Lydia continued
When I open my eyes again, Patrick was kneeling in front of me and brushing my hair back with a gentle smile. He kissed me and asked me to say my safe words out loud.
“I just want to know that you remember them, kitten,” he assured.
“Red for stop, yellow for slow down,” I told him quietly.
He nodded and brushed his thumb across my cheek. “Daddy and I will keep checking in with you, alright?”
“Okay.”
He kissed me again and stood up, his cock was hard already and straining at his pants, all I wanted was to reach out and touch it, but these cursed handcuffs held me back. A hand brushed my hair away from my face again and suddenly my eyes were being covered with a silky mask. I shivered slightly and readjusted myself as I stood there, everything from the waist down completely exposed to everyone in the room.
A strike laded on my ass from a bare hand. It was an easy blow, just one to warm me up, and all it made me do was moan softly and push back for another. The sound of people laughing made my face almost as warm as my butt, they all took great amusement in watching them work me over, pausing between spankings to grope at my pussy again. The myriad of hands touching me at once was pure ecstasy – soft or gruff, big or small, they were all warm and for that moment I wasn’t being touched because they wanted to feel the baby, they wanted to feel me.
One set of hands moved higher, sliding up my back and running through my hair casually as they came to stand in front of me. There was a long pause and I wondered what happened until suddenly my ass was struck with a heavy paddle that made me cry out in surprise. That was all it took before the person in front of me grabbed my hair again and ran his cock over my lips. I was momentarily distracted by the taste of the lube and latex that the burning pain in my ass was forgotten. Obediently, I opened my mouth and let him push in, thankful that he was wearing protection.
The cries from the crowd demanding that he fuck my mouth were almost rhythmic as they blended into the sound of the paddle meeting my skin. Strike after strike landed and my eyes were burning from fighting back the tears. My pussy became their focus as they moved from aiming across the cheeks to lower, across the tops of my thighs where it was most painful and where most of my pussy could be hit as well. I knew I was wet, I knew they could all see it, and I wasn’t even a little bit ashamed this time.
“Look at her cunt,” someone said with a booming laugh. “She does like that, doesn’t she? Fucking slut.”
I would have agreed if my mouth wasn’t tired and currently full. Suddenly my legs were kicked further apart and hands were spreading my pussy further open. I jolted when a tongue flicked across my sex, lapping at my wetness eagerly. I moaned loudly around the cock in my mouth and began to squirm as the person eating me out shoved their tongue in deep. A hand rested on my back and Jon’s voice was in my ear.
“Where are we at, dove?”
I flexed three fingers immediately. I didn’t want this to stop, it was all too good. Jon chuckled and pressed a gentle kiss to my temple.
“We’re watching, we’ve got you.”
I love you so much. I couldn’t believe that I would ever open up like this, but here I was and I had them to thank for it.
The cock in mouth was getting more forceful and all at once he shoved in deep and held himself there while he came, moaning loudly the entire time. I wasn’t far behind, the person behind me started sucking on my clit for a moment and I came hard, choking on the cock in my mouth and trying desperately not to clamp my legs shut as they shook and my body trembled.
His cock slowly withdrew and soon the person behind me stood up, but they didn’t let go of my hips.
“Hello, Lydia,” a soft voice purred next to my ear. “Lift you chin, babe, I’m taking a seat here.”
Eloise’s voice had me blushing again as I realized what she wanted to do. Several hands grabbed me to help readjust as she took a seat on my bench and I lowered my face between her legs, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her pussy. I’d only given it a tentative kiss when I jolted in surprise again, this time at the shock of whoever was behind me now trailing their tongue up over my ass.
Patrick had done that once and I pushed him away before he could do it again. It seemed…rude. There was no other word for it.
I felt the people around me stop and hold still, waiting for me to continue or pause to assert my limits. After a few moments I felt Jon or Pat’s hand on my back again, obviously checking in. With a deep breath, I flashed the same three fingers and focused on Eloise.
Tension melted away and I was soon lost in her pussy while the stranger tongued my sex from every possible angle. I focused on her as much as I could while getting eaten out with little pauses here and there for them to go to town on me with the paddle again. My ass felt like it was throbbing from the pain and my mind was in a fog, I couldn’t tell how long I had been there anymore and soon enough I couldn’t maintain the position. I flashed two fingers and instantly felt one of the guys steadying me and helping lower me down so that I was kneeling instead.
