Blind As a Bat [1st book complete]

BDSM Part 3 ***[Very Graphic and Mature]***

?? Master P.O.V

I reveled in the feel as I stood behind Bunnie, her now breathless and gasping from being silenced so many times as I had readied her for me. She was more sensitive compared to Canary, who often enjoyed a darker and rougher handling. No, for Bunnie, even as punishment, there was a correct way and an incorrect way of deportment, and I was a fair Master. No, I wouldn't let her ejaculate, the equipment her cock was now sucked into keeping her release at bay even as it vibrated around her. 

I had properly stretched her, playing between the two of them after I had finally pulled Canary closer, though keeping them separated by a clear wall holding releasable, mostly circular doors that could be removed. Unlike Canary, I had used a generous portion of lube, my fingers running up and down her quivering thighs, pulling her cheeks apart to allow the cool air's caress, barely tantalizing the pucker there before releasing the set of cheeks and giving a resoundingly sharp yet not quite painful slap until she began to tighten up in expectation. And that was when I left her to give attention once more to Canary. 

In contrast, I started with a sharp slap to both of his cheeks, my hand print easily visible. I watched as his weeping cock jumped in reaction, and took no time in rubbing the slender tip of my switch along his throbbing manhood. I had made it so the vibrations would reach a sharp or painfully, almost electric pitch until he finally gave in, voicing his pleasure. Glancing at Bunnie and her heaving chest, it was more than just her own experiences so far that she was feeling. The sounds of my interaction with her brother only heightened her own need.

I drew the back of my thumb up his perineum towards his crack, flicking his balls with my fingers as I went before roughly shocking my thumb to the first knuckle in, pulling at the edges of the tight ring of muscles as I slowly rotated the my thumb, only causing friction to the edges of his entrance. I finally heard a proper moan, the thirsty vibrations of the toys dying down. For now.

I slipped my fingers, keeping my thumb in its position, down along the underside, palm to his perineum and fingers splayed around and along his scrotum, fingers squeezing together ever so lightly. A small but shrill whistle sang from Canary's mouth as I squeezed the entire area, thumb curving and pulling down on the tight rings of muscles that made up his pucker as the rest of my hand gripped and squeezed the flesh along his underside, pulling at the sensitive skin before raking my nail along it.

I removed my thumb, sticking it within Canary's mouth, to which he gratefully laved and sucked before I removed it with a resounding 'pop'. I took a moment, most likely surprising Canary if the gasp were anything to go by, by softly rubbing the wet appendage along his pink lips. My thumb ran from his bottom lip down to his chin in which I lifted before sucking his lower lip into my mouth, running my tongue along and nibbling it before pulling away as the air between us resonated with yet another chrystalline moan.

I pulled away, returning to Bunnie whose soft whines could just barely be heard. I leaned over, giving her a few moments to feel my form just out of reach, my breath barely caressing her neck and the shell of her ear; shifting the smallest of hairs, "You want your turn now." It was not a question, and she knew she was not to answer. It was only meant to incite her need and expectation more.

I pulled out a drawer no more than a step away from her, taking a moment to look at the items within before turning my attention back to her. Using the lube, her ass open to me from her bent position, I dribbled small amounts onto her lower back, allowing it to roll where it may, some pooling in the dip of her back, curling down the sides and sliding down her thighs, dribbling down and along her crack; caressing her hungry pucker.

She couldn't help but try to squirm at the sensation as the liquid played with her skin as it moved and slowly warmed when it came into contact, "Hmm, you like that. The soft, torturous feeling." They both groaned at my almost playful words, though Bunnie's was quickly silenced. I didn't often speak other than to give commands, though I knew it was one of the items they both seemed to greatly enjoy.