Page 141 of Enthrall Ecstasy
“Yes, sir,” I managed.
Faulkner’s hand on the back of my head redirected me back to him, forcing me to bob my head and take him all the way to the back of my throat until it closed around him.
Lifting my head, I glanced over at the many masked faces staring back. Perhaps they coveted our experience as we shared our exquisite performance.
“All these people are watching you, baby,” said Faulkner.
Shay withdrew from me.
Faulkner slid off the table.
Strong hands spun me round and then lifted me upon the table. Leaning back, using my hands for balance, I opened my thighs wider as they ordered.
I sat facing them now. My legs spread.
They both knelt in front of the table.
They took their time; one leaning in and dipping between my thighs, then the other devouring my pussy, causing my thighs to tremble. My breaths stuttered as I tolerated this blinding pleasure of savage tonguing.
If I came, I’d be failing to follow a command to hold back, to hold on, and not find release before having permission.
“Master,” I pleaded as they remained unrelenting in their savage passion.
Impossible to obey.
Shuddering, coming hard as each one continued to take turns nestling between my trembling thighs, each mouth searching, flicking, and demanding more of my clit.
Arching my back, I marveled how any submissive could not find release. How any soul could have the finest men possessing her with this level of intensity and not bow to an orgasm.
My moans echoed around the great hall as they offered their adulation at the shrine of my womanhood, worshipping me with feverish mouths.
They knew I’d climax. They were unrelenting.
My obedience was theirs to break.
I reveled in their fascination. Their ability to own me without reservation.
“I’m going to…” I was on the verge, and nothing was going to stop me from coming.
Shay rose and grabbed my throat and the shock of it made me gasp. With Faulkner not breaking away from between my thighs, I was held still by Shay’s grip, his hand tight around my throat so that each breath was a struggle.
His hold heightened my climax, my moan breaking through and my body violently shaking as I reached a pinnacle, coming hard and harder still.
The world fell away.
All I knew was him. The man holding my throat with the grip of a king.
In a flurry of movement, Shay had me off the table, flinging me around so that I was leaning over it with my butt pushed out again. The only sound in the room was my heavy breathing as I tried to come down from the euphoria.
“What do subs get when they come without permission?” snapped Shay.
“Punished!” I managed between breaths.
Shay slapped my ass.
His palm continually slammed heat into my flesh with a fierce spanking that sent wave after wave of delight through me. Gripping the edge of the table tighter, I felt Faulkner’s fingers rim my puckered hole at the same time.
They were trying to drive me toward madness.
