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“There she is… Do you see her?”
“How could I miss her…” Namjoon said with a wide eyed smirk.
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The car Hoseok ordered picked you up after the show and took you to a luxury hotel about 30 minutes away. You were given a Dior bag that contained a beautiful emerald green lingerie set. You knew Hoseok picked it out special, since it was going to be Namjoon’s first time with the two of you.
You had been Hoseok’s submissive for nearly eight months now. Three weeks ago, he had approached and asked how you would feel about Namjoon joining in for a special night. Needless to say you agreed, no questions asked.
You walked through the hotel lobby toward the private elevator to the presidential penthouse suite. You had been here before with Hoseok, so you knew exactly where to go. You pressed the elevator button and stood for a moment waiting. As soon as the doors opened, there was Namjoon, looking like a CEO. His shirt was tight-- it looked like his buttons were about to pop off, so stretched were they over his broad chest, and his arms looked like they were two seconds from ripping the sleeves apart.
“Step inside.” You startled ever so slightly as Hoseok’s voice whispered in your ear, and you felt his presence behind you.
He placed his hand on your lower back and guided you towards Namjoon. You now stood in the middle, facing Namjoon, with Hoseok standing directly behind you. Hoseok placed his hands on your shoulders and slid your jacket off, revealing the stunning lingerie set hugging your figure. Namjoon gazed down at you with his dragon eyes, licking his lips at the sight of your beautiful body. You kept eye contact with Namjoon as Hoseok’s hands started roaming your body.
“On your knees,” Hoseok said, moving his hands to your shoulders and pushing down.
Namjoon quickly moved to undo his belt and zipper, revealing his hardness to you.
“Kitten, show Namjoon how well I’ve taught you.”
You took your hands and guided Namjoon’s hard cock into your mouth, running your tongue in circles around the tip. Hoseok’s hands held your hair back as you started to move Namjoon in and out of your mouth. One of your hands massaged the base of his cock, the other grabbed his perfectly toned ass.
“Deeper, Kitten,” Hoseok commanded, pushing your head forward so Namjoon was even further down your throat.
Obscene sounds began to come from your mouth as you tried to fight for air. Namjoon raised his hands to your head, holding you steady as he began to fuck your mouth so hard tears started rolling down your face, so deep down your throat your lips were touching his base.
“Enough,” Hoseok hissed.
Namjoon released his hands from you and removed himself from your mouth. You stayed still, chest heaving, trying to catch your breath as you looked up at Namjoon.
You heard the elevator door open behind you.
“Stand up,” Hoseok said quietly as he helped you up to your feet.
You and Namjoon were still making eye contact as you heard Hoseok rustling around behind you. All of a sudden a dark fabric was placed in front of your eyes and tied around your head. You stayed still, waiting to be told what to do next. “Hands out in front of you. Namjoon, tie her wrists,” Hoseok instructed. You felt the leather from Namjoon’s belt tightly circling your wrists.
“Grab her and follow me,” Hoseok directed.
Namjoon stepped forward and picked you up, throwing you up over his shoulders. You heard Hoseok’s footsteps, followed by Namjoon’s, on what sounded like a hard marble floor.
“Lay her down here and bind her ankles.” Hoseok’s voice again. You were trembling in anticipation of what was to come.
Namjoon gently set you down and laid you in place as Hoseok instructed. He moved his hands down the left side of your body until he got to your ankle. You felt him tighten a soft silky fabric over your skin, securing you to something hard, before he moved to your right side, doing the same there. You were on what felt like a massage table, soft but sturdy. You knew you were in for it. You laid on your back, hands tied above your head, your ankles tied so that your legs were spread open and ready.
“If you’re good, I’ll let Namjoon have his way with you, kitten. But if you make a sound… you will not cum at all tonight.” You heard the click of a vibrator as Hoseok issued the warning. You felt the cold vibrator touch the top of your breast. You squirmed slightly at the sensation.
“Namjoon, grab that,” Hoseok instructed.
You heard Namjoon pick something up, then soft leather tassels running up the inside of your right leg. You jerked your hips up as the tassels got closer to your center. Hoseok moved the vibrator down your stomach and back up to your other breast as Namjoon started to tease your center with the leather tassels. You began to squirm again, jerking your hips up at the touch of the leather. Hoseok started to drag the vibrator down your belly again, to the top of the garter belt you were wearing, while the leather tassels were still teasing your wetness through the emerald colored underwear. Hoseok moved the vibrator closer to that spot, and you bit at your lips trying to keep yourself from moaning. He pressed the vibrator at the top of your folds, and you couldn’t help yourself, letting a moan escape your lips. Suddenly every single sensation you were feeling stopped. You heard some rustling around, but no one was touching you, and your body was aching to feel anything.
