The Red Market (mxmxm)

- Ch. 14 -

I stand there for a few more seconds, reeling from the situation that just occurred. I straighten out the dress and comb my hands through my hair before leaving the stall. Sir stands near the sinks, leaning against the wall scrolling through his phone. I walk over towards him as he pockets his phone and looks up at me. I wash my hands and try to fix my hair with my damp hands. I continue to fiddle with my appearance just to stall, still not completely present.

Sir curls his arms around me from behind and starts lightly kissing my shoulder. "Sir," I whisper, grabbing his arms, begging for him to not continue, at least not so soon. His eyes flick up meeting mine in the mirror. I keep my head down staring into the sink as someone leaves a stall and comes up beside us to wash his hands. He doesn't regard us and leaves quickly. As the door closes Sir turns me around to face him. I place my hands on his chest ready to push him away if he tried anything but he just looks down at me. I join his gaze, his eyes peer through mine as if trying to find something within them but he stops soon enough, placing a kiss on my head before leaving the bathroom.

I stand against the sinks, shocked at the sudden tenderness before shaking myself out of it and follow him out into the hall. I quickly walk to catch up with him and walk beside him. He doesn't acknowledge my presence and continues to walk back to the lounge. As I continue to walk back to my place at the bar, Sir takes a hold of my wrist and leads me back to the table. I stumble slightly from the sudden change of direction but he doesn't seen to notice. Though I walk behind him without restraint he doesn't let go of my wrist until we reach the table.

Master stands up from the booth to let Sir in, wrapping an arm around my waist. "Have a good time?" He whispers in my ear and I feel the blood rush to my face as my heart skips a beat. I hear him softly chuckle before telling me to sit under the table by his and Sir's feet. As he sits back in the booth I do as he said and kneel under the table in front of Master and Sir. As I sit here I notice that the booths are elevated about six inches along with the table, most likely for just this exact thing.

I don't know long I sit under here but my legs start to cramp up ever so slightly. I shift my stance, keeping my knees together but sprawling my legs to the side slightly so I sit on the floor rather than on my ankles. I continue to sit silently, the conversation muffled slightly from the heavy table between us but something catches my attention. I snap my eyes down as I feel Master's shoe against my thigh. I nudge my leg away thinking I was in his way but he nudges my leg back, opening my knees slightly.

I bite down on my lips worried about what he has planned. I watch as his shoe slides up my inner thigh, stopping just before the hem of my dress. I feel Sir's foot against my other thigh and in sync, the two of them push my legs open. I loose my balance at the sudden change and I let out a faint squeak before I catch myself from falling over. I sit there, arms in front of me bracing myself from the sudden unexpected rush of arousal.

Master's foot pushes on my shoulder, placing me back in my previous stance, arms behind my back sitting upright. Both Master and Sir graze their leather shoes up and down my thighs, teasing me. All of a sudden I feel Masters sole against my member. I take in a sharp breath at the contact, my dick slowly growing harder the more Sir teases and Master circles his shoe against my groin. I involuntarily find myself buck my hips into Master's leather shoe and they both stop, detecting my movement. Master presses his foot against my hard cock making me whimper slightly.

Sir's hand reaches down under the table, a piece of paper between his fingers. I reach out and unfold it to find a written note. 'Rub yourself up against Master's foot. Don't you dare cum, and don't make a mess of yours or Master's clothes. -xx'

I stare at Sir's writing begging for it to be a joke but Master's foot pushes against my waist, wordlessly telling me to reposition myself completely in front of him. I take a deep breath and swallow a lump in my throat before I crawl over. I straddle Master's foot, my legs shaking slightly, whether from embarrassment or arousal I'm not sure.

I suppose I take too long since Master suddenly raises his foot into my groin, the toe of his shoe pushing on the tail in my ass. I let out a breathy moan and start cautiously rubbing against him as I was told. I'm not sure when Master brought his foot back down but soon enough I find myself bucking my hips against him, completely lost in the moment.

My mind goes fuzzy as arousal fills my body. My entire body feels like its on fire, my dick throbbing and begging for more friction. I don't dare to touch myself in fear of accidently cumming but I do manage to lift the dress skirt up to prevent any precum wetting the fabric. I continue to rub and grind against Master's leg like a bitch in heat trying not to loose myself completely to the pleasure.

Without warning vibrations erupt through my already begging body and I yelp out a moan. I cover my mouth with one hand hoping that no one had heard that and to muffle more moans. The vibrations tone down slightly but continue to pulse through me, causing my stomach and groin to flutter. I don't notice how I've stopped moving my hips before Master presses his shoe against the plug, enhancing the sensation causing me to let out another strangled moan.

I continue to rub against him, not going as fast as before, the stimulation making it harder to keep myself from cumming. I grip onto Master's pant leg, my other hand slipping from my mouth to brace myself on the bench in front of me. I don't know how much time truly passes but it feels like an eternity, each grind and vibration edging me further to cumming. I hold myself back, precum leaking down my throbbing member before the vibrations suddenly stop and I find myself instinctively whining from the loss.

Master reaches under the table, grabbing my chin and pulling my head into his lap. I look up at him pleading with my eyes, my voice too weak to use. His eyes are shadowed with lust as he smirks down at me, sending a burst of pleasure throughout my body just from his look. I find myself still slowly bucking against him while he holds my head, my vision clouded with lust. Without a word he lets go and grabs something from the table. I watch as he reaches under the table, handing me a napkin.

I take this as permission and quicken my hips. It doesn't take long before I cum into the napkin, making sure to not soil any clothes. I lean my forehead against Master's knee, trying to compose myself. Once my mind clears from the pleasure, realization sets in once again and I shame myself for acting so desperate.

I manage to shift off of Master and sit back to continue to regain my composure. Without a word or motion, Master and Sir get up from the booth. Sir squats down at the end of the table and meets my eyes. He smirks at my disheveled appearance and motions his head to tell me to come out. I run my hands through my hair and try to fix the dress as much as I can under here before crawling out from the table.

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a/n: so sorry about the late update, my power completely went out for four days! so I wasn't able to update any sooner than right now lol, stay safe <3

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