Elle didn’t seem to care, her fingers found my hair and she pulled me back to her pussy, grinding herself against my face. She tasted so much sweeter than any man I’d been with, her touch was infinitely gentler, and I was in love with the scent of her citrusy perfume or bodywash. Even when she tugged at my hair, it didn’t feel like when my Doms did it, it was something else entirely.
Master’s husky, lust filled voice was next to my ear, telling me to eat her pussy and make her come while he tugged and teased my overly sensitive nipples. I leaned into Elle to stop myself from crying out when he secured what felt like clothespins to my nipples, he was mocking me while he did it, telling me that he knew I was going to come again and they wanted to see me do it. His hands slid lower down my body, seeking out my pussy where he instantly began massaging my clit. I squirmed while Elle moaned loudly and tugged at my hair again. I wasn’t sure which one of us would finish first, but we were both getting close.
“Pull her dress down more.” Daddy’s voice came from behind me. “Lower – just pull it all the way down.”
My dress became something more like a belt as it bunched up around my waist but I didn’t care, I was too busy grinding on my Master’s hand to notice much else. Suddenly Elle’s moaning turned into a sharp cry and she clutched me to her pussy, her wetness bathed my tongue and I sucked at it frantically, loving the way it felt to be used by so many people.
Her grip loosened and the tension in her thighs melted away as quickly as it came, I continued to mindlessly lap at her while my wrist restraints were loosened, not paying attention to the murmur I heard passing through the crowd. I should have known better, but all the warning I had was Daddy trailing the suede straps of the flogger up the center of my back before he brought it down hard across my shoulders.
I yelped and jerked in surprise, I was quickly steadied by several hands again and Eloise’s giggling calmed me slightly. He struck again, the straps bit into my skin, warming it and sending a pleasant ache through my body, all the while Master was working my clit without stopping. Elle moved off the bar and I leaned my cheek there again, focusing on my breathing while they moved up and down my back.
“Come for me, kitten,” Master urged, his lips brushing my ear. “Show everyone how much you like Daddy using you like this.”
The sound of his voice, like honey dripping from his tongue, and the bit of the suede against my ass cheek pushed me over the edge. The tension in my body coiled and snapped at once, releasing in a sudden rush that had me feeling almost dizzy as the wetness dripped down my thighs. Everything became too much, my body was overstimulated, and I bucked against his hand in an attempt to push him away, he refused and grabbed my hair before kissing me hard. His tongue invaded my mouth and for a brief moment, I was back in the office with his arms around my waist and his fingers tangled in my hair.
It was so much simpler when we were just fucking around at work.
But it felt so much better to be here now, letting his love drag me down into depravity with him.
I love you, Master.
Always and forever, I would love these men. For nothing more than the simple fact that they made me feel loved when I couldn’t do that for myself. Their love was as fucked up as I was, and I craved that more than anything.
The wolf whistles from behind us was what brought me back to the moment and I tucked my face against his shoulder in embarrassment while he just laughed with them. I never thought that an environment like this would be so relaxed and carefree, or maybe it was just because I didn’t have to look at them this time around that it felt that way.
“Alright, we need you to stand back up,” Master urged me. “Come on, give me your hand.”
He pulled me up from the floor onto shaky legs, I expected him to lead me somewhere else, or even take the blindfold off, but he just laid me back across the bar with my ass available to them. The image of him with the cane lingered in my mind and I knew then that they weren’t stopping with a handful of toys and a party of onlookers – they wanted to use me in a way that they hadn’t in a while.
I wasn’t sure if it was the baby moving or just butterflies in my stomach, maybe it was both, but whatever it was made me feel nervous for a fleeting second. I shifted from foot to foot and focused on my breathing as they moved around me, letting myself relax and remember my safe words.
This time when I felt hands in my hair, I noticed the slight shift in the demeanor and knew instantly that Master was now the one behind me, while Daddy was petting me. Master was usually gentler than the other man, he would pull my hair just as much but he wasn’t as gruff when it was only petting.
“Open your mouth, little girl,” he ordered. “Give my cock a kiss.”
He tapped his cock against my lips and I smirked before giving the tip a wet kiss with my tongue swirling around the opening. He moaned in appreciation and a second later someone undid my handcuffs.
“Hands on the bar,” Daddy continued.
I brought them up to grab the padded bench seat and they fastened me there. I now had more support and I could hold myself up better but it alerted my nerves that they were getting ready.
