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Part 1

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Two years – I mean, two days – later, I wake up feeling that familiar aching pulse between my legs. Wyatt and Rosie are still asleep on either side of me, squeezing me between them, allowing me to feel his hard body and her soft curves against my skin.

I don’t know when a week has passed according to them. We made the deal late in the evening, but it’s early in the morning now. Has a week passed or are they going to make me wait until tonight?

Something tells me I’m about to find out, though.

Wyatt stirs, groaning as he blinks his eyes open and stretches. “Morning, baby,” he greets, kissing my cheek.

The movement makes Rosie stir too, but all she does is wrap her arms around my waist and pull me closer to her warm body, not allowing me to escape. I sigh contently, and Wyatt chuckles affectionately at the display.

“I’ll get you girls breakfast,” he says, getting out of bed, and I close my eyes as I lean further into Rosie’s warmth.

A minute later, she finally wakes up, leaning close to my ear. “Good morning, princess,” she whispers, making shivers run down my spine. Her hands are splayed across my stomach and chest, holding me close.

“Hi, Mistress,” I say back, nervously clenching my thighs, a motion she of course notices.

She chuckles. “Did your Master get you all wet?”

I shake my head. “No, he went to make us breakfast.”

Her fingers trail a steady path down my stomach, her fingers teasing the most sensitive parts of me. “This is all you, isn’t it?” she mocks, rubbing her fingers through my wetness. “So desperate, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I nod, clenching to keep her close. “Please.”

She shakes her head, and my heart drops. “Not yet, baby. Tonight.”

While it makes me want to scream that she’s not going to make me come right now, hearing that I’ll finally be allowed release tonight is exactly what I need to keep me going.

She pulls her fingers away, making me lick them clean just as Wyatt comes in with our breakfast. And with the gleam in his eyes, I can tell he knows what Rosie just did to me.

But he doesn’t say anything, instead just feeding me my breakfast. But when we’re done, he puts the dishes away, ordering, “Bend over, Emilia.”

Shivers run down my spine as I do as I’m told, turning until I’m on my stomach. I feel feminine hands pulling me up by my hips until my ass is high in the air, and I hear Wyatt rummaging around in our toy drawer.

A few seconds later, I feel a thick, masculine finger rubbing something cold on my ass.

Lube.

I immediately realise what their plan is, and I’m powerless to stop it, even if I wanted to, so I stay there, bent over and waiting for what I know is coming.

He spends minutes fingering me all while Rosie brushes my hair and gives me words of encouragement. After using two fingers for a while, he finally pulls out, and a minute later, I feel cold silicone push inside me.

It’s the plug we use when I’m supposed to wear it for longer. It has a T-shaped base, leaving no chance that it’ll slip in and allowing me a lot more mobility as it’s more comfortable. But it’s also larger, so I have to shut my eyes tight and grit my teeth as he pushes it in, stretching me.

I gasp when I feel it stuffed deep inside me, sitting snugly and filling me up to the brim. It feels so thick and almost violating that I can’t help but grow wet, something Wyatt laughs at as he smacks my ass.

“That stays in all day, Emilia,” Rosie explains, looking at me sternly. “You will ask for permission to take it out to reapply lube or use the bathroom, but otherwise, it stays in until we say otherwise. Got it?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I immediately nod, loving the way they’re forcing me to feel so fucking full all day. I can only imagine what they’re preparing me for tonight.

“Good girl.”

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It’s late in the evening by the time Rosie and Wyatt finally lead me into our bedroom wearing pleased little smiles on their faces.

They sit me down on the bed, and Wyatt walks over to the drawer with our restraints while Rosie crouches in front of me, hands on my thighs, explaining, “You’ve been a good girl this week, not touching yourself and not coming without permission.”

“Thank you,” I whisper, wringing my hands nervously. I’m hopeful it’s ending now, but I know they won’t make it easy or simple for me either.

She smiles, hands crawling up and up until she reaches my panties from beneath my skirt. “We’re going to let you come, but only after you earn it,” she says, unsurprisingly. “Kneel.”

I do as I’m told, kneeling on the floor before the two of them. Rosie stands in front of me, slowly stripping out of her clothes with mouthwatering slowness. Every inch of her skin that’s revealed makes my pulse quicken, my need increasing.

Once she’s naked, Wyatt comes up behind me, gripping my head. “You’re going to eat out your Mistress until she comes on your face.”

I want to scream my gratitude at them for letting me please her like this, on the floor with her naked, wet arousal shoved against my face. But instead, I merely nod, saying, “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”

Rosie nods, satisfied, as she positions herself above me. The angle with which I have to bend my neck hurts a little, but it’s all worth it when I get my first taste of her.

