Note: This story, including all names and people, is entirely fictional and not based on any real life experiences or events.

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This story is a sort of follow-up to the one I posted yesterday, Their Pet's Reward, but you don't have to read it to read this one, even though I'd highly recommend it!

I messed up, and I can’t even pretend that it was an accident. No, I messed up on purpose, all just to provoke a reaction out of my doms.

Kate was away on a trip, and so when Beau left for work yesterday, she wanted me to call her to show that I was getting up and eating breakfast. But…when she called, I was already fast asleep.

That would’ve been fine in itself. Maybe she would’ve asked Beau to give me a spanking for it, but sleeping in was no big deal if it was an accident.

I mean, it sort of was. I could’ve stayed up if I wanted to, but sleep was just too tempting. Especially when I could scoot over to Beau’s side, still warm and smelling of him, and wrap myself in his blankets. What else was I supposed to do?

But later that day, Kate called again, and this time I picked up on the second ring. It was a FaceTime call, and I very quickly realised the purpose of her call.

She had me get into our bed and edge myself until I got to the very edge of my orgasm and then stop. It was torture, especially when she had me repeat it over and over again, all while moaning her name and listening to her instructions.

But after the third time, I couldn’t take it anymore, and I slipped over the edge. I’d like to say it was an accident, but the way I kept the vibrator against my centre for just a second more than Kate told me to was no accident.

She didn’t reprimand me then, not that she could, but with Beau’s shit-eating grin when he came home, I knew she’d told him.

Giggling when he asked me about it and running away from him when he tried to grab me was the cherry on top. Now, I’m well and truly fucked.

Kate came home earlier today and with the look she exchanged with Beau, I assume they discussed their plans for me before she came home. I’ve been a bundle of anxious nerves all day, honestly, so when Beau finally led me to the bedroom for god knows what, I was so relieved.

But now, kneeling in front of both of them, my gaze downcast, I wish I could’ve had a few more hours to mentally prepare.

Both of them are fully clothed, a stark contrast to my nude body. I nervously wring my hands in my lap, and I’m struggling to not look up at them.

They’re enjoying my squirming. The way their casual waiting makes my nerves spike. It’s my own damn fault I’m in this position, but it still feels unfair and terrifying when they just make me squirm and writhe under their stare.

Finally, after a minute, both of them come up to me.

Kate crouches next to me, tilting my head so I have to look at her. She clicks her tongue. “Such a silly little pet,” she mocks, shaking her head at me. “What to do with you…” She says it like she’s unsure, but I know they’ve already planned everything out. There’s no use begging or apologising. They’ve already decided what my fate will be, and I’m completely at their mercy.

Beau is standing above me, and he gently grabs my head and leans my cheek against his muscular thigh, covered by his jeans. “She forgets her place,” he says, gently stroking my hair like I’m just their confused little pet who can’t help but disobey.

Kate nods, and Beau firmly grips my hair, all while keeping me against his leg. I gasp. “She needs a reminder of who fucking owns her,” he continues. He says it like he’s speaking to Kate, but I know damn well the words are meant for my ears. They send shivers through my body, the promise making my pulse thrum in anticipation.

Suddenly, Kate grabs my wrists and holds them behind my back. She’s not as strong as Beau is, but I still can’t get out of her grip no matter how much I struggle. “Stay still,” she orders into my ear, and I whimper with fear and arousal.

Beau releases me and walks over to one of our bedside tables. He pulls out a pair of handcuffs, and when he returns, he swiftly cuffs them around my wrists while Kate holds them behind my back.

“Please,” I say, but I don’t know what I’m asking for. The fear and anticipation is just too much already.

Kate, still crouched next to me, grips my cheeks in a firm grip. “Be quiet,” she orders. “Bad girls aren’t allowed to speak.”

I can’t help but squirm a little in her grip, but I still nod with determination.

She gives me a quick kiss to my forehead, then turns to face Beau, who I hadn’t realised had went and grabbed something else from the bedside drawer.

I barely realise it’s a vibrator before he kneels next to Kate, who herself has grabbed two sets of straps from somewhere.

I realise what they’re doing, but I don’t protest as Beau holds the vibrator against my leg and Kate straps it secure. Once done, the tip of it is pressed against my clit, and it’s tightly secured to my leg so I can’t remove it.

Beau pulls his phone out of his pocket and turns it on, making sure it’s at a low setting. I stir at the friction, but it’s not nearly enough to make me come, so it doesn’t take long before I get used to it.

I keep my gaze down while both of them stand and look down at me. I’m shaking a bit. Not much, but it’s there. But it’s probably going to get worse later.

Beau grabs my head and squeezes my cheek against his hard length, still covered by his jeans. I try to wrap my mouth around it over his pants, but his grip is so firm I can’t move at all.

“You know what you did,” he says. “And you know it’s wrong, little girl.” A pause. “Apologise.”

I nod. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

Kate leans down and grabs my nipples in firm, punishing grips. She pulls at them, making my eyes shut close and my lips thin to keep from crying out. “Who do you belong to, sweetheart?” she asks in an angelic, almost caring voice.

“You,” I grit out. “I belong to you.” I pant with relief once she lets me go, and Beau follows, releasing my head and stepping back.

“Mm, I don’t think you mean that,” she says, and I look up at her with disbelief. But before I can defend myself, she says, “If you thought that, then you wouldn’t have been a little brat, would you?”

I sigh, my gaze falling to her feet again. “No, Mistress,” I say, a little defeated.

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” she mocks, earning a snicker from Beau. “Don’t worry. We’ll remind you where you belong.”

She stands, and Beau gives me a grin as he ups the vibrations. I moan, but it’s still not enough to come with. But just in case, Beau explains, “If you come without permission, we’ll edge you for a week. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” I nod, earning a proud smile.

