Chapter 9
Delilah POV
Soft music surrounded me as I squirmed in anticipation on the bed where Sir Richard and Sir Jonathan had restrained me on.
I cannot see them. I cannot hear them. I cannot touch them. I was trapped. I craved them, yet all I could do was wait.
I felt a light caress on my cheek. It's ticklish. What was it? I have no idea. Its soft caress travelled along my jaw. I shivered in excitement. I need more.
"This is a feather tickler, kitten." Sir Richard whispered into my ear, his voice husky as he circled my hardened nípples with the soft object. He dragged the feather down my flat stomach before he tickled my sensitive navel, making me arch in anticipation.
"P-please, Sir!" I arched my back. I needed more. My core was soaking wet.
"What do you want? Say it. Beg." Sir Jonathan brushed a warm calloused finger down my exposed slit teasingly.
"I want your fingers in me, Sir!" I cried out desperately. I needed them in me and now!
Sir Jonathan immediately thrusts two fingers deep into my soaking pússy. I released a loud needy moan. This had to be the best feeling I've ever felt! Sir Jonathan curled his fingers repeatedly within me ever so slightly, stroking an extremely sensitive spot within me. A large wave of pleasure crashed over me and I cried out my pleasure.
"Oh our sweet little kitten, this is just the beginning." Sir Jonathan nibbled on my earlobe as he began thrusting his fingers in and out of my wet pússy rhythmically, curling his fingers to make contact with that sweet spot within me that I never knew existed.
Sir Richard laid soft open-mouthed kisses, sucking on the soft tender skin of my neck, enticing soft moans from my lips.
"Enjoying yourself, sweetheart?" Sir Richard was teasing me. His mouth have now arrived at my breasts. More open-mouthed kisses showered on me. I needed his mouth enclosing my sensitive nípples. He was so close yet so far.
I let out a soft whimper. It sounded so needy, so desperate for the pleasure that only they could bestow upon me.
Sir Richard's warm wet mouth soon enclosed my hardened nípples. I released a loud moan. Pressure began to build up from within me. I felt like I needed to pee so badly.
"Sir! I-I need to pee!" I cried out desperately.
"No, you don't. Don't be afraid, just let it go." Sir Jonathan encouraged me. He took my clít between his lips, curl his warm calloused fingers once again. I exploded from within, my back arching off the bed from the intense pleasure that overcame my body.
"Thank you, Sirs." I whispered with whatever energy I had left. Never in my life had I ever experienced something of such intensity.
Completely exhausted and satisfied, I fell into a deep rejuvenating sleep.
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Ecstasy (BDSM, Ménage)
General Fiction-UNDER MAJOR EDITING- After celebrating her 18th birthday with her party-maniac cousin at a mysterious and seductive club, Delilah Stone wanders unknowingly into its restricted area. Little did she know, it was a BDSM club owned by the well-known R...
