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The horror I felt abated the longer we stared at each other. This twisted BDSM tactic of Good Top/Bad Top was fucking me up. My brain inside knew the psychology at play, of why I felt compelled to please the nice one in the hopes of him protecting me from the mean one, but I still succumbed to the tactic.
I wanted to make Master Otis happy. He did save me earlier…
…I think.
…maybe? …maybe not?
Maybe this was a set up from the start.
Goddammit.
The problem was I had signed up to scene with strangers, but only one was a stranger to me. I don’t know how I felt about this. Betrayed. But…titillated? Why would Andrew even want to bother with me? Both men were so out of my league.
I looked over my shoulder to see Andrew had removed all but his pants. He was busy retrieving towels and such. When I turned back, Otis was just watching, ever patient, waiting. His eyes were so intense.
How could I say no to him?
It really was a small request.
I lowered my upper body from palms to elbows. I wished I still had my braids in. “Can you please hold up my hair?”
Master Otis shook his head gently. “No, little bunny. I think it’s cute when bunnies get messy. I promise another shower later.
I scrunched my nose in distaste but didn’t bother protesting. I knew objecting rarely did anything to change a Dominant’s mind. I had agreed to obey, or be forced into obedience, so I needed to follow instructions.
I lowered my head to the plate. It smelled good. I took a tentative lick at a sliced banana. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until the taste exploded on my tongue. It was so good, I nibbled the fruit into my mouth, enjoying the slight addition of peanut butter from where it rested on the sandwich, and not on the tip of my nose.
“You are such a good girl,” Master Otis offered, stroking my head. “You must be very hungry. Don’t be shy on our behalf.”
I began eating with less hesitation, even though I knew it was getting in my hair and on my face. I was starving.
I felt Andrew behind me again. I startled and nearly leapt from the kitchen island when thick liquid poured onto my asshole. Had Otis not caught me, I might have fallen off.
“Settle, naughty rabbit,” Andrew said when I shot him an annoyed glare. “I’m just reinserting your bunny tail. Relax for me.”
I frowned but went back to eating my meal. Andrew inserted the steel plug, then rewarded me with soft caresses, as if petting my pussy. When I found myself lulled to in my gentle arousal, I felt his tongue glide up my slit. I moaned into my applesauce.
While I ate, he ate as well, licking and stroking and rubbing my clit until I found myself shoving my face into my plate to just do something more with my mouth. God, I wanted to come.
“Okay, little bunny, you’ve licked it clean.”
I frowned when Master Otis took the plate away.
“You look so sexy with all that peanut-butter across your face.”
I rolled my eyes. He was so full of shit.
“Strike two.”
Dammit.I remembered what he’d said earlier in the bathroom, how he found eye-rolling to be highly disrespectful. “Sorry,” I mumbled.
Otis guided me from my forearms to my hands, forcing me to lift my head and dip my back so I could look up at him while Andrew continued to feast on me from behind. Otis gathered my face in his large palms and began kissing me despite the sticky mess on my face.
His tongue swept past my lips, and I was lost. Rough fingers tangled into my hair and drew me higher as he lavished kisses down my neck. If not for the two men holding me in place, I was not sure I wouldn’t have toppled right off the kitchen island.
Suddenly, I was flipped onto my back and pulled to the end so my heels could rest on the counter’s edge. Master Andrew—eww, just Andrew—continued his oral attentions, but added fingers into his seduction. Meanwhile, Master Otis began massaging my breasts, lifting the weight and strumming the nipples with his thumbs.
The rise toward a climax was quick and steep. Between the sucking and plucking of my nipples by Master Otis and the simultaneous nibbling and suction on my clit while stoking my g-spot, I could barely breathe. Andrew knew how to work my body, using his fingers to fuck me so good that I started grinding into his hand, hoping it would help propel me into an orgasm. When he started moving my anal plug in and out of my ass, I knew my release was imminent.
