BPOV

On paper they're perfect.

He's built.

Hard muscles, dimples incasing a perfect smile, and charm that make even a Companion like me think romance is still possible.

And she's… she's nothing short of a goddess.

Nothing like a cold-hearted bitch one expects or hopes coming from such perfection.

Together they should be great, but they still need me.

They need me because I can do something that they can't do for themselves.

Thwack.

"Did I give you permission to come?"

"No, Mistress Isabella."

The goddess is on her knees, worshipping my boot, groveling for forgiveness.

And pain.

I understand her need to feel this.

Her need to be dominated.

I enjoy it to a certain extent. Maybe not the whips and shackles. But there's something to be said about the experience of being under somebody so in control, doing deliciously naughty things to your body for their pleasure.

My thoughts go to you. Could you do those things to me?

Restrain me?

Give me pleasure?

Take your pleasure?

I give the flogger another flick.

The goddess whimpers and places another reverent kiss on my boot.

I barely restrain my sigh and turn my focus to her husband.

He's strapped to the St. Andrew's Cross nearby, watching in fascination as I turn his wife's ass a nice pink.

Apparently, he's enjoying the show.

Using the leash around the goddess' neck, I walk her over to her husband.

"Please my slave while you take your punishment," I say.

She quickly takes him into her mouth and moans as I use a remote to activate the vibrator I've just put in her.

Thwack.

She stops the task I've given her, a slight tremor running through her body when she feels the pleasure and pain I'm offering.

"Do not let that vibrator fall," I say as I concentrate on the area I'm striking. "Whoever can hold out the longest will get the privilege of licking my pussy."

I'm impressed with how long they are fighting it. They must really want to please me.

But my arm is getting tired, and watching them is getting me worked up.

I stop my strikes.

The goddess thinks she's been granted a reprieve.

I watch with a smirk as I turn the speed up another level and drag the flogger over her heated, sensitive skin. Her body stiffens and she increases her efforts on her husband.

I stand next to him.

He's panting, trying to hold back his climax.

"Such a good slave. Both of you make your mistress so proud," I whisper in his ear. "Are you enjoying you're reward?"

"Yes, Mistress Isabella," he says with staggered breath.

He's close.

I crouch down to where his wife is trying her hardest to make him climax. Using my fingernails, I trace slow patterns on his muscular thighs. Just as I reach his balls, I use the flogger to give the goddess the hardest hit yet.

Like the perfect couple, they come together.