She watched as Kellan tugged on the chain over her belly just enough to make the pleasure-pain surge to life again as he rested the final clamp just above her pussy.
"Where does that go?" She had a suspicion. It made her both worry and ache. He couldn't clamp her there, could he?
"You have another sweet jewel for us to adorn, Belle." Kellan moved between her legs. "While I work on this, I think you should take care of Eric."
She turned her head to find that Eric had shed his clothes. He stood beside the bed, beautifully naked. She stared at the slab of ridged and notched muscle covering his powerful torso. It was easy to see he was a former athlete who hadn't let himself lose any of his form or prowess.
"Touch me, Belle." He grasped her hand, bringing it to his abdomen and pushing it low.
She allowed her fingers to run down his magnificent six pack. So much muscle, steel covered in the softness of warm flesh. She loved how he felt, could spend days just touching him, but Kellan was right. He needed more.
His cock strained, almost reaching his navel. She let her hand slide down, brushing against him. His cock jumped as though electrified by her touch.
"Suck me, Belle. I need to feel your mouth on me."
Kellan had moved between her legs, but she didn't feel anything except his heat near her pussy. The waiting for more made her eager, jumpy. She glanced down, noticing that he'd placed the clamp just above her clitoris, but he made no move to slip it on. Instead, he just stared at her pussy, settling on his stomach and rubbing his nose along her labia.
"Fuck, I love the way you smell, Belle. But you taste even better." He ran his tongue the full length of her pussy, sending a flare of desire through her.
She cried out his name.
Someone tugged on the chain between her breasts. Tate. He'd moved on to the bed, sliding into the spot Kellan had vacated. Pain flared, snapping her attention back up. "Kellan is readying your clit to be clamped. He'll stop if you don't behave. Would you rather have a spanking? Do you think you could hold that plug inside for that? I think it would be very difficult. And you won't get an orgasm until your Masters are pleased with your progress. Do you understand?"
She understood that there was no way she would be able to keep that damn plug in if she was suddenly tossed over one of their knees and had her backside smacked. "Yes, Master."
Though she really wanted to watch what Kellan was doing, she looked away. The three of them were keeping her on edge, forcing her to focus on Eric so she wouldn't know what Kell or Tate intended next. They were forcing her to trust them, to give herself over.
Eric held his cock in hand, sidling closer so she could easily lick and suck him. Slowly, he stroked his length, and she couldn't help but watch in fascination at the way his fingers traveled over the ridge and his thumb traced his veins. She wanted him in her mouth.
Drawing in a deep breath, Belle relaxed, giving herself over to all of them and the sensations wracking her body. She closed her eyes and leaned in.
"That's right, baby," Eric groaned. "All you have to do is obey and feel." Eric put his cock to her lips. "Relax and let me fuck your mouth. I want your lips around me so badly."
Kellan chose that moment to lick her, his tongue painting her flesh with pleasure. He sucked her clit, niggling and prodding it, drawing her closer and closer to climax. Belle tried to keep her attention on Eric, sucking and swirling her tongue all over him, and to ignore the dazzling pleasure Kell heaped on her.
Suddenly, something hard and metallic cut into her needy little bud. The clamp. She shuddered as it bit into her tenderest flesh. The pain burned and sizzled and then sank into her skin until she buzzed with need. She arched and writhed, trying to breathe through the pain.
"Hold still so I can look at you." Kellan waited impatiently while Belle whimpered and tried to still her body. "So pretty." He touched the aching point with just the tip of his tongue. "I agree that your pussy is too sore to take a cock, but I think you can ride my tongue nicely, love."
He closed his mouth over her and speared her just as Eric began feeding her his length again. She curled her tongue to conform around the underside of his cock. When he began to withdraw, she pulled on him furiously, sucking until her cheeks hollowed, trying to keep him inside. Tate alternately plucked at the chain between her breasts and caressed the bare flesh surrounding it.
This was what she wanted. All three of them, touching her, connecting with her. She let all of her worries go. For this moment, she was theirs and they were hers. Tomorrow didn't exist.