Page 11 of Any Which Way

“Kai, come sit between my legs. Brynn, hold your position, and do not speak unless I directly ask you a question.”

Of course, that makes me want to ask a million questions, starting with how this has anything to do with Kai’s class. But I don’t, remaining still as Kai begins to rise from his place next to me.

He crosses to Eleri, taking his place between her legs. She encourages him to recline with his back against her chest. And when she reaches around his body with one hand, circling her long, skillful fingers around his hard length, I’m not sure which of the three of us is in for the most trouble.

But I can’t wait to find out.

The smooth skin of my Mistress’s palm wraps around my thick cock. I hiss into the otherwise silent room. It shouldn’t catch me by surprise, Eleri making their intentions known the moment I walked into the living room just a short time ago.

Still, I’ve been rock hard since the second I saw Brynn on stage earlier this evening. And now, with the addition of the boa-like compression of a silken palm, my tip leaks, aching for a release I have a feeling is miles away.

Warm breath fans over my ear, the voice of one of the two people I love more than any other huskier than I ever recall. “Look straight ahead into Brynn’s eyes.”

I do as I’m told and am met with a current of electricity that sparks between us despite the few feet keeping us apart. Pouty lips are barely parted. The same red stain as earlier still beckons me, and the wild, tousled hair that fell around Brynn’s face in tumultuous waves now is held back from her face with a single rhinestone clip.

And when we lock eyes and she smiles at me with love, acceptance, and a hint of desire, every single doubt I ever had about sharing my true needs with Brynn and Eleri disappears, leaving me to wonder why I didn’t confide in them from the get-go.

“Now start at the beginning and tell usallabout your first class.” My Mistress’s thumb traces over the tip of my cock, spreading the precum that has continued to leak. Their touch is like lava, spreading over my entire body. “If you come before you’re done with your story, I’ll be forced to put you in a cage as punishment. And I’d much rather praise you for a job well done.”

My head drops backward, landing against Eleri’s chest. She chastises me for breaking eye contact with Brynn, one hard squeeze to my cock that borders on painful. Gaze locked back on my other partner, I take a deep breath, trying to compose myself when all I want to do is erupt from one simple touch.

“It… it was good.” I try to keep my voice steady, but Eleri’s hand begins to move up and down my length. They trail their fingers over the sensitive skin of my sac, gently pulling when their entire hand surrounds me. Sucking in a deep breath, I outline the events of the night—my arrival and tour of the building, the way we returned to the main floor to watch several performances.

The entire time, I focus on Brynn, holding her eyes as she maintains perfect posture for our Mistress.

“And when the curtain finally rose?” Eleri asks, continuing to tease my swollen, leaking tip.

I moan, and they have the audacity to laugh.

Momentarily, I think of chastising Eleri, but I quickly remember I asked for this. I asked for them to take control, to provide me the mental break I am forever unwilling to give myself.

Focusing all my attention on Brynn, who still holds form on her hands and knees, I force myself not to explode under the gentle ministrations Mistress taunts me with. They’ve all but taken my voice, and they damn well know it. Yet when their nails scrape down the length of my cock and I jerk forward only to be restrained by Eleri’s free arm wrapping around my waist, I know my quiet mind comes at the price of my Mistress’s desires.

“The curtain, Kai. What did you think when it rose and you finally set eyes on the first performer of the night?”

Brynn’s eyes roam my body, watching every reaction with fascination as her wife’s hands torment me with the sweetest pain I’ve ever felt. Her breasts hang heavy, her nipples dark and tempting. My cock pounds with the need to come, my mind waging a war I’m unsure I can win as I hold off my release.

“It was Brynn.” They’re the only words that I manage as Eleri’s fingers continue teasing around the tip of my cock, sinking further over my shaft until my tip hits their palm.

A pearly bead leaks from my head, and Brynn licks her lips in response. I can’t tell if she’s hoping for me to break, spilling my seed before I have a chance to be inside of her, or cheering for me to last, desperate to taste one of her favorite treats off my sweat soaked skin.

“I’ve never seen her look as beautiful as she did on stage.” I look deep into Brynn’s eyes, still speaking as her lover—as her Dom, despite being at the mercy of another. “I’ve never been more proud of her. Watching her perform was breathtaking. Brynn, baby, youarebreathtaking.”

She beams at me, taking in a satisfied lungful of air. The delicate saucer and teacup on her back rattle before settling into the quiet surroundings of the living room as she stills her body. Her brown eyes are glassy, having fully settled into a space where her discomfort is overruled by her urge to please.

Brynn continues to watch as Mistress teases me again and again, pushing me until I’m nearly ready to combust before backing off each time. My balls ache, my shaft so hard I could take it into battle in place of a sword and win against any enemy as a last resort. My words become incoherent as I try to explain to the pair just how gorgeous Brynn looked as she crawled across the stage, as she dominated the stage with an energy I’d never known she possessed.

Without even realizing that I’m doing it, my hips twitch, looking for further friction when Eleri stops their borderline painful tease. And when my thighs tremble, a bead of sweat working its way down my face as Mistress once again uses my own precum as lube, my eyes roll back in their sockets, and my cock jerks, the signs of release barreling toward me so violently fast I can nearly taste it.

Somehow, I manage to make it through, glossing over the rest of the performances, our gentle stretching warm up, and the introduction to the basic movements of burlesque. I’ve never felt so out of control of my own body, being edged more times than I can count while trying to maintain a coherent train of thought. A gentle breeze would be enough to set me off.

My eyes are wet, and I know I have mere seconds to go before I begin to cry from the sweet, sweet torture.

As if recognizing how close I am to losing my battle, Eleri releases their hold on my body, both from around my waist and my cock. I sink back against them, going boneless. Finally able to breathe, I suck in air as I take in my throbbing cock, willing the blood flow to return to the rest of my body.

“Don’t get too comfortable. You still have someone to satisfy. Give Brynn an orgasm with your mouth, and then, you may take your own relief. Crawl to her and taste what she’s been saving for you.”

I do as I’m told, crawling the few feet until my face is even with Brynn’s ass. I remove the teacup and saucer that have been sitting atop her back before lowering my mouth, tasting her from behind. She falls forward, ass in the air to give me better access. She’s soaked, and I revel in the taste of her arousal as it coats my tongue, lips, and chin.

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