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Adding Daniel

Chapter Nineteen: Adding Daniel As the early afternoon sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Jim and Sarah stepped into the luxurious suite. The spacious living area was elegantly furnished, and the panoramic view of the city skyline stretched out before them. Jim placed their bags down and did a quick survey of the suite, ensuring everything was perfect. He turned to Sarah, his voice calm and steady. "I'm going to step out and get some refreshments for tonight. Use this time to prepare and follow the instructions I gave you. I’ll be back soon." Sarah nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. As Jim left the suite, she took a deep breath and headed to the bathroom to start her preparation. The quiet of the suite surrounded her, allowing her to focus on each step, her thoughts a swirl of anticipation and determination. As Sarah closed the bathroom door behind her, she took a moment to steady herself. The cool marble under her feet and the soft lighting in the bathroom contrasted with the warmth building inside her. She began to methodically follow Jim’s instructions, her hands steady even as her mind raced. She thought about the journey that had led her here—the trust she had built with Jim, the boundaries she had pushed, and the freedom she found in surrender. The anticipation of Daniel’s arrival added a new layer of complexity—a mixture of curiosity, excitement, and a touch of anxiety. She reminded herself why she was doing this—not just for Jim, but for her own growth, her own exploration of her limits and desires. Each step of preparation became a ritual, a reaffirmation of her commitment to this path of submission and discovery. As Sarah completed her preparations, she carefully dressed in the outfit Jim had laid out for her. The sleek black dress hugged her curves, its hem just short enough to hint at the garters underneath. She wore no panties, just the smooth straps of the garters against her skin, heightening her awareness of every movement. The cupless bra framed her breasts, leaving her feeling exposed and ready, just as Jim had instructed. She slipped on a pair of high heels, the final touch that completed the look, adding height and elegance. After adjusting her outfit, Sarah gathered her long black hair and tied it into a sleek ponytail. The simple act felt like a final touch, a symbol of her readiness and focus. The ponytail accentuated the line of her neck and shoulders, adding to the elegant yet provocative look Jim had envisioned. As she stepped out of the bathroom, her hair neatly tied back, and her heels clicking softly against the floor, she felt a surge of confidence. She was ready, fully prepared for whatever awaited her. Jim returned to the suite a short while later, carrying a bottle of Sarah’s favorite fine tequila and a bottle of fine bourbon for himself and Daniel. He found her standing near the window, her posture poised and her eyes reflecting a blend of anticipation and resolve. He set the bottles on the table and poured them each a small measure of tequila—not a shot, but a sip meant to calm and center. Handing her the glass, Jim met her gaze, his voice steady and reassuring. “You’re ready for this, Sarah. Everything we’ve done has prepared you for tonight. Trust in yourself and in us.” Sarah took a slow sip, feeling the warmth of the tequila spread through her, grounding her in the moment. They talked quietly about what lay ahead, Jim’s words reinforcing her confidence, and Sarah drawing strength from his calm assurance. Jim leaned in slightly. “I’ve got everything planned out. Daniel doesn’t have much experience with BDSM. He told me his past relationships always started well but ended up feeling flat, like something important was missing. He’s wondering if this path might help him build something deeper, more lasting.” Sarah nodded slowly. “I didn’t know all of that. It’s a good thing. I’d really like to help him—especially if he’s looking for something meaningful. He seems like a nice guy.” Jim gave her a warm smile. “He is. And tonight, I’ll be more controlling than usual—not because I expect more from you, but because I want him to see how power and trust can really work together. There’s no pressure, sweetheart. I just want you to enjoy this and be yourself. But also, know that you’re showing him what’s possible.” She paused for a moment, then asked quietly, “What if I start having feelings for him?” Jim didn’t flinch. “That’s okay. It’s called polyamory—caring for more than one person. A former partner once told me it’s like a mother who has a second child. She doesn’t love the first any less—she just loves them both, each in their own way.” Sarah’s eyes softened. “That makes a lot of sense. I hadn’t thought about it that way before, but it’s comforting. I think I can handle it.” Then, after a pause, she looked up at him again. “I just