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"I think it might be your turn, Pet. Are you ready to be fucked hard by my toy?"

She knew my answer before she even asked, but as she spoke, I could again hear the smile in her voice. My own answering smile combined with the strongest voice I had used all night.

"Yes, Mistress."

BPOV

Once I was able to focus on something other than Mistress, I looked over and noticed Edward lying still on the table. He wasn't tied down or secured in any way, just very, very still. His position seemed to indicate I'd been correct about his previous activities with Mistress on the table, and I bit back the smug smile that I knew her so well.

"Edward, come over here and stand behind my Pet."

I kept my eyes locked on hers as she spoke, a devious smile spreading across her face. It was contagious and I found myself biting back another smile as the atmosphere in the room took on the playful vibe of a few moments ago. Of course, the moment I felt Edward's warm body behind mine, not quite touching me, all desire to laugh or giggle was gone.

"My precious Pet, this is a little test for you," she said, her smirk growing as she spoke. "I'm going to lay back and you're going to come up onto the table with me. Edward is going to fuck you and you're not allowed to come until I've had at least three orgasms. I thought about making it two, but where would the challenge be in that?" She moved closer to my ear, to whisper. "Just watching Edward as he fucks you makes me want to come right now. The first two should be easy."

Before she walked to the table, she gave me one last lingering kiss. It was a challenge, but a fun one. A loving challenge. It would be a challenge, especially when getting the kind of attention I was sure to be getting from Edward at the same time, but I knew Mistress, mind and body.

Standing my ground, I waited for her to call me over. Once she had, I walked to the table and knelt in front of her. I began with my legs on the table, waiting for Edward to move into position. After I placed a few kisses on her thighs, I stretched my lower half so that my feet were barely touching the ground. Edward's hands stroked up and down my thighs and I already felt as though I was on the cusp of my orgasm. His hands on my skin were so unlike Mistress' and it had been a long time.

"Edward, you know the rules. You absolutely may not come inside of my Pet. If you do, the consequences will be severe and harsh, I'm warning you now. Do you understand?"

His voice was rough and shallow, ragged with need. "Yes ma'am."

Mistress rested her head on the surface of the table and I brought her knees up to a bent position. I wanted to tease her just for a moment, knowing this would make her orgasms not only faster, but far more intense. If I wanted to get three out of her, I would need to plan well. There had been more than one occasion that Mistress became over-stimulated and was completely unable to have more orgasms without a break; that was my worst possible outcome.

My fingertips teased a trail back up her legs and to where they met. She was wet. Wet from Edward's mouth, wet from the thoughts of Edward fucking me, and hopefully wet from the idea of me making her come three times. I lowered my mouth and kissed her clit softly, taking it between my lips very briefly. A soft sigh left her mouth and her fingers wound through my hair.

"Edward, I want to feel you fucking her."

I panicked for a very brief moment. Mistress wasn't making this easy on me at all. Edward was behind me, stroking himself up and down between my lips, teasing me. Without warning, he pushed forward and buried himself all the way, pushing me forward into Mistress. I yelped at the sensation of his body thrusting into me. Mistress let out another soft sigh, mingled with a "yes," and gripped my hair tighter. I could only imagine what she was feeling, my mouth pressing tighter to her with each of Edward's thrusts.

Moving my hand to her entrance, I slid two fingers in easily. Each time Edward thrust into me, I pushed my fingers into her, attempting to approximate the speed and depth of his movements. I could see Mistress looking up over my head at Edward and there was a funny twinkle of jealousy in her eyes. Even though she had arranged our setup, had agreed to playing with Edward and other men from time-to-time, I knew there was a flare of something more behind her motivation. She could certainly fuck me with her tongue, her fingers, even inanimate objects like a strap-on, but she would never experience the actual sensation of fucking me.

As she watched him move, she must've realized that I was moving in her at the same speed Edward was, and she came quick and loud. I kept my fingers where they were, but moved my other hand to rest at her pelvis, thumb positioned over her clit. My lips moved to her thigh, kissing and licking as I stroked her closer again. I grazed my teeth against her skin and heard her gasp.

"Edward, touch her."

Her voice was soft and breathy and let me know that, at least for the moment, I was winning our little game. She was already on the cusp of her second orgasm and I smiled against her skin.

Edward cupped my ass with one of his hands, then snaked it between our bodies. I whimpered when his fingertips reached my clit and began to softly rub back and forth. I put my mouth back on her body and moaned into Mistress, pleading with my movements and actions. Her second orgasm rolled over her body in waves, her muscles contracting against her own will, and I looked up, soaking in the beauty that she exuded.

Two down, one to go.

For the last orgasm, I needed to really focus; Edward had begun to thrust in slower, longer strokes and I could only assume this was his attempt at delaying his orgasm. Even though his speed had slowed, he was still driving into me with great force and making me moan and whimper with each movement. His fingers played my body expertly, rolling and pinching all along my lower lips and then circling back up to press my clit.

I slipped three fingers back inside Mistress and curled them up. I dragged them along her g-spot with each push in and stroke back out and when she flexed her hips up off the table, I knew I was in the right spot. My tongue darted back out to her clit, moving in quick back-and-forth flicks. She was pulling my hair a bit with each movement, and it only turned me on even more.

