages. I wanted to bask in it. In that moment, the connection I felt with these two men was tangible, visceral. It was on a whole other plane. I whimpered in disappointment when Nathaniel began to pull out, and I clenched my pussy trying to pull him back in.

I felt myself being moved from the bench and I clutched tightly to the man who held me. I recognized Joseph's voice in my ear.

"You were absolutely stunning, pet. Breathtaking. I knew you were perfect for us the second I saw you. I just knew it." I didn't try to decipher his words. Instead, I basked in them. My eyes fluttered open and my fuzzy brain tried to focus on where I was. I didn't immediately see Nathaniel and my heart ached. Where was he?

Joseph sat on a couch and pulled me onto his lap. A warm blanket was draped over me and then a water bottle clasped in a large hand appeared in front of me.

"Drink for me."

I relaxed when I saw it was Nathaniel holding the bottle to my mouth, tipping it gently when I opened, letting the cool liquid slowly pour between my parched lips. When I was finished, he set the bottle aside and knelt beside us, his hand reaching out to grasp mine. His touch was soothing as his thumb rubbed gently across my knuckles. I needed this physical connection with him as well. I clutched his hand tightly, not wanting him to let go. Our eyes remained on each other and our breathing soon matched. Peace flowed through me.

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