want you to know how much I appreciate everything you’ve done for me. You’ve opened my horizons and shown me a life I never could have even dreamed of. Thank you, Jim.” Jim’s expression melted into something softer, deeper. He reached out and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “Hearing that means a lot to me, Sarah. Watching you grow and embrace this journey has been incredible. I’m grateful to have you by my side.” He leaned In and kissed her forehead, a silent promise of the trust and bond they shared At precisely 7 p.m., a knock echoed through the suite. Jim moved to the door. When he opened it, Daniel stood there—well-dressed, composed, though his eyes held a flicker of nervous curiosity. “Right on time,” Jim said, offering a firm handshake. “Wouldn’t miss it,” Daniel replied, stepping inside. Just then, Sarah emerged from the bedroom. She wore the sleek black dress, heels, and her hair tied in a neat ponytail. Her face lit with a warm smile as she crossed the room. “Hi, Daniel,” she said gently, wrapping her arms around him in a soft hug. “Thank you for coming.” Daniel returned the hug, smiling. “It’s good to see you.” Jim poured drinks—tequila for Sarah, bourbon for the men. They talked for a few minutes, the conversation casual and warm, just enough to ease Daniel into the space. Jim eventually leaned back, glass in hand, and looked at him thoughtfully. “I’ve been giving a lot of thought to how we’d handle tonight. I want you to get a real feel for what this can be—how trust and structure come together in a dynamic like ours. So I’ll be guiding Sarah, just as I always do. You’ll see it in action.” Daniel nodded slowly. “That actually makes me feel a lot more comfortable. Watching it play out sounds… really helpful.” Jim smiled. “Good. No pressure on you. Just take it in.” Sarah listened and contributed with a soft grace, present but never dominant in the space. Then Jim’s tone shifted slightly—still calm, but focused. He looked at Sarah. “Daniel asked if he could do something for you first tonight, and I completely agreed.” She met his eyes without hesitation. Jim continued, “And for the rest of the evening, you’ll refer to him as ‘Sir.’ Also, tonight, sweetheart, you may come as often as you like. As deeply as you need. I want you to enjoy every moment. I probably didn’t have to say that, but I don’t want there to be any doubt.” A breath caught in her chest, and she nodded. “Yes, Sir.” Jim looked at Daniel and said, “I would never forbid my submissives from coming, but some Doms do. I just wanted you to know that is not how we play.” Jim continued, “Sarah, go to the bedroom, take off the dress and the heels, and bring back your collar for me.” A moment later, the bedroom door opened again. Sarah stepped out—barefoot now, the black dress gone. She wore only her cupless bra and garters, her posture composed. In her hands, she held her collar. Without a word, she crossed the room, her steps light and deliberate. She lowered herself gracefully to her knees in front of Jim, head slightly bowed, collar resting in her upturned palms. Jim looked down at her, calm but intense. He set his glass aside and leaned forward, taking the collar gently from her hands. His fingers brushed hers—deliberate, steady, in control. He held the collar for a moment. “This is yours, and tonight is yours… you’ve earned it every day.” Sarah’s breath caught slightly, but she remained still, her head tilted forward in submission. Jim reached around her neck, fastening the collar slowly. The soft click of the buckle echoed in the quiet room. Once secured, he rested his hands briefly on her shoulders. He tilted her chin up and kissed her—slow, deliberate, claiming. “You’re mine,” he said softly. Sarah’s voice was almost a whisper. “Yes, Sir.” Jim brushed a strand of hair back from her face, then looked to Daniel. “This is where everything begins.” Jim gave her a faint, approving smile. “Good. Go to him. Give him a kiss.” Sarah rose and stepped barefoot toward Daniel. She stood in front of him, met his eyes, and with warmth said, “Thank you again for coming, Sir.” Then she leaned in and kissed him—soft, lingering, and full of quiet desire. “Well,” Jim said, rising from his seat, “we might as well join her.” Jim walked over to one of the nearby chairs and, without ceremony, began to undress—unbuttoning his shirt, then folding it neatly before placing it on the armrest. Daniel followed suit, mirroring Jim’s pace, carefully folding each item of clothing and setting it aside. “Sarah,” Jim said, “fold our guest’s clothes for him.” “Yes, Sir,” she said. In a matter of moments, both men stood unclothed, the mood shifting yet again—less formal now, more intimate, more equalized. Jim looked at Daniel, his voice steady. “No masks here. That’s the point.” Daniel gave a short nod, exhaling slowly. “Right.” They were ready. With their clothes neatly folded and set aside, Jim and Daniel stood quietly