Sir went on. “To admit your defeat in the game, you will open and close the hand nearest me three times. Show me that, now.”
We did.
Sir parted my labia with his fingers. I held back a moan as he pressed the familiar, smooth dome of a wand vibrator against my clit. He pushed his fingers into me and pumped them slowly. When I shifted my hips, he pulled his hand away. A moment later, I heard the slick sounds of that hand gliding up and down El-Mudad’s cock, lubricated by my juices.
"El-Mudad, you have an unfair advantage,” Sir mused, and I felt the addition of another wand vibrator to the mix, the head pressed tight against the underside of El-Mudad’s cock. “Let’s even the playing field a bit.”
El-Mudad took a sharp breath that passed over my lips; Sir must have turned on the vibrating plug.
“Are we ready?” Sir asked. “One...two…”
He announced, “three,” at the same time he clicked the on-switches on both of our wands; the toys bumped together when El-Mudad’s hips jerked forward.
“Let’s discuss what happens when you give up. When you simply can’t take a moment more.” Sir rolled the head of my vibe back and forth as he spoke, and my hips tried to follow. “Whoever loses the game will get fucked.”
That didn’t sound like much of a punishment.
“Hence, the plugs.”
Oh.
El-Mudad’s eyes grew even wider; he’d never taken Neil’s cock before. They’d discussed trying a few times, but Neil was so well-endowed that I didn’t blame El-Mudad for his hesitation. I loved rough anal, but it certainly wasn’t for everyone.
“Sophie, if you give in first, I’ll be fucking you. And El-Mudad, if you lose, Sophie will fuck you,” Sir clarified.
I really, really wanted to win. My strap-on was just sitting there, neglected, in the cabinet.
“You may wonder how that would be a punishment. I’m sure it sounds more like a prize,” Sir continued.
A whimper crept up my throat, and the gag El-Mudad and I shared muffled it. I was going to come before Sir even finished explaining the rules. My thighs tensed. I pulled at the restraints holding my arms. I exhaled through my nose on a loud wail that had no other way to escape as every nerve-ending in my clit burned with pleasure.
I held El-Mudad’s gaze through it all.
“Good girls don’t interrupt,” Sir scolded. “You’ll receive a spanking for that, later.”
I couldn’t get away from the vibration. I wanted to scream my head off, but Sir wasn’t finished, so I knew better than to say a word.
“May I continue?” Sir asked, but he didn’t wait for my answer. “It will be a punishment you receive tonight. Not pleasure. I will be as rough with you as I like.”
El-Mudad’s eyes drifted closed as he panted his way toward his orgasm.
"Keep your eyes open," Sir reminded him.
Though it was a struggle, El-Mudad forced himself to gaze deep into my eyes as he groaned through his climax. Hot, heavy drops of wetness hit my belly.
He was so close. And I couldn't touch him.
That was enough to tantalize me to the brink again, and I plunged over. El-Mudad's legs tugged our shared restraint as he kicked and squirmed, trying to escape the vibration.
"Hold still," Sir warned. "I already have to spank Sophie."
It was challenging to get my breath when El-Mudad's frantic puffing stole all the air between us. I tried to calm myself from the claustrophobic panic that wound up inside me, but I was so near another orgasm that soothing myself wasn't an option. This time, when I came, I saw starbursts of red in my vision.
El-Mudad twisted and sobbed. His eyes shut this time; he had lost all control of himself. His involuntary movements jerked my legs forward, rocking me harder against my vibrator. I hadn't come down, but I climbed back up fast, breathless, dizzy, until I was pretty sure I blacked out for a second of the terrible pleasure that seized my limbs.
I had to. I didn’t want to. But I had to.
I gave my Sir the signal.
The vibrator clicked off immediately, but the relief that came turned quickly to regret. He released the strap from my side of the gag and grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head back. “Was it really too much, Sophie? Or did you just want my cock?”
Still gagged, El-Mudad screamed through another orgasm, bucking against the restraints. For the first time, I saw the sweat coating his abs, the cum leaking