In the close proximity, Darren's eyes were becoming blurry, for his lips were still against mine, our kiss becoming deeper.

"Darren--" His name being sweet music to my ears, praying I become swallowed whole.

"Open your legs wider," he whispered, "There." He was entering me, just the head, and much too slow. But it was thick, and I readied myself for the puncturing by bracing back against the chair, muscles contracting as I welcomed him inside.

"Does that feel good?" Daniel taunted. I felt Daniel wrap shiny, silky material around my wrist, making Darren and me one in all ways. Reminding us who was in charge here.

"Fuck me," I mouthed but couldn't voice. More of Darren, deeper, then his entire cock inside me. Fucking me so that it was the next level of torment. Our wrists bound together so as no choice as to further movement. My wet velvet would be clenched around his penis; hands forced to be held, both at the grace of whatever Daniel desired next.

And Darren would be there to guide me through it. Together we would surrender.

"Fuck me," I said again, this time joined by my vocal. "I want you, Darren, please fuck me."

"I'm fucking you," he replied in a whisper between dark kisses.

"Too slow. Fuck me harder." Our legs were still free. I spread mine further to allow him easier access; I was rewarded by harder penetration. Wrists bound together and connected in every way...

Daniel was surrounding us, kissing me once, damp on my neck, his hot breath reminding me he was in charge and I helpless. He then glided over so that his chest was facing Darren's back. Two fingers slipped inside Darren's collar, and he whispered in Darren's ear: "Do you like fucking her?"

Darren shuddered at the break in his concentration. "Yes, Master, I do."

A soft kiss on his ear, the fingers stroking the tender skin. "What about me fucking you?" From the pressure against me, I could tell Daniel's cock was moving against Darren's rear opening, Daniel's other hand applying lubricant so that his erection could enter with ease.

Darren's breathing became ever shorter. "Please, Master, fuck me."

Daniel's fingers slid out of the collar, the hand needing to steady itself on the small of Darren's back so his other hand could lead his cock inside. I could tell by the misture of pain and joy on Darren's face that Daniel had entered him, just the head that rested against the tight sphincter muscles, letting it stay there as a tease.

Darren let out a slight groan. "Hurt me..." He was as inside me as he could be, in my tight pussy; at the same time, the first ring of his own entrance was full of Daniel's sex. He almost fell against me, I prayed he wouldn't as I feared his weight was too much to bear.

"Hurt you? I could, my slave boy. Don't ever challenge me." With that, Daniel tore past the ring and went all the way in. Darren screamed, and I couldn't tell if it was a scream of pleasure, but then I realized it was.

"Fuck her as I'm fucking you."

"Yes, Master." In the middle, Darren had to start our rhythm; tied together, I wondered if that was impossible. It wasn't. Slowly at first, and then faster, and then harder, and then a mixture, we found it.

"Darren--" I was shaking with pure need, a small tear rolling down my cheek that he kissed away. Behind him, Daniel applied his full weight to his manhood, giving to him as Darren was giving to me.

Bound. No alternative but to enjoy, either of us. The restraints, the muscles inside my sex tightening, my eyes closing as I was falling into that black hole...

"Keep your eyes open," Daniel ordered. I was setting off a chain reaction. I opened my eyes. Darren kept his opened, looking into mine, his face contorting. The wave was crashing over him; Daniel held Darren's back tightly to his chest, nibbling at his neck, signalling that he was coming.

Flesh on flesh, sweat on hot skin, our cries had reached the peak and their was no higher we could go. Darren and I moaned into each other's mouths, melting into a kiss, holding hands as the silk burned into our wrists. Daniel was withdrawing from Darren's ass, kissing his chin and face, nudging his way into our kiss so that three tongues were now intertwining.

"Shall I let you two go?" he teased.

"Yes, please--this rope burns," I said, half-reluctantly. Daniel chuckled, prolonging the kiss, making us wait a few seconds more. My heartbeat was slowing, but I was still panting. Sweet torture finally ending...

"You'll have to wait until I get the scissors," he said, a hint of mischief in his voice. Numb, I nodded, sinking back into Darren's warm mouth.

While he rummaged in his bag for the item, I whispered to Darren, "How often does he do this?"

"You're the first woman we've played with," Darren replied. Daniel returned, slicing our bonds, setting us free in the literal form, if not the spiritual.

"One more thing I must do," Daniel said, gently separating Darren and me by pushing on Darren's shoulders to Daniel's lips. There was the sound of a snap being unfastened. "You are no longer my slave," Daniel whispered to Darren, "Kiss the collar and you will be set free." Darren kissed the leather strip, looked up adoringly at Daniel before they embraced, mouths falling onto each other to end the loving ceremoney. I propped myself on one elbow and sighed. Watching them kiss, much too delicious.

After coming up for air, they both gazed at me and smiled. "Do you really need to finish the interview tonight?"

I started to say something, but I looked from one to the other. My writing materials were scattered on the floor. My clothes were in disarray. Two luscious hunks were waiting for my decision.

No way did I want to go anywhere. "It can wait," I said, undressing as I walked over to the bed. Snuggling between two exquisite male bodies would be its own reward. My head on Darren's chest while Daniel spooned me; never had I felt sweeter bliss.