for a moment, the energy in the room softer now—intimate, trusting. Jim glanced at Daniel, then turned to Sarah, who had just put away Daniel’s last article of clothing and turned to Jim with quiet focus. “Sarah,” Jim said gently, “as I said earlier, Daniel and I have been talking. He asked if he could do something for you first tonight.” He let that settle for a moment before continuing. “I told him yes.” “Color?” “Green, Sir,” she said. He gestured softly. “Give him another kiss and let him guide you to what he wants to do.” Sarah’s breath trembled slightly as she nodded. She turned toward Daniel, her body relaxed and open. She looked up into his face—searching, steady—then leaned in and kissed him again. It was slow, unhurried, a kiss filled with softness and mutual exploration. Daniel responded with care, one hand rising tentatively to her waist, his touch gentle, respectful. When they finally parted, Jim’s voice came again, warm and steady. “Now sit down on the couch, Sarah. Make yourself comfortable. Spread your legs for him.” Sarah turned, moved to the couch, and sat down gracefully. She leaned back slightly and opened herself to him—physically, yes, but more than that. She invited him in, a gesture of trust and welcome. Daniel knelt slowly before her, his movements careful and reverent. He placed his hands gently on her thighs, meeting her gaze once more for permission. She gave a small nod, her breath catching as his mouth began to explore her, his tongue soft and slow, discovering her with intention and care. The room was quiet except for the rhythm of breath, the energy pulsing steady and low—intimate, real, and entirely theirs. Sarah’s breath deepened, her hands gripping the edge of the cushion as Daniel worked with steady focus. His mouth moved with reverence, not just to please, but to understand her, to read the language of her body. And she responded—not with urgency, but with openness, her legs trembling slightly as pleasure built slowly within her. Jim remained seated nearby, watching with quiet intensity, his expression unreadable but deeply present. He didn’t interfere—he didn’t need to. This was part of the lesson, part of what Daniel had come here to feel for himself. Sarah’s fingers found their way to Daniel’s hair, not to guide, but simply to anchor herself. Her breath came faster now, her hips gently lifting toward him. And still, Daniel moved with control, never rushing, as if he knew the weight of what had been given to him. Finally, Sarah let out a soft, helpless sound—half a sigh, half a cry—as the wave overtook her. Her body trembled through the climax, her thighs clenching around his head, then falling open again as she slowly relaxed. Daniel lingered, pressing a final, tender kiss to her inner thigh before lifting his head. His lips and chin were damp, but his eyes were calm, steady, almost in awe. Sarah looked at him through hazy eyes, her voice breathless but clear. “Thank you, Sir.” Daniel lifted his head slowly, lips damp, eyes wide and full of awe. “You’re welcome,” he said softly. Jim, who had been watching quietly, finally spoke. “You pleased her well.” Daniel glanced at him, still catching his breath. “She’s… incredible.” Jim’s voice was calm. “And she’s just getting started.” As Sarah’s breathing slowly returned to normal, she lay still for a moment, her skin flushed, body limp with satisfaction. Jim rose from his chair and moved to the couch, lowering himself with quiet authority. “Daniel,” he said, his tone smooth but commanding, “come sit beside me and let’s give Sarah the chance to please both of us.” Daniel nodded and took the seat next to him, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes as he settled in. Jim looked down at Sarah, who was now watching them with quiet attentiveness. “Sweetheart,” he said, “come here. I want you to pleasure both of us now—back and forth.” Sarah rose, her body moving on instinct now, graceful and eager. She knelt between them, her eyes flicking from Jim to Daniel and back again, awaiting her next instruction. Jim glanced at Daniel, his voice even. “The intention is for both of us to enjoy this—but I’d like you to come if you can. That way, you’ll have more control when you’re inside her later.” Daniel gave a small, knowing nod. “Understood.” Jim turned his attention back to Sarah. “Start with me, and let Daniel see what he is in for.” She nodded, leaned in, and took Jim into her mouth as she reached to softly stroke Daniel’s cock—slow, controlled, reverent. Her lips parted wide to take him in fully, her tongue working along the underside of his shaft in slow, teasing strokes. Jim exhaled sharply, his hand settling lightly on the back of her head. After a few minutes, Jim tapped her gently. “Now Daniel.” Sarah shifted without hesitation, turning to Daniel. Her hand wrapped around the base of his cock as she leaned in and slowly took him into her mouth. He groaned softly, his eyes closing