One more pass was all it took. The minute she sucked him back in and swallowed around his cock, his entire length stiffened and pulsed. Hot splatters filled her mouth. He tasted rich and salty as she drank him down while he groaned low, long, and loud.
The minute Tate sagged back into the chair in a spent heap, Eric held a hand out to her and helped her to her feet. He led her to the bed.
"You're too sore to fuck this morning."
She wanted to feel them inside her so badly. The urge to meld with them once more surged like a craving. "But-"
"No, we won't let our impatience cause you more pain, Belle. Soon, when you're less tender, we'll fill that pretty pussy again. Now, we're going to try something else. Lie back. Don't lose the plug. I don't want to have to start your training all over again. I'm serious about fucking your ass-and soon." Eric eased her down on the bed, looking her body over. Kellan was suddenly beside him, both men appraising her with their hungry stares.
"You're such a beautiful sight." Kellan reached down and gripped a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He twisted slightly, the sensation zinging straight to her pussy.
"Please. I'm not really all that sore." She was, but surely it wouldn't be uncomfortable for long. She wanted them, needed them. After all the emotion of the morning, she needed to be close to them, feel that they were still with her.
Eric tweaked her other nipple. "I said no. Tomorrow will be soon enough, but there are plenty of other ways for you to please your Masters. Tate, can you get me the clamps? I think it's time for a little nipple torture. These jewels are so sensitive. I think we'll have her squirming and begging in no time."
Her eyes widened. She already felt as if she was begging. Then Kellan eased beside her, his mouth hovering over her nipple. She gasped as he ran his tongue over the little nubbin, making it stand at attention.
"These are tweezer clamps." Eric took the small metallic thing Tate handed him. A chain connected the two silver objects to one another. "Kell bought them for you, along with that plug in your ass. You still feel it?"
"Yes," she breathed.
"We have a huge kit back home, all brand new and waiting just for you, Belle. We began buying the items months ago. Every time I shopped for you and added more goodies to the pile, I just got harder and harder imagining all we could do to you."
"Why would you have bought things like that for me back then? We weren't … It wasn't like that. I just worked for you." She fought to concentrate while Kellan nipped at her breasts, every pass of his mouth and teeth shooting arousal through her system.
"Because we're optimists," Eric explained. "Whenever I went to the club and trained, I did it because I believed I would be your Master. Even before I met you, I knew there was a you out there. I knew I would find the one submissive who truly belonged to me. I never imagined she wouldn't see the truth. So listen up, Belle. I intend to make you realize that you belong to us. You're ours, and no amount of success in business will make you as happy as we can. Although you might curse my name in a minute before you admit I'm right."
He handed the first clamp to Kellan, who slid it onto her nipple and let go.
Pain flared through her, biting at her and making her gasp. "Damn it."
Eric held up a hand when Tate moved toward her. "No. We didn't tell her she couldn't curse, and I kind of like knowing I can make her say all those dirty words. Does the clamp hurt, baby?"
It did and it didn't. The erotic pain sent a sweet ache twinging through her pussy. Like everything they did, that little vise on her nipple forced her awareness. Her very skin felt alive and awake. Her blood hummed.
"A little, but I can handle it." And the more moments that slid past, the more she actually liked it.
The minute the words slipped from her mouth, Eric dropped to his knees and suckled her free nipple. His teeth lightly bit at her, gently preparing the other bud to take the pain of the second clamp. He clipped it on. With rapt eyes, he watched the chain stretch from one nipple to the other, the cool silver snaking across her chest. The clamps bit. One individually tested her pain tolerance. Two at once somehow magnified the sensation. But the pain morphed, dropping from the intense bite at her nipples to a lip-biting pressure that joined up with the fullness in her ass to send a shocking jolt straight to her clit.
Kellan reached down and gently tugged on the chain. "Are you ready for more? This little work of art isn't finished by a long shot."
Tate passed him another clamp, this one a single pair of tweezers on a longer chain. Kellan carefully attached the silver length to the middle of the chain running between her breasts and laid it in a cool, thin line down her torso. She shivered, feeling them everywhere, touching her, arousing her, filling her.