his pets

28. trained together

The beats grew faster, the vibrations more intense, and she felt the beginnings of a climax building within her.
But Christopher was relentless, his touch a taunt that danced just out of reach of her desperate need.
Oliver's hand tightened around hers, his own breathing ragged as he too struggled to maintain control.
Their eyes met, a silent plea for mercy, but the beats whispered that this was about endurance, not release.
Christopher's hand slid down to her inner thigh, so close to her core that she quivered with anticipation. He watched her face, a twisted smile playing on his lips as he applied just enough pressure to make her gasp.
Oliver's eyes grew darker, his own need reflected in hers. Lily felt the heat of his body beside her, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants, a silent testament to his own struggle.

Their master leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "You will not cum until I allow it," he murmured, the words a dark promise that sent a shiver down her spine. The beats grew slower, a gentle caress that seemed to coax the tension from her body, even as it wound the spring of her desire tighter. Lily felt a warmth spread through her, a fierce love for the man who controlled her every breath, her every thought.
In that moment, she understood that this wasn't just about denying their bodies; it was about mastering their minds. Christopher's fingers traced a path along the edge of Lily's panties, so close yet so far from her desperate need. She watched Oliver, his jaw clenched, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. Their eyes met, and she knew he was fighting the same battle she was.
Their shared struggle only served to strengthen their bond. They were not just Christopher's pets; they were partners in this dance of submission. Lily felt a surge of love for Oliver, a love born from the fire of their shared experiences. He leaned in, his breath warm against her skin, and she knew he felt it too. Their eyes locked, and without a word, they communicated a silent understanding, a pact to endure this trial together.

Christopher's hand moved to Oliver's thigh, his thumb brushing the fabric just above the base of his cock. Oliver's eyes rolled back, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Lily felt a strange thrill at the sight of his struggle, a thrill that was only matched by the pressure building within her own body. The beats grew softer, a gentle reminder that this was not about them, but about their master.
He leaned back, watching them with a knowing smile. "Very good," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate with the beats. "You're learning so quickly." The praise washed over Lily like a warm embrace, reinforcing her commitment to this life.
Christopher's eyes never left Oliver's face as he began to stroke him with the same maddening restraint he had used on Lily. Oliver's eyes grew wide with need, his body arching slightly with each feather-light touch.
Lily watched, her own desire mirroring his, her eyes dark with longing.
Oliver's eyes never left hers, and she felt a strange sense of power as she watched him struggle, his body tight with unspoken need. The connection between them grew stronger with every passing moment, their shared submission a bond that went beyond the physical. Christopher's touch grew more insistent, his fingers dancing closer and closer to the bulge in Oliver's pants. Lily felt her own arousal spike, her body begging for the same sweet torment.

The room was alive with tension, the air thick with unspoken pleas.
Christopher's hand slid under Oliver's pants, his fingers wrapping around his hard length. Oliver's grip on Lily's hand tightened, his knuckles white with the effort to hold back. She watched as Christopher's thumb circled the tip, a bead of precum forming.

The air in the room grew electric, charged with the anticipation of the moment when they would be allowed to let go. Lily felt the wetness between her legs, her body responding to the sight of Oliver's submission. She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "Master is so good to us," she whispered, her voice a tremulous note of awe.
Oliver's eyes flew open, meeting hers with a fierce intensity. He nodded, his breath coming in shallow gasps. The beads of sweat on his forehead glistened in the dim light, a testament to the effort he was putting into maintaining control. Lily watched, her own need spiraling as she saw the raw passion in his eyes.

Suddenly, Christopher's hand stilled. "You're both doing so well," he murmured, his voice a soft caress that seemed to soothe the raging storm of desire within them. "I'm so proud of you both."
His words were like a balm, easing the ache in their bodies and filling their hearts with warmth. Lily felt a tear slip down her cheek, the emotion of the moment overwhelming her. She had never felt so alive, so connected, so loved.
Oliver's hand reached for hers, their fingers entwining as they both leaned into the music that had become the very essence of their existence.

Christopher stood, his movements fluid and graceful. He approached them, his eyes shining with pride. He unbuckled the collar around Lily's neck, placing a tender kiss on her forehead.
"You've both passed this test," he said, his voice a low rumble.
"But now it's time for you to rest."