Playing Hard to Masters

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Chapter 2: The Way to Seduce Him Everly

The two men pulled me between them. Atticus pressed his dick to my ass as Julian kissed me. His hands were on my breasts, cupping and caressing them.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Don’t they have a VIP room?” I managed.

Atticus smirked and gently slapped my ass, drawing another moan from me. “Now you’re talking.”

We made our way through the room.

Couples were fucking each other all around us. Some were dancing to the music, their hot, partly naked bodies melting against each other.

I heard one girl scream. Turning my head, I saw her partner enter her from behind as he clamped feather-like things on her nipples.

My mind, ever business-like, thought they looked damn sexy. I could make something of this.

I pushed work thoughts aside. Now was not the time. The scenes around me had made me all hot and bothered.

I watched the two of them, entranced. The man was wearing latex and a black mask.

The girl had a black thong and nothing on her breasts except the clamps. He had his fingers on the clamps, releasing and closing them as he fucked her.

Her mouth was open in a helpless “O” of pleasure.

Fuck, so sexy.

Julian saw me looking at them and smiled knowingly.

“In the mood for some adventure?”

I blushed. For once in my life, I was at a loss for words.

I’d never had the chance to experience sex like this. I always wanted it to be more adventurous.

In my experience, the things you want are usually not the things you get.

The men I’d slept with went through sex like a routine motion. You liked someone; you went to bed with them. You went through the steps. Missionary, breathe in and out, moan a little, wait for them to come. And that was it.

The next day, you woke up and went home. Sometimes with a headache.

It was good fun but never had it seemed so exciting or secretive. I’d never considered that the act of sex could be so… unexpectedly dark.

It was like biting into a Lindor for the first time.

You just bit into a ball expecting nothing. Then, you’d be surprised by a burst of liquid goodness flowing into your mouth.

I felt like a child in an adult toy shop. I wanted to try everything.

I wanted Atticus and Julian. Both of them, with equal fervor. I wanted to feel the two of them inside me, making me come.

We walked to the right end of the party floor. There was a winding staircase that upwards to the roof.

Atticus took my hand and led me up the stairs. Julian followed.

We climbed up to a luminescent night sky. Little stars adorned dark wisps of clouds, and a gentle wind ran over our bodies. Somehow, I felt that this was how God had intended us to be.

Free, abundant, in control of our sexualities and the things that gave us pleasure.

Atticus led me to a room on the left end of the terrace, with a neon “VIP” sign hanging at the gate.

We walked in. I was greeted by one of the sexiest sights I’d ever experienced in my 25 years of life.

All around the room were plush red cushions, carefully placed tables under ambient golden lights, and rakes after rakes. The only difference was- there were no clothes on these rakes.

Everywhere I looked, I could see sex toys. Dildos, jiggle balls, lubricants of varieties I’d never conceived possible, cock rings and blow job strokers- I was fascinated. This was a whole other world.

I wanted to know it, feel it against my naked skin, and own and be owned by it.

Atticus pushed me down on a sofa. I felt the soft dip of the cushion as I settled in. He reached his hand inside my panties. I was wet beyond imagination.

He took my vibrator out, and before I could say anything, began kissing my clitoris, running his tongue all over it. He licked and worshipped me. His eagerness was fuel.

I bent my head backward and closed my eyes, enjoying every second. Soon, three of his fingers were inside me as his tongue ran over my vagina. He’d found my G-spot.

Oh god, these boys sure didn’t waste any time. I cried out in pleasure as his strokes became more feverish.

“You’re easy to please,” Julian smirked.

I turned my face to him. He stood by the sofa, watching Atticus and me.

He was much more collected than Atticus- his face looked passive, almost disinterested.

It made me want him more. How dared he look so… calm? I wanted to serve him, to have him fuck me, and here he was, looking like he was presenting to a daily board meeting.

I reached my hand out and unzipped him. Within a minute, Julian was stiff, hard as a rock. If rocks were made of the most delicious chocolate and a perfect eight inches in length.

Damn, he’d feel like heaven inside me.

But he was also playing tough to get.

“I’m not having sex that easily, my lady,” he grinned. “This is too raw. Ordinary.”

I blushed, a wave of anger rushing through me. Why was this boy so infuriatingly sexy?

