FightingforControl (5 page)

Master C loosened the cuffs on her wrists and rubbed the
tender skin there as he lowered her arms. Her muscles ached from being
stretched for so long and she gasped.

Her other master bent and unbuckled her ankles. She watched
the play of muscles across his back and reached to trace one with her fingers.

Master C grabbed her hand away. “You must ask permission to
touch.”

She snapped her head to look at him. “I’m sorry, Master. I
will learn.”

His smile sent shivers coursing through her. “Yes, you will.”

They led her to the bench and sat with her between them. One
gently stroked her wrists, the other her ankles, applying some sort of lotion
on them. Oddly, she felt no discomfort at being naked with them without a bed
in sight, nor a sheet to hide behind. They weren’t staring, or cringing at the
sight of the soft pooch on her belly or the spread of the saddlebags on her
thighs.

They turned her slightly so she lay cradled in the beefy
arms of Master C, while Master Q draped her legs across his lap and stroked his
fingertips gently over her skin.

“We should punish you for your lapses,” Master Q, said.

“Turn you over on our laps and take turns spanking you.”

She gasped and was amazed that her pussy flooded at the
words.

Master Q chuckled. “But I think you might like it too much.”

She blushed, and knew from the heat rising that it started
on her chest. Master C also noticed. “I like this. I like seeing your emotions
travel on your skin.”

He tenderly toyed with a puffy nipple. “Are they very sore?”

“Only a little. The main pain came when he pulled off the
clamps.”

Master C nodded. “That’s from the blood rushing back.”

She was amazed there had been any blood that high in her
body at that point. She was sure it had all been in her throbbing clit. Unable
to remember a time when she had felt so many sensations at once, she sighed,
her body sated. She relaxed into her two masters.

“Don’t get too comfy,” Master Q warned. He traced a vein up
the inside of her thigh, causing her to open to him. “We’re not done yet. We’re
only resting.”

Chapter Four

Master C, her golden, tender Dom, leaned over to look
directly in her eyes. “Bring us each a drink.”

“Yes Sir.” And it hit her, her role as submissive. Really
taking orders. Rather than bristling against the command, she found she wanted
to take care of their needs, as if they were guests at her home. Take care of
her lovers, as they had treated her tender spots moments before. “Where are the
drinks?”

They instructed her where to find the pitcher of water and
glasses. She filled two and placed them on a tray, then stood before them,
sagging breasts and all, holding the tray while they drank.

When Master Q looked up, he caught her watching him. “A
slave doesn’t raise her eyes to her master unless instructed to.”

She quickly looked down at their feet. There was so much to
get used to, so much to learn in order to be a submissive. She’d read up about
it on the internet, in addition to what Mistress Marla had taught her, but
apparently hadn’t cracked the spine of the instruction manual yet.

At the thought of the woman’s name, she glanced at the chair
in the corner, which stood empty.

“She left midway through the scene. I guess she felt we had
everything under control, so to speak.” Master C pointed toward the ceiling
above the chair. “The cameras are monitored, so you’re never completely
unsupervised.”

As if they could have lost control! Chained as she’d been,
she was completely at their mercy. But she knew enough to keep her mouth shut
and kept her gaze on their feet. How easily she had trusted them not to go too
far, to cause real pain or injury. Funny how once she recognized them and
accepted the situation, that portion of her fears had vanished.

They placed their glasses back on the tray and Master Q had
instructions for her. “Put the tray back and bring the pillow from the table
over here.”

Lori found the rectangular pad covered in navy vinyl and
carried it to the bench where she stood, eyes down, and waited for direction.

Master Q leaned back against the wall and spread his knees apart.
He pointed to the floor between his feet. “Put the pillow here and kneel on
it.”

She knelt between his knees and debated putting her hands on
his muscular thighs. God, she wanted to touch them so badly! “May I touch you,
Master?”

“You may. And you may suck my cock until I tell you to
stop.”

