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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Wyatt plunges into me, pushing gasps and moans from my throat that quickly get lost in Rosie’s mouth as she kisses me, tongue exploring inside my mouth.

Rosie rubs my nipple between her fingers, wringing so much pleasure from me that I don’t think I could ever feel as good as I feel now, with a hot, dark haired man inside me and a beautiful, chestnut haired woman kissing me.

“She’s close,” Wyatt suddenly says, surprising me, but I’m too busy to reply. “Fuck, you’re so tight, Emilia.”

I moan, nodding, and Rosie chuckles. “Such a dirty little thing, aren’t you?” she taunts, and I again nod. “Don’t come yet, baby.”

Don’t come yet…?

I don’t know how they can ask that of me when they’re doing all this to me. If it wasn’t for my desire to please them and obey them, I’d tell them to fuck off and come on my own.

But I obey, doing my best to keep from jumping off the edge. And just a minute later, Wyatt’s breathing quickens as he finishes deep inside me.

All of us moan, Wyatt grinding against me throughout his entire orgasm, and when he comes back down, they both pull away, standing by the bed and looking down at me.

Rosie has already finished, so that just leaves me, but with the impish grins on their faces, I can tell they’re up to something. Still, I’m too delirious to do anything but beg, “Please make me come.”

Rosie chuckles. “How badly do you want to come, little girl?”

I ache for their touch, so I try to pull them back into bed, but they both give me warning glares, so I sit back down, buzzing like crazy between my thighs. “Please,” I repeat. “I’ll do anything you want, just please let me come.”

And it’s true. They’ve been toying with me all day, and by now, I’m so desperate I’d give them anything for it.

Wyatt comes closer, kneeling on the bed and leaning over my naked body with his. My eyes snag on his sweaty, glistening chest, and I swallow my nerves. He doesn’t stop until his mouth is right by my ear, muttering loud enough for Rosie to hear, “The only way you’re coming tonight is if that’s the last time you come for a week.”

“What?” I ask, making both of my doms snicker. They’ve clearly discussed this ahead of time, but that just makes me more nervous. “What do you mean, Sir?” I make sure to throw in some extra sweetness in my voice in an effort to manipulate him.

It obviously doesn’t work.

“You heard me baby. If we make you come tonight then you won’t come again for another week. We’ll tease you and push you to the edge over and over again, but no matter how much you beg or scream or cry, you won’t be allowed to come.”

He pulls away, and I look over at a smirking Rosie, who says, “Or you can simply wait until tomorrow, and we’ll go back to normal. Your choice.”

She says choice like this is at all a fair choice, but it’s not, and they both know it. God…the bastards have spent all day teasing me and getting me ready for tonight, knowing they’d put me in this impossible dilemma right before I was about to come.

It's so hard to think about anything beyond the needy pulse between my legs, begging for release. I don’t think I’ll survive the night if I don’t get to come, but a week?

Fuck, I hate this.

“Tick-tock,” Wyatt teases, splaying his fingers on my inner thigh. As if on cue, Rosie sits down on the bed next to me, pulling my head into her naked lap.

“A or B, Emilia?” she taunts, petting my head. “Or would you rather not come at all?”

“No!” I insist. “I…fuck, I don’t know.”

“Last chance, little girl,” Wyatt warns, and I blurt my answer without thinking.

“I’ll do it!” Wyatt looks at me expectantly, and I clarify. “Just…please make me come, Sir. I’ll take the week.”

Wyatt grins, and dread pours into me like molten lava, but all that dissipates as soon as I feel his fingers on my clit.

It doesn’t take long since I’m already so wound up, and I come moments later, moaning as I grind my mouth against Rosie’s crotch.

It’s only when we go to sleep together that I manage to think clearly.

What the fuck did I just do?

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I honestly expect them to forget the deal we made the next morning. It’s stupid, of course, to expect they’d let me come, but a girl can hope.

They don’t even touch me beyond the occasional kiss, but they’re not shy about touching each other, though. Rosie’s thrown on a flowing sundress, giving Wyatt easy access whenever he wants to touch her. They make sure to do it in full view of me, making sure I watch as his hands dip beneath her skirt to touch and tease her.

It's torture, but I know better than to complain.