as her lips slid down around him, warm and wet and steady. Jim watched her work, proud and pleased, his voice low and certain. “Good girl. Take your time. Make it feel good for both of us.” And she did—moving between them with rhythm and care, her mouth and hands attentive, giving them both the pleasure they desired. Sarah moved between them in a slow, practiced rhythm—her breath hot, her lips slick, her body kneeling in perfect submission as she took her time on each man. With Jim, she was confident and steady, knowing just how he liked it. With Daniel, she explored more cautiously at first, adjusting to his size, to his sounds, to the way his hand tensed in her hair as she took him deeper. She alternated between them, giving her full focus to one, then the other, but maintaining contact with at least one hand always on them both. She let her hands and mouth speak the language of service. Jim leaned back into the couch, eyes fixed on her, one hand resting on her shoulder each time she returned to him. Daniel’s breathing grew heavier, more erratic. He looked at Jim as if to check in, but Jim just gave him a calm nod. “Let it happen if it needs to.” Sarah returned to Daniel’s cock, her mouth wrapping around him with more hunger now. She felt him start to swell slightly, his hips twitching. She deepened her rhythm, moaning softly around him, letting the sound vibrate through him as her tongue pressed and flicked with intention. With a low groan and a whispered “Fuck…,” Daniel came—gripping the edge of the couch, shuddering as he emptied into her mouth. Sarah held him there, swallowing without hesitation, her eyes fluttering closed as she finished him with care. When he finally sagged back into the couch, breathless and wide-eyed, Sarah turned to Jim, her lips still wet, waiting. Jim reached down and stroked her cheek. “Beautiful. You did that beautifully.” He glanced over at Daniel, who let out a short breath and gave a quiet laugh. “That was… intense.” “You’ll have more control when you fuck her now,” Jim said simply, then looked back down at Sarah. “She is a good girl, isn’t she?” Daniel agreed, “She is a very good girl indeed.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jim rose from the couch and walked toward the kitchenette, pouring glasses of water for all three of them. The room was quiet except for the sound of ice shifting gently in the glass as he returned. Daniel and Sarah now sat together on the couch, noticeably more relaxed, a subtle intimacy forming between them. Jim handed each of them a glass and settled into a chair opposite them. Daniel looked at Sarah, curiosity in his voice. “Can I ask you something personal?” She nodded softly. “What does it feel like? Submission, I mean. Especially with Jim. What goes through your mind?” Sarah looked down for a moment, thoughtful. Then she smiled. “When I wear the collar—or when Jim takes control of a room—it’s like a warmth settles over me. Like I’m finally allowed to breathe. Everything I don’t need just falls away. I don’t have to lead, think, anticipate. I just let go, and in that letting go, I feel everything more intensely. I feel wanted. Seen. Safe.” Daniel nodded slowly, visibly absorbing her words. After a beat, Jim’s voice broke the quiet. “Sarah,” he said firmly but gently, “crawl to me.” Her eyes flicked to his. She set her glass down and slipped gracefully from the couch onto her hands and knees. Slowly, deliberately, she crawled to him—each movement sensual, her hips swaying as her knees padded softly against the carpet. When she reached him, she positioned herself between his legs and looked up at him. Without needing another word, she leaned forward and took Jim’s cock into her mouth, her lips parting around him with reverent hunger. Her mouth moved with slow expertise, her tongue caressing every inch. Jim groaned low in his throat and placed a hand gently on her head. Then he turned his attention to Daniel. “Come here.” Daniel rose and walked over slowly, still naked, his breath already deepening. Jim’s voice was calm but commanding. “Feel her pussy. Feel how wet she gets being used… being told what to do.” Daniel knelt beside her and reached down, his fingers sliding between her thighs. She moaned around Jim’s cock, her body arching slightly at the touch. “She’s soaked,” Daniel murmured in surprise. Jim’s tone remained composed. “Now slip your cock into her pussy while she keeps sucking me.” Daniel positioned himself behind her and pressed forward, guiding himself into her slick warmth. Sarah gasped around Jim’s cock as she was filled, her body clenching in response to the dual sensation. Jim stroked her hair, watching the rhythm begin. “The key here is to work as a team on her. If you get too aggressive and she stops sucking me, I’ll have to ask you to slow down.” Daniel nodded and adjusted his thrusts—slow, deep, and deliberate. The three of them moved in harmony: Sarah sandwiched between