Why did his rejection make me want him more? I wanted to please him.

It was unusual for me because I was always the one in command. Running a business would do that to you.

Atticus was the more acquiescent of the two- easier to control. But I was in the mood for something different. Tonight, I didn’t want to dominate.

I wanted to be shown the way. I wanted to be owned.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” I whispered.

“That’s it? No please?” He smiled again.

I was speaking as if in a trance now. All I knew was that I needed to belong to this man.

“Tell me what you want, please,” I moaned as Atticus drove his tongue inside my vagina, his arms gripping the sides of my thighs.

My hands gripped the edges of the sofa as I gyrated against him. “Fuck me with your mouth,” I commanded in the same breath.

“Hmm. I think I’d prefer something more complicated,” Julian said.

“Complicated? How?”

“What’s the fun in telling you when we can show you?” Atticus’s eyes were twinkling with mischief as he said this. He withdrew his mouth from my warm wetness.

I looked at Julian, who had walked up to a cupboard with transparent doors. Rows after rows of soft lingerie peaked out at us, enticing us with a world of mischief and desire.

Julian told me to undress. I got up from the sofa and obeyed, stripping so that all of me was at his appraisal.

He gave a smile of approval and picked a wet look, lace babydoll. It was very boudoir- a sexy deep V swan-shaped neck curved down to a pretty lace bow on the chest.

The babydoll was a shade of rust red, fitted like it was made for my skin. It left a deep gap between my breasts and exposed the top halves for the men.

It was entirely sheer and one of the sexiest things I’d laid my eyes on. It was like silk on my skin.

It came with a black lace thong cut at all the right places.

Julian put the babydoll on me, his finger sliding down my lips.

He ran his fingers through my chest, and down to my vagina. He rested his hand there for a minute as he kissed my neck.

I didn’t think I could be any more aroused tonight.

I was wrong.

Julian chose a long, thick dildo for me. He handed it to Atticus, who suddenly picked me up like I was a feather.

Atticus carried me to the Nectar bed positioned in the center of the room. He plunged me down on the bed.

He didn’t give me any time to compose myself. He’d come down on me in a minute, fingering and licking me all over again.

Atticus inserted the dido inside me and pressed a knob on it. It was shaped like a man’s penis but had the flexibility of his fingers. It drilled me while also moving in and around me.

I began convulsing as my moans grew more and more urgent. I knew I was going to come.

Apparently, Atticus had plans of his own.

The second I thought I was done for, he took the dildo out and drove his big, hard cock inside me.

I had gone beyond moaning- the shock of the pleasure I felt was too intense, too shattering, too much of everything.

Atticus pulled me up so that I was straddling him. He bit my shoulder and pinched my nipples as he fucked me faster each second.

“Tell me what you want,” he growled.

“Yes, fuck me just like that, yes, yes!” I screamed, my senses overturned with rapture. I was a sprite in a forest, a waterfall, an ocean. I was free.

My body was trembling, tiptoeing on the very edge of a mammoth climax.

Atticus suddenly turned me around so that my back was faced up, and he entered me from behind. He pulled my hair and whispered into my ear.

“Not so soon, my lady. I’m going to fuck you as long as I please.”

“Is that all you got,” I groaned.

He snarled and began moving faster. He whipped in and out of me.

“You think I don’t know any tricks?”

“Show me what you got, my lady.”

“Turn me around and fuck me.”

Atticus turned me over and pushed me down to the bed. He lifted my legs so that they were on his shoulders and entered me with all of his cock.

This was the deepest that anyone had ever gone inside me.

As soon as he entered me, I clenched my pelvis muscles, tightening myself.

His eyes grew wide with shock and intensity.

“Oh, you sly little…”

He reached out and grabbed my shoulders, pulling me towards him as he literally rode me.

I had never had so much fun in my whole fucking life.

“I’m coming,” I whispered.

“By all means,” he said.

I came the very next minute, and Atticus followed suit.

I fell back on the bed; my eyes closed, my cheeks rosy from the orgasm.

Two hands pulled me up, and a deep, lustful voice greeted me as Julian pushed his tongue into my mouth.

I opened my eyes to the intense desire on his face. Oh yes, I thought.

“It’s my turn. Right now.”

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