Cin's Secret [Club Libertine 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Diane Leyne Page A

continued in her still-quivering pussy, but the way she was restrained, she couldn’t get any leverage to rub her clit against something hard to get herself off. Instead, the air currents teased her arousal without giving her any release.
    Slowly the arousal seeped out of her body, leaving her frustrated and unsatisfied, ready to weep from frustration.
    And then the vibrator slid into her again. It was well lubricated so it slid inside her swollen passage easily, the vibration turned on higher this time. Whoever wielded it moved it quickly inside of her, ramping up her arousal quickly.
    Connor, she knew it was Connor, started rubbing her clit again, and again her climax built inside her, more quickly this time.
    And again, just before she could reach the peak, they stopped, her pussy trying to clamp down on the vibrator, but it was gone.
    She was crying now. And begging.
    “Please, please let me come. I need to come.”
    “Address us properly if you expect us to respond. We are your Masters now, and you will acknowledge us as such in front of all of our friends and family.”
    Cindy felt the joy shoot through her. They still wanted her. To publicly declare they were her masters meant so much. It wasn’t something done lightly. She had a chance to be with them again.
    “Yes, Masters. You are my Masters, and I am your sub. Please let me come, Masters, I need to come.”
    “Bad subs don’t get to come. They have to suffer like they made their Masters suffer.”
    Again, they repeated the cycle, and once more, they stopped before she came. The process was much quicker this time as her body was so close to release.
    “I’m begging you, Masters. Please let me come.”
    “Do you want to come with a fake cock in your pussy, sub?”
    “No, Master, I want to come with both your cocks in my body.”
    Smack. He slapped her ass hard. At the same time, she felt a sharp tug on the nipple clamps. The pain and pleasure shot through her.
    “The correct answer, sub, is you want to come any way it pleases your Masters.”
    “Yes, Master. I’m sorry, Master.”
    “Then say it.”
    “I want to do whatever pleases my Masters. If it pleases you, it will please me.”
    “And if your punishment is that you don’t get to come, that we keep you at the peak of arousal until we feel you have learned your lesson, sub?”
    “Then that is your right and I’ll accept my Masters’ will.”
    She felt Liam’s hands on her breasts.
    “These tits are beautiful, but it’s time to remove the clamps. You know, Connor, maybe we should get her nipples pierced so we can keep them decorated at all times.”
    He removed the clamps, and the blood rushed into her nipples, the pain increasing as he pinched and twisted her abused nipples. She was so focused on this feeling that she didn’t realize that Connor was unstrapping her until she felt him massaging the feeling back into her left side. Liam rubbed down her right side.
    Was it over? She hadn’t come yet. Maybe that was her punishment. She wasn’t ever going to be allowed to come again. She waited.
    Not quite, it seemed. They positioned her knees on a padded mat in the center of the stage. Both men undid their pants and pulled out their painfully aroused cocks. It seemed that they were just as aroused as she was, but she had a feeling that they were going to get to come, even if she didn’t.
    “Open your mouth,” Connor commanded, ramming his cock down her throat the minute that she complied. She reached up to touch him and felt a sharp smack on her still-burning ass.
    “Did my brother say you could touch him?”
    She dropped her hands to her side. She would give the best blow job they’d ever had, except, she realized quickly, she wasn’t going to get the chance to. They took turns fucking her mouth hard and deep. It was all she could do to relax her throat and take them as deep as she could while trying to remember to breathe through her nose.
    Through it all, her ass and her pussy