Page 130 of Love Unlimited

It wasn’t quite a battle of wills. More like foreplay. Dustin was going to let her take charge for now… and then take it all away from her later.

Ash hoped to be in the middle of it.

Dustin pulled Ash’s tight t-shirt up over their head, slipped off the cuffs momentarily, and then put them back on. Perfect. Meanwhile, Lena was opening Ash’s zipper, kissing and biting down their thighs as she slid their shorts down their legs. She returned for their briefs, a black, masculine pair that they’d worn under their dress all day, just for contrast.

Lena gave them a questioning look and they nodded. They were ready.

Ash still watched her face as she stripped them down. There was a quick moment of understanding, then only desire. Her warm mouth continued its journey down their legs, nipping and licking as she tugged the briefs over their feet. She made the same, slow journey back up, teasing and circling around their hips and inner thighs before licking a stripe up their dick.

Ash moaned, arching up into her mouth. Daddy Dustin was still stroking their chest and belly, his strong fingers alternately massaging and whispering over their flesh. Ash felt exquisitely powerless and adored, naked while the other two were fully clothed. A toy for both of them to play with together in their own fiery battle of seduction.

Give me the pinwheel, Lena said haughtily.

Daddy Dustin handed it over, eyes daring her to take it one step further and promising later punishments.

He picked up the crop and turned to Ash, his expression promising something very different.

Yes, Ash nodded. This. All of this.

Daddy Dustin slapped the crop on his own forearm, testing it. Then he let it fly on Ash’s chest. A bright, sharp flare of pain spread out from the area, melting into the sensuous symphony. Daddy Dustin soothed over the area with one hand, then struck another spot. God, yes.

Ash had almost forgotten about the other toy when Lena slowly ran it up their thigh, the rows of spikes each bringing a separate touch of teasing pain. This was one of Ash’s favorite toys, a mindfuck of the senses that never quite resolved itself into whether it was frustrating, painful, or luxurious. Sometimes they almost couldn’t place where the toy was, the buzzing sensation seeming to fly all over their body, while other times it narrowed down, stealing all of their attention.

Lena pressed a little harder, taking the dance of sensation further toward pain as they wheeled it over their vulnerable belly, then lightened it to a feather’s touch over their chest.

Ash was squirming and arching into it, then trying to get away, when another lash of the crop fell.

They twisted and caught a glimpse of Daddy. He was sitting with his back against the log, notebook propped up on his knees while he scribbled in it studiously. He looked up just then and Ash tried to show him with their face just how good all of this was, how they were drowning in pleasure and need. They winced when Daddy Dustin landed a hard smack of the crop against one nipple. They arched when Lena ran the pinwheel over their sensitive armpit and up past their elbow. Ash knew their mouth was open, their lungs fighting to fill and their breath coming out in panting exhalations and sharp gasps.

And Daddy gave them a look of such adoration. Such care and love and contentment, like all of this was the fulfillment of the best gift he could give them and the joy came back to him in return.

The crop came down on Ash’s inner thigh, and they jerked their head back to watch Daddy Dustin, his handsome, hawkish expression as he lined up the crop again. Fuck, it stung so hard, and it was so, so good. So torturously close to their vulnerable parts, when Ash wasn't sure if they wanted him to hit them there or not.

Lena took that question away from them, running the wheeled spikes over their small, bulging dick, each needle-like sensation stealing their breath and burning like fire along their nerves. It felt dangerous and pushed them deeper into that floaty submissive space where they belonged completely to the two Dominants towering over them.

Someone’s hand—Daddy Dustin’s, they saw—stroked their cock in a gliding sensation wet from… spit? Lube? Either way, it was glorious. His thumb pulled up over the head, two fingers working their plump shaft. Ash thrashed against the cuffs, the restriction adding to their pleasure as they arched upward.

Lena ran long stripes of the pinwheel down their body. Harder now, making them buzz with that sense of the next touch being inevitable and everywhere.

God, they were so close. So close to coming. So close to floating off into the whirling stars above them, the flickering dance of the leaves outlined by the full moon. Lena’s pale, dangerous eyes looking wild and hungry. Dustin took on a severe look of concentration as he slipped one silken finger into their cunt while his thumb circled the head of their dick.

More, Ash signed, their fingertips on both hands coming together in one tight cluster, over and over again. It was the only thing they could say with their hands bound over their head, and the only thing they needed to say.

Strip, Daddy Dustin told Lena, his other hand still working Ash, pinning them between the magic of his two fingers in their most sensitive places.

Lena set down the pinwheel and glared back at him, pushing her limits. You strip.

They stared at each other, threats and dares in their eyes. Dustin’s hand stilled on Ash’s body, but Ash was still breathless watching the two of them. Ash’s Dominants had been using their toys on Ash all evening, but now Ash was one more toy between them.

With gentle care, Daddy Dustin pulled his fingers away from Ash, making them whimper. Then he ripped his shirt over his head. His lean, muscular torso shone in the firelight. Lena pulled off her dress in the same fashion, with a single yank. Her chest was smooth and soft, the flat angles not taking anything away from her seductive femininity.

Daddy Dustin unbuckled his belt and Ash watched Lena’s breath catch. Ash had heard all about her adventures with that belt. Just watching Dustin’s capable hands unbuckling it made them feel hot and squirmy, too. God, that would be something amazing to share one day.

He rose to his feet, kicking off his shoes and thrusting down his jeans and everything underneath them in a single move. His cock stood out proudly, dark and red, long and cut with a smooth conical tip. Ash wanted to lick it. To feel it all over their body. To feel it in their body.

Daddy Dustin stared Lena down, chest heaving, until she too stood, her lovely cock straining against a pink scrap of lace. Ash almost didn’t want her to remove the garment. Not when they could already imagine the rough scratch of the material over her velvety, heated skin and the way it would taste on their tongue.

Lena pulled her panties down slowly. Teasingly. Knowing that she had all eyes on her, and that neither of her watchers could get enough. An inch of that beautiful dick. Her own soft hands on her square hips. Another inch. And then she turned around, sticking out her ass as she revealed more of her pale skin.