Her Cowboy Doms(39)

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As leery as Georgia was to get fucked from behind, she couldn’t help but feel electrified from the inside out. She’d often wondered how that would feel, and now, finally, she was going to find out. At first, the sensation was strange and a little unpleasant, but that soon changed. Desperate to have Master Paul inside her in any way he wanted, she wiggled her ass, tempting him as much as she could.

It stunned her when he withdrew his finger and glared at her. “No, sub. You don’t tell me when to do something. Not with words or with actions. Remember who’s in control here.”

He raised his hand, then struck her butt cheek again. The pain was greater than before, stinging her flesh. “I thought you didn’t believe in punishment, Master Paul?”

He glared at her harder and yet she could see a spark of glee on his face. Did he want her to challenge him?

“I said I don’t like it much. That doesn’t mean, however, that I don’t think it’s necessary at times. New subs need time to learn, but when a sub knowingly disobeys, then punishment is an effective teaching tool. Now stay still.”

He hit her again, one hand striking her left butt cheek, followed by the right hand on her right cheek. She should’ve been angry, should’ve used the safe word and told him to fuck off, but she didn’t want to. All she could think about was pleasing both Masters Destin and Paul.

He slipped not one but two fingers into her butt hole. She tensed again.

“It’s okay, sugar. Relax and breathe. That’s it. Good sub.” Master Destin twisted the clothespins on her nipples, refocusing her attention on that sting of pain.

“Next time, we’ll fuck you at the same time so we can both be inside you. Would you like that, baby?”

“Yes, please.” The more Master Paul worked his fingers into her ass, the more her need resurfaced, once again taking over her emotions as well as her body. She concentrated on drawing in regular breaths. She whimpered as he moved his fingers around, stretching the walls and preparing her for his entry.

“Take it easy, baby. This will make you feel so good that you’ll beg me to do it again.”

She had no doubt of that. Closing her eyes, she willed her muscles to relax, to fight against the natural instinct to tighten around his fingers. He began to pump his fingers, in and out. The friction made it harder to relax, but the strangeness was gone. A wonderful tightening started and she cried out as her lust grew stronger.

“Let me get in on this.” Master Destin put his hand over her mound. Just as Master Paul’s fingers eased back inside her, Master Destin’s pushed past her moist labia and into her weeping pussy. He stroked her, spreading her cream over her, then moved higher to pinch her pulsing clit.

“Please. Please!” She’d always heard that there was a thin line between pain and pleasure, and now she knew it was a fact. Aching frustration built inside her along with an intense need for release.

“What do you want, baby?”

As if he doesn’t know.

“I need you inside me. Please. I can’t stand it any longer.”

She was panting when Master Paul added the cool gel to her anus. If she hadn’t known he’d take his hand away, she would’ve rammed her ass against him to drive his fingers deeper inside her ass. The most she could do was to clamp her pussy walls around Master Destin’s fingers when he slipped them back into her pussy to sinfully torture her.

Master Paul rubbed the lube around and inside her anus. At first she wondered why he suddenly took his fingers away, then realized that he was lubing his cock.

“Breathe in, then let it out, baby.”

When she let her breath out, he eased his cock against her puckered walls, then moved deeper inside her. The burn turned into a raging fire, but it felt so damn good, she never would’ve complained.

Master Destin increased the pressure on her clit, matching the increased pressure Master Paul was giving her ass. Another slap to her butt cheek made her forget for a moment and allowed him to then thrust his pelvis against her rump. Her body responded, clamping down on both their insertions.

“Aw, sugar, that’s perfect. Hold on as hard as you can.”

“Yeah, sub. You’re doing great.”

They surged into her at the same time. Two men working as one, moving together to give her what she wanted. Yet her real pleasure, a pleasure that was more fulfilling, was the knowledge that she was making them happy.

As if on cue, they alternated their thrusts, one working into her as the other withdrew. She didn’t know whether they’d planned it that way, getting her used to one way, then switching it up, but she loved the contrasting sensations. They knew how to work her body.