another skinny rod, but this one has a flat head at the end. Without warning, Adrian strikes my nipple with the flap at the same time as Damiano surges forward to take me into his mouth. He pushes the rope and knot aside, and all the other rope points pressing into me dig in even more. Everything in me clenches, making the fire in my ass burn even hotter. Panting, I try to release, try to relax, but Damiano’s assault on my pussy leaves me tighter than when we started. His tongue slides up my center, making my toes curl and my ass clench. Groaning, I throw my head back, trying to make sense of the sensations flowing through me. The ropes tug and pull over my body, especially the set on top of the metal.
Each movement and twist of Damiano’s fingers pulls those ropes tighter and tighter against my back, forcing the metal even deeper inside. He continues to feast on me as Adrian peppers every available inch of my breast with that infernal toy. Each strike is like a lick of flame curling up on my skin and settling low in my body. Every nerve ending is on edge. I’m so close to the tipping point, but not quite there.
Damiano releases the ropes at my front, giving me a little slack behind. I’m panting, trying to fill my lungs as best I can before the two decide to torture me some more. Pulling back, Damiano pauses for a moment before sliding slick fingers under the rope and across my clit. I jerk back, suspicious of anything he puts on me, and I soon find my suspicions to be warranted. Within minutes both sides are burning. The rope knot grinds against my clit, adding to the friction. I squirm and writhe, pulling on the restraints, trying to get away from the sensations flowing through me.
Adrian grasps the ropes along my breastbone and pulls me back down, anchoring me in place. The burn isn’t unbearable—quite the opposite. I find myself becoming increasingly horny. I rock my pelvis against the ropes, trying to find my much-needed release. With a grunt, Damiano slaps my lower lips, halting my movements. The sting only amps me up even higher. Animalistic noises pour from my throat as I chase his hand with my clit. I’m so close. So very close. Surely he knows that.
He leans in, grazing the shell of my ear with his nose. “Beg, cara. Let me hear those filthy words spill from your delectable mouth.”
I stare at him for a moment, my mouth open. He really wants me to beg? His nimble fingers pluck at the rope connected to the knot on my clit, sending shards of painful pleasure deep inside me. “Please. Oh please,” I whine, trying desperately to find my own release. But my tormentors hold on, not letting me have more, not giving me what I need, not nearly enough.
“Oh, I think you can do better than that,” he croons softly. “Tell me, cara, what do you want me to do to you right now?”
My mind races. What don’t I want him to do to me? “I want you to finger fuck me into next week.”
He slides a finger down my cheek, and I capture it in my mouth before sucking hard. His nostrils flare, and I’m elated knowing he’s not as unaffected as he tries to make out. Remnants of the mystery liquid coat my tongue, setting it alight with darts of warmth, but I don’t care. At this point, the only fire I care about is in my clit.
Damiano’s thick fingers ease their way into my sheath, and we both groan in unison. “Arian, crop her, won’t you, I have my hands full. That naughty mouth needs to be punished, but I’ll still oblige her wish.”
“Yes,” I moan, letting my head fall back again. The stinging blows of the crop meld into the pleasure I feel at Damiano’s hands. His fingers slide back and forth, pistoning in and out between the ropes. Each movement jerks the knot at my clit. With wild abandon, I thrust my hips up to meet his fingers, trying to chase that high I know is coming. In my haze, I’m vaguely aware that Adrian isn’t striking me anymore, and instead, he’s huddled over Damiano.
A glint of silver flashes in the lights and the ropes around my hips fall slack. Shoving the cut ropes to the side, Damiano brings his mouth down against