For this, our first scene in our new sex room, Isaac and I had agreed to let James have control over the parameters. Therefore, I found myself in a cherry red thong and a loose sheer halter, a matching collar with a heart at the center and a flogger at the ready.

Isaac knelt on the thick black carpet next to me, in his usual black shorts. But this time, they were big enough for his true form. His head was bowed, chest rising and falling faster than normal as his cock made a tent in his shorts.

I, on the other hand, was ever the brat. You see, I wasn’t supposed to be wearing anything.

My head was raised, a smirk on my lips as I watched James saunter into the room and sit on the throne-like chair at the far end of the room. I wasn’t sure what I expected him to wear, but the tight leather pants from our trip to the sex club a month ago were a pleasant surprise. At the sight, I licked my lips, core hot. His dark gaze narrowed, tail lashed just before he sat in the chair.

“Well, it seems one of you is obedient,” his deep voice held a predator’s soothing purr.

“Isaac’s a very good boy,” I said, running my nails down his back.

He took in a sharp breath and shuddered.

“He is, so he gets to choose what he wants first. Little Isaac, what do you want?”

“The Saint Andrew Cross please?”

I grinned at James, who wore a hardened smile.

“Of course,” he flicked his fingers, and Isaac and I rose together.

I let my breasts graze Isaac’s body as I restrained him onto the cross, a special version that had been reinforced to take a Garoyles weight. Isaac was so hard already that pressing him down onto the surface of the Cross had him gasping from the sensation. When he started to grind against the Cross, I swatted his butt hard with the flogger.

“Not yet, pet,” I chastised.

His purple eyes glittered as he glanced at me, a flush already on his gray-purple skin.

“Begin,” James ordered from his chair.

The first few kisses of the flogger smacked loud onto Isaac’s skin and he let out a breathy moan. I watched him carefully, aware that he was still a relative novice no matter how many times we’d played by now. When his moans turned to cries, his back a masterpiece of red marks, I had managed to soak the flimsy fabric of the thong.

“Enough,” James said, barely raising his voice.

I turned around as James rose from the chair, eyes hooded and face impassible. The savage lust in his eyes made my breath still and I swear my clit gave a shiver. He walked over to us with slow, deliberate steps and by the time his claws raked through my hair and gripped me hard by the neck, I was longing to plunge my fingers into my drenched pussy.

James reached out and ran his hand down Isaac’s back, dragging a grunting cry from Isaac. When he got to the waist of Isaac’s shorts, James tore them down the center with one claw and ripped them off.

“You did not obey my instructions,” James said, the words for me even as his eyes roamed hungrily over Isaac and he fondled his ass. “And you need to be punished.”

I whimpered and tried to rub my thighs together but James’ foot kicked my legs apart.

“No, it’s your turn on the cross, I think. But not for a flogging.”

But he didn’t release me, just held me there by the throat, legs forced apart so I couldn’t get a release without him knowing. Instead, he reached for one of the fancy butt plugs on a nearby shelf where it had been resting inside a dish of lube.

“Little Isaac, tonight I’m going to take your ass,” James said, as if he were talking about what he was ordering for dinner. “But before then, I need to prepare you. Safe word?”

“G-green,” Isaac’s eyes were huge as he looked back at James.

As I watched, James eased the plug into Isaac’s rear as his eyes fluttered closed, mouth gaping from the sensation.

“Neither of you gets to come until I tell you,” James said once the plug was in. “Baby girl, release little Isaac and take his place, face up.”

I shook as I did as I was told, adrenaline and lust mixing into a heady cocktail in my blood. Isaac eased off the Saint Andrews and bit his lip as he started to walk. I knew it wasn’t just the flogging, the plug was moving too, stimulating places that Isaac had never felt before.

I laid on my back on the cross as Isaac restrained my wrists and ankles. I was splayed out, core aching with need, but James was not in a hurry to relieve me.

He snagged Isaac by the back of the neck and brought him in for a hard kiss as James’ tail snaked around and gripped Isaac’s cock. They were beautiful together, so much strength and primal energy coiled beneath hard muscles and otherworldly visages. James snapped his fingers and his leather pants disappeared, the head of his cock resting against his stomach.

He pushed Isaac to his knees and James fed him the thick, ridged member. Once Isaac had taken it between his lips, James seized a handful of Isaacs hair and dragged his mouth along it.

All I could do was watch, bound and writhing with arousal and no relief in sight.

“You see baby girl,” James’ voice was ragged along the edges as he fucked Isaac’s mouth, “if you don’t obey, you don’t get to play.”

“Please, I’ll be good.”

“You only say that because you want to come.”

I bit my bottom lip, the denial as pleasurable as it was painful.

“You suck my cock so good,” he said to Isaac. “Your pretty mouth was made for me, but I think I want to see it somewhere else.”

He pulled Isaac off him with a wet pop, the smaller Gargoyle’s expression drunk from the experience.

“Eat Stella’s cunt, but don’t let her come.”