Sensing that she was already building up to another orgasm, I very lightly began to suck her clit, letting it slip back out between my teeth each time. Her volume increased and I was having an increasingly difficult time focusing on both making her come and not allowing my body to respond to the stimulation it was receiving. I had to periodically stop my movements to take deep breaths if I felt myself getting too close to the edge. Of course, I made sure to exhale right against Mistress' body.

As her hands tightened and stayed clenched in my hair, her body responded similarly. Her muscles tightened around me and she was almost shouting with the force of her climax. I continued to lap at her, savoring the moment and knowing I would soon be away from her body again. As I slowed my fingers and withdrew, my licks and sucks turned into soft, gentle kisses. I expanded my area, kissing around her thighs, as I moved my eyes up to look at her.

"Now, Edward."

Her voice was tired and sated, full of pleasure and joy. Edward began to move faster, both his body and his hand, and it took only a few moments before I had my head pressed down against the table between Mistress' legs, moaning through a very intense orgasm of my own. Just as I began to come, his other hand moved back to my ass and he lightly ran his nails across my skin, landing one sound spank on my flesh. When he moved it up my back to tug on my hair, I smiled. If I thought I'd been tortured, I could only imagine what poor Edward was going through, watching us and having to hold back at the same time.

He kept moving, even after my own orgasm had hit me like a truck. Mistress moved up the bench and behind him, then. Her hands moved over his on my hips and I could feel them against my skin, making me shiver. My nipples tightened against the bench and I pushed back into him, feeling my need growing again. A hand came down to the bench – between my body and the table, stroked my nipple softly, then vanished. The hands on my hips left as well, and I assumed Mistress was going somewhere to get something. Edward slowed his movement in me and came to a stop; I whimpered.

"Turn over, Pet."

Her voice came from a corner of the room and I had to remind myself to do only as she asked. The temptation to look around and make eye contact with Edward was nearly overwhelming. My eyes settled on the ceiling and my thoughts began to race.

The jingle of metal brought me out of my haze and I felt Mistress' warm fingers at my nipple. She teased and pinched it to a peak, then allowed the clamp to tighten around it. I sucked in a quick breath as she moved on to the other side. The intense throbbing heat began to spread and I wanted so badly to do anything to release the ache I felt.

Mistress trailed a fingernail down the center of my body to the top of my bare pussy and then one down each leg. The instinctive reaction from my body to lift up and off the table was strong and I closed my eyes, focusing. It was the jingle of metal that again brought me out of my daze. I didn't open my eyes, but I tried to focus more on the sounds in the room. I couldn't tell if Mistress was going to put the clamps somewhere else on my body, on herself, or on Edward.

As soon as I heard him inhale sharply, I knew she was putting them on Edward. The thought only made me more wet and achey. I was growing petulant, almost; the desire to simply move and let him really fuck me again was flooding my thoughts and taking over my normally very calm sense of control. I felt a tear trickle out the side of my eye and was surprised. Mistress was at my side and wiped away the tear before it hit the table.

"Are you okay?"

Her hand was in the middle of my chest, beneath my breasts, and I felt more calm instantly. The ache didn't go away, nor the throb in the clamps, but she somehow soothed my immediate need. Her fingertip was at my chin, turning my face to hers, and I realized I hadn't answered.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good, Pet. Good." She smiled as she moved her hand from my body again and walked away.

"Scoot down, love. Hang your legs off the end of the table. Edward is going to tend to your needs for just a moment, while I have a little fun with him. Feel free to let me know how he's doing with your words and body."

Edward let out a loud moan and I could only imagine what they were doing. It was exquisite torture not being able to see, and just when I thought I'd risk it and try to sneak a peak, Mistress said I could look at them.

As I moved my eyes, it sank in why she wanted me to watch.

She had one hand at Edward's shoulder and the other was nowhere in sight. When he leaned over the table, however, I could imagine where it was – positioned at her center, guiding the strap-on I now saw the telltale straps of around her hips and legs. Edward let out a loud groan as she pressed forward, stroking his skin with her free hand. This was an act I knew Mistress was doing mostly for his benefit; she may have enjoyed it from a psychological standpoint, but there was no physical pleasure for her.

Edward's upper body lowered until he was resting against mine and I could see her then, slowly moving in and out of him, a small smile playing on her lips. He began to touch me, tracing teasing patterns from my aching nipples to my aching center. I saw Mistress reach out and tug his hair and he then reached and tugged mine. His tongue snaked out and licked me from the opening of my pussy to the tip of my lips, stopping to press and swirl on my clit.

I arched my back off the table, then felt the tug from his hand on the chain between my breasts, pulling the clamps tighter. A loud half-moan, half-scream bounced off the walls and it took me a moment to realize the sound was coming from me. The pain and pleasure combined, both from Edward, were overwhelming me. Since I had permission, I let the sensation wash over me and felt myself coming fast and hard against his mouth.

Once my body was flat against the table again, I took in a deep breath and felt my legs being moved further apart. Edward was positioning himself between them and I could see Mistress' hands on his nipple clamps. She would run her fingernails over the tip of his nipple, then down the chain and give a quick tug, moving her hand on to something else. I could see his erection between us and I heard Mistress speak, catching my attention.

"Do you think he did a good enough job, Pet?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"I think so, too. You may help him with his orgasm."

"Thank you, Mistress."