Page 28 of The Ties We Break

“It’s okay, beautiful. I‘ve got you. Are you okay?” Declan whispers into my ear, clearly not wanting anyone but us to hear as he checks up on me. With everything going on, I completely forgot we were being watched.

“Yes, sorry. I just got a little overwhelmed,” I whisper against his chest, hoping he can hear.

“You did well, Belle. I’m incredibly fucking proud of you. I do have to punish you for coming without permission, but I can do that another night if you prefer?” he asks, and as I stroke my arm up and down his chest, I feel myself starting to calm down. I can hear the pride in his voice, and given the hard cock pressing against my side, I’m guessing he’s hoping I won’t want to bail now. Surprisingly, I don’t think I want to. Despite knowing I have a punishment to endure, the anticipation of what else I could be introduced to is enough for me to dive back in willingly. Besides, I have to know who is playing with us.

“I would like to continue, please, Sir.” My voice holds and doesn’t waver until right at the end, when it cracks slightly. I take advantage of the time I have and hold onto Declan’s chest for a final few seconds before he starts again.

I predicted correctly, and it doesn’t take long before Declan quite literally throws me back into the action. He picks me up and flings me onto the sofa as he shouts instructions at me. “On your hands and knees. I’m going to administer your punishment. You won't need to count. I will tell you when we are finished.”

Before he even finishes the sentence, and I’ve had a chance to pull myself up into position, I feel a hand slap against my right ass cheek. The sting of his hand seems to linger on my ass, but I try to ignore it and get into position as instructed.

Once I’m on my hands and knees, I lean further down with my head and chest so that I’m resting on my elbows. This pushes my ass up higher in the air, exposing me completely, and Declan starts to stroke my ass, showing he’s happy with my position.

Now that I’m back in control, I try to focus hard on my remaining senses. As well as feeling a soft hand stroking my ass, I hear heavy footfall walking away from the sofa, followed by a cupboard opening. When the footstep noises return to right next to me, a gentle finger begins to lightly sweep over my clit. At the same time, I feel my ass being hit by something, and it’s like my skin gets lashed numerous times in one hit. It was most definitely not a hand that struck me. It felt like leather as it stung everywhere it connected with my skin.

I rack my brain as much as possible between these light whips, and try to figure out what item we’re playing with. Declan hits me again, a little harder this time, and as the leather slashes my skin in a few different places within milliseconds of each other, it occurs to me that he’s using a flogger. This intrigues me. I know Dec is going easy on me, and he isn’t showing me it’s full force, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t going to.

Within seconds of that thought, like he has a direct dial right into my brain, he begins to hit me harder and quicker, reducing the rest time between. As he’s flogging me, gentle fingers press harder against my clit, and my cries of pain begin to mix with pleasure. My pussy feels like it’s reaching that peak again, but before I get a chance to ask for permission, Declan speaks first. “I know you want to come, beautiful, but this is a punishment. So, I will make you a deal. If you make my friend come, you can come straight after. I will not stop flogging you until you have come. Do we have a deal, Belle?”

I try to focus on his words, but my brain is struggling. All I can think about is the sensations I feel assaulting my body. It takes a while for me to be able to respond, and of course, I agree. But, once the words fully register, I realise he never really gave me a choice. He just made me feel that way. The only way for him to stop flogging me is for me to make his friend come, and I didn’t hesitate to agree. I need to come, and I don’t want to be punished again.

“You can take her blindfold off when you are ready,” Dec says, obviously speaking to his friend.

I feel someone on the sofa in front of my head, they begin shuffling around, and the fingers on my clit move away. Before I can finish my frustrated groan, the vibrating wand is pressed against my clit, and the power level is accelerated until my body begins to shiver. Dec continues flogging not just my ass but all around my lower back and upper thighs. Occasionally, one of the rogue whips cracks down on my pussy, and the sharp sting seems to flick deep inside, causing my back to arch. My eyes squeeze shut as I plead with the stranger in front of me to let me make them come.

The silk of my blindfold falls away, and Jasmine is sitting in front of me with legs wide. Her pussy is on display, and her fingers part her lips, revealing how wet she is. My initial response is apprehension. Can I really do this? There’s no denying that I find Jasmine attractive, but I know I’m only into men. It sounds stupid, but my brain instinctively looks for a label. What am I if I do this? Fuck, what does it matter what a stupid label says?

I have spent my whole life reading books and using them to explore different worlds and experiences. When I met Declan, all that changed. Before him, I never really lived. Living through your fictional characters is not the same. Whatever I do in this room doesn’t have to have a long-term impact. It doesn’t need tomeananything. It can just be an experience. One I need to have if I want to feel any kind of relief, which I really, really fucking do.

The sensation of the vibrator pressing against my clit and Declan flogging me is too much. I can feel myself reaching that peak again. If I want to avoid another punishment, then I need to do this, and I need to do it fast. Without further hesitation, I lower my eyes from Jasmine’s, hoping that breaking eye contact will make it easier, before lightly sweeping my tongue through her slit.