their bodies, held in a rhythm of pleasure and control. She moaned again, muffled by Jim’s cock, as Daniel’s hands gripped her hips and Jim whispered praises to her, low and hot. “That’s it, sweetheart. Take what we give you.” The night, now unmistakably in motion, promised much more still to come. Daniel continued fucking her, slowly, deliberately, watching the way her back arched with each stroke, the way her thighs trembled when he adjusted his angle. He listened—attentive to every moan, every gasp that escaped around Jim’s cock. Her body writhed between them, surrounded by attention and controlled sensation. Jim occasionally spoke—words of guidance, words of pride. Daniel kept his rhythm, steady and deep, each movement designed to push her closer, to keep her grounded in pleasure. Finally, Sarah tensed. Her fingers dug into Jim’s thighs, and her mouth paused around his cock for a moment as a guttural moan escaped her throat. Then her whole body quaked—her climax crashing over her like a breaking wave. She came hard, deep, her entire frame shaking with the intensity. Daniel held her hips firmly as she rode out the orgasm, slowing only once her spasms began to ease. Jim murmured softly to her, brushing her hair back, one hand on her shoulder anchoring her in the moment. “That’s my girl.” As her climax slowly subdued, the rhythm between them deepened. Daniel began to move again—steadily, intentionally—pushing into her from behind with long, measured strokes. Each thrust rocked her forward slightly, and with every push, her lips slipped deeper over Jim’s cock. They found a perfect sync. Daniel’s movements drove her forward, and she took Jim deeper, moaning softly with each surge. Over and over, Daniel pushed and she responded—sucking, gasping, groaning with abandon. Her hands clutched Jim’s thighs, her breath rapid through her nose, every part of her caught between the twin forces of possession and devotion. And still, she kept going—sucking and moaning. Daniel kept going—fucking her again and again. Together, they moved like a machine of desire, until none of them could remember how it began—only that it wasn’t close to ending yet. The heat rose in her again, slowly at first, then faster as Daniel’s rhythm deepened. Her breath hitched around Jim’s cock, and her moans grew more insistent. Every nerve seemed to flare, every inch of her skin alive with sensation. She started moving harder, her hips pressing back into Daniel with need, her mouth taking Jim deeper with each thrust. Her moans turned to whimpers, to groans, to full-throated surrender as the orgasm built again, deep and fierce. Jim looked down at her, his voice low and certain. “Come for us.” And she did. She came again—exploding around Daniel’s cock, her body spasming with pleasure as she cried out through Jim’s length, trembling uncontrollably between them. Daniel grunted, fighting his own edge, holding steady as he fucked her through it, keeping the rhythm that sent her soaring. She kept sucking. She kept moaning. And they didn’t stop. Jim said, “Daniel, keep fucking her just like you are. But about every tenth stroke you make, give her a little swat on her ass and see how she reacts for you.” He watched as Daniel nodded, gripping her hips a little firmer. “I want you to be a part of being her Dominant tonight as well,” Jim continued. “It’s not just about pleasure. It’s about taking her over that edge with two Dominants.” Daniel adjusted his grip, sliding his hands lower to cup her ass, then resumed his deep, steady thrusts. After a slow count, on the tenth stroke, he lifted his hand and gave her a light but firm swat across her right cheek. Sarah jerked slightly, her entire body tightening around both men. A deep, unexpected moan escaped around Jim’s cock, her eyes fluttering shut. Her breath caught, and she stilled for a heartbeat as though the sensation had short-circuited her. Then her hips rocked back against Daniel’s cock with renewed urgency. Jim felt the change instantly. “That got her attention,” he said with a pleased murmur. Daniel continued, thrusting again, slow and deliberate. As he neared another ten, he gave her another swat—this time slightly firmer. Sarah whimpered around Jim, her body trembling beneath the layered stimulation. Each spank seemed to melt more of her resistance, shaking something loose inside her. Her rhythm faltered just for a moment before she surged forward again, taking Jim deeper into her throat with every push. “Fuck,” Daniel muttered under his breath, watching the way her body responded—arching, tightening, shivering. “She likes it. She really likes it.” Jim’s smile deepened. “I think you’re a natural. Can you see how much she’s giving you right now?” Daniel gave her another slow thrust, followed by a sharp slap to her ass. Sarah let out a sound that was half gasp, half growl. Her thighs trembled, her fingers dug into Jim’s skin. Every nerve was lit, every breath ragged