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That’s not even mentioning the various slings, harnesses, collars, cuffs. Nothing has been off-limits. Bondage, benches, cages, saddles, swings. Floggers, ticklers, vibrators, plugs, dildos, and all manner of toys humanly and godly familiar.
One morning, I was strapped into a sex stool with cushioned handles, hollowed out between my thighs with a strap-on harness while they instructed me to ride the various-sized dildos, bouncing up and down to their satisfaction. Clamped and plugged. No matter how hard I tried, I lost the battle. And orgasmed.
I wasn’t sure what was worse. The shame I felt from their disappointment, the relief and care when they bathed my sweat-soaked skin and fed me breakfast, or the fear and agony from the punishment they enacted later.
Punishment in the form of a damn ultimate obedience chair, where they strapped me and spread me for a whole night with the motion of a giant phallus pounding into me at random intervals, forbidding sleep. And forbidding me to orgasm since they always know when I get close.
It’s been one extreme boot camp crash course in all things sex and BDSM. Oh, they’ve used supernatural healing upon me, but my mind can’t interpret anything but my muscles like hot melted string cheese, hypersensitive fleshy parts, and a chronic fountain streaming from my core.
Throughout all of this, they added another impossible torment. Despite all their attentions, the twins have taken no prisoners. Not even when they’ve bathed me. Despite how often their hands, fingers, and mouths brush along my erogenous zones, they never linger.
If I’d known Desire and Longing were synonymous with sexual torture of Olympic proportions….ugh!
By this time, I will likely orgasm at the mere sight of my horned gargoyle. But I still haven’t seen him.
Out of the bathtub now for morning meal, I stand naked before them, presenting myself as commanded. I wince as Longing spreads my cheeks from behind and carefully insertsanotherplug in my ass. The largest yet.
“Well done, Aria,” he coos in my ear since I managed to relax my anal muscles as he slid it inside before contracting them once it was fully in.
Hot tears sting my throat as Desire pinches my nipples and slides the enlargement rings around them. When he gives my tit a light slap, and they surge a tingling vibration into the buds, I choke on a gasp.
“They will keep your sweet buds quite happy indeed,” he teases and touches his lips to each one in a light kiss, tearing a whimper from me. “But I’d suggest refraining from moving your tits too much if you don’t wish to kindle the rings. They are ever so sensitive to motion.”
“Having a good time turning me into your personal lust puppet?” I snipe, careless over any punishment.
Rising to his full height, Desire is a head taller than me and gazes down at me with that dark playful smolder. The kind of smolder that could disrupt mortal sleep with a host of wet dreams. Red silk is his norm, but gold filigree embellishes his open tunic. Not one polished lock of hair is out of place, and his deep brown eyes are so warm, they melt mine. Even the darkstubble they’ve grown on their strong jawlines accentuates the shadows and their blade-sharp cheekbones.
Crossing his arms over his chest, Desire tilts his head and taps his arm. I swallow hard but also glower.
“I think our girl needs the special clamp today, Thosie,” he tells his counterpart while searing his eyes onto mine. “Get on the bed, Aria, and spread yourself like a good little girl.”
Rolling my eyes with a groan, I make my way to the bed, half-considering flipping him off, but I’m already going to get a punishment for the comment, the eye roll, and the groan. And I prefer to do things in three’s. Draped along the bed, I spread my thighs, wondering if I will ever get my “Valentine’s buffet trifecta”.
The twins take their place between my legs. I hiss, my cheeks heating like embers from them applying the sensitivity-enhancing oil. They rub the warm punishing fluid along my eager pussy lips and clit. I clench. But Desire gives my labia a warning slap, triggering me to loosen up.
Since the slap increases the blood flow and puffs my nether lips, he pulls apart one, and Longing slides it through one side of the labia clamp. He tightens the clamp top, repeats with the other side. All I want to do is thrust my hips as they continue on the bottom sides until they’ve clamped me with the perfect precision to torment my libido without restricting my circulation.
Then, they snap the leash to the top.
Damn devils.
“Mmm…” I half-whine half-moan as they step back to admire the view. Desire rubs his chin as his eyes stroke my fully exposed pussy flesh with a carnal gaze. I can nearly feel those eyes crawling across my center like invisible fingers.
A sunset flushes my cheeks as Longing makes a frame with his hands right over my pussy. “She is one of our masterpieces,is she not, Himmy? The swollen shape of her clamped labia belongs in a gallery.”
“Indeed.” He pauses in rubbing his chin. “We’ve kept her in a state of unchecked desire and longing, and she is one of the most responsive I have encountered. As pink and lush as an ever-beating heart. Fire in her blood. See how her nipples have hardened?”
“But gooseflesh chills her skin. Well done, brother. Look at her lovely cleft.”
“And the darker pink seam of a slit,” adds Desire. “She has plumped quite sweetly, hasn’t she?”
“Should we send Erry a picture?”
“I’ll autograph it,” I snap, throwing my burning gaze at them while rising with my elbows propped behind me. “From your Valentine, Aradia. With a little heart and a giant arrow through it.”
Desire tugs at the leash.
“Goddammit!” I curse, yelping from my pussy throbbing with wetness pulsing through my slit.