I’m overcome with an array of tastes, but despite my hesitancy, I’m actually shocked by how sweet Jasmine tastes. There’s even a slight honey flavour which surprises me. Her pussy is completely free of hair, and shockingly, her scent is more neutral. I don’t know why I expected this to be a bad experience. I thought there was no way she would taste as good as when I tasted Declan for the first time, but I was wrong. She is sweet where he is salty, a bit like their personalities.

As I dive back in and start licking with a bit more purpose, trying to mimic what Declan does to me, I’m so empowered when Jasmine begins to moan encouragements. Circling her clit, making sure to flick the tip of my tongue over her engorged bundle of nerves, her hand moves to the back of my head to hold me into position, and her thighs lock in around my head.

“Oh fuck, Belle. You are so good at that. Keep doing that. Your tongue feels so amazing, flicking against my clit,” Jasmine cries, and the deep, raspy lust that laces her voice spurs me on even further.

It affects Declan too, because his whips become more fragmented, and I feel sure that if I look behind me, he will have his cock in his hand. Something I desperately need to see once I’ve finished with Jasmine.

It doesn’t take long before Jasmine shows all the signs she is nearing orgasm. Her moans are intermingled with incoherent requests for me to continue licking her and to make her come. What starts as just her hand on the back of my head soon turns into her fisting my hair as she holds my head in place. The sting on my scalp adds to the pleasure-pain barrier that the flogger is accentuating. My head is firmly clamped between her thighs, and it’s so tight I can barely hear anything or move my head. All I can do is keep licking and sucking until she falls apart.

Her juices begin to flow, and I feel her pussy starting to contract, which tells me she’s nearly there. I push away the moans I’m desperate to release when Declan ups the vibration level on the wand, and my hips buck to grind against it to get more effect. I try to recall what Dec does that pushes me over the edge, and then I remember something he told me is his secret weapon, and I try to replicate it on Jasmine.

First, I sweep my tongue up and down the slit, making sure to circle and gently poke inside her swollen entrance before making my way to her clit. After several circles around the clit, I take it fully into my mouth and suck on it as hard as possible. Jasmine starts to go wild, and just as she begins to shout that she is going to come, I gently start to nibble on her clit in between licks. It has the same effect on Jas as on me, and her screams fill the room as her body begins to shake. As she’s riding that wave, I gently lick around her pussy, noticing that her pussy juices are flowing a little more freely than they were before, and I do my best to lap up as much as possible until she reaches the point where she is too sensitive.

I feel her begin to relax and her cries of pleasure turn into desperate gasps whilst she tries to get control of her breathing. Knowing now is the time her sensitivity will be at an all-time high, I pull back as much as I can with my head clamped in place. Slowly, as Jas begins to function again, she removes her fist from my hair and her legs from around my head. Before I even have a chance to register what she is doing, she leans down and grabs hold of my cheeks before pressing her lips against mine. When her tongue sweeps over my lower lip, I don’t hesitate to give her access. Her kiss is slow, tender, and passionate compared to Declan’s raw, rough, and all-consuming kisses, but I still like the feeling. It doesn’t give me belly flips, aching chest, or the desperate need for more, like I get with Dec, but it’s still sweet and nice.

Just as Jas releases me from the kiss, I feel the wand vibrator being removed from my aching pussy, and before I get a chance to protest, Dec picks me up and spins me around so my head is facing him, and my pussy is facing Jas. “My turn,” Dec growls, and as I look up, his large cock is out and standing very erect. The head is angry looking and swollen with beads of pre-cum pooled on the tip. I lick my lips as I look up at Dec through hooded eyes.

“Please, can I suck your cock, Sir?” I ask in the sweetest voice I can manage while I watch Dec gently fist his cock. I can tell by his groans how close he is.

“Do it, but make sure you swallow every last drop. Understand?” I nod in confirmation, and with my hands behind my back, just like I was taught, I lean forward slightly to get the bobbing head into my mouth.

Once I’m in reaching distance, I sweep my tongue across the tip, and just as I take the tip in my mouth, I hear Jasmine talking from behind me. “Please, can I use the wand and my fingers to make your slut come, Sir?”

At first, I’m shocked to hear Jasmine talking to Declan like that. But that’s when I remember she’s a sub too, and with Declan being the Dom in the scene, of course, she would need his permission to do anything. He clearly gives her permission that I don’t hear because the vibrations start on a high limit as her fingers press roughly into my wet, waiting pussy.

Sucking on Dec’s cock as much as I can while my hips are bucking uncontrollably, and I’m thrusting my ass back to meet the force of Jasmine's fingers. Luckily, it doesn’t take much for me to get Declan where he needs to be, and soon he’s squirting rows and rows of cum down my throat, on my tongue, and all over my face. I swallow and lick as much as I can, but at the same time, I feel myself reaching that peak.

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