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“Your cunt is so wet I’m not going to need any lube.” Chris
dipped inside my sensitive sheath several times, dragging moisture out on every
pass. The irregular pauses made the anticipation of the next thrust that much
sweeter.

He crammed a very lifelike dildo inside my slick channel. I
sucked in mouthfuls of air and my entire lower body twitched. He fucked me with
it for several strokes, stopped, pushed it in a little farther, shafting me
with it until I gasped. He paused with it lodged deep inside me.

“I like the sight of your pussy clinging to that dick.”
While he spoke, he jostled it around, but it wasn’t to fuck me since he never
pulled it out again. It stayed lodged inside, making me ache for movement.

“Please,” slipped out, which Chris countered with a slap of
his hand against my upturned rear. A few seconds later, he switched on a dial.

All my thoughts disappeared. The dildo in my pussy slid
through my spasming muscles as it fucked me. It was sluggish on the first few
plunges but then it increased in speed, digging past the tight muscles of my
sheath. On every pass, it forced its way in to an equally devastating depth.

“It’s a machine. Any toy can be attached to it. We can vary
the speed with the twist of a dial.” To prove the concept, he turned it up to a
mind-numbing tempo.

I gasped on every thrust. The sound of the mechanism
deepened as my sex locked on it. I was about to come and opened my mouth to
scream…

He slowed it to a crawl before I could get there. A
frustrated curse exploded from inside me. He acted oblivious to my lost
pleasure. “Multiple toys can be connected when a sub needs more to keep
her…occupied.”

He climbed on—it felt like he straddled me backward—and
clutched my ass cheeks. He eased them apart, straining the lips of my pussy and
the sensitive muscles of my ass.

His pecs touched my lower back and I groaned loudly when his
tongue licked my quivering hole. “Do you want me to fuck your ass, baby? Do you
want me to fill you up?”

“Master C, please, please…I need you. Please.”

He released one of my cheeks and gathered my cream from the
toy still fucking my wet pussy. He spread moisture on my tiny asshole and I
tried to arch closer. He inserted one of his slick digits, causing my brain to
flip out. The rope tying my torso held me snugly in the position he demanded.

“I love stretching your ass.” He shoved his tongue inside
and I nearly came. Wetness leaked down to my clit and he captured it with the
palm of his hand. “It’s smooth and it stretches around my cock when I take you
here but I’m not going to give you that. You haven’t earned my cock yet. Not
when you tried to top me from the bottom. I’ve got other plans for this tight
ass.” Two or three fingers, I couldn’t be sure how many, filled my ass to make
his point, and I whimpered when he removed them.

“Ever heard of an anal hook? It’s a metal bondage device in
the shape of the letter J. It has one ball or more increasing in size on the
short side and on the long side there’s a catch so it can be attached to
restrain the wearer. It can be any temperature depending on the Dom’s
preferences…”

Chilly metal tapped my hip and I sucked in a shallow breath.
Yes, I knew what he was talking about but couldn’t find my voice to answer him.
I gave myself over to the sensation of his voice filling me up as his toys did
the same.

“Me, I like them cold. Holds your attention better.”

Wet digits thrust inside my rear, scissoring to loosen the
muscles. I was chewing my bottom lip by the time he put the chilly device in
place and pushed it barely inside my tight pucker.

My hole flared around the ball but then Chris hauled it
away. He pushed with a bit more force on the next thrust but before it could
sink inside, he heaved it back out. I groaned long and loud when it finally
slipped inside. Chris pressed it in until my ass swallowed the cold ball. The
cock attached to the fucking machine rubbed against it on every delicious
stroke, an ultrasensitive thin barrier the only thing separating the two.

“Up,” he instructed Nick. The hook lifted inside my rear,
stretching me, tempting me. It was better than I’d fantasized.

A chill from the metal buried inside me raced along my
spine. Chris jumped off the table.

I could feel it. The calm before the storm. It rushed
through my veins, making me lightheaded.

Chris was fast approaching the point of no return. He was
behind me…fighting it.

His knuckles brushed against my inner thigh when he twisted
a dial. Vibration started in my pussy, followed by an answering hum in my ass.
“Ffuuuuccccckkkk…”

Footsteps in front of me grew louder. A warm palm caressed
my cheek and I was alone in my fight no longer. Jared didn’t speak, didn’t
touch me again, but he was close and that was enough.

