4: The Table Spread

They untied her wrists from the window—but only to rebind them above her head, strapped tight to the smooth glass table now glowing under chandelier light.

She lay flat, exposed, legs wide, the edge of the city still glittering in the windows around her.

The blindfold stayed on. So did the collar. But her mouth was now wet, open, swollen from use—glazed in spit and his taste.

“You looked beautiful on your knees,” her Dom purred, trailing his fingers down her chest, between her breasts, to the slick heat between her thighs.

“But now… now you’re an altar.”

The second man stood at the foot of the table, stroking himself slowly, eyes locked on her writhing, helpless body.

“So fucking ready for more.”

And she was.

She was soaked. Her thighs sticky. Her core pulsing, aching to be filled again. Used again. Stretched by more than just one cock.

“You don’t come until we both say,” her Dom reminded. “You beg. You cry. You earn it.”

She moaned in response—muffled, desperate.

Then—two hands.

One parted her thighs again, pushing them wide until her knees nearly touched the table.

The other slid up her belly, grabbing her breast, rolling her nipple between thumb and knuckle, pulling until she arched up off the table.

And the first cock pushed into her again.

Deep. Thick. Brutal.

“Fuck, she’s tight again.”

She screamed into her blindfold. Her wrists strained against the restraints. Her body quaked.

Then her Dom moved behind her head.

She felt the head of his cock brush her lips again.

This time—no gag. Just worship.

She opened her mouth, greedy, starving, letting him slide in until he hit her throat. Her nose filled with his scent. Her mind fuzzed from the rhythm—cock in cunt, cock in mouth—over and over, pounding, wet, relentless.

“Just like that,” he growled. “Take him in that sweet pussy while you choke on me.”

They moved in sync.

One thrust forward, the other pulled back.

She was a rag doll between them. Helpless. Soaked. Loved. Used.

And she was shaking.

Close. So close.

“Mmph—” her cry was muffled by the cock in her throat.

She was clenching. So hard.

“Not yet,” her Dom hissed. He pulled out of her mouth, slapping her cheek gently with his wet tip. “Tell us what you are.”

She whimpered, gasped, voice trembling.

“Y-your toy… your slut… I belong to you…”

“Louder.”

“I’m your fucktoy,” she sobbed. “Please… let me come. Please…”

Both men growled.

“Now.”

And then—release.

Her body shattered.

Her back arched, wrists jerking in the cuffs. Her pussy clenched around the cock inside her, milking him, dripping over his thighs. Her moans turned into sobs of bliss, lips still wet from her Dom’s cock.

The man inside her cursed, thrust once—twice—then came deep, holding himself inside as she pulsed around him, twitching.

Her Dom stroked her jaw, slow and sweet.

“That’s it, kitten. Let them all watch you fall apart.”

And she did.

Completely.

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