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visible through his narrowed lids, burned
into her, flitting between her hand on her pussy and her mouth on his cock. She
battled a wild urge to roll onto her back and let him watch her finger-fuck
herself until she screamed in passion.
    But the price came too high—punishment for doing so without
being instructed. Would he flog her? Take her over his knee and spank her
barehanded?
    Or flog her pussy, perhaps, carefully landing the blows so a
lash connected with her pulsing clit?
    Images rolled through her mind until his face became a blur,
but she kept her eyes open, held back her orgasm and prayed for his release.
    It hit him all at once, as if he’d been watching the porn
film in her head. He bucked his hips, jamming his cock into her mouth while his
hands held her head in place. He fucked her face, wildly thrashing, yelling
wordlessly as he pumped her mouth full of his hot cum.
    “Come now, slave!” he ground out.
    She let go of her reserve, thrust two fingers inside her
pussy and pressed her thumb against her clit. She screamed around his cock,
cutting herself off to swallow before she choked.
    She let his cock fall out of her mouth as she gasped for
air. Unable to keep her head up, she collapsed against his thigh, panting. Her
body shivered at the cool air on her sweat-bathed skin. “Fuck.” Master C’s
breaths were almost as raspy as his voice. He leaned back against the wall.
“Oh, fuck. Yeah, that was good.”
    Master Q gently nudged her shoulder and offered her a glass
of water. Too tired to move, she remained on her knees and drank the cooling
refreshment. Another first, giving two men head on the same night. Shoot, side
by side. Never in her wildest dreams…
    Maybe that was her problem. She’d never dreamed wildly
enough. Sex was so routine with most of the men she met. Shopping here at
Unfettered seemed like the answer to her love-life questions. She could try out
men anonymously, have sex when she wanted it without all the entanglements.
    Or were Marc and Brad looking for more than one night?
Doubts began to creep in her mind as she again wondered how she could sit side
by side with them in the meeting room after having sex. But her body was too
happy to let negative thoughts grow.
    She inhaled deeply, fully satisfied, her senses filled with
the blended smells of their activities. What would they ask of her next? How
long did a scene last? Her body was limper than overcooked spaghetti at that
point—she doubted she could handle any more.
    “I think you’ve performed well for us.” Master Q reached out
a hand and she leaned her cheek into his palm. The warm skin felt good on her
cool cheek. Her body temperature was cooling quickly due to the sweat coating
her.
    “Yes, definitely,” agreed her other master. “Would you be
willing to play with us again?”
    She looked up at them, her light and dark hunks of sex toy,
and couldn’t imagine finding anything more satisfying. It didn’t make sense to
mess with perfection, try other men. But there were still the work issues. “May
I speak plainly, Masters?”
    They glanced at each other, then back to her. Master C
nodded. “Of course.”
    “I know who you are, Brad. And Marc.”
    Brad’s eyes flared and he reached for the mask, untying it
and pulling it off. “I guess that makes it easier to break the news to you.”
    “I guess,” she repeated. Momentary anger rose in her gut
that they’d tried to pull something over on her, but logic swallowed it down.
    Marc pulled off his mask and ran his fingers through his
long, sexy black hair. “Would you have come here if we’d invited you? You
turned me down for a drink at Blackie’s.”
    “No, I probably wouldn’t have. I didn’t think it was a smart
idea for us to have sex in any way. I still don’t know how smart it was. I
should have said something as soon as I realized who you were.”
    “Why didn’t you?” Brad asked.
    “After talking to Mistress Marla and visiting the club, I
saw the