And then he ups the vibrations even more, pushing a groan from my throat. I go to complain, but next time I look up, I see Beau’s lips against Kate’s.

I watch, transfixed, while they make out and completely ignore me. The intense vibrations in my lower half make me breathe heavily, but I barely even notice it with how erotic it is to watch my two doms making out and stripping each other.

They’re going slow, but it’s intense. They’re touching each other everywhere, kissing each exposed inch of skin with tenderness and aggression all at once. Kate’s leg swings up around Beau’s waist, and he pulls her underwear off from beneath her skirt. I catch sight of her grin against his lips, and I moan.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan, panting heavily while I try my best not to let the sight of them drive me to my climax. “Please, fuck me. I can’t stand to just watch. Fuck–“

Beau breaks away from Kate’s embrace, though with her underwear in his hand. He walks over to me, crouches, and grips my cheeks between his fingers. I barely catch sight of Kate’s sadistic smirk before I feel Beau shoving her underwear between my lips, stifling my cries. I can faintly taste her on the cotton filling my mouth, and it just makes me that much wetter.

Kate hands him a strip of black tape which he swiftly places over my mouth. “Not another word out of you, little girl,” he scolds, and I nod. Tears prick at my eyes at the overwhelming sensations surrounding me and racking my body. The taste of Kate in my mouth and the sight of them together would make me go crazy on their own, but with the vibrator and the humiliating position they’ve stuck me in, I can barely keep from crying.

Beau and Kate go back to making out, and they strip each other of the last of their clothing. And just like I suspected, Beau doesn’t wait long before sheathing himself inside her.

She cries out, the sound making me throw my head back in ecstasy. He has her pinned against the wall, meaning that from this angle, all I can see is Beau’s muscular back and backside.

But I can hear everything.

The way his hips slap against hers. The moans and grunts escaping both of them. The slick, wet sounds of him rubbing against her with each thrust.

I’m grinding against the vibrator before I realise it, and barely manage to stop myself before I come. I groan in frustration, but neither of my doms are even looking at me.

I’m being completely ignored while they fuck each other, and I realise this is what Kate meant by teaching me where I belong. My pleasure isn’t my own, it’s theirs. I get to watch, but I don’t get to participate or come, not unless I’m a good girl for them.

I love the humiliating way they’re teaching me my lesson. It’s fucking addicting.

“Oh, god,” Kate moans, and I can tell she’s getting close just from that. From here, I can’t see much, but I can see her hand moving to between her legs to rub at her clit.

She comes apart a minute later, moaning and kicking her head back. Beau isn’t far behind, and spills himself deep inside her with a groan.

They both breathe heavily. The only other sound in the room is the heavy vibrations and panting coming from where I’m on the floor, and eventually, like they just remembered I’m in the room with them, they both turn to look at me.

Beau pulls out and moves closer to me. I beg him with my eyes to let me come, but when he rips the tape off my mouth and pulls out Kate’s panties, I give voice to my pleading.

“Please, Master, I need to come. God,” I pant. “I can’t hold back.”

He gives a sympathetic smile, but his tone is condescending and harsh. “Be quiet, or we won’t let you come at all.”

I groan, my head tilting up in desperation.

But when I turn my head back down, I see Kate right in front of me.

Or, rather, her pussy right in front of me.

It’s dripping of Beau’s come, and it’s clear what they want me to do before the words leave Kate’s mouth. “Clean me off like a good girl, and we’ll allow you to come.”

I don’t hesitate when she places herself over my face. The taste, the combination of both of their come, floods my mouth. It’s so intense, but I eagerly lap it up like I’m parched for it, and it doesn’t take long before Kate moans and starts grinding against my face.

Beau still has control of my vibrator, and while my face is stuffed with Kate’s pussy, he ups the vibrations.

My eyes close in pure ecstasy. All the build-up of tonight, of how they’ve treated me and punished me, makes my climax approach so rapidly I barely remember to pull back to ask permission.

Kate doesn’t look offended that I pull away from her, instead just giving me a smile. “Please, I need to come. I can’t fucking take it.”

She nods. “Come for us, baby girl.”

With that, she places herself back on my mouth, and the orgasm crashes into me.

It floods my senses, sounds of relief and pleasure escaping my mouth. I’m shaking, barely keeping myself upright between Kate’s legs, and when I come back down, I have to remind myself to keep licking and sucking at her.

Kate isn’t too far behind, and she comes on my face with as much eagerness as she did on Beau’s cock. She grips my hair, keeping me in place, all while she extracts as much pleasure as she can from my tongue.

She finally pulls away, and we’re all breathing heavily. The vibrator is still going at a high speed, overwhelming me still.

I give a pleading look to Beau, and he grins at me. “You’re not done yet, baby,” he says, making a show of upping the speed even more.

I gasp, instinctively yanking at my restraints to try to stop the intense vibrations, but it’s obviously useless.

I look up at Kate for help, but she’s obviously not going to help me. Instead, she crouches in front of me and grips my chin, forcing my gaze to meet hers. “Beau and I are going to watch a movie,” she explains. “And you can stay here and come as much as you’d like, since you seem to think that’s allowed.”

My eyes widen, and I desperately want to beg them to let me go, but I know it’s pointless.

Beau approaches me then, gently placing my phone on the floor. I see he’s used it to call himself, and he’s placed it on speakerphone, allowing me to safeword if I need to.

But that’s little consolation.

It also means they can listen to my suffering all they want while they watch their movie, a thought that makes me glare at Beau.

He just laughs. “You’ll be staying here until you’ve learned your lesson. Glaring at me won’t help you, pet.”

And with that, Kate kisses my cheek, and Beau kisses my forehead, and then they both leave me on the floor, just as the second orgasm of many floods my senses.

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