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Part 1

Part 3 (Coming on Saturday💜)

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I’m already dripping by the time I’m led into our bedroom. It’s a large room (I mean, it kind of has to be), with a large, king-sized bed filling most of the space. It’s barely enough to fit all of us, but the men don’t get in bed after they push me down onto it.

My anticipation before the game was nothing compared to what I feel right now. Miles didn’t want to tell me what my punishment would be, and Adrian and Luke were more than happy to go along with him.

Damn bastards.

I’m so turned on when I lay down on my back, feeling each of the men tying my wrists and ankles to each corner of the bed. The mattress is soft and comfortable, and I can already feel myself making a wet spot on the sheets beneath me.

I’m still naked, and I feel so damn exposed under each of their gazes, Miles’s specifically. The guy is definitely a submissive, but it’s times like these I wonder if he has a sadistic, dominating side in him.

Adrian comes down to my right, crouching next to the bed. He reaches out, brushing my hair out of my face and smiling at me. I smile back nervously, trying my best to appear confident, even though I’m freaking the fuck out.

“Shh,” he says, and I realise I’ve been whimpering softly. “You’re okay. We’re just going to have some fun with you, okay?” I nod. “Remember your safeword, Sarah.”

I nod again, laying my head down onto the pillow and trying to steel myself. I just wish I knew what Miles has planned for me, but I think I get a good idea when he suddenly gets onto the bed and crawls up the length of my body.

He touches my cheek with his palm, looking into my eyes with a soft expression. I blink at him, and he quickly leans down to kiss me.

It’s a soft kiss, and I eagerly let him push his tongue into my mouth. His hand gropes my breast, pinching the aching peak a little before he trails his hand down to hold my waist.

He’s still naked, so I feel his length poking against my thigh, already hard again despite his recent orgasm. I whimper when I feel it pulsing, desperate for it to be inside me, but Luke’s deep voice interrupts us.

“Careful, Miles,” he warns. “She’s enjoying this too much.”

Miles stops kissing me, looking a little pained even through his devilish smirk. He pulls away, standing, just as Adrian appears to my left, holding a blindfold. My breath catches as he pulls it over my head, making sure I can’t see anything that the boys are going to do to me.

Next, I hear something that sounds like metal clinking, followed by Adrian’s deep voice somewhere to my left. “Demonstrate your safe signal, Sarah.”

“Red,” I say before I realise he probably wants to gag me. I do as he says, rapidly clenching and unclenching my fists to signal I want to stop.

I haven’t needed to use the safe signal or even my safeword in so long. All of us are so in tune with each other that we can easily tell when someone’s uncomfortable or in need of a break, but the safeword is an important part of making us feel safe.

Which is why when I feel the rubber ball of a ball gag being stuffed between my teeth, that I feel nothing but safe. Maybe a little nervous and definitely very horny, but with Adrian’s soft lips pressing a kiss to my forehead as he straps the gag behind my head, I just feel safe and loved.

I shiver when he pulls away, feeling all cold and exposed. I can hear them muttering to each other, just low enough for me to not be able to hear, and I soon hear clothes rustling. I assume Luke and Adrian are stripping, and I’m so fucking jealous of Miles that he gets to watch them and I don’t.

I can’t verbalise my feelings with the gag silencing me, but it just makes me the buzzing in my lower half turn into a loud thumping instead. I’m desperate to be touched, and I’d beg for it if I could, even though I damn well know they’re here to punish me instead.

I can hear them moving, muttering, and adjusting things, but I have no idea what any of it means. I think I hear some clinking sounds again, but I don’t even know for sure.

The mattress suddenly dips, and I gasp into my gag when I feel someone’s hot breath at my ear. “Miles is going to have some fun with you.” Luke. “And you’re going to be a good girl and take it while we watch. You’re not allowed to come, and you’re not going to fight him. You got it?”

Why would I fight him? Is what he’s going to do enough to trigger my survival instincts?