She lifted her gaze and saw he was semi-hard already.
Reaching for his cock, she let her hand run the length of it a couple of times,
partly to quell her own need for contact. But this wasn’t about her. Taking him
fully in her mouth, Lori tasted the saltiness of his cum. It was a heady taste,
one she never would have confessed to liking before, but wanted more of now.

As his cock throbbed in her mouth, she realized her own
control in this activity. She was giving him a blowjob not because he demanded
it, but because it gave him pleasure. She could offer as much pleasure as she
wished, or withhold it if she preferred. Although withholding might lead him to
punish her. She was safest doing her damnedest to make it the best fucking
blowjob he’d ever gotten.

And she did. Changing her focus from getting him off to
giving him ecstasy, she listened to his body. Let her tongue make slow
exploration of him. Tightened her lips and sucked. Swallowed the precum as she
used the tip of her tongue to tease his slit.

The harder she worked on him, the harder it became to not
jump on him and fuck herself to completion along with him. She fought to ignore
the swelling of her clit, the steady pulse there that kept time with Master Q’s
panting breaths. Her hands tightened on his firm thighs, then caressed their
way up to his balls.

He groaned and slid forward until he almost fell off the
bench. “That’s good, sub. So fucking good.”

She took as much of his thick rod in her mouth as she could without
gagging, pressed him against the roof of her mouth with her tongue and sucked.
Pulled back slowly and lowered her mouth again on his cock. Her right hand
kneaded his thigh to keep from reaching between her own legs and spreading the
juices escaping her pussy.

“Look at me.”

Keeping her lips tightly around him, she raised her gaze to
his.

“I want you to watch me come.”

She nodded slightly and shifted her weight so she could
slide him in and out of her mouth without breaking their visual connection. His
eyes narrowed when his cock jumped. Each time he blinked, the action took a
moment longer than the last, and she thought his eyes rolled once.

Her pussy clenched in time with her rocking. God, how she
needed to touch herself there! She squeezed her thighs together but it brought
no relief.

Precum flowed more steadily and his balls tightened in her
hand, letting her know the time was there. She sucked in her cheeks, teased his
slit, and wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the base of his cock.

His growl echoed in the small room as he erupted, filling
her mouth with his hot cum. She continued to stroke and suck him, swallowing
often, and didn’t slow until the tension in his body drained.

At last he cupped her head in his hands. “That’s enough.
More than enough. Thank you.”

“Thank you, Master Q.” She wondered if her eyes were as
glassy as she felt they must be. His orgasm had brought her so close to one
herself, with no contact on her clit.

Master C touched her shoulder. “Bring the pillow over here
now.”

Oh God, he’d been watching her the whole time. Watching her
suck off his friend. She cringed deep inside in embarrassment, but when she saw
how hard his cock was, the emotion quickly fled.

He’d enjoyed the show. Her performance had pleased two men.
Her ego did a little strutting happy dance. Who would have thought she was hot
enough to make men wait in line for her?

Those thoughts quickly stepped aside when she focused on
Master C’s cock. He was closer to coming and needed less stimulation, she
thought, so she worked to make it that much more intense. Wondering where this
sort of knowledge came from, she wrapped her flattened tongue around his width.
Drew her tightened lips up the length of him.

She kept eye contact with him from the start, before she
realized she hadn’t been given permission and tore her gaze away. She didn’t
think her ass could withstand another flogging. Although her pussy would sure
enjoy it.

As soon as she looked away, he called her back. “No, no,
watch me as you suck me. Spread your knees as far as you can there and play
with your pussy. Make yourself come with me.”

Her eyes flared in delight. Quickly she dipped her middle
finger into her wetness and spread it over her clit. She pressed hard against
the nub, then flicked her fingernail across it.

She stroked herself with the same rhythm she used on his
cock, her free hand toying with his sac. She bobbed her head faster as her own
tension built.

“Don’t come until I tell you,” Master C ordered in a tight
voice.

Pressing her finger firmly against her clit stopped the
ascent for a moment. She stroked her tongue around the cock deep in her mouth,
increasing tension with her lips. He had to be close, as she was ready to
burst.