with pleasure. “She’s close again,” Jim said. “Ride it out with her. Keep her there until she can’t hold it anymore.” Daniel nodded, eyes fixed on the place where their bodies met. “Yes, Sir.” He began teasing her—pulling his cock nearly all the way out, letting her body beg for it before slamming back in. Each time he spanked her, he followed with a deep, possessive thrust. The combination drove her wild. Her cries vibrated around Jim’s cock as Daniel fucked her harder, then teased again, letting her body clench and whimper from the denial, only to be filled again, fully, roughly, completely. Her arms shook. Her back arched. The tension was unbearable. Another slap. Another plunge. And she broke. The orgasm came out of nowhere, and it consumed her. Her body convulsed violently, her knees giving out as she collapsed forward off her hands, falling slightly to the side. She cried out around Jim as her whole frame spasmed, her pussy pulsing uncontrollably around Daniel’s cock. Daniel pulled out quickly, stroking himself twice before groaning and releasing—thick spurts of cum striping across her ass and lower back as she shuddered below him. Both men moved without hesitation. Jim gently guided her off his cock, then leaned in to cradle her head. Daniel reached to support her waist. Together, they lifted her trembling form and carried her carefully to the bedroom. They laid her on the bed on her side, her body still twitching from aftershocks. Her eyes were dazed, unfocused, floating. Daniel began to move behind her, but Jim placed a hand on his chest and shook his head. “No,” Jim said softly. “I want her to see you. To kiss you. Stay in front of her. Hold her. Let her feel it all.” Jim grabbed a nearby towel, warm and damp, and gently wiped Daniel’s release from her skin. Every movement was slow, careful, reverent. Once she was clean, Jim climbed onto the bed behind her, spooning her from behind, one arm curled protectively over her waist. Daniel nestled in front of her, face to face, his hands stroking her arms, her hair, her cheek. She blinked slowly, then leaned forward and kissed him softly, dreamlike. Jim whispered into her ear, “That’s it, sweetheart. Float. You’re safe.” Wrapped between them, their bodies warm and steady, Sarah finally let herself drift into a deep, peaceful sleep—held in the arms of the men who had taken her to the edge, and carried her back again. After a time, Sarah stirred. Her body was sore and sated, but the sensation of warmth and closeness around her stirred something deeper. She could feel Jim behind her—his body solid, warm, his breath slow and even against her neck. She reached back with one hand, searching until her fingers found his cock. He was already half-hard. She began to stroke him gently, her touch soft and slow. In front of her, Daniel shifted, sensing her movement. She leaned forward and kissed him—long, deep, and unhurried. There was a softness in it, but also heat rising again. “Thank you,” she whispered against his lips. Then she turned her head slightly, looking over her shoulder. “And thank you, Sir… oh my God, that was incredible.” Jim stirred, his arm tightening around her waist. “You were incredible,” he said softly, his voice low and full of pride. She let out a breathless laugh and wriggled slightly between them, overwhelmed by the sensation of being surrounded by them both. Her hands moved slowly—one down Jim’s body, the other sliding toward Daniel. She found both of their cocks and stroked them together, feeling them grow harder in her grip. “I can’t get enough of you,” she said, her voice full of wonder and arousal. “My pussy is dripping for you both.” She turned herself in the bed, slipping down between them. Her mouth found Daniel’s cock first—lips parting to take him in again, warm and eager. She moaned around him, the sound deep and hungry. Then she turned, taking Jim into her mouth, her tongue swirling with practiced affection. Back and forth she went, her hands caressing, stroking, touching both of them. Her body was still trembling from earlier, but her hunger had returned, fierce and open. She wanted them again. She wanted to be filled. To serve. To be taken. And the night was far from over. Jim watched her for a long, silent moment, then said calmly, “Crawl to the couch. Kneel there and wait for us.” Sarah didn’t hesitate. She slipped out of the bed, dropped to her hands and knees, and began crawling toward the couch, her hips swaying, her movements slow and sensual. The soft thud of her knees on the floor matched the quiet intensity in the room. Jim looked over at Daniel with a glint in his eyes. “I’ve got an idea. Something I’ve been thinking about for a while,” he said. “Maybe this will be fun. I think you’ll like it.” He stood and walked over to a nearby bag, pulling out a bottle of lube. He went to the couch where Sarah was already kneeling, waiting. He sat down and opened the bottle, then drizzled a