Bondage Buddies (Masters of Marquis #1) - Golden Angel Page 0,5

aimed the flogger at the tender undersides of Ellie’s breasts, making her shriek at the impact, then again as the weights on her nipples bounced along with her breasts. Domi’s nipples throbbed in erotic sympathy.

Smack!

Master Mitch’s hand slapped her ass, making her cry out in surprise. Her cheek stung where the blow had landed. Like when he’d pinched her nipples, he wasn’t giving her any warm-up time... and her body loved and hated him for it.

Smack!

She moaned, lifting her hips up for more.

Smack! Smack!

Thwap!

She shrieked, her pussy pulsing with pain from the particularly hard smack. Oops, she’d dropped her head, taking her eyes off the show. Jerking her head back up again, she shuddered with the erotic pain as Master Mitch started spanking her again, covering her entire ass with hard swats. Propped up on her elbows, she could feel her breasts swaying beneath her, the clamps tugging on her from the movement.

On stage, Master Michael dropped the flogger and moved to Ellie, quickly undoing the rope and making her cry out as blood rushed back into her tortured breasts. Tears dripped onto the abused mounds, and she screamed, jerking slightly when he removed the weights from her nipples and gave each of them a sharp pinch. The insides of her thighs were glistening with the evidence of her arousal, even as she shuddered and sobbed.

Moving behind her, Master Michael undid the front of his leathers, taking his cock in hand. Retrieving a small tube from his pocket, he squirted shiny liquid onto his cock, and Domi moaned when she realized his intention. Fuck, this was going to be hot.

Ellie’s sobbing breaths turned into another shriek as Master Michael lined his cock up with Ellie’s ass and thrust in at the same time, Master Mitch thrust into Domi’s pussy. She cried out with relief at finally being filled, her muscles clamping around him. One of Mitch’s hands pulled at the back of her hair, keeping her head up, so she was staring right at Master Michael and Ellie. Moving his hands around to Ellie’s front, closing around her tormented breasts and squeezing, he began fucking her ass with a hard, pounding rhythm.

Master Mitch kept one hand in Domi’s curls, the other wrapped around her hip as he fucked her pussy as hard as Master Michael was riding Ellie’s ass. Domi shuddered, bracing herself against his hard thrusts, her breasts bouncing, nipples protesting the abuse whenever the clamps brushed against the table, digging into her flesh. Every slap of Master Mitch’s body against her spanked cheeks reignited the sting from his hand. Her pussy convulsed around him, her passion climbing higher.

Watching the show with a Dom was everything Domi had imagined and more.

Another scream from Ellie echoed around the room. Master Michael had removed the clit clamp, and the fingers of one of his hands were buried in her pussy, rubbing roughly against the sensitive nub, increasing both her pain and her pleasure. Echoing his movement, Master Mitch released one of Domi’s nipples and thrust his hand between her thighs.

Ecstasy exploded inside her, twisting around the stinging pain into its own unique creation that flooded her body. Domi’s cries joined the others filling the room, her orgasm pulsing inside her, along with Master Mitch’s cock. She could feel him throbbing, flooding her pussy with his cum.

Mitch

Fuck.

With a strangled cry, Mitch emptied himself into Domi, the silky walls of her pussy gripping and squeezing the life out of his cock with each pulse of her orgasm. The incredible eroticism of fucking the hell out of her while they watched another couple playing and fucking… He was definitely going to be bringing her back to Marquis in the future.

Normally, he wouldn’t consider that because it might give a subbie ideas, but this was Domi. If anything, he’d probably have to reassure her he wasn’t getting the wrong idea. Marquis was date-like.

But he had dibs.

He had to admit, it was one of his better ideas.

Whimpering, Domi went limp in front of him, still panting, her pussy quivering around his shrinking cock. On stage, Michael had already removed the restraints from Ellie’s wrists and was bundling her up in his arms to carry her offstage. From the expression on her face, she was still flying high.

The lights around the room went up to the dim setting that had indicated the show was about to start. It would stay that way until everyone left, giving them just enough light to make their exit but keeping the