Sanctuary, Texas: My Dragon Masters Part 22

I stepped below the apparatus of metal bars above me and they fastened chains and straps into place. Each man was ever so careful to make sure nothing pinched or rubbed as they raised me up.

I faced the floor as each of them picked up each of my legs simultaneously and threaded them through another set of straps, sliding them to the tops of my thighs. Another set of straps was fixed around my lower thighs, just above the knee. I couldn't see what they were doing, but something was attached to those straps and my legs were pulled apart and fastened tautly, p.u.s.s.y wide for them to see or do as they pleased. Cuffs were placed around my ankles and attached by a short chain to something above me, rendering me almost completely immobile.

My b.r.e.a.s.t.s swayed freely below me and I arched my back, feeling strain between my shoulders and my hips.

"Here, love," Eli cooed, sliding his hands around my waist. Another strap followed, supporting my stomach and taking the strain from my back.

I sunk into the support and sighed. It was strange to be so confined and so relaxed at the same time. I completely trusted Miles and Eli. Being restrained during lovemaking was nothing new to me. There wasn't much the three of us hadn't done together in previous years, but these toys were new and the more formal Dominant att.i.tude was different. I liked it, but it was a new experience. For once they had me wondering what was coming next.

"I'm tying your hair back with a scarf to keep it from your face. Then you're wearing this blindfold," Eli said. I appreciated the warning and craned my neck to look up at him. He knelt in front of me, a wide smile on his face. "You're so beautiful, Diana. I'm glad you wanted to explore the club with us."

I started to speak, but then considered if it was appropriate.

Eli caught my uncertainty. "You don't have to speak when we complement you, love. I know this is more formal that how we've played in the past. You are doing excellent."

His explanation and extra complement made my heart swell. I knew at that point, I'd try anything they wanted me to. The t.i.tle of "Master" was formal and unfamiliar to my tongue, but I liked it. Their domination of me soothed my soul and I released a contented sigh.

Miles grabbed a strap above me and tugged me closer. My body swung in the air. He held me forward and pressed his lips hard to mine, sweeping his tongue through my mouth before letting go. I swung backward and forward several times before my body came to a balanced stop. The free movement of the harness was exciting. I realized how fun this could be as infinite possibilities sprouted in my l.u.s.tful mind.

I kneaded my b.r.e.a.s.t.s and let out a groan of pleasure.

"No one said you could touch yourself. Hands off, subbie," Miles growled. "Those b.r.e.a.s.t.s are only for us to play with."

A second later he slipped a blindfold over my eyes, making me feel everything through my other senses.

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT.

MILES.

I took each of her hands and fastened it to a special latch hanging from the corners of the steel frame. She'd no longer be able to touch herself. Now that her feet and hands were secured, she was completely at our mercy. The knowledge that she trusted us explicitly after so many years had pa.s.sed, after we'd lost her that one fateful day made my heart swell with gratefulness.

Caressing her face, I leaned down to her ear. "You're an amazing woman, Diana."

Her mouth curved into a smile and she leaned into my hand. "I love you, too," she whispered.

A grin pulled at my mouth. "Say "thank you, Master".

Her cheeks scrunched as her full red lips parted in a large smile. "Yes, Master. Thank you." Her voice was like honey and it made my d.i.c.k rock hard.

G.o.ds, I loved her so much. There weren't enough words in the world to tell her how much she meant to me. I glanced up and caught Eli's gaze. He nodded and stepped back.

I shucked out of my pants and took his place between her opened legs. Her thighs trembled under my touch, but it was the scent of her arousal that had my d.i.c.k standing at attention. G.o.ds, she was so wet and ready.

Eli moved to her face and knelt to the floor. Something chrome flashed in his hands and I knew he was about to test out some clover clamps on her pebbled nipples.

He pinched and pulled a few times, making her squirm and moan in the harness. There was no escape and she hissed when he put the first clamp into place, swearing under her breath. Eli just laughed.

I swatted her a.s.s with my bare hand. "Take the next one without complaint, sub."

"Yes Master."

I ran my hand over the curve of her a.s.s up her lower back, loving the feel of her ragged breathing so early into the session. She was a natural submissive, always had been, and the endorphins from the bondage were hitting her quickly, amping her arousal further.

She tensed for a second when Eli attached the second clamp, but she didn't speak a word. Her submission was beautiful. She wanted to do exactly what we desired.

"Miles, the clamps look so pretty on her pink nipples," Eli said, rising from the floor in front of her. "I think I'm going to add the weights to them. Then every swing and jolt in the harness will give them a good tug."

"Weights?" she squeaked.

I popped her a.s.s again, pleased when bright pink color flushed where my hand had struck. Rubbing away the sting of the smack, I kneaded her a.s.s until she squirmed beneath my touch.