Isaac crawled over to the cross just as James was tilting it to the perfect height for Isaac to be able to kneel and worship me. His hands skated up my thighs, and he looked to James, who was standing at my head, a claw drawing a circle around one of my nipples.

“Can I touch her too?” he asked.

James gave him an indulgent smile just before methodically rending the halter down the middle with the same claw that had been toying with my nipple.

“Of course, little Isaac, this is as much your reward as her punishment. Just don’t let her cum until I tell you.”

“Yes Daddy.”

Isaac sliced clean through the scraps of lace on my hips, a saucy grin on his face. He took his time, caressing and playing with my flesh. Biting me on my inner thigh, scratching my hips. He drew the remainder of the thong off my body, but he kept his lips and fingers just on the outside of where I was desperate for sensation.

“Isaac, please,” I whined, trying to arch my hips.

James pinched my nipple hard, and I gasped.

“Little Isaac, enough playing. I want to watch you eat her.”

“Yes Daddy.”

Isaac gave me a wicked grin before the first swipe of his tongue through my wet folds had my back arching off the cross with a yell. I ground my hips, trying to fuck his face, but Isaac backed off.

“Be a good girl,” James chided, tongue flicking out to lick my breast, “or I’ll deny you altogether.”

He would too. I knew that as a certainty. I was coiled so damn tight that the thought of not orgasming was a physical pain.

“I’ll be good, just please, James.”

He nodded at Isaac and continued to bite and lick my breasts.

Completely at their mercy, bound and spread out like a feast for them, my two Gargoyles worked my flesh with a fierce delight. Higher and higher they spun me, only to deny me the final push that would’ve relieved my aching pussy.

It wasn’t long before my sobs of need blended with the moans and wet kisses from Isaac at my core.

“Please,” I begged, tears tracking down my cheeks, “please let me come.”

James stood up and caught one of my tears with his claw.

“So pretty when you beg. Almost as pretty as when you come.”

My breath stuttered out of my gaping mouth as Isaac once again moved away from me.

James motioned for Isaac to stand, and I caught sight of his purple cock. It was darker than I’d ever seen it, pre-cum ran down the length. In the back of my mind, I was very impressed that Isaac hadn’t completely let loose. James caressed Isaac’s ass and took the plug out, dragging a deep groan from Isaac’s lips, another pearl of liquid falling from his engorged tip.

“You’ve pleased me,” James said, his tail wrapping around Isaac’s cock.

“Th-thank you Daddy,” Isaac rasped.

“I want you to give Stella as many orgasms as you can while I take your sweet little ass. And, since you’ve been so good, you can come whenever you want to.”

As if to emphasize that, James’ tail undulated around Isaac’s cock. His head lolled back, and I thought he’d blow right then and there. But his eyes flew open, resolve shining in them as he dove back into my pussy, a male on a mission. I wanted to watch the moment James sank into Isaac, to see what they looked like together in that way. But I was so over sensitized after being denied so many times that it didn’t take Isaac more than a few swipes over my clit in the exact way he knew I needed it before I shattered. My cries echoed through the room, over and over, one after another shot through me, each one more powerful than the last one.

Soon, it was all too much, and I cried out for him to stop. But Isaac’s tongue simply plunged into my pussy now instead of playing with my clit. And as he tongue fucked me, James’ hips snapped forward as he fucked Isaac’s ass. Each time James plunged into Isaac, his tongue thrusted deeper inside of me, curling perfectly to hit my G spot. In a way, James was fucking both of us at the same time. Our groans and cries filled the room with an obscene symphony of passion.

Just when I didn’t think I could take anymore, Isaac threw his head back, his eyes wide as he came. At the same time, James coated Isaac’s back with his release. The dregs of our voices faded into panting breaths as we all stood or laid or knelt there, soaking in the moment.

The shakes hit me first, and James got the restraints off just as Isaac began to tremble. He put one arm around each of us and walked us into the enormous shower that connected the sex room and the master suite. I was surprised Isaac and I could walk after that.

James sat me on a bench carved out of the wall right under a stream of warm water before holding Isaac tight.

“Are you alright, did I hurt you?” James asked.

“No.” Isaac’s gaze was glassy, a soft smile on his lips. “I’m so glad you are my first back there.”

James visibly choked up at that and pressed his forehead to Isaac’s. My throat tightened too, and I felt a little left out until James came over and knelt in front of me.

“You alright?”

“Yeah, I…I love you. Both of you so much.”

James kissed me, soft and slow, before Isaac came over and did the same.

The three of us held onto each other, warm water cascading down onto us from the four shower heads. I was so damn lucky to have my boys. To be this loved and treasured.

“Let’s get cleaned up, and then I’m taking my beloveds out for a good dinner,” James said. “I want to show you two off.”

“I like the sound of that,” Isaac said with a broad grin.

“Me too. Although it better not be one of those restaurants with the teeny tiny portions.”

James chuckled.

“I know you better than that.”

We traded more jokes as we cleaned up and got ready and a swell of happines threatened to overtake me. This was everything I’d ever wanted, these two Gargoyles, a career I loved, to be loved and to love completely.

I was one lucky woman.