Despite these terrifying questions, I nod, and Luke hums and kisses my cheek softly in response. He pulls away, and a second later, I feel someone kneeling between my legs.

I can only assume it’s Miles given, well, everything, but the snippets of conversation I hear make me frown.

Luke says something I can’t quite hear, and Adrian replies with, “It’s cold.”

Cold?

I feel all flushed and warm, personally. I’m sure I would feel like a hot iron if the men were to touch me right now, but after I hear another bit of clinking, I realise what they meant.

A cold ice cube is pressed against my flat stomach. I gasp, arching my back in an attempt to escape the cold feeling against my hot, sweaty skin, but I can’t. I’m stretched tight, and wherever I move, the ice follows, rapidly melting and soaking me in water.

“Please!” I try to say, sounding all garbled and muffled against the rubber ball in my mouth.

Someone laughs, Adrian I think. “Sounds like she wants more,” he jokes, and I groan.

Another ice cube is soon pressed against my belly button, but before it’s even started melting, I feel Miles’s hot breath against my exposed pussy.

I moan when his tongue sticks out, licking me and tasting me. The other men don’t protest, so I assume this is part of Miles’s punishment, but it feels too fucking good for that.

I guess since I’m not allowed to come that he wants to edge me, but as of right now, other than the ice cubes, I feel so fucking turned on.

“Don’t let her come, baby,” Adrian tells Miles, who groans a little against me. He’s so aggressively eating at me that I could very easily cross over the edge with just a little push, so I whine when Miles pulls away.

He gives me a chaste kiss just above my clit, like he feels bad for me even though he’s orchestrated all this.

“Does she taste good?” Luke asks, and I feel Miles nodding between my thighs.

“Yes, Sir,” he groans.

A second later, I hear the sounds of kissing, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out who’s kissing who and why. The thought of Luke tasting me in Miles’s mouth…fuck, how can they expect me to keep from coming?

Still with sounds of desperate kissing and whimpering filling the air, I feel someone place another ice cube on my naked body, this time between my breasts. I assume it’s Adrian, but I have no idea at this point. I’m disoriented and turned on beyond belief, so I just let myself feel the cold ice cube melting between my breasts, soaking my skin in water.

The mattress dips as Adrian leans over to kiss my neck, licking and nipping the skin between his teeth. I moan, angling my neck to give him better access, and he chuckles darkly against me. “So eager for it, aren’t you?” he mutters, and I nod.

The sounds of kissing die down, followed by a quick, muttered conversation I’m not even paying attention to. But then I feel another ice cube. Only this time, it’s between my legs.

I stir and groan at the feel of the cold ice stuffed tight against my clit. It rapidly melts, the cold water mixing with my wetness in a way that brings me so much higher.

Miles groans softly, presumably at the sight of what he’s doing to me between my legs, and he repeats the process once more. Once it’s melted completely, I feel numb, yet even more sensitive as his thumb gently brushes over my clit.

“Careful,” Luke warns him. “Look at her.” There’s a pause. “Look at how flushed and desperate she is. You could make her come so easily, baby, and she wouldn’t be able to resist.”

What is he saying? That Miles should just make me come despite me not being allowed to?

“That’s against the rules,” Adrian reminds the group, moving away from me and standing next to the bed.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Luke says, leaning down to grab my inner thigh, fingers so close to where I desperately need him to touch me. “I’m just thinking out loud.” He leans closer to me, mouth hovering an inch above mine. “You wanna come, huh?” he asks, sounding patronising.

Still, I nod and hum.

“That’s too bad,” he says, and I groan. His fingers move to between my legs, splaying my pussy wide. “Maybe we should train you to edge, so you have a chance of winning the next game.” As he speaks, I feel someone pressing an ice cube against my entrance. “Maybe we shouldn’t let you come for a month. Just edge you over and over again until you’re just a stupid little slut, unable to do anything but beg and cry for your release.” The ice cube is pushed inside me, rapidly melting and making me groan in pain and pleasure. “Maybe then you’ll be able to win.”