We both moan as I extend my tongue and begin licking at her. Wyatt’s strong hands keep my head steady while she grinds on my face, taking as much pleasure from me as she can. I eagerly let her, moaning and gasping and lapping up her arousal like I’m parched.

“That’s so good, princess,” she praises, and Wyatt hums appreciatively. I can feel him hardening at the sight of all this, his crotch pressed up tight against the back of my head like an invitation.

“You wanna make her feel good, Emilia?” Wyatt asks me, and I nod, humming. “Good girl. If you make her satisfied, you’ll be allowed to come.”

I expected it, but the promise still makes relief flood me like a drug. After so fucking long…god, just being allowed to please them with abandon is enough to get me going, but after a week of teasing and edging I’m so desperate to come it’s all I can think about.

And with the plug still in my ass, every sensation I feel is just this much more intense.

It takes a few more minutes before I feel her legs tighten around me, practically drowning me in her as she gasps and cries out, finishing on my face. My face is stuffed tight against her as she grinds on me, and I do my best to please her throughout with my tongue and my lips and my nose.

When she finally stops shaking, she breathes heavily, clearly satisfied, and a proud grin spreads across my face when she pulls back and I see how flushed she is.

She gently pets me. “Such a good girl for your owners, aren’t you?” I nod, happy to hear the praise. “Stand up.”

I do as I’m told, standing. Rosie quickly begins stripping my clothes off, and I shiver when I’m completely naked, something she grins at.

Wyatt then approaches, leading me to beneath a hook in the ceiling, which he quickly begins tying me to. He ties my hands together, then raises them high and ties them to the hook, leaving me stretched and exposed as I dangle on the floor.

I’m so fucking turned on already I can barely think straight.

Wyatt comes up behind me, pulling me close to his hard body, and I whimper as he holds me close. I feel his hand trailing down the side of my body along my curves, all the way until he reaches my ass, where he playfully pushes at the plug. It’s been in all day, except for a few breaks, so I moan loudly at the feel of him pushing on it like a button.

“How do you feel, Emilia?” he asks.

“Full,” I admit, throwing my head back as his other hand wraps around my throat.

“You okay?” he whispers, still loud enough for Rosie to hear, who’s currently in front of me, gripping my waist.

I nod. “Yes, Sir. I want to keep going. Please.” If we stop now, I’ll have to wait even longer for my orgasm, but beyond that, I love the way I’m at their mercy, so stretched and vulnerable and naked, just waiting for them to do whatever they want with me.

“Good,” he says, kissing the side of my head. “I’m going to fuck your ass now, okay?”

God, his voice is so intense. So deep and masculine right next to my ear, making me whimper with pure, unfiltered need. “Yes, Sir.”

Rosie goes to grab something from the bedside table while Wyatt begins slowly inching the plug out of me. I groan and gasp at the stretch, and it quickly slips out once he gets to the end, allowing me to breathe a sigh of relief.

I hear him stripping out of his clothes as I watch Rosie grab a vibrator. Wyatt quickly comes up behind me, grabbing me tight and bending my ass just a little. He has to spread his legs a little to get the right height, but once he’s lined up, he begins slowly pushing inside my ass.

I moan at the stretch of him inside me. He’s not as thick as the plug was, but he still forces my ass open for him, forcing me to feel as every hard inch of him stretches me and pushes inside.

My eyes are shut and my head is thrown back, my back arched and my ass against Wyatt’s back. But then Rosie approaches, carrying that same vibrator with a wicked smirk grazing her beautiful face.

As Wyatt continues to push in and out of me, she presses the vibrator against my clit. I moan even before she turns it on, but it doesn’t surprise me when she says firmly, “You’re not going to come until we think you deserve it.”

I nod, even as I want to beg and scream at her for keeping my climax from me. But with the way Wyatt feels in my ass, I just can’t complain, especially since I already feel so fucking good.

She turns the vibrator up a notch, pressing it closer. Her lips come down to meet mine, and she grins as I moan and writhe into her mouth, whimpering as her tongue pushes inside my mouth. She kisses me like she’s so, so hungry for me, and I kiss her back just the same.

I feel so much, everywhere. Wyatt fucking me hard and deep in my ass, Rosie’s tongue inside my mouth, the vibrator against my clit. I can’t even beg for my release with how I’m squeezed so tightly between them. My mouth is busy kissing Rosie and Wyatt has my hair in a tight grip, keeping me in place.

