Free de Lune, Clair - Fiona's Two Masters [Prometheus in Chains 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Clair de Lune

recliner and pulled her on top of him, with her back to his chest. His arms came round her, and he took her breasts in his hands and began to play. Master Alexander knelt between his legs, draping hers over his brother’s and leaving her wide open to his attentions. His hot tongue descended on her pussy, and his fingers opened her labia as his tongue dipped in. This is going to be enjoyable after all.
    “Master, your tongue in my cunt feels so good. Please make me come.”
    She arched her back, keening in her need, but she could not escape the hands on her breasts and the insistent tongue in her cunt. He withdrew his tongue and replaced it with three long fingers. As he pumped them in and out, he made sure to stroke her G-spot, driving her wild. She tried to thresh and get away but was held firmly but gently in place. She panted and begged.
    “ Please ! I need to come, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,” she panted as he continued to stroke her, and she thought she’d die if he didn’t let her come, and soon. Just when she thought she was going to pass out, he pinched her clit with his other hand, and she exploded into a mind-bending orgasm. Her limbs shook, and she thrashed in their arms.
    When she could think again, she realised they had held her firmly so she couldn’t hurt herself. They cuddled her close between them until she recovered. They’d shielded her from the gaze of the others for which she was grateful. They must all have heard her pleas and moans, and she blushed in shame. Then as she heard the other subs’ moans and pleas, she was reassured. They’d be in no state to be judging her.
    One by one the others subs were caught, and round one ended.
    It was time for round two and Master Angus’s little surprise. This turned out to be nipple clamps with tiny bells attached.
    “How pretty your nipples will look with these attached. The bells look so delicate and they make a pleasant sound,” Master Ruari said. She felt her breasts being suckled by two avid mouths then the nipple clamps were attached.
    “They do look pretty on her nipples,” Master Alexander said.
    “Yes, Masters, they do. They feel so good on my nipples, just a pinch, but I like that.”
    The bells chimed, as Masters Ruari and Alexander played and flicked them with their fingers, smiling.
    “We have something else for you.” Master Alexander held up the piece of gingerroot. She had never seen anything like it before. It was carved and shaped like a small butt plug.
    “What is that for?”
    “It will make life a bit more interesting and make you easier to find,” Master Ruari replied.
    “I have never seen anything like it, what is it?”
    “Gingerroot. Haven’t you seen it in the supermarket?”
    “No, what does it do?”
    “It gives an added sensation in your rear hole, it is very arousing. Are you okay with having it inside you?”
    “Yes.” She was a bit dubious, but a surreptitious glance around showed her that all the other subs were having the root put in place in so she thought she might as well try it, too.
    Master Ruari bent over the recliner and the gingerroot was inserted in her back hole. At first she didn’t feel much, but as she clenched her muscles to keep it in, it began to burn. She saw that keeping still with it in was not going to be easy, and then she knew why her devious Doms had smiled as they played with the bells.

Chapter Eighteen

    She found a hiding place in the same bushes as before. She reasoned that they would never look there for her and concentrated on trying to keep still. It wasn’t an easy task then as the ginger burned, and she squirmed and the bells rang out.
    “Oh, shit!” she said.
    She clamped her hand over her mouth, but the bells chimed again. When she looked up, Masters Alexander and Ruari had parted the bushes, and the buggers were smiling at her! She emerged from the bushes gracefully, with what dignity she could muster. She accepted their hands held out to help her. She’d no wish to look