"Please, Miles," she moaned. "G.o.ds, please f.u.c.k me now," she begged, her breath ragged already.

I smiled. Taking her was what I intended to do, just not before I made her wait impatiently for a while longer.

"Please, Miles," she begged again. "Eli?"

"Master, love," Eli answered, swiftly attaching the weights to her clamped nipples.

"Master, sor-ahhhhhh!" She writhed in the harness.

I popped her a.s.s again. "Ten for complaining. Count."

"What!?" she balked.

"Fifteen now." I said, trying not to smile, though I knew she couldn't see me.

She made a cute, angry growl, but not another word of complaint fell from her lips.

I picked up a slender paddle from the counter at my left and rubbed it across her pink cheeks so she would know to expect something other than my hand. I raised it and brought it down with a light pop. She tensed into the strike, but a m.u.f.fled "one" came from her throat.

I kneaded her a.s.s, working out the sting for a few moments before popping her four times, alternating from cheek to cheek. The muscles in her strong legs flexed and her whole body shook in the harness. I knew each movement was costing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s though. Eli stood against the wall a few feet away, watching with a smirk on his face.

"Five," she said between gritted teeth.

I continued to paddle a few at a time, stopping between each group to knead her a.s.s and slip my fingers down between her wet l.a.b.i.a. d.a.m.n. Her p.u.s.s.y was dripping.

"You're so wet, Love," I said, making sure she could hear how pleased I was in my tone of voice. "I can't wait to sink my d.i.c.k deep into your sweet p.u.s.s.y."

"You could now," she offered.

"Not yet, doll," Eli countered from the wall. "You've got five more swats still coming."

I struck her round a.s.s cheeks purposefully, bringing them from a pink to a bright cherry red. She counted the last strike and I heard a sigh slip from her lungs.

"Good, girl." I praised, slipping my hand between her legs again, fondling the swollen throbbing nub at the top of her slit. Her c.l.i.t was already pus.h.i.+ng from beneath its hood and her l.a.b.i.a were swollen and ready for me. So tempting. I needed to have just a small taste.

I grabbed the straps around her upper thighs, holding her in place as I knelt to lick her p.u.s.s.y. A loud gasp tore from her lungs as I thrust my tongue deep into her s.e.x. G.o.ds, she tasted so good. Her light musk and sweet arousal made my d.i.c.k swell further. I wanted her now, but I knew Eli had much more planned.

Eli caught my gaze and I nodded, backing away from her sweet p.u.s.s.y.

"Noooooo," she whimpered. "Please Master, don't stop."

I swatted her a.s.s again for good measure and her attempt to stroke my ego to get what she wanted.

She moaned again as I rubbed her still-pink a.s.s, and began unhooking her ankles and thighs. Once her feet were firmly planted on the floor again we helped her stand straight. Then connected the padded cuffs around her wrists to a bar at the top of the swing frame.

Eli stepped away for a moment, pressing b.u.t.tons on the wall to raise her arms higher -until she stood just on her toes. Her back arched and I brushed my knuckles along the sides of her heavy b.r.e.a.s.t.s. The clamps would be next, but they were Eli's toys and I would let him have that pleasure.

My focus was lower on her luscious body.

Eli returned to her side and pulled the blindfold from her head. Her bright blue eyes sparked and she growled low in her throat, but she didn't speak. She looked down at me, white swirling in her irises. Her dragon was pus.h.i.+ng hard.

"Good girl, Love," I praised her restraint.

I knelt before her, captured her thighs, and lifted them over my shoulders. Eli moved next to me and began ma.s.saging one of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She moaned and bit her lip, watching both of us with a heated gaze. Her sweet scent filled my lungs and I lapped at her s.e.x, drawing another low moan from her chest.

"I'm going to take these off now, subbie." Eli spoke calmly, but we both knew she was about to come apart. A light sheen of sweat covered her body. Her breath was coming in pants and she fought everything inside her to keep from writhing in my grasp.

When he removed the first clamp she screamed and arched her back. Her heels dug into my shoulder blades as I held her in place. The scream turned to a moan as he captured her t.i.t in his mouth and sucked the swollen tender nipple.

I licked and sucked at her s.e.x, distracting her mind further from the pain. As his hands ventured toward the other breast I tightened my hold on her thighs again, preparing for the volcanic eruption that was coming.

"No, no, no," she whimpered, twisting in the cuffs and against my hold.

"It's okay, subbie. I'll make it feel better," Eli said, catching my gaze just as he unhooked the clamp.

I latched onto her c.l.i.t at the same moment and sucked the swollen nubbin hard. Another scream tore from her lungs and every muscle in her body tensed. Her thighs tightened on either side of my neck and her heels pressed hard into my back. I sucked again, pulling her c.l.i.t further into my mouth.

Eli had the sore nipple in his mouth and was kneading the other breast.

