The next two lashes were on her back, not too far below the previous strikes, and came as a one-two punch. Her ass blossomed in pain again not long afterwards, and then he returned to her upper back. The hits were coming fast and furious, without much time to deal with the heat and torment of one set before the next arrived.
She could see the pain in layers around her, the most recent strikes purple, the ones before that red, then orange, and yellow. She was so close to an orgasm, she kept thinking she just needed a little more to push her over the edge, but it never came.
There were two sets of hands on her. One taking off her hood, another removing the spreader bars. As more of her attachments came loose, strong arms held her up, and when the last chain dropped, she was lifted into Brent's arms.
"Sorry, Brent,” she said, her voice slurring, as if she were drunk. “Not you I need right now—want to come; don't think you can help."
He chuckled. “You'd be surprised what I can arrange. Jacob needs to come pretty bad, too. What if I sit you on his cock, will that work for you?"
"Mmmmm."
She heard Max laughing softly beside her and reached her hand out. “Max, oh God, that was incredible. Are you gonna have orgasms with us, too?"
She felt Max's hand on her, warm and comforting, and Brent stopped walking. Max's face floated in front of hers. “Is that an invitation? What do you want, Dana?"
"I want... we're not done yet. The grand finale, right? Want you in it."
Max glanced at Brent and back to her. “Do you want Jacob in your pussy and me in your ass?"
"Mmmmm, fantasy come true. Lots of lube."
He laughed. “Yes, lots of lube."
Brent walked with her again and she saw Jacob in the big leather swing, cuffs securing him. Brent set her down across him, her legs straddling his hips as if she was riding a horse.
Max's voice didn't sound so much like it was in a tunnel anymore. “I'll lift her up, you put him in, then we can get her cuffs attached, make sure she doesn't fall."
She felt hands at her hips and groaned in ecstasy as she sank onto Jacob's cock, her body shuddering as she wrapped around his heat. He stirred below her, opening his eyes, giving her a tired smile. She tried to move up and down, but couldn't get leverage and only succeeded in swaying them forward and back, and worried she'd go stark raving mad with him inside and no way to move.
Jacob looked up at her, eyes not quite focusing, and she leaned down and brought her lips to his, giving him tongue, sloppy but passionate. Someone fastened her wrists to the swing as she kissed him, and she felt something at her ass. She moaned as a slippery finger made its way inside.
Dana lifted up, her back arching, face towards the ceiling in reflex. She couldn't hold the position long, didn't want to. Sinking down, her lips met Jacob's again. He kissed her back this time, their tongues doing an intimate dance as the swing was rearranged, the winch above them pulling their wrists up until they were sitting, facing each other, a perfect fit as their bodies molded together. She wished her arms were free; she wanted to touch him, caress his face, run her fingers through his hair, but was turned on when she couldn't, her need wrapping around her arousal, feeding it.
Jacob gasped and jerked as Brent entered him, and two seconds later her body reacted the same as Max pushed into her, and Jacob's cock was forced deeper in her pussy.
Her clit pressed into Jacob's pubic bone as Max slowly sank into her ass, giving her time to deal with the intrusion. She felt his arms around her torso, holding her, as her kiss with Jacob took on a higher intensity—her mouth more demanding, and his frantic with need. Her system screamed for release, and she arched to give Max better access.
Dana went into sensory overload as her breasts, swollen and on fire, pressed against Jacob's chest. Her upper back throbbed, her ass was a sensitive mass of nerves, and ripples swelled to the surface as Max drove deeper. She moved her head, resting it on Jacob's shoulder, and let the orgasm have control of her body—waves slowly moving through her, each one a little faster than the one before, until they finally began overtaking themselves and the waves became spasms.
Brent and Max found a rhythm, pushing her and Jacob together on their thrusts, pulling them apart on withdrawal. Dana's breathing grew ragged as her climax intensified, the knot of it growing until she almost feared the final release. She felt the vibrations of Jacob's moan under her cheek, and turned her face to kiss the skin at the juncture of his neck and shoulder.
Max pounded into her ruthlessly as lust took over, and her world was the slap of flesh meeting flesh, the overwhelming friction between her legs, her heart hammering against her chest, and muscles fighting her restraints in futility as she tried to find equilibrium in the tempest.