“That’s right,” Master Wylde said. “Do you have any last-minute questions for me?”
“Will I get to roll over?” I asked. “Will you touch my front the way you’re going to touch my back?”
“Oh yeah, definitely,” Master Thorin said. “We’ll reposition you when we’re ready, we promise to touch you all over.”
“Thank you, Sir; that’s the only thing I needed to know.”
“Yellow is for anytime you have a new question as well,” Master Wylde said. “Though I hope you’ll be too out of your mind with pleasure to think.”
The whole time they spoke to me, they stroked my body, their firm, warm hands making it easy to nestle into the cushion beneath me.
“That’s what I want too,” I said. “I’m ready. Thank you for always taking the time to talk to me. You never make me feel rushed about anything. You never make me feel bad about anything either. I trust you both, and I really, really need this. So, I’m ready. Please start tormenting me.”
“We will, sweetheart, but only in the best of ways,” Master Wylde said, lightly skimming his fingertips up the back of my neck.
I heard him inhale, then his breath ghosted down my back as he kissed the spot he’d just rubbed.
Soft, the first sensation that wasn’t his hand was something soft and furry running down my arm. Sighing, I just let myself feel, trusting in them implicitly. Someone was running something soft along my left side and something rougher along my right. Dual sensations meant my brain stopped thinking about who was using what as they massaged my body with whatever implements they had chosen.
“Look at the way his ass clenches and flexes every time we touch him,” Master Thorin murmured. “So sweet and responsive.”
Master Wylde chuckled as goosebumps cropped up along my shoulders and arms. His breath was warm, a contrast to the coolness of the room hitting my exposed skin. Caresses and kisses, like back in their bedroom every night since I’d arrived. They felt amazing.Ifelt amazing as the softness trailed up the back of my neck. I loved how slowly they moved, even when rubbing over my bottom. I could feel each caress through the cloth, not the fussiness of it, but the pressure and the slow glide.
I got so used to soft that when the slinky slide of something cold and wet touched my back, I hissed and jerked, startled as it snaked its way over my hip.
“Cold, cold, cold,” I hissed, shivering as I blew out a breath.
Sizzling warmth spread out along my other side, creating balance while easing the sting of the cold. I arched into each touch before rubbing against the leather, nerve endings crackling with sensation. Cold spread up one leg while warm wormed down the other, every shiver, every clench, every rub one of pure pleasure and excitement.
Then there was nothing but warmth and the steady drip, drip, drip of low-heat candles as wax was drizzled across my shoulders. This was a feeling I knew. One I’d craved and positively loved. I so totally understood the point of the Q & A now and was glad I’d been so thorough in filling it out because they had me sizzling and melting all at the same time, and it was so, so good.
Amazing, actually.
Wax dribbled over my hip, and someone’s tongue licked a path right beside it. A moan spilled from my throat, then the wax came again, this time over my thigh in a long line that left me clenching my ass and squirming. The sting of it being peeled from one side while scraped from the other was sharp and tantalizing.
Time had no meaning. There was only heat and the best sensations in the world. The first smack was so soft, I hardly had time to register that someone was striking me with something until it happened again. I felt the tails separate on the flogger when it connected with the backs of my thighs, catching both at once, and I knew this was no ordinary flogger. It wasn’t stingy, it wasn’t thuddy, it was a soft, furry thwap that sent a jolt through my brain that was all need. Instant, static, melting, and so fucking fabulous I groaned and let out a whine.
Oh my god, there were two of them.
There were two of everything.
The soft thing that hit my thigh struck again, this time accompanied by the same sensation across my shoulders. There was no pain. There was just the pressure of each strike, rhythmic and soft, until I was floating so high that the sound of Velcro being undone barely registered until I was urged by someone’s hands to sit up. There was a firm chest behind me, supporting me as I did, then my hair was being stroked, and I nuzzled into the touch as Master Wylde's voice rumbled in my ear, his lips kissing the pulse point beneath it.
“I want you to drink a bit of this for me,” he said, lightly pressing the rim of the bottle to my lips.
Cool but not cold, but not water either. I’d know my favorite low-sugar lemonade packets anywhere, and Master Wylde had thoughtfully added it to the bottle before offering it to me. Sipping took effort. Some dribbled down my chin, chased by his tongue as he licked it away.
“A little slower, sweetheart; we have all the time in the world.”
His words helped me focus on swallowing more when he offered it to me.
“That’s it, that’s my pretty kitty. You are so stunning, splayed out for us. Let’s sip some more, and then we’ll reposition you so we can have a lot more fun together. Are you still green?”
“Bright, bright green,” I huffed, struggling with the words as he caressed my face, smoothed my hair back, and repositioned the blindfold.
“I’ve got one more thing for you before we lay you back down,” he said, then I smelled chocolate and parted my lips, biting into a caramel Reese’s peanut butter cup, and felt the sticky sweetness against the roof of my mouth.
I knew they came from the stash at the cabin, because Master Wylde had brought them home days ago after he’d made a supply run for us. He loved them too, and we’d eaten them Lady and the Tramp style, staring into each other’s eyes, the level of warmth and intensity in his gaze one of many things that was rapidly leading to me falling in love with him. Master Thorin’s hands, steadying and sure, rubbed my shoulders, lifting my hair as he kissed the back of my neck because he knew I loved to be kissed there. It was one of many things I was coming to love about him too. They cared, genuinely, deeply; I knew it in my soul. I was becoming their person. He kissed me when I finished it. Chased the taste of chocolate around the inside of my mouth in a messy, sticky kiss that drew a groan from him.