Wyatt is also dressed nicely, having put on a button-up shirt and a pair of slacks. It makes his erection especially visible whenever he touches Rosie, and my mouth waters at the sight of it, but he doesn’t even acknowledge it. Rosie does though, as she keeps touching him up during the day, again all while in full view of me.

Occasionally, they’ll quickly tease me by grazing their fingertips along my leg or my arm. Sometimes they kiss me, sometimes we make out, but they always pull away just as I’m getting too much into it.

By the evening, I’m going fucking crazy.

We’re all hanging out on the couch watching some show or something, but honestly, I’m not even paying attention. Wyatt has my head in his lap while my feet are in Rosie’s, and I’m trying my best to ignore the pulsing need between my legs. I want them so bad I can barely think straight, let alone pay attention to what Wyatt is saying.

“What?” I ask. He definitely said something, but I have no idea what.

Looking down at me, he smirks. “I said, I want you to suck off your Master.”

Excitement pools low in my stomach. After a day of barely being allowed to touch them, being given the chance to suck him off makes arousal pour into my veins.

I eagerly nod, turning until I’m on my stomach. Rosie gently adjusts me until my ass is high in the air, and since I’m just wearing a skirt and a t-shirt, I instantly feel the open air hitting my ass.

She smacks my ass once while I hurriedly unzip Wyatt’s pants, pulling his thick length out. I moan as my lips wrap around his smooth skin, and I eagerly begin lapping him up just as Rosie starts tugging down my panties.

Shame coats my cheeks crimson as Rosie snickers. “So wet already, aren’t you?” she mocks, swiping two fingers through my arousal. “Such a slut. You like being used like this, Emilia?”

I hum, nodding as I lick Wyatt’s tip. He places one hand at the back of my head to keep me steady while I suck him off, both of us moaning.

I feel Rosie adjusting behind me, but I’m barely paying attention. I focus on Wyatt’s pleasure like I’ll die if he doesn’t feel good, but within moments, I feel Rosie’s hot mouth against my exposed core.

I groan around Wyatt’s length as I suck his head into my mouth, Rosie’s tongue flicking my clit. She’s not holding back, and I feel hope building in my chest as Wyatt’s breathing quickens. Are they going to just say screw it and make me come anyway? If I make Wyatt feel good, is Rosie going to make me come on her face?

I doubt it, but the hope spurs me on, and I begin bobbing my head up and down in Wyatt’s lap. “Fuck, baby, that’s so good,” he praises. “Use your tongue.”

I do as I’m told, licking his smooth, warm skin as I move up and down, taking him into my throat with each thrust. Rosie’s lips pucker around my clit at the same time, and I feel her smile and chuckle against me.

Wyatt grips tighter, holding my head down so I’m forced to take all of him into my throat. “Good fucking girl,” he praises, and I’d moan if I could breathe properly.

He keeps me down while Rosie turns more aggressive, making me writhe and sputter with desperation. I’m so close I can taste it, but I try my best to make Wyatt come before I do.

He finally lets go, and I eagerly continue bobbing up and down until he finishes inside my mouth. I moan as I feel his release on my tongue, and he holds me down, forcing me to take all of it, and I do. I swallow every drop, earning a pleased sigh from Wyatt.

Rosie is still eating me out, and I feel myself just inches from being pushed over the edge. I moan, gasping as I push myself back and into her face, so fucking close that I just need a little more…

But she pulls away, slapping my ass with a sadistic laugh.

“No,” I whine, drawing the word out. I feel tears prick at my eyes at the loss of friction, at how close I was without being allowed to push over the edge. I instinctively wiggle my ass to get Rosie back, but she just giggles at my struggle. “Please,” I beg.

Suddenly, Wyatt grips my hair and pulls me up, forcing me to brace myself on my palms as he brings me close to his face. “What did we agree to last night, girl?”

“Please…” I whisper again, making him tug my hair again in warning. “That I can’t come for a week, Sir,” I mutter shamefully.

He nods. “Good.” He gives me a kiss on my forehead and lets me go, just as Rosie tugs my underwear back on.

Then I’m laid back down in Wyatt’s lap, and I immediately realise that this will be a long week.

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And yeah, it really is a long week.