He finishes with a sharp slap between my legs. The ice cube still hasn’t melted fully, and I shriek at the overwhelming sensations rushing through me. It’s all so fucking much, the way they’re pushing me and teasing me and hurting me. I’m delirious with pleasure and pain, yet they’ve done little beyond melting ice cubes on my body and eating me out a little.

It's insane, how easily they bring me so high with so little effort. I’m so fucking desperate for more, but I can’t even beg for it, and the reminder of the gag in my mouth just makes me so much wetter.

I’m panting and gasping into my gag. I want to beg them to let me go, to make me come. To stop, to just get it over with and fuck me until I can’t remember my own name.

But I can’t. My fate is entirely in their hands, and I can do nothing but lie here and take it as they tease me and hurt me.

As though to remind me of that fact, someone pinches my nipple and pulls it harshly. I’m forced off the bed to relieve myself from the pain, but they’re relentless, and by the time they let go and allow me to fall back down onto the bed, I swear I see stars.

“Please,” I beg again into my gag, but I’m not sure they can even hear me.

I again hear muttered conversation, followed by Miles asking, “Can I fuck her, Master? Please?”

Yes. God, yes.

“No.”

What the fuck?

I groan in frustration, earning another slap to my wet, aching pussy. “Quiet, girl.”

I think I’m crying into my blindfold. Everything is so intense and so damn much, I can’t even feel anything beyond my own desperation.

Someone kneels on the mattress to my left, leaning over and sucking my nipple into his mouth. I assume it’s Adrian by the feel of his stubbled facial hair, but he quickly makes any thoughts vanish with the way he aggressively laps me up.

I arch my back into him, and I hear someone chuckle. “God, she’s desperate for it, isn’t she?”

“Please, Sir,” I hear Miles beg again. “Can I please fuck her? Please…” Hearing how desperate he is to fuck me is like a drug straight to my veins.

“You beg so pretty for us, don’t you?” Luke coos. “Fine, but if you make her come, then you’ll be in her position next. Got it?”

“Yes, Sir,” Miles rushes out, and in the next moment, I feel his thick length pushing into me.

I moan, arching my back even further as he moves in and out of me at a slow, torturous pace. Adrian is still sucking my nipple into his mouth, using his tongue to bring me higher and higher, so damn close to the peak. I try my best to keep my climax at bay, because despite how desperate I am for it, I don’t want both Miles and I to get punished.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, Sarah,” Luke groans. I hear him moving closer gently rubbing the nipple that Adrian isn’t sucking.

My body is being used by all three men. Sucking, fucking, touching, whatever the hell they want to do to me. Hands are touching me everywhere, and I can’t even tell whose half the time. It’s enough to make me clench hard around Miles’s cock, and his desperate voice fills the air next.

“Please, can I come inside her?” he begs.

Adrian pulls away from my nipple, giving it one last lick that sends electricity straight down to where Miles is inside me. “Be a good boy and suck me off first,” he demands gruffly, standing.

My blindfold is suddenly ripped off by Luke, and I blink rapidly to adjust to the light. The sight before me is the most intense and beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

Miles is deep inside me, close to kneeling and braced on his palms. He’s leaning over to the side where Adrian is standing, his lips parted and with our Master’s cock deep inside his mouth. He’s licking and sucking aggressively, trying to make him come as quickly as possible so he can come inside me.

I look over at Luke, who’s currently looking down at me with a small smile. “How are you feeling, Sarah?” he asks. “Green?”

I rapidly nod, because despite how much I want to come and how sensitive I am, I also never want this to end. The feel of Miles inside me and the sight of him sucking Adrian’s dick is so addicting, and when Luke moves closer and begins jerking off above me, I don’t see how anything could ever top this.

I look at him pleadingly as he moves onto the bed, straddling my chest while he rapidly fucks his fist. His expression is pained, showing how close he is. I want his come on my skin, on my face, more than anything, so when he finally finishes and releases on me, I moan and lean into the thick ropes of come covering me.

