FightingforControl by Ari Thatcher

bound and waiting for instruction. Yet so much had
changed. She no longer worried what they thought of her body. She didn’t fear
the pain would be more than she could bear.
    Her trust was complete. Her need for Marc and Brad,
immeasurable. She sighed and wiggled, adjusting her weight on the stiletto
heels of her boots. “Um, Masters, can we get on with it?”
    Marc reached for a crop and Brad stepped closer to her. He
held her gaze and smiled. “We’ve created quite a cocky sub, haven’t we?”
    Snapping the crop against his palm, Marc agreed. “And the
last thing we need around here is more cocks. Are you looking to be punished?”
    “If my master thinks it best.” She loved the way his cock
jumped when she called him Master.
    He brought the crop down against her hip and she flinched.
“Thank you, Master.”
    “Very good,” Brad mouthed around the nipple he was sucking.
His teeth abraded her skin. Her flesh tingled. Her breasts swelled and she
arched her back, offering him more.
    He moved to the other side when Marc shifted to slap her
opposite hip. Together they worked her body, alternating pain and pleasure,
building her need for more of both.
    She tugged at the restraints holding her arms, hating the
inability to touch them but knowing it increased her pleasure somehow.
    “How are you doing?” Marc asked.
    “I’m good. But I’d be better if my hands were free.”
    He grunted and picked up a pinwheel. The sharp points stung
when he rolled it over her skin. He licked the pink marks, following the path
he made. Lori moaned at the blend of sensations.
    Brad had moved behind her. He spread her cheeks, wetting her
with lube before inserting something slender into her ass. Her tight ring
clenched on his finger. She gasped and rocked toward his hand.
    Vibrations filled her anus. Brad leaned around to look at
her face. “You like that?”
    “Yes Master. Almost as much as I love your cock up there.”
She knew she was pushing it, speaking her needs instead of simply allowing them
to take care of her. But sometimes they seemed more interested in the process
and she was a results kind of girl.
    Marc tapped the flogger against her ass. “If I didn’t know
you’d enjoy it too much, I’d threaten to spank you for that one.”
    Lori licked her lips and tossed her hair behind her
shoulder. “I enjoy everything you do to me, Master.”
    His mouth curled in a snarl and he kissed her hard, totally
throwing off her mindset. She met his thrusts with her tongue and tried to
allow him deeper in her mouth. But he pulled away, leaving her panting with
need.
    Brad returned to her breasts, kneading and suckling, then
licking his way to her navel. He knelt before her, nipping the flesh of her
belly. He spread her pussy open and dipped his tongue into her juices. “So
sweet,” he mumbled.
    The manacles held her in place so she couldn’t open herself
to him, and she wrestled for a moment before just letting him work. He thrust
three fingers into her dripping pussy.
    “Oh God, Master C. Please don’t stop.”
    She regretted the words instantly. He did just that, taking
his hands and mouth away. He rolled to his feet and glanced at Marc. “She
really is mouthy today. We need to do something about that.”
    “I have just the thing.” Marc took something from the box
and tossed it in the air, caught it, then came to stand in front of Lori.
“Open.”
    She opened her mouth, only to have it filled with a ball
gag, which he fastened behind her head. Her eyes widened. They’d never gagged
her before. She tried to speak but the words were so garbled she couldn’t even
understand.
    “Much better,” Brad said. “But it reduces the number of
openings available to us.”
    Marc grinned. “We’ll just have to make do.”
    Lori rocked her hips, knowing exactly what they had planned
and looking forward to every minute of it. Marc unfastened the shackles on her
arms while Brad loosened her feet. They led her to an upholstered