The Prize by International Bestselling Author Ashe Barker

Chapter 4: Sloppy Little Sub

"Be still, Jessie. Settle down." It's Mark again. His fingers remain in place though he doesn't continue until I am once more settled on the bench. "Good. Thank you." He slides two fingers right inside my moist cunt, then delivers several sharp thrusts. My inner walls clamp tight around his digits and I let out a groan. The onslaught of sensation is near too overwhelming, and they have hardly even started.

"She certainly appreciates that." The quiet observation is delivered by Greg.

"Seems so," agrees Mark. "She's tight though and hot. Such a beautiful pussy. Nice and smooth, just as we like it."

I bask in their admiration. I invested in a full Brazilian wax just two days ago, in readiness for this evening. My money was not wasted.

"No need for lube, I reckon." Mark withdraws his fingers and I am at once empty, bereft. He chuckles and pats my bottom.

He knows. They always seem to know. 

"Don't worry, Jessie, we have plenty to keep you occupied. This, for example..." Again he parts my pussy lips, but this time he inserts something wide and smooth and quite cool. He pushes the – whatever – deep into my cunt, there is a moment's pause, then the pulsing starts.

"Oh, God..." I moan. "That feels... oh, oh..."

"Liking that?" enquires Mark, his tone casual.

"Yes, Sir," I manage as my cunt starts to spasm around the vibrations inside me. "But I need to come. Soon."

"Not happening. You've got work to do first. Any stolen orgasms will earn you a caning, is that understood?"

"Sir, I hate the cane. Please—"

"We know that. We read all the background details you so helpfully supplied. So, to avoid being caned, all you have to do is obey. Simple."

It's anything but simple. They know it, I know it. I am destined to receive a caning this evening, the only question is how many strokes and how long can I stave it off for? I bite down on the inside of my lower lip and try to think of something else, anything else apart from the insistent throbbing right at my core.

"Sweet clit. Beautifully plump for us. This is for us, I assume, Jessie?" Mark moves on, his tone still conversational as he takes my swollen nub between his fingers and squeezes it.

"Sir..." I let out a scream. "Please, I have to come..."

"That's unfortunate. Such a sloppy little sub, but I suppose if you really can't help yourself..." He increases the pressure, tugging and twisting my engorged clit as I writhe on the bench, helpless to withstand any more of this torture. My climax grips and overwhelms me, the delicious shudders and ephemeral bliss of release momentarily overriding all other considerations. Mark continues to rub and roll my clit between his finger and thumb until the tremors recede and I return to this moment, with them, to face the consequences.

"Was that good, little Jessie?"

"Yes, Sir. Thank you." The vibrator in my cunt continues to thrum and pulsate and I wonder how long before I transgress again.

"Don't thank me, little sub. You'll pay dearly for it. Eventually. Now that you've had your orgasm do you think you'll be able to contain yourself enough to appreciate a little anal fun?"

"I'll try, Sir." I squeeze my arse cheeks together. I know what comes next, and they're right about one thing. I would appreciate it. A lot.

"So, we'll get you lubed up then, shall we?" This time it's Greg speaking to me. "Mark, could you open her arse cheeks, please. And you, Jessie, arch your back to lift your bottom up for us if you would."

I do my best to comply, and my efforts must be satisfactory as I receive no further instructions. I wince as the cool gel hits my delicate rear hole, but I relax quickly as Greg works it first around the outer rim then inside my arse. I'm no anal virgin, not by a long way, and I always love this part.

My puckered sphincter soon relaxes to allow him to penetrate me with two, then three fingers. I sigh in absolute contentment as he slides them in and out. This alone wouldn't be enough to bring me to orgasm, but the sensation is still wonderful, relaxing, sensual, and utterly sublime. Behind the blindfold my eyes are closed and my contentment so profound I could almost fall asleep.

"She responds well to this. I think we'll need to fuck her arse before she leaves. Would you like that, Jessie?"

"Mmm, I beg your pardon, Sir?"

A sharp slap to my upturned, defenseless buttock brings me back into the moment.

"I said, we'll fuck your arse soon. You do know that double the Doms means double the cock, don't you? One in your arse, the other in your pussy."

I'd hoped as much, though this will be a new experience for me. Of course, I've experienced both separately, but never at the same time.

"Yes, Sir, " I manage to mumble through a foggy haze of satisfaction, "... but — will it hurt?"

"I'm sure we can make it memorable for you, Jessie."

I sink back into a soporific numbness as Greg continues to finger fuck my receptive arse, and I let out a frustrated whimper when he eventually withdraws his fingers. My clit is quivering, desperate for something, any sort of contact. They have only to flick the tip and I'd come again.

"Sir, please..." I can't help it, I have to try, though in some more sensible part of my brain I know it's futile. Orgasms have to be earned, and they'll demand much, much more of me before I'm allowed another one.

Both men chuckle, and one of them pats my bum. "Patience, little sub. You can have a plug though, a nice vibrating one to match the one in your cunt. We wouldn't want you getting bored while we spank you."

I press back instinctively as Greg inserts a thick, well-lubed plug into my receptive arse, then flicks the switch to set it throbbing. The sensation is almost as pleasant as his fingers were. Even though I know what will happen, I can't help trying for a surreptitious little rub against the buttery leather upholstery beneath me.

This time the slap is hard, catching the lower curve of my left buttock. "Greedy girls with clits that beg to be squeezed and juices that wet our nice clean bench get spanked. Is that what you want, girl?" Mark's tone is sharp. My overstimulated pussy spasms in helpless response.

"No." Yes!

"A good, hard paddling might calm you down a bit, teach you a little self-restraint. Would you like us to help you to learn how to control yourself, Jessie?"