Daddy kept his hands in my hair and continued murmuring assurances about how well I was doing. I was certain that he knew I was getting worked up and I couldn’t last too much longer without a break, but we were almost to the end of their scene, and I could sense it. I was sinking lower into subspace with the world around me becoming a blur.
How long had we been here? Hours – or minutes?
I didn’t know.
I nuzzled into Daddy’s hand, his thumb stroked over my cheek in a reminder that I wasn’t alone and they were feeling the same emotional high that I was. It was amplified when something cool and smooth touched my inner calf, gliding upward toward my pussy. It tickled and I had to fight the urge not to move away as it grazed several super sensitive spots. Daddy continued attempting to distract me with his cock, having me kiss and lick the tip while Master ran the cane along my slit, covering it in my wetness.
“How many do you think, kitten?” he asked. “Pick a number between ten and twenty.”
I couldn’t handle twenty, I knew that I would want that many, but I couldn’t handle it. I tried to be reasonable with the number, telling myself that ten was already a lot and I didn’t need to push myself. “Fifteen,” I answered thickly, my voice fighting me every step of the way.
“Fifteen sounds like a good number,” Daddy said with a chuckle.
“Fifteen it is,” Master agreed. “Now relax, all that tension isn’t going to make this feel good.”
It was hard not to be tense, but I couldn’t argue with him, neither would I have wanted to. I trusted my Master, and whether it was out of habit or because he really did have that control over me, I felt the tension in my body dissolve, taking me higher and letting me relax fully.
It was right then that he struck directly across the center of my ass cheeks. The thudding sound was loud, it rang in my ears and processed before the deep-seated throbbing pain it caused. I gasped loudly and Daddy shoved his cock into my mouth, gagging me in time for a second strike that landed before I finished processing the first.
If he wanted me to count, I couldn’t. I knew I couldn’t even if Daddy’s cock wasn’t fucking my mouth because almost instantly everything became a little hazier. My pussy tingled and my tits ached but I could barely feel it now through the pain from the cane.
Master called out as he struck again, moving around me to hit one cheek at a time, counting for everyone to hear while my head spun and my knees threatened to give out completely. My thighs were coated in my wetness and cold because of it, but every other part of me burned to be touched and hit and kissed and everything else they could dream up.
“Five,” Master called out. The cane landed across the tops of my thighs, right where he’d used the paddle so much and it made me cry out around Daddy’s cock.
I clenched my fist to try and get myself to quiet down. The haze was melting away, the bliss fading slightly and I needed to catch their attention when I felt a kiss being pressed against my lower back.
“Kitten,” Master called to me. “Tell me where we are, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart… Where was I? I was here, with them and I was safe, but I was dancing dangerously close to that edge and I didn’t want to plunge back down like I had before.
“Yellow,” I whispered.
“Do you want to stop it there?”
“No.”
He chuckled and kissed me again. “Do you want to try and go to ten?”
I nodded.
“Alright, I won’t hit you there again.”
I nodded again in thanks and turned back towards Daddy’s cock. I couldn’t suck it anymore, my jaw hurt too much but he didn’t seem to mind as I kissed and licked the tip while my Master got back into place behind me.
He continued calling out the count as he whipped me and I couldn’t help but notice how much softer his strikes were now so that he wouldn’t overdo it. They still hurt, they still stung like a sonofabitch, but he stayed to the fattier parts of my ass and avoided my thighs like he promised.
By the time he reached ten, I was begging them to fuck me. My voice trembled and shook over each word and every hit but as soon as he stopped, I wish I hadn’t asked him to. I wanted him to keep going and he didn’t, instead, he gave my pussy a lick that made my toes curl and then immediately sheathed himself inside me.
There was no warning, no build up and I let out a sharp gasp as my back arched and my body rushed to accommodate his size. Daddy pushed his cock back into my mouth and they fucked me in unison. I really was back in his office, being bent over the desk before a meeting and filled with their come so that I would feel their presence for the rest of the day.
They pushed and pulled me to suit their needs; Master dug his fingers into my hips and pulled me back on him while Daddy fought to get the rest of his cock in my mouth. One of them yanked me up and tore my mask off, I was momentarily blinded and they just kept tossing me around like their little doll until I had my arms around my Master’s neck and my legs around his waist while I sat on the bar where Eloise had. Daddy nipped and sucked at the soft spot under my ear while pawing at my tits, discarding the nipple clamps on the floor. I came again, I couldn’t stop it even if I tried because of my Master’s cock rubbing against my g-spot.
