“Play with her clit,” said Damien.
Gritting my teeth, I dealt with the shock of the sudden withdrawal of those firm fingers, a desperate moan escaping my lips. Those same fingers were now wholly focused on my clit, forging ahead with a frenzied flicking that delivered pure pleasure.
The stranger caressed my clit while my vagina was being explored, the feeling delicious as two fingers pushed deep, probing, like they were sharing their exploration of my sex.
I heard the sound of my stickiness, aware of how filthy all of this was for me. How I was being subjugated.
What sort of girl does this?
Let me be this unchaste, have this memory to cherish and recall later…my own personal secret, knowing two men had finger-fucked me.
Were finger-fucking me.
Firm hands eased my thighs wider apart—what I assumed was Damien’s grip holding me in place so there was no escape. Captured by his strength, I squeezed my eyes shut in surprise as a mouth met my sex, the shock of a firm and inquisitive tongue traversing along my folds.
The stranger devoured me, fiercely lapping and licking, forcing pure delight into me, and through me, expelling doubt and fear as I gave myself over to them both, exulting in these heady sensations while pushing back into his face.
“That’s enough for now.”
No, it wasn’t.
I needed more. Needed to be brought all the way—that orgasm snatched cruelly away, leaving me frantic with my hips rocking in wanton need.
“You moved your legs,” came the chastisement from Damien. “When I place you, you stay in that exact position. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I answered breathlessly.
A harsh hand came crashing down on my ass, bringing agony ricocheting through my flesh, causing me to cry out. But then that same hand smoothed over the sting with a gentle caress.
“This is your punishment,” the stranger warned.
That voice…so familiar.
Knuckles white, I gripped the edge of the bar as a torrent of strikes came crashing down on my buttocks, stinging my flesh and bringing heat, followed by a flood of arousal.
My moans filled the room.
“Want to move on to the next card?” asked Damien.
Was I ready?
How could I not be? Damien knew more than I trusted myself to know. He helped me straighten up and led me across the room, my feet moving cautiously from the blindness he’d imposed upon me, heading toward the couch and chairs, if I remembered correctly.
A belt was being unbuckled; trousers being shed.
“I’m putting a condom on,” Damien reassured me.
With firm hands around my waist, I was turned and then pulled down to sit on top of Damien, right onto his lap facing forward. We were in one of the armchairs—I could feel the velvet beneath my fingertips as I gripped the armrests on either side. I felt the press of Damien’s erection against my back.
This was what the card had displayed—a woman riding her lover as another man knelt before her and leaned in between both their thighs to get to her pussy.
A tremble of exhilaration ran through me.
I felt no trepidation at the thought of being seen this close up, ready to be impaled on a cock. Damien’s strong hands lifted me up and positioned his erection so that he slid in easily with my slickness, spearing me completely, my thighs wide and quivering.
The unbearable fullness morphed into flashes of white in my imagination that lit up the darkness caused by my blindfold, like fireworks exploding in my solar plexus.
We were together.
Him and me and our secret lover.
I was locked with Damien, my thighs pulled wider apart by unseen hands; my sex exposed for that dark stranger to admire. My wet pussy stretched taut by that cock, dangerously close to coming because the plug was stretching me beyond what I’d imagined possible as I felt the strain of double penetration.
“Arms behind your back.” Damien ordered.
Responding quickly, I brought my hands behind my back and held my wrists together, feeling even more vulnerable and unguarded from that second man who had to be close by now.
Damien’s hands undid the halter-neck where it was tied at my nape and dragged down my dress until my tits were exposed and pebbling from the sudden cold. Fingers circling each areola tenderly, thumbs sweeping over beaded nipples. My breasts rose and fell rapidly beneath firm massaging and pinching. I felt a thrill from not knowing whose fingers were now stroking and touching and tweaking, as both men explored and probed each part of me.
Feeling the heat of breath on my sex let me know the stranger was now leaning in fully between my thighs.
I twisted my head, demanding a kiss from Damien.
First, he bit my lower lip and then his mouth covered mine, forcing my lips wider so that his tongue could conquer me there, too.
What that card hadn’t shown, what it couldn’t have shown, was the blinding pleasure I felt as their mouths crashed on my lips…and on my lips…
The stranger was relishing each crevice and fold between my thighs, delighting in my taste with erotically charged noises of gratification as he indulged his mouth.
I wished I could watch as he lavished attention on my sex, his tongue exploring, sweeping over where that mighty erection stretched my entrance. His frenzied worshiping of my clit in fast flicks and meaningful circles brought a heavy pang that morphed into an impossible nirvana.
My mind splintered into nothingness.
My body was being ravaged from every angle, breasts pinched and twisted, Damien’s cock filling me completely, my channel tight and grasping. My sphincter clutching that bejeweled plug with needy spasms. Damien was surely feeling the pressure against his erection as my muscles milked him—every part of me utterly seduced and tamed by them.
“Come together,” demanded Damien, his voice gruff.
Head back, shuddering violently, I climaxed into the center of this blinding pleasure, wrecked and ruined, eyes rolling back as freedom found me and I surrendered completely, shuddering and writhing; disappearing into the center of euphoria.
Damien’s body stiffened behind me and his breath caught with the upward push of his hips, causing me to quake as he released his heat with a jerk.
Stilling, our breaths slowed, limbs softening.
Feeling cherished by them both, I slumped back against Damien.
I had been adored and loved, all with nothing expected in return. This…this had been everything and more that I’d asked of him.
He pulled me back into a hug, wrapping his arms around me. “That was perfect,” he said huskily. “Well done, Pandora.”
Again…
I wanted all of it again.
Curled up like a kitten in the same chair I’d fucked her in, Pandora appeared spent and close to falling asleep. She was still wearing the blindfold to protect Theo’s identity.
Quietly, I escorted him out of the suite into the hallway, keeping my foot stuck at the base of the door so I wouldn’t lock myself out.
I tapped his arm with gratitude. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure.” He shrugged into his jacket.
“You’ll be able to make it home?” I was referring to the boner that had gone unsated because his role had been merely to lavish devotion on Pandora.
He gave a smirk. “I can handle myself. She seemed to like it, right?”
“She responded well.”