This scene was supposed to take place during the years Bella was Carlisle's sub.
"Do you like what you see, love?", Carlisle asked me one night at the club. I was kneeling at his feet in the Pleasure Room on the upper floor. He was positioned comfortably in a large chair in a corner, and his left hand played casually with the long strands of my hair. I was naked apart from my leather collar and we were the only two people in the room apart from the two players.
He had taken me there to show me how one of his friends, Mistress Angela, would reward her sub, Mike, for getting a large tattoo that spread across his back and down his arms. I knew it must had taken months to finish it, but now the image of Mistress Angela was printed for ever on his tanned skin.
Permanent marks were a sub's way of showing commitment and devotion towards the dom or domme, and also a way of telling others that the sub was owned. I could tell that Mike wore the ink with pride in his eyes and I wondered if I would ever wear the mark of a top on my body.
At the moment Mike was tied with his back to a large wooden cross in the middle of the room. His arms and legs were secured to the cross with leather cuffs and Mistress Angela was working oil over his body with her glowed hands. He moaned in pleasure as her slippery hand caressed his cock and balls and she began an agonizingly slow pace of milking him. "Such a good boy…", she murmed while working his cock. One of her hands slid up to his nipple and pinched it hard. He threw back his head and I could see the muscles straining in his legs.
My master gave my hair a light pull in his direction and I turned my eyes upwards to his. "Would you like to sit on my lap, Isabella?", he asked and patted his thigh. I nodded and stood up and moved to strattle him. "Stop.", he said and moved me so I would have my back against him and so that I was able to look at Mistress Angela and Mike. He spread my legs so he could decide how far apart they could go with his own legs, and he began sliding his hands up and down my torso. I had my hands on my thighs and leaned to the side so Master Carlisle could still see the show.
His hands soon began caressing my nipples, and they hardened under his long fingers. I breathed deeply and tried to focus on both his touches and the image of Mike being rewarded in front of me. My master trailed one hand down between my legs and he sighed contently when finding my folds already soaked and ready for him. He slid two fingers in and undid his pants with the other hand. I knew what he wanted, so I leaned forward and lifted my butt, soon I felt his hands on my hips guiding me down on his hard length. He filled me completely and the eroticism of both feeling him and being a voyeur soon had me on the edge. He guided my movements and I slid up and down his smooth length at a deliciously slow pace.
Mike was also getting close, I could tell by his breathing. the veins on his neck stood out and his hands opened and closed in time with his mistress' movements over his cock. She stopped and removed her hand from his member, and slowly fell down on her knees in front of him. When her red lips wrapped around him, Master Carlisle's fingers found their way to my clit and began a slow circling motion. At the same time Mike and I groaned, "Please, may I come?" to our tops, and when granted permission we came moaning loudly.
After Mike and I had come down from our high, we served our own master and mistress orally until they also came at the same time.
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