The Prize by International Bestselling Author Ashe Barker

Chapter 11: Doms' Discretion

Mark holds still as Greg lifts me up, then lets me back down around his solid length. My pussy quivers around him, the friction both delicious and near to overwhelming. It's intense, incredibly so. A fierce passion seizes me, I'm gripped by it, quivering within its grasp as Mark withdraws again. I can't think, I can hardly manage to draw in my next breath. I can focus on nothing but this powerful connection between the three of us. Mark thrusts back into me, as Greg insinuates his fingers between our bodies to stroke my clit again.

The impact is instantaneous, my climax exploding around both solid rods. Mark lets out a muffled curse and grips my hips hard to hold me still as he drives his cock into me again. Then it's Greg's turn to draw back and spear me, once, twice, a third time.

"Oh God, that's... that's..." I have no words for the deep sense of satisfaction, the total and utter fulfilment of being taken by both Doms at the same time.

They don't seem to require words, from me or from each other. Mark and Greg set up a rhythm, alternating their strokes as I writhe and moan between them. I lose count of how many times I come, but Greg's fingers hardly leave my greedy clit as I milk every last shiver and twist of sensation from this. The bliss of this double fucking seems to continue for hours, though in truth I have little sense of reality now. I'm lost, a receptacle to be used, filled, pleasured. A slut to be fucked.

I reach for something, anything. Greg grasps my hand and laces his fingers between mine to draw my arm behind my back. Mark's hand covers both of ours, reinforcing the common experience, the shared and profound thrill in this moment of absolute bliss.

Greg's cock lurches. He thrusts hard, almost brutal in his demands. I clench my inner walls around him, around them both, and Mark swears again.

"Holy fuck, that feels bloody wonderful. So fucking good..."

"Tell me about it. Ah, fuck..." Greg's features are contorted, his eyes tight shut as he finds an extra gear to fuck me harder still.

Mark, too, picks up the pace though they never lose their synchronised rhythm. He reaches his climax first. One final, deep and driving thrust, then he holds still for several seconds before slumping forward to drape himself around my back. He shoves my hair aside to kiss my neck, muttering something about the best fuck ever.

Greg is just seconds behind him. He lifts me then slams me down hard. He holds me in place as his cock pulses inside me, then shoots ribbons of warm cum into the condom. The heat penetrates the latex, and the intimacy of this moment delights me.

Mark is first to move. He pulls out of me, peels off the condom and does whatever he has to, then rolls to lie alongside us, face down. Greg lifts my body from his and places me between him and Mark. He, too, disposes of his condom, then wraps his arms around me.

"Jesus, girl, that was so hot. So fucking beautiful. I could almost forgive you for your carelessness earlier, but a promise is a promise and you need a caning. You'd never respect a Dom who went back on his word, would you?"

I might. Certainly I'd be prepared to try, but I keep that observation to myself. "No, Sir. But, could we just stay here for a bit, first?"

He kisses my hair. "As long as you need, Jessie girl. We're in no rush. Right, Mark?"

Mark manages a reasonably expressive grunt, his sole contribution to the discussion.

I may have been asleep, I'm not certain. When next I open my eyes both men are fully dressed, though I somehow seem to have found my way into Mark's arms. He holds me close against his chest, his fingers idly combing through my tangled hair. I lift my chin to regard him.

"Is it time?"

"Mmm, probably. You ready?"

I nod, though reluctantly.

"Problem, Jessie?" Mark lifts one dark eyebrow.

"No Sir, except..."

"Jessie?" He tips my chin back up when I would have looked away. "Tell us."

"It's just, I don't want this evening to end, but it will, when you cane me. I hate that, I won't be able to continue after."

"You know we'll never do anything to you without your consent, don't you?" This from Greg who has come to sit next to us on the bed. "You can say no."

I shake my head, but say nothing more. They know, we all know, discipline is part of this thing we have, this wonderful, sensual, satisfying thing we do. The caning is a part of it, as crucial as the fucking was. We need to do it. I need them to do it, to maintain the balance and set me free.

I manage a small, rather shaky smile. "The basement? Your dungeon?"

Mark smiles at me. "No, we decided to stay here. Doms' discretion."

I heave a little sigh, relieved to at least have the benefit of privacy. On another occasion perhaps an audience would augment the arousal, make the experience yet more intense for me. But for this final chapter of our time together, other people would intrude on the intimacy and trust we've started to build throughout the course of this incredible evening. They appear to have arrived at the same conclusion.

"That's kind of you, Sir. Both of you."

"Our pleasure, little sub." Mark sits up, bringing me with him. "We'll be wanting you over the foot of the bed. Will we need to tie you in place?"

I think for a moment, then shake my head. "I can do it, I think. I'd like to try, anyway."

"Good girl." Greg stands up and moves across to the dressing table. He picks up a narrow rattan cane. I never noticed it earlier, perhaps they had it brought up here from the dungeon. He tilts his chin in the direction of the foot of the mattress. "Let's be getting on with this then."

I scramble across the bed and stand on the carpet at the foot of it, then I lean forward and tuck my arms underneath me.

"Good. Keep them there. So, six strokes. You'll take three from me, then Mark will finish off."

"Yes, Sir," I reply. "Do I need to count?"

Mark chuckles. "In my experience subs are crap at counting, especially when they're on the receiving end of a decent caning. We'll count, you just say thank you after each stroke. Okay?"