Chapter 169: Jewel
Stephon pushed on her legs so they swung around and her feet touched the floor. "I want you to walk over and position yourself." His hands propelled her upward. "We won't force you."
Jewel looked over her shoulder into his uncompromising gaze and then to Matt who had a slight twinkle in his eyes. She promised he could spank her and now it was time to pay the piper even if the circumstances were slightly altered. Both men sported stiff erections, and for some reason the fact that this turned them on gave her the courage to stand and walk over to their impromptu spanking bench. Looking down at the plush seat caused more fluid to pool between her legs, and with a deep breath she knelt down and lowered her chest onto the soft material. Her head came slightly over the side, but she was still able to rest her cheek comfortably against the cushion.
"Spread you knees for Matt, love."
Chills ran up her spine, but her legs separated and she wondered if Matt would touch her first or if Stephon would start her punishment. She heard Matt's pants rustle when he kneeled behind her to the right, but when she tried to turn, Stephon stopped her. "Be still." It wasn't a command she wanted to disobey.
Matt's hands went to her hips first and then slowly skimmed across her skin to meet at her lower back. His fingers splayed over her ass cheeks and caused her breath to catch. His thumbs, one positioned slightly above the other, traveled down the crack of her ass, spreading her. Then he applied pressure at the puckered hole that held an unimaginable amount of sensation. The thought of him entering her there scared her to death, but more wetness flowed from her pussy and a low sigh escaped her lips.
"Not yet baby, but I promise I'll revisit here again."
Mortification brought warmth to her face, but then Matt's thumbs continued their progress until they ran across the swollen lips of her pussy. His hands lifted her hips up and his tongue touched her dripping center. She couldn't stop a strangled cry from leaving her throat. He pulled her lips further apart and the rough callouses on his thumbs almost took her over the edge. Stephon, standing to her left, splayed one of his hands over her spine, halfway up her back, applying firm pressure when her upper body involuntarily lifted from the ottoman.
Matt's mouth left her pussy, and while she gasped for air, Stephon's hand landed with striking force against her right ass cheek. His other hand pressed down harder on her back at the same time, and she felt her eyes moisten with the sudden pain. Another slap landed against her left cheek and she gasped loudly. The safeword was forming on her lips when Matt's mouth latched onto her pussy, sucking her clit, and causing all thoughts of pain to leave her mind. The groan she gave was halfway to a scream when his mouth left her again. This time four hard, rapid slaps landed - two to her upper thighs, which hurt with greater intensity, and two on the same spots Stephon hit before. No thought of a safeword entered her mind because Matt was back at her pussy using his tongue and lips to drive her crazy.
Matt stopped suddenly and the assault on her backside began again. Stephon went past four and the pain grew, but then two fingers entered her pussy and her mind traveled from the sting to the ecstasy of what they were doing to her body. Her brain finally went numb allowing only sensation to wash over her.
"Did you have an orgasm while we were gone, love?" Stephon's lips touched the top of her ear, the husky words barely penetrating her muddled thoughts.
Her answer whispered out on a sigh, "No."
"Good, we're almost done."
"No."
She heard them laugh, but felt the combined focus of pain and carnal assault all the more. She didn't know how many times Stephon's hand struck her ass-it no longer mattered, as long as Matt's lips returned to the hot, isolated need between her thighs.
She felt a wet, sliding pressure before she realized Matt's finger pushed past the rosette of her ass, using her juice to lube the tight opening. Matt entered her pussy with two fingers from his other hand and Stephon's hands reached under her, found her incredibly hard nipples, and pinched. The orgasm exploded, zinging between every point they touched. Her vocal cords released a long, sensual cry of release, her body held still by two sets of unyielding hands as Matt's fingers slid in and out and Stephon's fingers tightened further while using his chest to press her down. The electrical charge of energy went on and on.
When her breathing slowed, the pressure on her back became a caress of hands, and Stephon's tongue traveled softly over her bruised and scared face, licking her tears and murmuring soft words of endearment.
Finally her brain registered when Stephon spoke a complete sentence. "I'm proud of you, love. I'm picking you up and we're going to bed."
She didn't know where Matt was, but her body was limp and sated, making it impossible for her to ask. Stephon laid her on the bed, allowing her to curl on her side while he adjusted the pillows against the headboard. He removed his pants, his cock spilling out and looking impossibly large. He never took his eyes from her watery gaze. His knee landed in front of her face and his hands moved her body so he could position her between his thighs with his back to the headboard. His erection pressed into her back, and through her sleepy haze, she wanted to roll over and taste him. Her eyes drifted closed.
Matt entered the room and she heard him set something on the table beside the bed. The sound of his zipper lowering made her lips tilt up. Stephon's fingers massaged the sides of her head while Matt joined them on the bed.
"Spread your legs for me," Matt requested softly.
She must have done what he asked because a warm washcloth rubbed at her sensitive flesh, cleaning away the fluid her body produced earlier. She wasn't sure why he wanted it gone, but the cloth felt wonderful and she let the bliss envelope her.
"Are you tender, love?" Stephon's words breathed across the skin of her shoulder.
"No, but that feels wonderful." Her dreamy voice sounded far away.
"Are you too tired to continue?"
She barely registered his question and couldn't help her sleepy grin. She would be happy to stay up the entire night, even if working her shift the following day was exhausting. "No, I'm not tired." She tried to open her eyes.
"Little liar." Matt's soft laugh was the last thing she remembered.
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