Relax, we got this...

Nicki tenses as Tommy begins kissing her way down his chest, her lips brushing over each scar, each old wound, the ridges of knife cuts, the gravelled rough bumps of ancient scrapes, every crease where a bullet punctured his flesh. He's hard, his breath already heavy as he watches her, her sweet blue eyes locked onto his as her delicate hands go to his belt buckle. Deftly, she unhooks him, pulls the zipper down with her teeth. With a mischievous grin, she puts one finger over her lips, telling him to keep quiet. He's barely able to comply as she slides her hand around his shaft, tugging him free from his underwear, exposing the thickness and throb of his rod. Part of him is aware of the rest of the team in the other room, just beyond the door; another part is focused on the heat of her breath, tickling along the head of his cock. And Tommy's eyes, still focused on his as she licks her pale red lips, her light blonde hair slightly sparkly with the glitter she seems to have in all her makeups.

Across the country, Bailey has just enough time to drop the phone before Mistress Sarah takes charge, her hand curling into Bailey's hair, pulling the sub's head back sharply as her mistress leans in close and presses against Pet's needy bottom. "I didn't give you permission to leave your place, did I?"

"No, Mistress, " Pet whispers obediently. "I'm sorry I misbehaved." A rush of excitement races through her cunt as Mistress Sarah tugs her toward the bedroom and the waiting flogging bench. By the time they get to the bedroom door, Pet is totally in the scene, tears of pain on her cheeks, her cheeks nowhere as wet as her inner thighs, the slickness of her own cunt, the thick musky smell of her excitement mixing with the smokey earth smell of sweat-stained leather and old pine, Mistress forcing her down, clipping the links of Pet's collar into the hitch at the front of the bench, a hand in the small of Pet's back, and then the familiar touch of the leather straps on her wrists and ankles, the tight roughness on her skin like the kiss of a particularly harsh lover. Pet lets out an involuntary moan of pure lust as Mistress finishes making sure she's well secured.

Nicki's fingers clench into the clean white sheets, his body tense as Tommy sticks her tongue out and runs it playfully along the underside of his cock, her fingers holding his stiffness up toward his belly so she can lube every inch of his rod with her spit. Like a small flicking pink butterfly, Tommy's licking him all along the shaft, not yet moving her hand, the combination of the heat of her breath and the slippery wetness of her tongue coaxing a small pearly drop of cum to the tip of his cock. He reaches out, his hand going to her shoulder, trying to pull her up, to bring her closer, to please her as much as she's pleasing him. Instead, she pulls back, giggling. "No, no, no, silly man," she whispers, her voice at once both sexy and playful. "This moment right here is all about you."

"Seventeen, Mistress," Pet moans, her body on fire, the slap of the paddle, the bite of wood along the curve of her ass, the sting of the crop against her swollen and sensitive clit. Mistress is working her body to the very edge of what it can endure, each kind of pain coming in waves in unpredictable, almost random ways. Her nipples are so stiff they're rubbing against the wood of the stock, each time she flinches bringing a little hiss from her lips as the fire spreads, her mind slipping away as the pain and the pleasure begin to mingle.

Nick groans, Tommy's mouth coaxing him farther and farther along, drowning out the men who have died, the men he's killed, the constant marching corpses filing past in his mind's eye. Soon, he is arched back against the bed, his fingers gripping Tommy's soft soft hair, his hips bucking up, trying to fuck her mouth. He's suddenly aware of every sound, every wet spit-soaked caress, the creak-creak-creak of the headboard, the rhythm a sexual heartbeat, the pulsing pressure building up inside his balls-

"Forty, Mistresssss." Pet's words trail off in an over-heated hiss of exhaled breath, her eyes rolled way, way back in her head. Her whole body is overloaded with a million sensations all at once, her cunt soaking the leather of the bench, her ass quivering around the hard steel of the plug, her lips wavering and her flesh flushed red, every single inch of her skin glistening with the salty tang of sweat, tears, blood. She knows nothing now, only that she needs release, that she needs to hear the magic words, to feel her Mistress' touch. And then there's breath on her shoulder, fingers slipping down to tease along Pet's slick pussy lips, just as Mistress hooks her other hand up to place two long lovely fingers into Pet's hungry sucking mouth, Mistress whispering what a good girl she's being, those lovely fingers thrusting at both ends, Pet's body roughened and caressed by her shackles and ropes-

-and he explodes, her suction pulling him ever farther in, swallowing him, caressing every inch of his cock, milking him, his cum erupting from him in jets...

-and Pet squeals in ecstasy, her insides clenching at Mistress Sarah's fingers as her lover tickles her g-spot, driving Pet out her mind, her whole vulva convulsing as she cums hard, then jerks stiff and shuddery, a loud yelp of surprise as Pet's bottom thrusts back hard into Mistress, cumming even harder a second time as she squirts, wet and sticky, coating MIstress' fingers...

Two thousand miles apart, two couples lay very still, all bound, all tired, all expectations and fears and failings washed away in that God-given moment of bliss.