25. A Lesson Well （L）earned

One of these days, she'd learn to shut her big, stupid mouth.

It wasn't that she even wanted to be their Dominant. Tania loved submitting to her Daddies, and she especially loved how cherished they made her feel.

All of Desmond's special breakfasts he liked to feed her while she sat on his lap… Every time Bastian rubbed the tension from her shoulders when she hunched over her computer… The way they held her between them as they slept…

"The problem is…" Bastian turned her over and tucked a pillow under her head, then traced a path down her breastbone with a callused fingertip. "You haven't learned to ask for what you want instead of demanding it."

Desmond laid what he'd been carrying on the bed but didn't let her see what it was. Before she could ask, he said, "Don't worry though. Tonight's lesson will teach you."

"That sounds ominous."

And also delicious.

Despite her trepidation, her core spasmed with arousal and her nipples tightened into achy points as they loomed over her.

"It should." Desmond lifted something from the bed and held it over her. "Your first lesson will come from these."

"What is that?" she asked, trying to figure out the chain connecting two pieces of metal she didn't recognize.

"You'll see." Desmond circled her nipple with the cold metal, making the sensitive bud even harder.

Her eyes drifted shut as she arched into his touch. "Oh, yes. That feels good. I think I like this lesson."

Without warning, a sharp, squeezing pain erupted in her nipple. "Ow! What the fuck?"

She struggled to sit up, but Bastian held her still while Desmond decorated her other breast with the torturous clamp.

Smirking at her, Bastian tugged the chain, making the clamps bite down even harder. Tears pricked her eyes, and she panted through the pain until it subsided into…

Something that didn't quite hurt anymore.

Every breath sent the pleasure/pain deeper into her belly, and she couldn't hold still enough to stop the chain from dragging over her flesh in an increasingly tempting tease.

"First lesson." Bastian tugged the chain, making her bite back a moan. "Patience is a virtue."

He moved to the side, effectively blocking her view of Desmond.

"How is this supposed to teach me patience?"

"Tell me something first. Did the pain from the clamps ease after a few minutes?" Bastian asked.

"Well, yeah, but…" She rolled her eyes and sighed. "Never mind. I get it."

"There's our good girl." He took a long piece of cloth from Desmond and didn't give her time to protest before he had it wrapped around her eyes. "The second lesson is to trust your Daddies to give you what you need."

"I wanted to watch," she retorted. "How is this giving me what I need?"

Between the ache in her nipples and her empty pussy, Tania was losing patience with them. What would it take to make them do what she…

Demanded. She'd never asked and hadn't said please—like a normal human with social skills would do. Tania blinked and the blindfold caught her tears. Her Daddies deserved better, and she'd been too greedy and impatient to give them the same courtesy she'd have given a stranger.

"I'm sorry, Daddies. May I watch you make love to each other, please?"

Soft lips brushed hers and she inhaled the scent of their shared aftershave. She almost wished they smelled different so she could differentiate between them without sight, but she liked their leather and pine fragrance too much. Aside from that, she could tell them apart by touch, and definitely when they fucked her.

Bastian's cock was longer than Desmond's, and Desmond's was thicker, but they both seemed to know how to hit all the best spots inside her.

"Thank you, babygirl," Desmond murmured. "Do you trust us to give you what you need?"

"Yes, Daddy Desmond. I trust you and Daddy Bastian."

"There's our good girl," Bastian said.

One of them kissed her again, slowly. Gently. Patiently asking her to open her mouth instead of demanding her surrender.

First and second lessons acquired.

She couldn't wait for the third.

Their seemingly random, whisper-soft touches all over her body only served to ramp up her arousal, and she nearly came when something cool and slippery touched her soaking pussy. Her lack of sight made everything doubly enticing, and she almost didn't want the blindfold to come off.

Tania really wanted to see them though. The lesson on patience might have been well and truly learned, but it didn't stop what she wanted, and it sure as hell didn't alleviate her deepest fear.

God, please never let me come between them.

"Such a good girl," Desmond crooned as he slid something thick inside her that pressed almost painfully on her g-spot. The pressure only increased when the object touched her clit, making her wonder if it was one of those vibrators from those old viral retailer reviews where the user said the toy made her come so hard she levitated.

The toy in her pussy sprang to life in a maddeningly slow rhythm that was too much for comfort, but not enough to get her to the finish line. She tried to move her hands, unsure if she wanted to rub her aching nipples or push the toy deeper inside her.

"Ah, ah, sweetheart." Desmond shifted next to her, and someone pushed her hands to the pillow supporting her head. "You don't get to touch yet."

"Oh, god." Breathing through her nose, she tried to relax and tamp down her spiraling need.

"How much longer do you think we can make her wait, Des?"

"Dunno." Desmond—at least she thought it was Desmond since he was speaking—stroked her inner thigh and jostled the toy in her pussy. "But she's been so good for us. Do you think she deserves a reward?"

"Hmm," Bastian said as one of them tugged the chain between the clamps. "I think we have one more lesson before she gets her reward."

"Oh, yes. I almost forgot those," Desmond replied. "Tania, the thing about nipple clamps is that they aren't so bad going on."

Bastian laughed softly and flicked her nipple, sending a fresh pulse of need into her core. "It's when they come off."

They removed the clamps at the same time, and she didn't manage a single relieved breath before circulation returned to the tortured buds with an instant rush of agony. Before she could scream, her Daddies each sucked on a nipple, somehow both worsening and easing the pain.

"Shit! Oh, shit! Ow, Daddies!"

They both laughed as one of them untied the blindfold. "Aw, poor babygirl. Was it so awful?" Bastian asked.

Tania almost stuck her tongue out at them, but the toy buzzing merrily away in her pussy made her rethink the rude gesture. Despite her earlier excitement about what they had to teach her; she wasn't sure she was ready for another lesson.

Aside from that, she still had to figure out how to tell them why she wanted to see them make love to each other so badly.

"No, Daddy Bastian."

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