His eyes, barely visible through his narrowed lids, burned
into her, flitting between her hand on her pussy and her mouth on his cock. She
battled a wild urge to roll onto her back and let him watch her finger-fuck
herself until she screamed in passion.

But the price came too high—punishment for doing so without
being instructed. Would he flog her? Take her over his knee and spank her
barehanded?

Or flog her pussy, perhaps, carefully landing the blows so a
lash connected with her pulsing clit?

Images rolled through her mind until his face became a blur,
but she kept her eyes open, held back her orgasm and prayed for his release.

It hit him all at once, as if he’d been watching the porn
film in her head. He bucked his hips, jamming his cock into her mouth while his
hands held her head in place. He fucked her face, wildly thrashing, yelling
wordlessly as he pumped her mouth full of his hot cum.

“Come now, slave!” he ground out.

She let go of her reserve, thrust two fingers inside her
pussy and pressed her thumb against her clit. She screamed around his cock,
cutting herself off to swallow before she choked.

She let his cock fall out of her mouth as she gasped for
air. Unable to keep her head up, she collapsed against his thigh, panting. Her
body shivered at the cool air on her sweat-bathed skin. “Fuck.” Master C’s
breaths were almost as raspy as his voice. He leaned back against the wall.
“Oh, fuck. Yeah, that was good.”

Master Q gently nudged her shoulder and offered her a glass
of water. Too tired to move, she remained on her knees and drank the cooling
refreshment. Another first, giving two men head on the same night. Shoot, side
by side. Never in her wildest dreams…

Maybe that was her problem. She’d never dreamed wildly
enough. Sex was so routine with most of the men she met. Shopping here at
Unfettered seemed like the answer to her love-life questions. She could try out
men anonymously, have sex when she wanted it without all the entanglements.

Or were Marc and Brad looking for more than one night?
Doubts began to creep in her mind as she again wondered how she could sit side
by side with them in the meeting room after having sex. But her body was too
happy to let negative thoughts grow.

She inhaled deeply, fully satisfied, her senses filled with
the blended smells of their activities. What would they ask of her next? How
long did a scene last? Her body was limper than overcooked spaghetti at that
point—she doubted she could handle any more.

“I think you’ve performed well for us.” Master Q reached out
a hand and she leaned her cheek into his palm. The warm skin felt good on her
cool cheek. Her body temperature was cooling quickly due to the sweat coating
her.

“Yes, definitely,” agreed her other master. “Would you be
willing to play with us again?”

She looked up at them, her light and dark hunks of sex toy,
and couldn’t imagine finding anything more satisfying. It didn’t make sense to
mess with perfection, try other men. But there were still the work issues. “May
I speak plainly, Masters?”

They glanced at each other, then back to her. Master C
nodded. “Of course.”

“I know who you are, Brad. And Marc.”

Brad’s eyes flared and he reached for the mask, untying it
and pulling it off. “I guess that makes it easier to break the news to you.”

“I guess,” she repeated. Momentary anger rose in her gut
that they’d tried to pull something over on her, but logic swallowed it down.

Marc pulled off his mask and ran his fingers through his
long, sexy black hair. “Would you have come here if we’d invited you? You
turned me down for a drink at Blackie’s.”

“No, I probably wouldn’t have. I didn’t think it was a smart
idea for us to have sex in any way. I still don’t know how smart it was. I
should have said something as soon as I realized who you were.”

“Why didn’t you?” Brad asked.

“After talking to Mistress Marla and visiting the club, I
saw the sense of some of the things she said about men who are able to meet my
needs without being told.” She squirmed, suddenly uncomfortable in her naked
state but not about to acknowledge it, knowing it was the baring of her soul
that was her problem. “And to be honest, I think it was a bit of a relief
knowing it was you guys, not some strange men. That made it easier to trust.”

Marc’s lips spread and relief relaxed the muscles around his
eyes. “I’m glad about that.”