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Please, Master(7)

By:Opal Carew

Finally, he sighed. “All right.”

She bowed her head, pressing her cheek to his hand. A tear spilled from her eye at the happiness his response gave her.

“Thank you, Master,” she whispered against his fingers.

They stayed like that for a moment, then finally, he drew her to her feet.

“Since you have so thoroughly satisfied us already, you'd better do something to help prepare us for more.”

She smiled. “Yes, Master.

She took his hand and guided him to one of the armchairs by the fireplace. He sat down. Mr. Grant had dropped his pants again and sat on the armchair beside Mr. King's. She faced both of them and crossed her hands over her chest and cupped her breasts. Her black-gloved fingers looked like a bra supporting her breasts. Once she knew she had their full attention, she stroked her breasts, caressing them softly, then teasing the tips. She stroked the hard nubs, then rolled them between her fingers.

Both men's cock began to rise.

She stroked down her belly and glided over her slick folds. When she pulled her hand away, the glove was slick with her juices. She licked one finger, then sucked on the fabric. Mr. Grant held out his hand and she walked to him. He rolled off the long glove, leaving her hand and arm bare, then he pressed her hand to her mound. She took the hint and stroked herself again. He drew her hand to his face and took her finger into his mouth, then suckled. Her knees almost buckled. He drew her onto his lap, her knees on either side of his legs while she knelt in front of him. His mouth captured one of her nipples and he sucked deeply.

“Oh, yes!” Her hand gripped his shoulders as wild sensations sparked through her.

Mr. King knelt behind her and stroked her ass. Then his hand glided between her legs, stroking her wet folds. When his thumb pressed into her back opening, she leaned against him, enjoying the feel of his thumb gliding inside her. Then two fingers slid inside her slick slit and she moaned.

“You like that,” Mr. King said with confidence.

“Oh, yes, Master.”

Mr. Grant gazed at her, frowning, but then took her other nipple in his mouth and sucked hard. She pressed his head against her, loving his attention.

Mr. King teased both her openings, making her moan. Mr. Grant's fingertips skated down her stomach, then found her clit.

“Oh, God… Ohhhh!”

The feel of Mr. King inside her and Mr. Grant stimulating her sensitive bud had her reeling. Pleasure bubbled through her.

“Let go, baby,” Mr. Grant whispered against her ear. “Come for us.”

At his urging, bliss burst through her and she wailed, squeezing Mr. King with intimate muscles. Her head dropped forward to Mr. Grant's shoulder as she rode the wave of ecstasy.

As her wails turned to whimpers, Mr. King pulled free of her body.

He wrapped his arm around her forearm and drew her to her feet, pulling her from Mr. Grant's embrace, then he marched her to the bed.

“You have lost all discipline.” Mr. King bent her over, then his hand connected with her ass with a loud smacking sound. Then he slapped her again. And again.

Her ass smarted.

“I'm sorry, Master.”

He smacked again. Then one more time. Once he stopped, he pulled her back to her feet.

“Thank you, Master.” She fell to her knees and gripped his hand. “But, please, one more thing.” She gazed at him beseechingly. “I want to feel both of you inside me. At the same time.” She pressed her lips to his palm, willing him to understand. “I beg of you. Grant me this last request.”

He frowned as he stared at her, considering. Finally, he scowled and dragged her to her feet again. He sat on the bed and pulled her back against him, his hands tightly gripping her hips. She felt his cock pressing against her ass, then he shifted her and suddenly it was driving up into her vagina. Now she sat on his lap, facing Mr. Grant, Mr. King's solid erection deep inside her.

He swirled her hips around, then guided her up again. This time his cockhead pressed against her back opening. The head spread her open as it pushed inside. He lowered her slowly, his cock stretching her all the way.

Mr. King opened her legs wide. “Grant, your turn.”

Mr. Grant walked toward her, his gaze on her exposed pussy, and knelt on the floor in front of her. She reached for his big, thick cock and stroked it. He moved closer and pressed it to her slick opening.

“I'm glad you still want me, sweetheart.”

Her heart compressed at his words. Then he surged into her, and she gasped.

Both big, hard cocks were inside her now and she felt like she'd gone to heaven.