The deafening crack of a whip echoed above me and I waited
for the pain, anticipating it, aching for it.

“That’s your only warning.” Chris’ words were fierce but
fear seeped out beneath them.

He expected me to safeword.

It pissed me off that he thought I would disappoint him so
easily.

I licked my lips, swallowed and braced myself for the storm
about to break. “Will you count to three next? Or send me to bed with no
dinner?”

The pain.

The intensity I expected was nothing compared to the fire
that flashed across my thigh when Chris sent the whip lashing down.

I cried out then sucked it in again. The next blow cracked
against my left buttock. Then my right in quick succession.

Each blow electrified my clit, sending a gush of wetness out
past the thick dildo still fucking my wet core.

The buzzing in my passages grew louder, along with my
shrieks of pleasure. By letting go, disciplining me, he gave me my life back.
It wasn’t about the past any longer. It was about us and it was beautiful.

The piercing ache inside my chest blew apart. My mind
hovered inside the eye of a hurricane. Chaos reigned all around me but
somehow…I was safe from it all.

The final blow landed, filling me with love. Jared removed
my blindfold but I didn’t immediately lift my lashes. The lowering of the dais
registered in my muddy brain. I moaned as the toys, still within me, wriggled.

The sluggish speed of the fucking machine kept a steady hum
of arousal churning through my blood. The long part of the hook still lodged in
my ass gently fell forward along my backbone, as if someone had guided it.

Jared’s warm hand registered on the side of my throat. He
unclipped the catch holding the front of my collar, relieving pressure on the
back of my neck. He cupped my cheeks and the scent of his cock reached me
before the crown pushed past my lips.

“Suck it, baby. Let me in. Fuck, I need your mouth on me.”

With Jared’s quiet declaration, strength flooded me.
Slurping noises and wet sucking sounds heightened my pleasure. I sucked his
dick as if it were the last time. I needed to pleasure him. To show him he was
one of the two most important people in existence.

The fly from Jared’s jeans scratched my chin. He fucked my
mouth, guiding my movements, thrusting in shallow and then deep. Catching him
at the back of my throat proved difficult since his thrusts were rough and
clumsy.

“Got to…have you.” The words came from Chris as he crowded
in behind me. “My marks. Our Cyn.” He stroked the lines crisscrossing my ass
and upper legs.

I almost came from that simple touch alone. Those stripes
would bind us together for the rest of our lives and I would wear them proudly.

His possessive rumble made emotion clog my throat.

Chris lubed his cock and placed it beside the metal filling
my ass. I struggled against my bindings with the last of my strength.

“Take it. Take me. All of me.”

That’s when I understood what it was to be a submissive. It
was that easy.

Even if I was scared, or feared any pain that would arise, I
was the strong one. I trusted them with the fragile core of myself. I gave it
willingly and without reservation because they would cherish it. They completed
every part of me with the only love I needed.

Theirs. I’d rather break than disappoint them.

I hummed in pleasure, relaxing my muscles, allowing Chris to
push deeper inside. My muffled words of acceptance whispered past Jared’s cock
and he soothed my cheek.

The vibration and speed of the dildo in my pussy ramped up,
along with Chris’ thrusts.

He grabbed the rope tying my waist, jerking me back to meet
his thrusts.

“Swallow it, blondie. Every last goddamn drop. Fuck…”
Jared’s grip on my jaw tightened. The first splash of cum hit my taste buds and
I lapped it up. He shoved in deep, holding himself still, forcing me to swallow
around the head of his cock to obey his order.

He withdrew with a groan, allowing me to consume his
passion. He erupted into my mouth, coating my tongue with the taste of his
wicked pleasure.

Chris bent over me, trapping the hook between us, plunging
his thick member to the extreme limits of my body. He rubbed tight circles over
my engorged clit. The high-pitched shriek he fucked from me bounced off the
walls.

“Come,” Chris demanded. “Come now. With me.”

Short, jerky strokes filled my ass, manipulating the ball on
the end of the hook against the nerve-rich bundle buried inside. Chris let out
a roar of pure ecstasy. His entire body wrenched above me.

