But then I felt weight on the other side.
Which was Darien, my mind screamed at me, which was my Master.
Then a hand took my left arm and pulled it above me, tied it to the bed, and then the same happened to the right. Despite the differences in Daniel and Darien's skin and hand types, I still couldn't tell which was which, or even if it was those two men. They wore gloves, tight, fitting, I thought, of synthetic leather. I knew the feel of that fabric. I had worn enough of it over the year.
I breathed deeply, to try and calm myself, but when I felt cool metal against the breast of my dress, it caught in my throat.
It was a knife. Slowly it cut the dress and bra away. My breasts would be exposed.
There was a gasp, but in my panic I couldn't tell from which side.
I heard someone whisper, "So beautiful", then a low chuckle.
Damn this panic. Then a glove-covered hand touched my right foot and slid up my leg, my thigh, to my hips, by belly, then caressed my breast, my neck, back down.
The torture, the exquisite torture, it was driving me to chills, to sweet chills. I knew I was getting wet, turned on. This was after-all, my fantasy.
Suddenly another hand touched my pussy, the gentle wet, was getting attention. But still, I had no idea who it was.
A finger entered, and a gasp escaped my lips. Another soon followed.
Then there was a hand at my anal hole, one finger covered in lubricant, pushed in and I gasped at the uncommon intrusion. Darien rarely touched me there.
I found that I was moving in slow gyrations, to match their movements, and they adapted to each other, through me. One would speed up, and I with it, the other would follow. Desire built up, need, pressure.
My breathing became loud, ragged, a gasp, a cry and I exploded in orgasm. But the hands, the fingers didn't stop to let me recover, they carried on, riding the waves with me.
After I had cum at least twice more, maybe it was three, the fingers at my pussy left, the one at my rear follows suit. Then there was a mouth at my pussy, lapping up the juice that was flowing. It sent tingles down my spine and I tired to wriggle away and into the tongue at the same time. My legs wrapped around the head, and the hair was soft against my legs. I knew that this had to be Daniel.
My Darien has course hair that would scratch me.
The tongue worked me into another orgasm, and another.
Then it left and hands gently pried my legs apart. The strange thing was that from how my legs were being held, there was one at each side.
Realisation hit me like a hammer.
There were three of them.
Then I felt it; the body of another man, mysterious number three, who entered me too quickly. Who took his own pleasure, who fucked me without mercy.
Without a condom I realised.
But instead of swearing at him, instead of fighting him off, I loved it. I loved having no control. That was something that made Darien and I the perfect match. He loved having control over my body.
My legs were released, and I wrapped them around him, whoever he was.
I arched up to meet his thrusts as best I could, considering my arms were still tied behind me.
Desire pulsed through me, as I fucked, and was fucked.
Then he stiffened, gave a cry I didn't recognise, and exploded into me.
He withdrew silently, but brushed my lips with a gentle kiss.
My hands were being untied, but I heard Darien's voice tell me not to take the blindfold off. I felt one body lie on the bed beside me, and the other two helped me until I was straddling him, his cook at my entrance, and I heard my master tell me to have him. I felt this cook enter me, hands guiding mine to the bed-head for leverage, and I moved.
I rocked, taking my pleasure of this man, this body that I had known.
We speed up, lust becoming undeniable, and moved as one.
A hand at my back pushed me forward slightly, and I felt a ready cook at my rear. I welcomed it; the pain of his entry quickly became pleasure, as the three of us fucked faster and faster. Then I lost whatever control I had had, and I was being fucked harder and harder, the men withdrawing and suddenly re-entering me, but cradling my body, so I wouldn't fall when I finally came.
But these two didn't know me that well, because although I grew exhausted with the fucking, and the pressure built, I didn't cum.
I rarely do during sex.
But they both did, in a final thrust, the man behind me grunted, and spilled his load into me, and the one beneath me did the same. One rolled off me, and I fell to the bed, off the other.
We were all panting when I heard Darien. "Did you cum my sparrow?"
"No," I gasped, trying to control my breathing.
The men to either side of me were obviously surprised, but my master laughed.
He came to me, and as I suspected he would, he didn't enter me, but lay his swollen cock between my pussy lips, and moved. Instantly, I wrapped my legs around his waist and moved with him. Then it came, and it was so intense I was shuddering in his arms. With me recovering, he told the other two to wait in the living room for him.
Then he himself took the blindfold off, and asked me if I had enjoyed that little fantasy.
I told him that I could tell him how much I enjoyed or show him.
I'm sure our unrestrained cries had the other two men hard again, but now I was once again Darien's woman.
After our lovemaking, he raised himself from the bed, a sheen of sweat covering his body. "I'll go and tell them you enjoyed today."
"May I ask who the third was?"
"You can ask, but then you'll never be able to face my mother again without blushing."
So his brother or father.
Either way, I didn't care. I was so tired, all I wanted was sleep.
"Rest, my love. Hopefully soon, we'll have that child we want so much, and I hear that sex during early pregnancy can be exhilarating."
