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There’s already a couple of people loitering near the seats with curiosity on their faces. I smile over at them and hold up a finger so they know we won’t be too long.

I chuck our discarded clothes in the cubbies nearby and take in a deep, fortifying breath. I wouldn’t say I was nervous as such, but there’s a slight tremor of anticipation running through mefor what is coming, and that people will be watching us as it does.

I stop by the display next to the stage, which has hooks holding up various whips and paddles. I trail my fingers along them all, working out which ones I want slapping against my skin tonight. I take down a leather paddle, whacking it against my palm to get a feel for it. Next, I select a flogger and smack it against my thigh. A tremble works through my body at the impact. I turn back to the guys, holding the paddle out to Dan and the flogger to Cam before grabbing some condoms from a bowl beneath the display.

“We doing this?” I ask them, a grin spreading across my face.

Cam reaches down and places a soft kiss on my forehead. “At your command, Pixie,” he replies, before stepping up to the stage and striding to the bench there. He circles it as he’s getting a good look at all the features, such as the hooks for rope and chains. “Come and get comfy.” He pats the bench and beckons me with his fingers.

I take one last breath to centre myself before stepping onto the stage, condoms in hand. A few more people are now sitting in the front row, their gazes causing a prickle of awareness along my spine.

I stow the protection on a shelf on the spanking bench before mounting it, placing my knees on the ledges on either side and taking a moment to do some cat-cow stretches to loosen up my back.

“Okay, honey?” Dan checks in with me, running his hand down my spine, making me want to arch into his touch.

I give him a grin. “Oh, yes.”

“Good girl,” he says as he follows his hand with the edge of the paddle. Nerve endings spark up along my back as he toys with me. He guides the paddle down and over my bum, and then it’s gone. I try hard not to brace, knowing it will make the impact worse, but it doesn’t come. Instead, the tassels of theflogger that Cameron is holding follows the same path. I close my eyes, enjoying the tickling sensation. That also disappears. They haven’t told me to keep my eyes closed, but I make no move to open them. It’s this moment, right here, the anticipation when you’re playing with someone that’s just as good as any other high.

It's the flogger that hits me first. It’s a mild slap and there’s no sting. But it’s followed by three sharper bites from the paddle. My breath comes out in a gasp as my body absorbs the impact.

God fucking help me, they’re teaming up on me.Exhilaration floods my veins as I bask in the focus of these two men and the show we’re putting on for the building crowd. I can sense the buzz in the air and the hum of noise as more spectators take a seat. I give in and pry an eye open to look, astounded to see the whole front row full and more people sitting in the second.

Someone strokes my bum cheek and thighs, and I glance over my shoulder to check who it is. My eyes meet Cam’s. He’s stood back a step, arousal flaring in his gaze, his pupils blown. I give a little wiggle, resulting in the sharpest blow yet from Dan’s paddle.

I wince as I adjust to the sting, blowing out a breath. Next comes the flogger. Much harder this time, but it’s a more widespread sensation than the directness of the paddle. I whimper as my body bucks with each strike. My pleasure builds, and I pant with relief each time they give me a break. My arousal heightens along with the burn as they spank my arse and thighs repeatedly. I imagine my skin is a bright pink colour right now. Next time all the activity stops, Cam steps up towards my head.

“Let’s keep your mouth busy while Dan keeps working on you. He’s doing a grand job,” he tells me. His voice isn’t pitched as low as it has been in our previous intimate encounters, and I wonder if he’s speaking loud enough for the gathered crowd to hear.

I lick my lips as pre-cum threatens to drip from the tip of his exposed cock. His hand comes up to my cheek, his thumb brushing over my cheekbone as he steps closer, feeding me his length.

He pushes all the way in until his tip touches the back of my throat. As he does that, Dan gives me three hard strikes of the paddle on each cheek, with no rest in between. As much as I enjoy the pain, I am grateful for Cam’s touch on my face which keeps me grounded. I moan, my mouth full of Cam’s cock as I absorb another strike. Wetness builds between my legs.

The nature of the bench and my position means I have to use my hands to hold myself up, which doesn’t allow me to hold on to Cam in any way. He’s completely in control right now, and I delight in being at his mercy. He fucks my throat while keeping a hand under my chin to support my head. I gaze up at him, tears welling in the corner of my eyes from the strain of swallowing him. The look on his face is determined, his eyes boring into mine as he fucks my mouth. I do my best to relax my throat, and he pushes even deeper. He’s not even halfway, which frustrates me, but it will take some training to take him all the way.

Dan ditches the paddle, spanking me instead with the palm of his hand. It’s much warmer than the leather, adding to the hot sting from the strikes I’ve already taken. His lips kiss my inflamed cheek and I sigh around Cam’s cock.

Then there’s the nudge of his tongue at my entrance. He must be on his knees at the end of the bench.

“Tell me how she tastes,” Cam rasps.

“Fucking delicious,” Dan responds, satisfaction in his tone as he pulls away to answer.

There’s a collective moan from the crowd watching, and it makes me even wetter when combined with these two worshipping my body.

“Get your fingers wet. I want to taste her.” Cam slows his movements.

Dan’s fingers glide inside me; the way eased from how aroused I am right now. He pushes them in and out and I whimper around Cam’s cock at the sensation. My eyes squeeze shut, but not for long.

“Eyes up here, Pixie.” Cam’s hand on my chin grips harder to get my attention. There’s a sucking sound as he tastes me on Dan’s fingers and his cock throbs in my mouth. “So fucking delicious,” he growls as he leans back. And then, “Eat her, don’t stop until she’s shaking with pleasure and screaming around my cock.” This scene might have started as my idea, but his taking charge exceeds my expectations of how it would go. The dominant tone of his voice makes me want to sink into pleasure.

Dan gets to work using both his fingers and his mouth to tease every nerve ending I have between my legs. Pleasure radiates outwards from my belly down to my toes, which curl as he plunges his fingers inside me while sucking on my clit. I can’t even work out what position he must have contorted himself into in order to reach everything, but I can’t think about it. My brain is mush.

Another squeeze of my chin, and my eyes snap up to Cam’s. He slowly withdraws his cock until I hold just the tip between my lips.

“Look at you, taking my cock so deep while Dan takes care of you. And all while these people watch.” He gestures his hand to the crowd before turning his head towards them. “You want to see her come, don’t you?” he asks the gathered strangers. Their murmurs of agreement, combined with Dan’s ministrations rush me towards my peak. My legs shudder as the sensation builds. “You can come, Pixie,” Cam rasps and I do. I let go of everything, surrendering to the rush of pleasure.

Dan lets out a hum of delight as he slows down his pace, lapping up the last of my juices, and cool air hits my pussy when he moves away. Cam withdraws completely at the same time, and I’m bereft for a moment.