The minutes dragged on, and you felt a drop of hot wax fall in between your breasts. You bit your lip again trying to contain any sort of sound from coming out of your mouth. Slowly drops of wax began to fall all over your breasts and stomach.
“Take those off” you heard Hoseok demand. You felt Namjoon’s rough hands removing your garter belt, then gripping your wet underwear and literally ripping them off you. You felt the drips of hot wax close to your folds, you started to squirm in the restraints again. As another drop of wax hit the top of your nub, and you immediately felt two cold fingers slam into you. You knew it was Hoseok by the way they curled and knew exactly where to hit that exact spot that would make you fall apart. As you began to flex your hips up at the pleasure you felt a set of soft lips began to leave open mouthed kisses on the top of your breasts and up your neck. Namjoon. You could tell he was enjoying teasing you with hot wax as Hoseok fingerfucked you, his long digits pumping in and out of your dripping cunt. You were already so close to reaching your release, the sensation building up inside of you. Namjoon unclipped your bra and started to caress one of your breasts, running his other hand down your stomach until he reached your folds. He began rubbing your clit firmly as Hoseok kept moving his fingers inside you, and you were so, so close.
You were bit down harder on your lip as you tried to remain silent through the pleasure. As you thrust your hips up off the table and leaned your head back as far as you could, about to cum, both men ceased what they were doing.
They were taunting you, edging you, and you could tell they were both enjoying it a little too much.
“Flip her over.” Hoseok commanded Namjoon. Your wet cunt was still trying to find any form of release, and you ached to be touched again. Namjoon untied your ankles and flipped you over so your ass was in the air for them, climbing up onto the table to perch behind you, waiting for Hoseok’s directions. You felt the sting of the leather tassels from earlier, connecting with your ass.
“You’ve been so good tonight kitten,” Hoseok said, close to your ear. “Time to make me proud.”
You heard the sound of a condom being put on as Namjoon began gently rubbing your ass cheeks.
“Ah-- fuck,” you heard Namjoon say as he slowly entered you. “You are so fucking tight.” He began to fuck you, deliciously slowly.
“Open your mouth.” You opened your mouth obediently as Hoseok instructed and it was quickly filled with his thick, veiny cock. You could tell that he wanted you so badly, the pre-cum already smearing over the tip of your tongue. Namjoon began fucking you harder and more intensely, pressing your hips toward to table to arch your back as Hoseok began to move in and out of your mouth. You felt the hot drips of wax falling down your back again as Namjoon kept thrusting down into you. Hoseok’s length stretched deep down your throat making it almost hard to breathe once more. You were so close, the sensation of the wax dripping down your body, Namjoon’s thick cock thrusting in and out of you, while Hoseok’s hands entwined in your hair, holding your head steady while he fucked your mouth. You heard Namjoon start to moan and growl as his thrusts started to speed up and become more sporadic, you knew from his throbbing cock that he was emptying inside the condom.
Hoseok pulled himself from your mouth as Namjoon climbed off the table. “Your turn to watch,” Hoseok told Namjoon with a wide grin. He untied your ankles so that your legs could move freely, roughly flipping you back over, and thrust his thick cock inside of you as he held your ankles on his right shoulder.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he groaned through heavy breaths as he began to pound you into the table.
He placed his thumb on your clit, rubbing intensely as he pushed his cock completely inside of your warmth before pulling it almost completely out. You were biting on top the corners of your mouth trying to to scream while he fucked you hard and slow.
“Tell me how bad you want me to cum inside you,” Hoseok commanded, his breaths coming in gasps. “Now!”
You couldn’t even form words, you were so close to your high after being edged so much that night. “I SAID NOW!” He demanded again, slapping your ass.
“Please Hoseok--” You shouted. Your screams pushed him over the edge and you felt him release inside of you, his warmth dripping down your thighs as he fucked you through his high. He kept his cock inside of you, still rubbing your clit, knowing you’d been good.
“Time to go, kitten.”
With Hoseok’s blessing, you gave in to your release, finally reaching the high you had worked so hard for all night. You screamed out Hoseok’s name through it all as you had what felt like the longest orgasm of your life. He pulled himself from you and untied your hands, handing you a towel and a robe.
“Go get cleaned up and wait for me in the bedroom,” he told you softly. You obeyed, slowly climbing off the table, slipping on the silk black robe, and taking the towel to the next room over.
“See Namjoon, that’s how it’s done.”