Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 140604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
She got the feeling Master G wasn’t as invested in the role play as his friend, but he was trying and that was all she needed. When Master K stepped back, she allowed Master G to move her and have his turn.
Turns. The word should make her feel dirty, but it didn’t. Maybe it was the fact that she knew a relationship like this could work. Maybe it was because her parents weren’t real big on shame. The idea of them taking turns threatened to set her on fire.
Of course, if they had more time, they wouldn’t have to take turns. They could take her at the same time. One in her pussy, one in her ass.
The thought stoked her desire even higher.
Master G dominated her mouth, his tongue dancing with hers. She heard Master K doing something behind them, but she didn’t know what it was until she looked at him.
He took off his shirt, and there was a gorgeous chest. There were some scars, but they did nothing to mar his perfection. Broad shoulders and strong arms. He had the kind of abs one couldn’t get in a gym. The man worked, and she liked that. His brown eyes seemed darker than before, filled with his will.
“Like I said, I want to see what they taught you.” Master K held out a hand. She placed hers in it and he drew her close. He was a good five inches taller than she was, and he loomed in the sexiest way. “I want you on your knees in front of Master G. I want to see you use that sweet mouth on him. Can you do that for me?”
Could she lick and suck and enjoy what was likely a very nice cock? She realized she hadn’t merely missed the orgasms that came with sex. She missed the intimacy and the play. Missed the service part of D/s. It filled something inside her that she hadn’t realized was missing.
“Yes, Sir,” she assured him in a perfectly calm voice that belied her excitement. This was exactly what she needed before the next few weeks of confessions and lawyers and dealing with crap she didn’t want to deal with.
Master K let his eyes roam over her body. “You’re gorgeous. I want to tell you that you don’t need shapewear, but that’s your call, baby. But you should know you’re gorgeous with and gorgeous without it.”
Oh, she could get into him. She leaned into the role play so she didn’t fall further for this man who seemed to know exactly what to say. “The academy taught us to always try to achieve perfection when it comes to being attractive to our Masters.”
“Perfection is boring,” Master K replied. “I would have you real and here with us. Now get on your knees and show me what they taught you.”
She turned and looked at Master G, who had managed to get out of his clothes and stood before her in all his glory. And he had a lot of glory. He was taller than Master K, a bit leaner, but no less muscular. Like the difference between a linebacker and a swimmer. Both incredibly hot in their own ways. Two different gorgeous versions of masculinity.
“I’ve only ever practiced on toys, Sir.” She sank to her knees and kept her voice slightly nervous. Although she was nervous. It had actually been a long time since she served her Master in this way. The truth was she never had more than a temporary Dom for play. “I might be terrible.”
Master G’s generous lips turned up in a smile, and his hand came out to stroke her hair. “I can walk you through it.”
“But not until she’s undressed.” Master K walked up behind her.
Before she could argue that she didn’t have anything else she could take off, she felt his hand in her hair, twisting out the pins and releasing it. It flowed around her shoulders, brushing the tops. He was right. This was better. She felt sexy and primal. She felt like a sexual being with none of her normal worries.
All that mattered right now was pleasing these two men.
“Yes, that’s lovely,” Master G said. “All that hair is beautiful.”
Her hair was wild. Always had been. As a child she didn’t care, let it flow wherever it wanted. As an adult she carefully maintained it, tried to straighten it so she didn’t look like she’d grown up running around a ranch with a ton of animals. Like she was perfectly comfortable in barns.
It felt nice to have it loose. It wasn’t in her natural curl, but it was good to have it down.
Maybe she would let it air dry tomorrow morning.
She knelt back, getting in the proper submissive position, knees spread, head down, waiting for him to give her the command.