generous amount of lube onto his cock, working it in slowly with both hands. Sarah looked at him, breath catching in her throat. Jim met her eyes. “You know what this is for, don’t you?” “Yes, Master,” she whispered. “Good. Stand with your back to me, and slide your ass down onto my cock.” She stood, turned around, and reached back to spread her cheeks, exposing herself completely. With a deep breath, she lowered herself onto him, feeling the thick, lubed length stretch her inch by inch. Her lips parted in a helpless gasp as she sank down until he was fully buried in her ass. She couldn’t help her self but to move up and down on him as she touched her pussy. Jim groaned and wrapped his arms around her torso, pulling her close until her back was flush to his chest. He leaned in and kissed her neck as he pulled her knees up with both hands, opening her legs wide, her soaked pussy fully exposed. He looked up at Daniel. “Now it’s yours to do with as you will. For as long as you like. Take her. Make her our fuck toy.” Daniel didn’t wait. He dropped to his knees in front of her, eyes dark with hunger. He leaned in and began to lick her slowly, his tongue parting her slick folds, teasing her clit. Two fingers pushed into her tight pussy—tightened even more by the stretch of Jim’s cock in her ass. Sarah cried out, trembling. Her head lolled back against Jim’s shoulder. Jim moved one had to her throat, not to choke her but just for her to feel it there. Daniel’s voice was low, rough. “Do you like being our little fuck toy?” “Yes, Sir,” she gasped. “Do you like being used?” “Yes, Sir!” “Do you like serving two Dominants—two Masters?” She cried out again, the words alone enough to send her over the edge. Her body spasmed as she came, hard, her pussy clenching around Daniel’s fingers, her whole body vibrating against the twin sensations. Daniel didn’t stop. He licked her again, teased her clit, made her come a second time, then a third—until she was whimpering, begging for mercy and more in the same breath. Jim held her firmly, whispering praise in her ear. “Good girl. You take it so well. Let it happen. Let us have you.” Finally, Daniel stood, stroking his cock as he looked down at her wrecked, beautiful body. “I’m going to fuck your pussy now,” he said, voice low and commanding. “I’m going to show you what it feels like to have two men inside you at the same time. I’m going to make you scream. And you’re going to obey me—and you’re going to obey Jim. You’re going to be a good girl from now on. Do you understand?” “Yes… please…” she moaned. “Please fuck my pussy while Jim fucks my ass. Please…” Daniel positioned himself at her entrance and thrust in slowly, groaning as her tight, stretched pussy gripped him. Sarah screamed—pleasure, fullness, submission crashing into her all at once. Jim shifted beneath her, rolling his hips to match Daniel’s rhythm. The motion rocked her between them, both men fucking her, filling her, owning her. Her cries filled the room. She belonged to them. She slipped into an almost continuous orgasm, wave after wave breaking inside her as both men filled her, fucked her, used her. Her body moved on instinct now—trembling, writhing, gasping with every thrust. The sensation was endless, overwhelming, pure. The sound of their bodies meeting, their groans, the stretch and heat of them inside her—it was all too much, and not nearly enough. They took her. They owned her. Her thoughts unraveled, her words vanished. She was incoherent now, babbling, crying out, whimpering into the space of the room as her mind dissolved into pure subspace. Everything was sensation. Everything was theirs. Daniel felt it first—the tightening in his balls, the burn in his spine. His hands gripped her thighs tighter, his rhythm faltering slightly. “I’m close,” he groaned, eyes locked on her flushed, ruined body. Behind her, Jim’s voice was low and sharp. “I am too.” Sarah gasped, her hips jerking between them as the words hit her like a command. “Yes, yes, yes!” she cried. Daniel’s face twisted in release as he came—hard, deep, his cock pulsing and spilling inside her. The sudden heat sent her into yet another orgasm, her entire body clamping down around him, sobbing with pleasure. Jim felt Daniel’s pulses through the thin sheet of flesh that separated them, the realization of what they had brought about pushed him over and then Jim groaned behind her—deep and guttural—as he thrust up once, twice, then came with a hot rush, filling her ass completely. She screamed as she felt him explode inside her, the sensation pushing her over the edge one final time. Her whole body gave out, and she collapsed forward onto Daniel’s chest, his arms catching her. Her fingers reached behind her, blindly, and found Jim’s hand—clutching it tight as she trembled. One last orgasm tore through her, full-bodied and wild, a final cry of surrender. And then she was still. Held between them. Filled. Claimed. Owned.