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“Turn around,” he said, his voice angry.
Valentina paused for a split second. Perhaps this whole thing had been a mistake. Perhaps this had already gone too far. But just like every other time she’d considered defying Ethan, she relented and turned around. At first, nothing happened, and without the distraction of pleasure or pain she was left feeling acutely conscious that she was naked and blindfolded in what was practically a public place.
The sensation of silk caressing her skin made her forget her situation again as one of the men ran a length of fabric over her body. Bastian stood behind her now, and she couldn’t resist pressing herself against him, a thrill washing over her as she felt an enormous erection pushing against her ass through his pants. He whispered into her ear in French as he gently brought her hands above her head. She had no intention of resisting him at all.
“Make that knot nice and tight,” Ethan said as Bastian used the silk scarf to tie her hands to the rafter.
“Monsieur, you will have your turn soon enough. I will punish her in my own way.”
Valentina struggled to contain a smirk on hearing Ethan being put in his place. But her mirth was quickly replaced by pure lust as Bastian sank to his knees behind her and started to place light, gentle kisses on her buttocks. The rafter was high enough that she was on her tip-toes, and she pulled and writhed against her restraint as Bastian’s soft but relentless attention drove her wild.
Suddenly, she was almost knocked off her feet as Ethan strode forward and kissed her savagely. Only Bastian’s hands on her ass stopped her swinging from the rafter as she was totally unable to protect herself. Ethan shoved his tongue into her mouth and grabbed the back of her head, pulling her so close to him she could hardly breathe. She kissed back as best she could, until all she could do was whimper as Bastian used his fingers to caress her most intimate folds. His fingers began to explore inside her, thrusting in a languid rhythm.
“I’m going to taste you now,” Ethan said, and a moment later his face was pressed against her pussy. She gasped when his tongue first hit her sensitive nub, and she continued to struggle against her restraints as both men licked and caressed her expertly.
“I’m going to come!” Valentine cried out, only to yelp as her ass received a hard blow from Bastian’s hand.
“Non. You will not come until I say so.”
But the men did not relent in their attentions. They continued to drive her crazy, but she didn’t dare orgasm without permission, so every lick, suck and thrust was sweet agony.
“I’m serious, I need to come. Now!”
Bastian responded by thrusting his fingers harder. “You will not come.”
Valentina was close to tears. She couldn’t hold out much longer, but she didn’t want to defy her masters.Wait. Even in her half-wild state the realization hit her that she wasn’t simply afraid of the consequences of disobeying them. She genuinely didn’t want to disappoint these men; she wanted nothing more than to earn their approval, their praise. Spots started appearing in her vision as she gritted her teeth and kept her orgasm at bay.
And then they stopped. At the exact same time the men removed themselves from her, and she heard them both stand in front of her. She was reduced to quiet whimpers, and it felt like hours that she hung there, although it could have only been a minute or so.
“Come,” Bastian said, and she did. With no additional stimulation she came so hard she almost blacked out. She screamed, and cried, and moaned, while her two masters watched her. Eventually, the waves of pleasure started to subside. Once she was silent and still, she felt Bastian’s strong hands untie her and place her hands against her hips.
“Good girl,” he crooned, and she sighed in relief.
Bastian moved away for a moment, and when he returned, he guided her arms into a silk robe. The Frenchman turned her around and tenderly tied it shut, then removed her blindfold. For a moment Valentina felt strange to be covered up, until she looked down and saw that the robe was sheer and her clamped nipples were still perfectly visible.
“Let’s sit. You need a drink,” Bastian said, and she nodded. He led her to a cushion next to the table where Ethan was already sitting, having poured them each a glass of Alizé.
They sat in silence for a minute, sipping the sweet drink. Eventually, Ethan spoke and she instinctively looked at the floor.
“Are you surprised?” he asked. “You can look at me now, by the way.”
“Surprised by what?” Valentina replied, looking up at Ethan, who appeared somehow kinder and more handsome than he ever had before.
“Finding out you’re a sub. I knew it from the moment I saw you on my floor when you first started, but you didn’t seem to have any idea.”
Valentina nodded enthusiastically. “I can’t believe it. I thought I was the most strait-laced, buttoned-up woman in the world. Turns out, I’m a freak!”
Her men smiled at her indulgently, and she glowed inside. “You’re lucky you’ve found out so young,” Bastian said. “I had no idea I was a Dom until I met Ethan here. You might have noticed that I don’t exactly have the classic Dom personality.”
She nodded and laughed, and Ethan arched an eyebrow at her. She knew he absolutely had the archetypical Dom personality, and she had a feeling she’d messed up somehow. A thrill ran up her spine as he narrowed his eyes and she averted hers once again.
“Are you laughing at your master?”
“No, sir.” Valentina tried to hide her grin.
“Ah, so now you’re lying, too. I think you’ve had more than enough rest, it’s my turn to punish you now. Be warned, I’m not as soft as our Gallic friend here. Now, remove the robe.”
Valentina did as she was told and stood, slipping off the sheer robe and letting it fall to the floor.
