Bianca was dreaming. O’Grady was holding her, his arms around her as he kissed her deeply and she moaned softly, giving in to him, She was naked, and so was he and her fingers trailed lovingly across his hirsute chest, on his flat nipples and she teasingly squeezed one lightly. He grunted and she felt his member, thick and hard, the tip dripping wet with pre-cum as he shifted.
“Ah, lass. You are asking for punishment,” he growled and she giggled against his jaw.
Another pair of hands joined in the stroking but then, Master St Just spoke, his voice clipped.
“On your hands and knees, Pet. Suck my c*ck.”
He slapped her full A*se cheek hard for emphasis and with a little squeal, Bianca slid off O’Grady’s lap and positioned herself on the bed.
“The floor, slave,” he growled and she saw that he had a whip in his hands. Sliding off the bd quickly, she positioned herself, her breath coming in gasps. He appeared before her sitting on the couch comfortably.
‘Crawl to me, Pet,” he said in a purring voice and she moved, aware of O’Grady who had risen too and was standing beside her, holding his thick member in his hands.
She wanted to moan; she was dripping wet with need.
“I can smell your wet pus*y, naughty Pet,” said St Just and she shivered. He sounded angry. O’Grady moved behind her and parted the slick folds of her pus*y.
“Right you are,” he said cheerfully and St Just shook his head sadly.
“That calls for punishment, eh, Bro?”
His brother grunted but he was also pushing his thick fingers, two of them into her soaked pus*y and Bianca felt her body thrum with excitement.
St Just shook his head sadly.
He pulled out a pouch and showed her two evilly winking clamps.
“These go on your pretty nipples, Pet,” he said and she heard the sound of strain in his voice.
Bianca gulped.
“I think I chose the tightest ones, ” added O’Grady who was now finger f*cking her wildly and she moaned, unable to control her reactions, her hips moving of their own volition.
St Just leaned forward, his thick c*ck almost in her face and she licked her lips in anticipation.
“Such a greedy little c*nt, eh?’ said St Just and then, his hand went other thick, firm nipples. First one and then the other. She screamed as the clamps were attached; they dug into her tender flesh and when she moved, her breasts bobbed, the clamps seeming to tighten uncontrollably.
“Master…” she panted for the pain was also arousing her.
“Master…” and then, she was bucking wildly as she came, for O’Grady’s fingers were riding her and she was moving, thrashing.
“Suck,” commanded Master Finn just as O’Grady removed his fingers and thrust his large manhood into her dripping wet womanhood, pounding her core. His fingers dug into her waist painfully and she could hear him grunting as he rammed into her.
Bianca sucked her Master eagerly, willing to pleasure him, hollowing her cheeks, humming and bobbing her head, squeezing his balls lightly, as he had taught her. Lost in what she was doing, she had forgotten O’Grady who thrust a finger into her tight peach hole suddenly making her stiffen in shock. And almost at the same time, O’Grady’s massive hand, the flat of it, landed on her bare bottom. She moaned around St Just’s member, which was filling her mouth. Only earning a slap on her painful breasts as a reward. Within minutes, she was having another orgasm as both the men, her Masters, used her for their pleasure too…
You are our se* toy, Pet,” snarled O’Grady, leaning over her as he gripped a breast, tugging at the clamp and spoke hoarsely.
She opened her mouth to scream…
With a start, Bianca came awake. Her eyes flew open and for a while, she lay, panting, her hand on her mound, as it quivered. Her fingers were wet and she realised, in shame, that she had just used her hand to fulfil her needs.
Sitting up, she turned to look at the sleeping form of her sister. Beth lay beside her and she slid her legs off the bed.
It had been a dream, but so powerful, she realised that she had actually been touching herself, moaning.
Rising, she went to the bathroom careful not to wake her sister.
She had wanted to spend the night in her Master’s arms, both of them. To feel their strength, the comfort they would offer…But… what about Beth?
Both the men had left, O’Grady holding her in his arms, kissing her hard before he left without a backward glance.
The little they had told her had made her want to jump up and rush out, to try and do something, anything, to save her sister.
But both her Masters had been confident.
“If anyone can save them, sugar,
St Just had said as he stroked her arm,” It has to be the Delano mob.”
O’Grady, who was nuzzling her neck, added,
“They’re roping in old man Delano to help too. Cahill is going to be dead.”
Lucien Delano grunted as the phone by his bed pealed.
He had been sleeping like a log, his leg thrown over his Woman’s thighs, his large arm draped across her breasts.
Proserpina shifted as he rose on one elbow and glared at the time. 3 am?
What the f8ck, he rumbled and picked up the phone.
It was Louis.
“Sir, I’m sorry to disturb you…” he began but his father cut him short.
“The f*ck are you doing, boy, waking me at this time of night?”