She arched and fought ... and then froze as her first o.r.g.a.s.m crested. I felt the blast of cold and allowed my dragon closer to the surface to keep the temperature in the room even. Eli did the same. Neither of us let go of her until the shudders and moans slowed to a stop.

I licked her slit a few more times, loving the way her thighs trembled against my neck-the way her breath came in pants and the way her creamy, white skin flushed a bright pink. She was gorgeous. s.e.xy. Mine.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE.

DIANA.

I drew in a breath and tried to stand. Were it not for the cuffs and chains holding me upright, I would've fallen into a heap on the red carpet. My body was still reeling from the ma.s.sive o.r.g.a.s.m my mates had pulled from me moments ago.

My nipples were on fire and my s.e.x throbbed, still desperate to have more. I wanted more. I wanted them inside me. Both of them. I needed that connection. Our bond needed it.

So much time had pa.s.sed since we'd truly been together as one.

Miles left my side and Eli moved to stand in front of me.

"How are you doing, Love?" He caressed my b.r.e.a.s.t.s and dipped to kiss me softly on the lips.

"Mmmmm," I moaned, still unable to think coherently. Every inch of my skin was hot and every pulse point throbbed, reminding me of my racing heart.

My arms were pulled taut over my head and I could just stand on my tiptoes. I dug my toes into the soft carpet and let my head fall forward.

Eli continued to rub his hands over my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, down my ribs, and over the mound of my s.e.x. He paused every few seconds and slid a finger through my sopping wet folds. After climaxing as hard as I had, I wanted more. G.o.ds, I wanted more.

Miles hands joined Eli's on my skin and I moaned as he rubbed up and down my back until he reached the curve of my backside. Something cold and slick dripped onto my skin. I s.h.i.+vered as Miles worked the liquid around my tight hole, then an ice-cold smooth shaft pressed against the slicked opening.

"Push back, love. I want you stretched and ready to really enjoy us both," Miles said. I arched into his hand and felt the cold gla.s.s of the toy push slightly inside.

While Miles was coaxing the toy into my a.s.s, Eli had his fingers working over my c.l.i.t. In seconds my breathing was ragged again, and I could feel the spiraling power of another o.r.g.a.s.m reaching through my body to claim my consciousness.

A gasp slipped from my lungs as Miles methodically pushed the toy deeper. My muscles gripped the narrow neck to hold it firmly in place. But he didn't just leave it there. He pulled it back and thrust it in again, mimicking what I knew he would soon be doing with his c.o.c.k.

Then they both backed away and he did leave the toy buried inside me.

G.o.ds no. They couldn't just leave me ... hanging like this.

I couldn't see Miles. He was still behind me somewhere, but Eli turned and picked up something from a table near the wall. It had a short handle and dozens of long leather strands hanging from it like a ta.s.sel ... a flogger.

I swallowed nervously. The spanking had been a surprise, but in the end it had made me want them more than I thought possible. But flogging me? How could they think I would enjoy being whipped?

Yanking on the chain connected to my wrist cuffs, I shuddered. The word red came to my lips, but I couldn't say it. The toys were new. The formality was new. But the relations.h.i.+p wasn't. The dominance had always been there when we made love. I trusted these men completely. Called them both husband for four-hundred years before I lost them.

"Breathe, Love," Eli said, his voice soft but still commanding. He'd called me "love" this time instead of "subbie". I relaxed more, knowing he was aware of my anxiety.

He came forward and trailed the leather strands over my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, then shoulders, then allowed them to brush across the front of my thighs. The scent of the oiled leather tickled my nostrils and I took a deep breath. He flicked his wrist just slightly and they swung in a gentle arc, thumping against the outside of my thighs.

The leather strands didn't hurt. Not the way he was swinging them.

He raised his arm and the crisscross arc of the strands brushed my abdomen this time. It was hard enough to warm my skin, but caused no pain. The thump of the flogger moved up and down the front of my body until I leaned into each strike. He raised it further, catching just the bottoms of my swaying b.r.e.a.s.t.s with the tips of the strands. Then moved to my side and then behind me ... out of sight. I couldn't see Miles either, but I heard him breathing.

My back heated slowly under the soft lashes until it just began to blend together. The steady thump thump as he whisked the flogger back and forth over my skin in a rhythm that soothed deep into my aching soul. So much had happened in the thousand years I'd been away from them.

I let the strikes of the flogger strip it away. Thump thump. Thump thump. The torture. The mind control. Thump thump. Thump thump. The loss of a baby. It was so much to carry.

The strikes fell heavier, but still I arched into the strands -wanting the pain to redirect my mind away from everything I'd suffered. Everything I would have to face again when this was over. But for now ... for now I could just be here. I sank to a place in my mind where I was weightless. Nothing existed for me except the sound of my husbands' heartbeats. Their voices. Their hands.