“Now,” he yelled, spanking my clit with astounding accuracy.

“Yes…” An orgasmic tidal wave washed over me, covering every
inch of my flesh with pure bliss. White stars exploded behind my eyelids and my
mind expanded to take in every sensation.

His firm hand strummed my clit. Jared kissed my ribs amid
the ropes then latched onto one of my berry-ripe nipples. Pounding arousal
sparkled along each cell inside me until death from pleasure became a real
possibility.

A whisper of love tickled my ears as tension drained from
every fiber of my being. A whimper skated along my vocal cords as Chris slid free
and stood again. He kissed my waist, carefully removing the hook. He caressed
the marks on my rear and then tongued my well-used ass. My gasps broke free on
every swipe of his tongue.

“Mine.” Chris shut off the toys. Tiny tremors of delight
detonated in my wonderfully abused core.

The rest of what they did to free me passed in a blur.

Chris and Jared massaged my skin and removed each strap,
each piece of rope. Chris gently lifted me into strong arms and carried me out.

My lovers brought me up to our suite and laid me flat on my
stomach in our bed. They lay next to me on either side and gradually full
consciousness returned.

“We have a request,” Chris stated when I peered over at him.
I expected nerves, maybe a little sheepishness. A grade-A satisfied male
smirked back.

“You can have anything. Just give me fifteen minutes and a
Gatorade.” I smiled and his laughter filled my soul to bursting.

Chris caressed my cheek. “First, thank you both,” his
attention flicked to Jared, “for believing in me.” He rested his forehead
against mine while Jared grasped his shoulder.

Neither Jared nor I said anything. What quietly passed
between us said it all.

“Now, your diary,” Chris announced.

I pushed myself up onto my elbows. “But I gave it to you
tonight.”

Jared opened the top drawer of the nightstand, withdrawing a
beautiful brown-leather diary with wings tooled into the cover. He laid it on
top of the pillow. “We bought you a new one because we want you to keep writing
your fantasies. We want you to fill the pages—and every so often, when you
least expect it, we’ll surprise you with one of them.”

“We’ll have a fresh start,” Chris added. “Together.”

His words flooded me with possibilities. Nothing could have
prevented the smile spreading across my lips. Tenderly, I traced along the
beautiful lines of the feathers.

“Deal, but on one condition,” I countered.

Jared kicked up an eyebrow. “This condition would be?”

“You each add your fantasies too. Especially after tonight.
Maybe one of these days, I’ll surprise you.”

Jared took the journal, placed it on the stand then hauled
me beside him. He drew one of my legs up over his, kissed me soundly on the
mouth and said, “I’m in.”

Chris scooted closer until his cock nestled against my
backside. “Me too.” He kissed me. Jared massaged my breasts. His fingers
tormented my tight-tipped nipples, which desperately yearned for his mouth
again.

“Thank you,” I purred when Chris finally released my lips.
“For loving me. For waiting for me.” I glanced at the two halves of my heart
and gathered them close.

Chris palmed downward past my stomach until he found me wet
and swollen. The breath left me in a rush as desire took over.

“I’ll begin my entries with ‘Dear Sirs’ and you can start
yours with…‘Dear Cyn’.”

I’m going to just jump right in and get the easy stuff out
of the way up-front. I’m a wife, mother and business owner in Texas with a
penchant for high heels and pretty outrageous toenail polish. I have a very
supportive family that I love unconditionally and am fortunate enough to
genuinely like and respect them as well.

I started reading romance back in college, liked it so-so,
and then I found erotica. Stories a bit on the dark side, a lot on the naughty
side, and at the risk of sounding cheesy, it felt like coming home. Finding a
genre made just for minds like mine was an amazing revelation, and I swear the
characters in my head haven’t stopped hounding me since!

I hope my writing speaks for itself, and I hope it speaks to
you. The fact that I have the opportunity to share a little piece of myself
with you absolutely floors me. On a daily basis I am overwhelmed by the good
fortune that is my life, and I vowed years ago never to take it for granted.

Best advice I’ve ever been given—find the real you and never
settle for anything less. Well guess what? I found her! Lord help the rest of
you.

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