“Please,” I try to speak against Rosie’s mouth, and she pulls away, letting me speak. “Please make me come, oh fuck.” She presses the vibrator right up against me, and I’m so fucking close I feel like crying at the intensity of it all.

She clicks her tongue, shaking her head regretfully. “Not yet, little girl. You’ll have to wait for your turn.”

“Please!” I whimper again, but my heart stutters when she narrows her eyes.

“Shut her up, will you?” Wyatt asks from behind me, breathing heavily while he fucks me.

Smirking, Rosie nods, pulling away. I groan at the loss of the vibrator between my legs, and I watch as Rosie heads over to our toy drawer and pulls out a ball gag.

She returns, stuffing it between my teeth and strapping it in place behind my head. Playfully patting my cheek, she says, “There. Now maybe you’ll learn to be quiet.”

Wyatt chuckles, and I groan. His pace increases, and Rosie places the vibrator back between my legs, upping the speed again.

I can’t do this. I won’t be able to hold off long enough for them to even let me ask for permission. With the way Rosie’s hand tugs my nipples and the vibrator feels between my legs, I’d already struggle, but with Wyatt fucking my ass relentlessly, there’s just no fucking way.

Which is why I silently thank whatever god is out there when he groans deep, pushing all the way into me to finish deep inside me, pushing a yelp out of my throat. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” he moans against my neck, holding me tight. “So tight and perfect.”

Both he and I breathe heavily for a while, the only other sound in the room being my desperate moans and the vibrator buzzing loudly. I’m still trying to form words against the rubber ball in my mouth, to beg for my release, but they’re ignoring me, even though I damn well know they know what I’m babbling about.

I’m so close I have to grit my teeth around the ball to keep from coming on the vibrator, but I somehow manage it.  Wyatt finally pulls out, and I cringe a little at how sore I feel. He slaps my ass, making me yelp. He looks down over my shoulder just as Rosie finally pulls the vibrator away. “God, she’s so soaked,” he chuckles.

Rosie hums, nodding. “You wanna come?” she asks me, gripping my cheeks between her fingers.

I nod, trying to form the words yes, please behind my gag and groaning in frustration when it just sounds muffled.

Wyatt takes some mercy on me and unstraps the gag, pulling it out. After taking only a moment to stretch my jaw, I’m immediately begging. “Please make me come, oh god, please!” I beg over and over again, because even without the vibrator between my legs, I still feel like I’m buzzing, like I’m just an inch from being pushed over the edge.

“I’m going to make you come,” Wyatt says, walking up behind me again and grabbing the vibrator from Rosie. “And you’re going to be a good girl and take it. You deserve it.”

“Yes,” I gasp, feeling him pressing the vibrator tight against my core. He turns it out, and I curse, gasping several more Yess into the air as he brings me closer and closer.

Rosie presses herself closer to me, letting me feel her smooth skin against mine. Her lips come up to meet mine as her fingers trail to my nipples, pulling and tugging and adding to my pleasure so much I don’t even know if I can take it.

It only takes a minute before I’m pushed over the edge. I cry out, instinctively lifting my legs in an effort to get away from the incredibly intense sensations, but Wyatt just holds onto my waist tightly and presses the vibrator closer, keeping it against my clit throughout the entire orgasm. I moan and I writhe and I gasp their names and several expletives I’m sure I’ll be embarrassed about tomorrow morning.

It's too intense, it’s all I can feel and think about. Everything but pleasure fades away as I pull tightly on my ropes and Wyatt’s grip on me, chasing the pleasure until finally, I begin coming down to earth again.

Wyatt gently eases me down to the floor once I’m finished, but the sadistic part of him is unable to remove the vibrator until I’m begging him to, and he finally does. He unties me, letting me drop into his arms as Rosie wipes the hair from my eyes, whispering, “Such a pretty, perfect little girl,” and kissing me.

“Thank you,” I whisper back against her lips, Wyatt kissing the side of my head.

“How do you feel?” he asks.

“Sore,” I say, honestly, because yeah, that was probably the most intense orgasm of my life. And they damn well know it too, and I know their minds are already running wild with new ideas of how to torture and tease me like this.

They both laugh affectionately. “Just you wait until we do it again,” Rosie says.

“Who knows how long next time will be, huh?” Wyatt teases. “A day, a week…a month? Maybe we won’t even tell you.”

Despite a month sounding like actual hell, I can’t stop the grin that tugs at the corners of my lips. I love being under their complete control, and a month of not being allowed to come would be the ultimate manifestation of that…God.

I can’t fucking wait for us to do this again.

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