Maid For His Submission by Eryn Black

smiled back at her. "You’re so beautiful,” he told her, holding her leash in one hand and gently touching her cheek with his other. His touch was delicate and loving. "Don't forget to breathe.” Came that same odd instruction. First from Mr. Thomas and now from her dark master.
    Oh my God! She screamed in her mind when Mr. Thomas laid down on his back beside her and then proceeded to lift her up by her knees and settle her over his face where he could begin to devour her sopping wet sex. Erupting like the San Andreas Fault, her body was shaking from the heavy wave of her climax. Pulling tightly onto her leash, her poor sore nipples added yet another pulsing wave through her body, driving her for more and more, bringing her mouth in full force to attach to his member. She sucked with a raging need. No longer able to think beyond her animalistic need for his seed, Tosh didn’t relent even when her leash was pulled tight, nearly choking her. Nothing was going to take her away from what her body craved.
    "Tosh...Tosh..." His words were lost in his panting breath. Wrapping her leash in his hand until his fist was against her neck, he gave her one last tug before calling out her name a final time, releasing himself and flooding her beautiful mouth with his salty ecstasy.
    They were a heaving pile of flesh, collapsed over each other on the floor. Thomas was curled up to her back, while Richard cradled her head under his chin holding her chest tightly to him. Her panting breath matching his palpitating heart, it was all harmonic. Kissing the top of her head, he nuzzled her locks.
    "Did you have a nice rest?" She felt so soft in his arms, he struggled with himself to let her go. This was the peace he had always dreamed of. This was the unity he had been craving.
    "Mmm. Nothing has ever felt better," she purred. Her hands now unbound were running over his chest, her long fingers curling in his thick patch of chest hair.
    Looking over her head, his eyes met Thomas and without word or flinch they could read each other well. The warning look he gave reminded Thomas once more how special this woman was to him and that what they were sharing was more than a simple fuck and that she was more than another submissive pussy with legs.
    A nod stopped his friend’s protests, and Thomas was up, readying the apparatus. Despite his unwillingness, his hard on was guiding the way. Always a focal point. Richard watched with eagerness as Thomas quietly released the ropes from the corner of the room and guided them toward the center of the room. There were five in all with various widths and two were velvet lined. All in all...just to see his lover and friend standing beside them was almost enough to make Richard cum...almost.
    Tilting his head down to Tosh, Richard’s sparkling grin was menacing, and he no longer feared her fleeing in terror from what might come and what she had been obviously suppressing. His lioness was a fireball of passion with no sign of burning out. She had passed his introductions and now was time for her final test.
    Sitting up on his knees, Richard scooped Tosh up in his arms, lifting her up from the floor and to a very passionate Thomas standing guard and ready with the apparatus in hand.
    "What’s happening?” Her weak sleep filled voice disturbed the silence.
    "Shh." He corrected her. "You must only speak when you’ve been given permission,” he instructed her gently. Fearing that he was rushing things in his command, he looked her over to make sure that despite her sleepiness, Tosh was in her right mind.
    When had he started to question his own dominance? Why would he give his new submissive such power over him, when would he tell her that she was indeed his?
    Her curves and mound rubbed over every exposed inch of his flesh as he lowered her onto her feet to stand alone on the floor. Still clothed in pants with a gapping fly, Richard’s chest glowed with a tan with a sprinkling of dark curls. Her eyes were drunk