On the second day, Wyatt wakes me up with his face between my legs and eats me out until I’m begging to come, but he doesn’t let me.

On the third, Rosie and Wyatt make me watch while she rides him until they both come, forcing me to sit there without touching myself or speaking. When I inevitably beg to be allowed my own orgasm, Rosie stuffs a gag into my mouth, silencing me.

On the fourth, I want to bash my head against the wall. I’m so fucking desperate for it, but they don’t even bother acknowledging the deal. They just go about their days, giving me physical affection here and there but never doing anything sexual with me, yet I know they can tell how desperate I am.

Which I suspect is why on the fifth, I’m led into the bedroom and tied to the bed with my arms and legs spread, each limb tied to its own bedpost. I briefly think it might be over when I see Wyatt lubing up a vibrator, but I chastise myself for even thinking that.

Of course it’s not over.

Rosie gets up on my body, straddling my hips with her back to me as Wyatt kneels between my spread legs. I can hear them kissing, and I see Wyatt’s large hand gripping Rosie’s waist to keep her close. A second later, I feel the vibrator being shoved inside me.

I moan loudly when he turns the vibrations on. Rosie and Wyatt keep making out with each other while I struggle, both wanting to chase the orgasm I’m so close to grabbing but also wanting to keep it away, as I want to be good for them and avoid a punishment.

But it doesn’t help when Rosie bends over, hovering herself over my mouth. She lowers, forcing me to taste her, and I eagerly do, licking her and lapping up her wet arousal into my mouth.

She tastes so fucking good it’d be enough to make me come on its own if I wasn’t trying my best to stop it. She moans, grinding her face against me while Wyatt plays with the vibrator’s setting, bringing it down to a minimum. “Oh, fuck,” she moans, resting her breasts against my abdomen while she stuffs my face into her pussy. “That’s it, good girl.”

“Yes,” I moan back, but the sound gets muffled. “Oh, god…”

I whimper as I keep licking her, grinding against the vibrator as Wyatt turns its setting higher. I know they won’t let me come, but I can’t stop myself from trying, and with Wyatt’s dark laughter filling the bedroom, I know he notices.

“Our girl is such a whore, isn’t she?” he asks Rosie, who laughs as I shamefully whimper.

Rosie leans down further, so close I feel her hot breath against where Wyatt is teasing me. “Such a wet little cunt. You wanna come, baby?” she asks over her shoulder, intentionally stuffing her pussy into my face to muffle my response.

“Please,” I beg against her.

“What’s that?” Wyatt teases, rounding the bed until he’s right next to my face. I can’t even see him with how I’m stuffed between Rosie’s legs, but I feel him, especially when he painfully gropes my breast. “I can’t hear you.”

“Please!” I try to get out, knowing I sound ridiculous and knowing the two of them get off on my pathetic begging.

“Make your Mistress come on your face and we’ll consider it, little girl,” Wyatt says, and I eagerly hum and nod, eating at her with abandon in a desperate attempt to get my own orgasm once this is done.

She finishes on my face minutes later, moaning and flooding me with her taste. I eagerly eat everything she gives me, moaning at the taste of her just as she moans at the feel of my tongue against her wet pussy. “Fuck me,” she moans at what I imagine must be an overwhelming sensation, but I barely hear her over the blood rushing to my ears.

She finally pulls away, kneeling on the bed next to my naked and spread body. “Please make me come,” I beg, repeating it over and over and over again,

“You know we can’t do that, Emilia,” Rosie explains, sounding almost like she feels bad for me. She brushes my hair away from my face, smiling. “You made a deal with us.”

I kick my head back, trying to stop from crying at just how intense everything feels. I’d do anything for it at this point, but they’re just keeping me on edge like the sadists they are, and I can do nothing to change their minds. I can’t even squeeze my thighs together for some friction thanks to how I’m tied up.

“Please…” I whimper again, but Rosie grips my cheeks between her fingers, silencing me.

“That’s enough,” she chastises, like I’m a dog begging for food at the dinner table. “You have two more days. Begging won’t make it any less.”

Problem is, right now, two days sounds like two years.

But I know, better than anyone, that as long as I manage to hold out for those two days, that the orgasm they’ll give me as a reward will be well worth it.

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