“Such a good fucking girl,” Luke groans above me as he covers me. Some of it hits my eyebrow, sitting precariously close to my eye, and he wipes it away with his thumb. He gathers some more of it on his finger, rubbing it into my skin before sticking it beneath my lip, just above my gag, forcing me to taste him. I eagerly lick what I can gather on my tongue and swallow it, making sure to look Luke directly in the eye as I do.

Swallowing come is such a primal, delicious act to me, and it clearly is to Luke too. His spent cock is already twitching again, ready for yet another round, but he moves to stand instead.

Behind him, Miles is still inside me and busy sucking off our Master. Adrian is moaning into the air, pumping in and out of the other man’s mouth at a rapid pace.

I glance over at Luke, who’s currently watching the display with rapt attention while recovering in an armchair. He looks spent, yet his eyes are dark and lit with desire as he watches what’s happening.

I suddenly hear Adrian moaning loudly, uttering a curse as he plunges deep and finishes inside Miles’s throat. Both men moan, Miles swallowing everything he’s given, and I honestly find myself getting a little jealous that he was allowed to swallow all of Adrian’s come.

When Adrian pulls out, he looks down at Miles. “What a good boy you are,” he praises, petting him. He moves behind him then, ordering, “Come inside her tight little cunt, baby,” and slapping his ass.

Miles clearly doesn’t need to be told twice. He begins thrusting again, both of us moaning loudly, and it only takes a minute before he finishes deep inside me.

He plunges into me, twitching and grinding against me as he comes inside me. I moan too, loving that rush of him flooding me with his hot come, and I’m so close to my own climax that I swear I could come if only he rubbed my clit for a few seconds.

But he doesn’t. He pulls out, standing and leaning back into Adrian’s arms. Both of them are spent and recovering, so I look over at Luke with a pleading look.

He grins. “Miles?” he asks, looking over at him. “You want to explain?”

Explain? Explain what?

Miles grins even wider than his partner. He walks next to me, reaching behind my head to unbuckle the gag. Once he’s pulled it out, I stretch and clench my jaw, needing to get some feeling back.

After a moment, Miles begins talking. “Your punishment wasn’t just the ice cubes or the edging,” he says. “You’re not done yet.”

“What? Please…” I beg, but all the boys just laugh at me.

“You lost,” Luke explains, shrugging. “If you win next time, maybe you can take your revenge on Miles. But until then, you’re under his mercy.”

Miles grins. “Your edging has only just started, Sarah.”

Adrian chuckles, whistling. “Damn, Miles. Since when were you this sadistic?”

“Since you gave me the power to be, Master,” he tells him, but I’m not really listening.

“Please make me come,” I beg desperately. “I need it!”

“Be quiet,” Luke tells me. “We’re not above keeping you gagged for the next few hours.”

“Hours!?” I ask, horrified.

“Oh, shit. Did I say that out loud?” Luke says, feigning horror like a sadistic little shit.

Adrian gives him a small glare. “Luke’s just being dramatic,” he says. “Your fate is in Miles’s hands, baby.” He comes over to me, leaning down to kiss my cheek. “Maybe he’ll let you come in one minute, maybe three hours. Maybe he won’t let you come at all. But he’s allowed to do whatever he wants to you until that moment.”

“But–“

He suddenly grips my cheeks, silencing me. “No buts, little girl. You lost, so you’re going to lie there and take it. We’ll gag you again if you don’t stop whining.”

I shrink a little into the mattress at his humiliating words, even as I want to beg for mercy. But eventually, I offer a “Yes, Sir” that sounds muffled thanks to his grip on my cheeks.

“Good girl,” he praises, releasing me. He moves around to the opposite side from where Luke is sitting, finding his own armchair and sitting down, getting comfortable.

“She’s yours,” he tells Miles.

Miles has already pulled out a vibrator, and when I look at him, he gives me a wicked smile and kneels between my legs.

As soon as his fingers splay across my inner thighs, I realise just how terrible a punishment this will be.

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