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"More," I gasp, desperate for release. "Please, don't stop."
"Scarlet, you greedy little thing," Max teases, but I hear the affection in his voice. "Don't worry, love, we're far from finished with you."
As the scene unfolds around me, I revel in the sensations they provide, the push and pull between pain and pleasure, domination and submission. This is where I belong – surrounded by my loves, my protectors, my world.
"Adam," I purr, wanting my turn now. Not a man in the room will stop me, and that's one of the things I love about us. Crawling from him, I haul my shaking body, desperate for a release onto the couch.
His eyes widen in surprise, but he complies – getting to his hands and knees and crawling across the floor toward me. My heart races as I realize that now I'm truly taking control of one of my lovers.
"Good boy," I say, stroking his hair once he's at my feet. "Now, lie on your back."
"Whatever you want, Mistress," he replies, a mix of excitement and submission in his voice. As Adam obeys, I straddle him, positioning myself above his hips.
"Ready?" I ask, looking down into his eyes. He merely nods, biting his lip in anticipation. Slowly, I lower myself onto him, feeling the Jacob's Ladder piercing inside me, enhancing every sensation.
"Fuck," I gasp, struggling to maintain my composure. Adam moans beneath me, clearly enjoying the sight of me controlling our pleasure.
“Mistress,” he groans, "You have no idea how sexy you look right now."
"Quiet," I order, holding my hand out as Miles brings me a short, stiff whip. Silencing him with a sharp crack of the whip on his chest, he winces, but the lust in his eyes tells me he's enjoying this just as much as I am. We continue like this for several minutes, our breaths coming in ragged gasps as we both near the edge.
"Please, Mistress," Adam begs, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I need to come."
"Are you asking permission?" I tease, tightening my grip on the whip. The thought sends an electric thrill through me – the power, the dominance, it's intoxicating.
"Y-yes," he stammers, his face flushed. "Please, let me."
"Very well," I relent, allowing myself a satisfied smile. "But only because you asked so nicely."
"Not for you," Tristan growls, once again holding the knife to my throat. "I haven't given you permission yet."
Growling with frustration, I accept it and ride Adam hard until he spurts his hot cum inside me, filling my pussy with a third load tonight already.
"Scarlet," Adam whispers, pulling me down for a tender kiss. "You're incredible."
"Enough," Tristan commands, his deep voice cutting through the air. The room falls silent as he takes control, and I can feel the anticipation building within me.
"Scarlet, it's time to surrender yourself completely," Tristan says, guiding me toward the center of the room. My other lovers – Max, Hugo, and Miles – watch intently, their eyes hungry for what's about to unfold.
"Bind her," Tristan orders and Max immediately steps forward with a length of silk rope. He expertly wraps it around my wrists, binding them together behind my back. The sensation of restraint sends shivers down my spine.
"Blindfold," Miles whispers, stepping up with a black satin blindfold. As he ties it securely over my eyes, darkness envelops me, heightening my awareness of every touch, sound, and whisper.
"Good girl," Hugo murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. "You're going to love this."
"Ready?" Tristan asks, his hand resting possessively on my shoulder. I give a small nod, eager for the experience.
"Max has the whip," Tristan murmurs, so I know who is who.
Max traces the tip of the leather whip along the curve of my hip, sending shivers down my spine. His first strike lands on my thigh with a sharp sting, eliciting a gasp from me. The pain quickly gives way to pleasure, fueling the fire inside me.
"Your turn, Hugo," Tristan whispers.
Hugo steps up next to me. The shock of the Wartenberg wheel as he slowly drags it over my skin raises goosebumps and ignites my nerves. I moan softly, reveling in the unique mixture of pleasure and pain of the spiked wheel over my body.
"Miles," Tristan says, his voice thick with desire. Miles takes his place beside me, wielding a knife with practiced precision. He presses the cold steel against my skin, sending a thrill of fear and excitement through me. The blade dances over my body, never cutting but always threatening – a constant reminder of the trust I've placed in Miles and his control.
"Scarlet, how do you feel?" Tristan asks, his voice filled with concern and desire.
