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“Shh. Relax, babe, and enjoy yourself.” His calm, reassuring voice was what I needed to hear and his handsome face all I wanted to see. I blocked out the others and focused my attention on him.
The moment he pressed the head of the vibrating wand to my clitoris, the silly thing throbbed enthusiastically. My inhibitions, which held back my natural libido, flew away, leaving me sinking into the floor, whimpering and needy.
Buoyed by a burst of adrenaline, my senses buzzed, my insides flip-flopped in tune with the rush of energy. In my veins, the blood whooshed, heading straight to my clitoris, engorging it. I fixed my gaze on Jason. I begged, implored in the only way I could, with quivering, parted lips, mouthing please. He had to give me permission. I built to something tremendous, awaiting the command, but, instead, to my chagrin, he stuffed two fingers inside my drenched pussy and frigged me.
“Oh God!” I screamed.
I panted, desperate for permission, and glanced around the room, as if my audience would dampen my arousal. Silly me—what I saw were four Doms, mesmerised by my acquiescence and egging me on, not with greedy eyes, but with the expectant expression Dominants mastered with ease. Instead of diminishing my budding climax, they tipped me over.
“Now!”
Jason’s permission arrived in time and before the ow sound was out of his mouth, I came, writhing, bucking so hard that my bum lifted off the rug and my calves twitched uncontrollably. The tension spewed out of me. I shook, cried, and gripped the throw in my fisted hands.
Finding focus, I blinked at Jason, who loomed over me with a massive grin. He lowered his head to kiss my throbbing sex.
“Keep going, babe.”
“What?” I quaked.
Things went hazy after that first orgasm. Many more were forced out of me, as others repeatedly dragged my spent body back from the brink of exhaustion.
I remembered hands. Many different hands. Tongues, too, and firm, sucking lips. All those detached body parts came together in the form of four different men, who used me, taking it in turns to tease, caress, and slap me, but never penetrate.
I screeched, begging them to leave me be, while at the same time I kept coming, aching to be fucked properly rather than tormented by fingers. My conflicted emotions reigned, and if it wasn’t for the presence of Jason, I’d have freaked out.
Jason administered a few hard spanks and I revelled in the sensation of his hands on my bottom, singling them out from the others. Pain I didn’t register in an obvious way, rather the thud and pressure of his hand striking me. Lying on my belly, I propped myself up on my elbows and groaned, drawing up my knees. I swelled with a passionate need for my husband, the connection to him drawn from the spanking, and he built up a delightful rhythm.
“Oh, thank you, Sir, thank you,” I muttered after each blow.
With my eyes shut, I tilted my head back. Somebody stroked my face and wiped away the tears pouring out of my eyes.
“Well done, Gemma,” said Garratt in my ear.
I shivered at his lovely words. My backside was toasted, and the heat emitted by my flesh made up for the lack of fire in the hearth. For a few minutes, nobody touched me but Jason. I collapsed onto the floor, my knees giving out, and drifted off, floating up to somewhere distant. My body wasn’t mine to control any longer. Strangely relaxed and in the place of complete submission, I believe my biddable sensual being would have yielded to anything.
I had an awareness of Jason lying over me, indulging my lips with his mouth. His rapid heartbeats knocked hard against my breast, and he pleasured himself, rubbing his erection, easily discernible through his clothing, against my hip then he nudged my legs apart and pressed his bulge against my clit. Letting his cock free, he entered, gliding upwards with a swift motion of his hips. Each spearing penetration of his cock, he accompanied with a murmur of delight.
He rested his hands on either side of my head, supporting his weight. Now and again, he would brush the hair from my eyes, allowing him to see me and I, with bleary focus, gazed at his flushed face. The sheer bliss on his expression made me soar to see him above me, holding sway as he took his pleasure.
I lay motionless, acquiescent, and way beyond any achievable orgasm. Words were in my ears: his words, those gorgeous things he would say to me when in his Domspace of ecstasy. A bizarre mixture of romantic utterances blurred together with the jargon of smut and lewdness. I didn’t remember the details, only the hot cum spilling out over my belly.
Finished and spent, I lay increasingly aware of my surroundings, my watchers and, as I awoke from my stupor, I entered a state of embarrassment at the debauched scene on the living room floor.
Judith came over and gave me a big hug. “Gem, you were so hot and sexy, spaced out on the floor, five Doms all over you, fucked by your Master and screaming orgasms. Envy, darling, pure envy.”
I buried my face in my hands. Oh God, how could I have behaved so shameless? It wasn’t me!
Judith tore my hands away. “Will you stop with the shame? It was a pat on the back for that wonderful meal and being a good hostess. You’re meant to enjoy it, it’s allowed!”
Jason appeared at my side and scooped me off the floor. I didn’t have a chance to say good-bye properly to our departing guests. I fell asleep on a sofa, a blanket draped over me. After they’d left, Jason swathed me in his arms and nursed me back to consciousness, calming my frayed senses.
The evening didn’t finish with the farewells to the younger couples. Past midnight, I stirred from my stupor and found the others were chatting quietly around me.
“Did you enjoy your nap?” Jason teased me as the remaining two couples conversed in the background.
“Oh gosh. I have to shower—”
“I sponged you down, babe. You’re fine. How are you?” he enquired. I peeked under the covers and examined my body. Nothing showed considering the number of hands that had assaulted me, a few red splotches and a couple of bite marks I recognized as Jason’s—they had a familiar appearance.