I grabbed at them frantically and squeezed my eyes shut to block out everything else but them. I barely even noticed when Master finished, it was only when I felt him pulling away and withdrawing completely that I realized he came and I tried to hold him to the spot.
“No, don’t go,” I pleaded, grabbing him. “Please don’t go—”
“I’m not going anywhere,” he interrupted. “I’m right here, sweetheart, I’m just switching spots with Daddy.”
I sniffled and wiped my face while nodding reluctantly. I didn’t even know when I had started crying but I did now and I wished I wasn’t. One day I would control the tears better, one day I wouldn’t be such a crybaby in front of them. But today I was, and Daddy was there to wrap his arms around me.
“Do you want to stay standing, dove?” he asked as he brushed a lock of hair away from my face. “Do you need to change positions?”
I nodded and he slipped his hands under my thighs to pick me up. I laughed as he carted me over to a very soft looking loveseat. Several people were still watching us but most had devolved into their own escapades and I could tell some had sought out other rooms to continue on in.
Daddy dropped down onto the red sofa and urged me to stand back up just long enough to turn around and face forward on his lap. Electricity prickled up my spine as I watched Master stalk towards us, his gaze locked on my sex. I spread my legs further apart for him as I lowered myself onto the other man’s cock. It was so simple and yet my face flamed and I felt like I was exposing myself in a way I hadn’t before.
Master was grinning mischievously as he watched us rut together in front of him, slowly he knelt down on the floor in front of me and my heart fluttered at the sight of him in such a submissive position. He didn’t hesitate as he leaned forward, licking from the base of Daddy’s cock up to my clit, tasting all of us at once. I threw my head back and moaned, begging Daddy to fuck me harder while my Master teased us both.
I was in heaven, lost between them all over again and praying that it would never end.
Every time I opened my eyes I saw something different – Daddy’s arctic gaze rendering me powerless, Eloise leading Ike around by his cock, Master’s amber eyes making my heart race, flashes of people passing by and groping my tits, and then, in the corner, I saw her.
Christine.
She was watching me.
Us.
She was watching her ex-husband fuck me senseless, and my fiancé was licking both that man’s cock and my pussy. I lost myself again, plunging down into the icy depths as I came hard and cried out in shock as I did. Daddy groaned and followed close behind, bottoming out inside me and filling me with his cum just like my Master had done.
I collapsed back on Daddy and felt the full force of the evening crash down on me. My ass was unbelievably sore, my pussy was the same and all I could do was groan and stretch languidly.
“Oh, are you tired?” Patrick teased.
“I am,” I replied with a smirk. “Very, very tired.”
“Do you want to stay down here a little longer or do you want to go back to our room for a bath?” Jon asked. “It’s up to you.”
Staying down here sounded like fun and all, and I would have loved to join Ike and Eloise in the corner, but I was aching and I wanted some alone time with the guys. They understood and promised that we could always see the couple before we left for Vegas tomorrow.
We headed upstairs together and I looked around for Christine again but she was gone. No one seemed to care or notice, couples and groups went about their business without even looking up when we left. What a weird party, I thought absently, way better than the initiation though. At least I didn’t feel guilty this time, that was what really mattered.
Upstairs, we took turns pampering each other. Jon let me wash his hair while Pat rubbed us both down with eucalyptus and lavender body wash, Pat let me return the favor, but he didn’t let me wash his hair. He seemed to be getting more protective over it the longer it got, which I found both cute and funny considering how much of a departure it was from how he looked when we met. Afterwards, we all curled up in bed together in front of the TV. I had no idea there was a TV hidden in the bureau last time I was here – and I was somewhat annoyed that I was only just finding out, but what can you do?
I was sandwiched between them while we watched reruns of Reba. My heated body pillows were snoring soundly and keeping me cozy under the covers, except for one thing – I couldn’t shake the feeling of Christine watching me. Her words lingered in my mind, reminding me that she did promise to come here – but why? She knew what this was for, she knew there was nothing she could do about out relationships. So why show up?
