“You really enjoy that?” Dan asked.
When I hesitated, Tristan said, “You may answer him, sub. Treat him equal to me. You are as much his as mine.”
I nodded my acceptance and replied to Dan. “It’s giving myself over that excites me, Sir. The feeling that he has all the control and I must surrender everything to him.”
I gasped the words as I explained. I was that turned on. Tristan was a very powerful Dom. Authority oozed from him. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d enjoyed handing the reins over more. Now if we could just get Dan to play too…
Tristan’s hand went to my labia and stroked the secret folds. I shuddered and went weak all over to feel him touch me there as if it was his right. The caress lasted only a moment. He held up his drenched fingers for Dan’s inspection. “You see? She’s enjoying herself a great deal. This is a purely consensual arrangement. That’s our mantra in BDSM: safe, sane and consensual.”
Dan licked his lips. “What’s the word I’m supposed to listen out for?”
My nether regions flexed in anticipation. My sexy Marlboro Man was in. “Sharkbait.”
“All right then.”
Dan stepped close to me. Grabbing a handful of my hair, he pulled my head back, putting me in the perfect position for his kiss. His mouth closed over mine and worked my lips apart. His warm tongue plunged into my mouth, tasting me as deeply as he could. The force of his lips was bruising and I moaned at the possession.
Tristan went back to my breasts, his mouth mauling me as his fingers found my secret flesh once more. He investigated the petals of my sex, tracing delicately over the folds. I couldn’t help but respond to his educated touch. My hips jerked as I instinctively rubbed against the delightful contact.
With a sharp crack, stinging pain warmed my backside, radiating to heat my inner regions. “Stay still,” Tristan warned.
Dan jerked away from our kiss at the sound of the slap. He stared into my face, waiting to see how I would react to the discipline.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” I whispered, softening even more as the smart made my insides tumble. Tristan was very powerful indeed. It made me feel safe.
At the husky excitement in my voice, Dan’s wariness disappeared, and his eyes darkened. His mouth descended on mine again with greater force than before.
Tristan’s fingers teased at the opening to my womanhood while his thumb traced lazy circles around my clit. A deep, wonderful throbbing joined the jolts of desire pulsing through my core. I trembled, but kept still for my masters’ pleasure. It wasn’t easy. I ached to run eager hands all over the strong bodies before me, to rub myself against Tristan’s knowledgeable hands and make him touch me where it felt best. Need grew by leaps and bounds, suffusing every molecule of my being.
When Dan’s kiss ended, leaving my lips swollen and throbbing, Tristan commanded, “Lie on your back.”
I did so, feeling the table’s hard wooden surface beneath my body. Both men were now naked, and my gaze raked over their very delightful topographies. Tristan’s smooth body boasted lean muscle, as gorgeous as any Chippendale dancer who ever graced a stage. Dan looked just as yummy; slightly bulkier with a sprinkling of dark chest hair. And below the equators, each man sported all a girl could want. Much more than a mouthful, thick and ready for pleasure. I couldn’t wait to be filled by both.
“I’d like to continue to explore her here,” Tristan told Dan, bending my knees up and out. “Hold yourself open for me,” he ordered me.
I gripped my legs below the knees, exposing myself for their inspection. I whimpered as the vampire leader spread the lips of my slit.
“She’s so wet.” Dan licked his lips. “You’re gorgeous, Brandilynn.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“I think I want to feel that mouth on me.”
“Oh yes, Sir. Please, Sir.”
They arranged me to their satisfaction, with my head dipped backwards off the edge of the table so Dan could take advantage of my mouth. Tristan leaned over the opposite edge, easily able to bend his face to my mound, should he so choose.
“Let’s see what you can do, baby girl,” Dan whispered as he brought his groin near my face.
Tristan’s hands were already busy on my sex again, bringing all my senses alive as I whirled my tongue over the purpled head of Dan’s cock. He rewarded me with a bead of salty fluid, which I promptly accepted. I rolled the salty sweetness over my tongue before swallowing it with a sigh of pleasure.
Tristan ran a finger up and down one side of my clit, teasing it unmercifully with the lightest of touches. I couldn’t stop the lower half of my body from shuddering in reaction.