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Desi bit her lip as she trailed her hand back down, but as she withdrew, she couldn't resist rubbing her wet fingers across her throbbing clit.
"Uh-uh, Uh!" Logan admonished, grabbing her hand away and delivering a sharp slap to her pussy. A small squeak left Desi's lips and she slapped her free hand across her mouth in shock at the sound, her eyes flying to Logan's as he sucked the fingers of her right hand into his mouth with a purely devilish gleam in eyes that wasn't hidden by the glasses he still wore, since he'd arrived straight from work.
Jake grinned happily at the tiny sign that she was loosening up, but Desi was horrified. It just didn't seem right to make any kind of involuntary noise, no matter how small.
Connor also reacted, hurrying behind her and winding her hair in his hand. He pulled her head back and nuzzled her neck. "That's right, baby. Let it out. We want to hear you."
In that moment, Desi realised there was something about that special note of command in a Dom's voice—any Dom's voice—that made her want to obey, even when those commands were contrary to her nature. She felt herself soften ever so slightly.
While Logan continued to suck on her fingers, pulling them in and out of his mouth suggestively, one by one, Connor took the hand from over her mouth and guided it back to her breast. He bit her neck where it met her shoulder and a shudder ran through her, and when he moved his own fingers down to her aching clit, Desi found herself melting against his huge, muscular frame.
For the next ten minutes, the two men touched her all over, from the tips of her fingers to the arch of her foot and all places in between, stroking, caressing, kissing and nibbling. She felt surrounded by them, as if they touched everywhere at once. Everywhere except the place she longed for them to concentrate, because somehow, their attention now avoided her weeping pussy, and it was through a haze of mindless desire and anticipation that Desi realised she was undulating her hips, impatiently trying to ease the ache there and encourage them to find her centre.
Suddenly, they both stopped and Desi wanted to scream in frustration. They had teased her to the brink of exasperation and now they withdrew. Her breath, coming in short, sharp pants began to ease and she gritted her teeth and screwed her eyes shut in an attempt to calm herself, when all she wanted to do was scream at them and demand they satisfy the cravings they had ignited.
Connor blew in her face, and she opened her eyes.
"Undo my shirt," he ordered, and Desi lifted trembling fingers that fumbled with his buttons.
Behind her, Logan pressed kisses down her spine and dropped to his knees while he nibbled at her hip and her buttocks, his hands wrapped around her thighs, so close and yet so far away from her needy core.
Desi made three attempts at one of the buttons, her irritation mounting. She didn't want to be undoing buttons. She didn't want to have to concentrate on the fiddly little holes; she just wanted some relief from the clamouring need that throbbed through her body.
Not a single man had ignited this kind of need inside her for over a decade. Not until she had encountered Joel again, and even then, she had wondered if it was just him—if she was destined to only respond to just one man in her entire lifetime. But although Joel spoke to her body on a far different level from the others who were present, there was no doubt whatsoever in her mind any more that it was Dominant men who really did it for her. Because, even though this was Connor and Logan working her over, murmuring directives in that commanding tone, her body still responded and her cravings still built, just slower and softer and not in that flash fire way in which Joel triggered her to erupt. Desi realised that each and every man in this room, and likely many who visited the establishment, had the intrinsic ability to send her soaring. It was just a slower burn. Not that it felt that slow right now. Anticipation and a stark yearning to make more such discoveries about herself and the D/s dynamic had her encouraged and impatient.
Before she knew what she was doing, Desi gave a frustrated yank on the front of Connor's shirt, tearing it apart, dragging the sleeves down his arms and pinging off the buttons at his cuffs in her desperation. The sound of ripping fabric and tinkling of buttons as they bounced and scattered on the concrete floor was loud in the quiet, industrial space and seemed to echo around the room as did the low snarl that emanated from her throat.
The shock of those noises made Desi freeze, her eyes wide and her lips forming a little 'o' in disbelief, but again, neither man gave her a second to regain her crumbling composure. Quite the opposite, in fact.
Connor rid himself of the ruined remains of his shirt and hauled her against his bare chest, plunging his tongue straight into her open mouth and kissing her fiercely while Logan quickly found his feet and then plunged two fingers into her dripping pussy and pumped ruthlessly, his other hand finding her stiff little clitoris and pinching remorselessly, and Desi couldn't stop the little whimpers of pleasure that Connor swallowed into his mouth. Her internal muscles tightened around Logan's fingers and she heaved a sigh that she'd finally get to come when the bastards retreated once more.
"No!" the word was spat as a curse as she was left once more on the cusp of a delicious climax, only to be left wanting.
In the next second, she found the world tilting as strong arms lifted her, and she knew a moment of disorientation before she realised she was bent over Joel's knee.
"What was that, my sweet?" he asked in a silky voice, chuckling. "Are you trying to issue orders to your Doms?"
Joel's hand smoothed in circles over her backside and Desi wiggled uncharacteristically, trying to rub her clit against his thigh to find some relief.
"Oh, I don't think so, lovely." He adjusted his position to thwart her attempts. "I think this means a punishment is in order."
Before he'd even finished the sentence, his hand came down hard on her flesh. Joel barely gave himself a moment to enjoy the redness of his hand imprinted on her skin before he peppered her ass with a dozen hard, fast slaps. Then his arm braced the back of her knees and she was aware that Jake had taken over her spanking and she felt a tell-tale trickle of arousal wet her thighs at having one man hold her while another punished her and others watched. There was no respite after another dozen, when she felt Connor's huge hands on flesh that was smarting and burning from the small of her back to the back of her thighs.
When Logan took his turn, Desi was barely aware that Connor had come to kneel in front of her until he grabbed her hair and started to feed his huge member into her mouth.
"Look at the state you've left poor Master Connor in," Joel crooned smoothly. "I think he needs some relief, don't you? You've left him hard and aching. I think you need to suck his cock until he spews his cum right down your throat, while the rest of us continue to spank you as punishment for leaving him so needy and only thinking of your own pleasure."
Joel adjusted her position, pulling her legs further apart as Connor fucked into her mouth and Jake resumed her spanking, this time, aiming his blows at the juncture of her spread thighs so that every so often a blow would glance against her sex and send her pussy into a spasm.
Desi was so desperate to move and find her own relief that she struggled against Joel's hold, but he held her immobile, and the tighter he held her, the more she felt compelled to buck against him.
Connor held her head still as he pumped roughly into her mouth. His tight grasp against her hair sent tingles through her scalp, only adding to her overwhelming lust. She made soft whimpering noises in her throat, which only made him growl and thrust faster.
What about me, when do I get to come? she wanted to scream, but her mouth was too full of cock.
Fire rained on her backside, her spanking going far beyond anything she had endured in the past, and as pain and pleasure mingled together, Desi could no longer control the grunts that vibrated around Connor's cock with each slap at her flesh.
"Fondle my balls!" Connor demanded, and Desi raised her eyes to his face, clenched in ecstasy as the noises she made increased his pleasure.