Mr. Grant drew back, then thrust again. He wrapped his arm around her and lifted as he drew back the next time, making Mr. King's cock drag along her back passage, then Mr. Grant thrust forward against, forcing both cocks deep into her again.

Her insides quivered with pleasure as these two men filled her again and again. Their thick cocks, so welcome and familiar, drove her to a blissful surrender. Her whole body vibrated in sheer ecstasy as she clung to Mr. Grant.

“Are you going to come, baby?” Mr. Grant asked, his eyes gleaming with need as he watched her face.

“Yes. Oh, God, yes,” she cried, tears swelling from her eyes at the intense joy humming through her.

Their cocks pulsed inside her. Mr. King's arms were around her waist. Mr. Grant's around her upper body, holding her tight to him.

“I won't come until you do, baby,” Mr. Grant murmured.

She nodded, a deep yearning coiling tight in her belly. Intense. Insistent. Mr. Grant thrust deep again and the whole thing released, joyful sensations fluttering wildly then blasting through her body in an explosion of euphoric delight.

She moaned as her world shattered into a million jagged pieces, each one reflecting and magnifying the powerful orgasm.

Both men groaned and she felt their seed rushing into her in powerful eruptions.

She slumped back against Mr. King, sucking in deep breaths. Mr. Grant leaned forward and kissed her.

“I've missed you, baby. Giving you up was the worst mistake of my life.” The haunting regret in his voice stunned her.

Then he stood up and turned away. He picked up his clothes and walked out the door.

Sylvia lay in Mr. King's arms in the darkness, trying to sleep, but her guilt at her wanton display of need for Mr. Grant—which had clearly hurt Mr. King—left her wide awake and deeply saddened.

She'd tried to apologize, but he'd waved away her words, finally claiming her mouth and dragging her to bed, then fucking her in a wild frenzy of passion.

His arms tightened around her waist and she wondered if he was awake, too, but she didn't ask him. She just lay quietly in the night.

When she woke up in the morning, he'd left clothes on her bed. Jeans and a sweater so she didn't have to leave the hotel in that barely-there dress. She donned the clothes and walked out of the bedroom into the rest of the large suite. She stopped at the door. It was a huge suite, clearly designed to host a large number of people. The furniture had been mostly cleared out, leaving a large open space. The hardwood floors gleamed in the sunlight. Clearly, Mr. King had arranged this so they had a private dance floor last night. Because he wanted to please her on her birthday.

And she had repaid him by demanding more time with Mr. Grant.

Mr. King sat in the corner, in the two chairs left in the room, a small round coffee table between them with a coffee thermos.

“I've poured you a coffee,” he said.

She sat down and picked up the steaming mug. “Mr. King, I'm so sorry—”

“Stop. No more apologies.”

“But… I didn't mean to—”

His eyes flared with anger. “I said stop.”

He stood up and walked a few steps, then turned back.

“I'm glad you had a good birthday last night. But seeing you with Mr. Grant taught me a hard lesson.”

Her gaze darted to his in alarm.

“It's clear to me now that you will never love me. We can keep pretending, but I know that I deserve better than to love a woman who will never return that love.”

She bit her lip, her body trembling.

“So I've decided I have to give you up.”

“Are you selling me to Mr. Robertson?” she asked, remembering the man's request that Mr. King tell him if he ever wanted to part with her. And at her callous lack of sensitivity of Mr. King's feelings last night, he might just be in the mood to punish her by turning her over to that man.

He raised an eyebrow. “You really think I would do that?”

She shook her head as she dropped her gaze.

The other two men had also expressed an interest in having her, so it would probably be Mr. Smith or Mr. Jacobs. That wouldn't be so bad, but her heart ached at having to leave Mr. King. She really did care about him.

A knock sounded at the door and her gaze jerked to it.

“That will be your new Master.” He handed her a brown envelope. “The contract is in here. I've already signed it. Go answer the door and give it to him.”

She walked toward the door, her stomach churning as she realized Mr. King hadn't said for sure that it wasn't Mr. Robertson he was selling her to.

She reached for the doorknob and turned it. Then she pulled the door open.

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