My only answer was that it had to do with her behaviour at the Swan Society and the way she’d be uncharacteristically kind to me. Maybe that wasn’t fair to frame her that way, but I hadn’t been around her very much and I got the impression that she didn’t care for me one bit. Yet, she did what she did and she said what she said and I couldn’t help but wonder why. It lingered in my mind and as the episode drew to a close and the credits started rolling, I wiggled my way out of the bed without disturbing the men. They slumped closer together and I paused as I grabbed my robe just long enough to gush over how cute they looked together before slipping out the door.
They wouldn’t even notice I was gone, I’d be back before then.
That was if I could figure out where to look for Christine anyway.
I padded down the hall to the stairs overlooking the main floor but quickly decided that she must be upstairs since everything but the ballroom seemed to be closed off. I turned back towards our hall and checked out the doors. I wasn’t psycho enough to try any of them, but maybe if I noticed something of hers I would knock. At the very end of the hall were French doors leading out onto the shared balcony. I continued on past our room and went straight for the doors instead. I stepped outside and was greeted by an icy blast of winter air and clutched my robe tighter as I glanced around.
There, at the railing looking down with a cigarette in hand was Christine. She was wearing a long coat and looked like she was almost done her smoke, I headed towards her anyway and kept my chin high.
“You’re underdressed to be out here,” she remarked without even glancing at me. “You should get back inside.”
“I just wanted to come talk to you,” I said with a shrug. “How was your evening?”
She glanced at me and flicked the butt into the ashtray. “It was nice. I went to dinner with my partner before stopping by.”
I nodded and came to stand beside her looking out over the snowy yard. “His name is Peter, right? Jon mentioned him.”
She hummed in agreement and let the silence swell between us for a beat. “You know, he liked Peter once. We were all together, somewhat like the three of you.”
“Really?” I blinked and turned to her. “Jon never mentioned that.”
“Well…” She gestured aimlessly and sighed. “It would have worked; we just needed more time. Jon was impatient.”
Or he just didn’t like Peter. Not that I’d ever met the man, but I knew enough about this arrangement that everyone involved needed to like each other in some capacity. And somehow, I just didn’t accept Jon being so impatient that he left.
“Maybe that was for the best,” I offered. “Aren’t you happy?”
“I would be happier if I had my apartment,” she replied dryly. “I would be happier if he didn’t use the position that I got him to find himself a new partner and then have the audacity to hide money when he decided to go through with the divorce.”
“But you got what was fair—”
“You have absolutely no idea what would have been fair,” she snapped. “I would wager that you don’t even know the extent of what he hid, what he kept from me.” She turned and stared down at me, I didn’t flinch back as I met her steely gaze. “It’s not you I’m angry with – I can understand that you’re a bystander, but you don’t need to be standing her arguing with me about what you personally think is fair.”
Christine could look scary when she was mad, but I felt her pain as I stood on that balcony. She lost Jon when she brought Peter into the picture, and I was the physical embodiment of everything she didn’t get. It was sheer luck that I didn’t have to choose.
“I just wanted to say thank you for the other day,” I told her quietly. “At the Swan Society – that was really nice of you.” I turned to go, sensing that this conversation wouldn’t get any better if I stayed.
I made it almost all the way to the doors when she called out to me. “When I met Jon, he only went by Jonathan, would not go by anything else,” she said, stopping me in my tracks. “I was the only person to call him Jon. It was short, punchy, and it had power. I taught him how to use that. Just because he dropped my last name doesn’t mean he let go completely.”
I stared at Christine and I felt my heart ache for her. She would always be attached to Jon through Maritza, but I didn’t see a woman desperate to regain the love of her life, I saw one that was so desperate for control that she couldn’t let anyone else go. It must have killed her when Jon was able to walk away in the end, to choose something that made him happy instead.
I couldn’t even begin to imagine what she would have done to gain that same control over Patrick if he had accepted that position at the company.
I just offered her a tight-lipped smile and reached for the doorknob. “Have a good night, Christine.”
I wasn’t sure what Christine got from being nice to me at the Swan Society, maybe she was just generally nice to other women, but I could be thankful for her uncharacteristic show of kindness and simultaneously vow to never let her step foot in my house. Ever. At all. I wouldn’t let her go after Jon or Patrick again and as I touched a hand to my stomach I felt the baby flutter. The men aren’t the only ones taking care of us, I told the baby silently, I can do that too.
And I would, every day for the rest of my life I would defend our relationship and our happiness. After everything we had all been through, we deserved to be able to rest easy knowing nothing could break us apart, and with all of us on the same page, I had no doubt in our love and security.