“That’s right, puppy. We both know you like being used.”
His cock twitched hard in response, but he was too busying trying to lick and suck and somehow breathe, and ignore Minnow’s teasing mouth and fingers. His body felt off balance – overwhelmed. When Severin yanked his cock out suddenly, his Prince Albert clacked against the inside of Rodrigo’s teeth. He wanted to beg for it back, but getting out of the awkward position Sev had been forcing on him was a relief on his spine.
Minnow jerked Rodrigo off with two fingers, too light to do more than tease, and his attention was drawn from Severin’s body to hers. The disparity between their sizes and builds made him wonder how he could lust so hard for them both.
Severin leaned down and swatted Minnow’s ass.
“I said tease him. Don’t put him to sleep.”
“I figured frustrating him while a vulnerable part of your anatomy was jammed in his mouth was a bad idea.” She wrapped a hand around Rodrigo’s shaft.
“No. Let go.” As soon as she had, he slid her over and got down beside her.
Rodrigo opened his mouth to ask what Severin was doing, but words escaped him. What the hell was Severin doing down there?
Before he could process what was happening, his cock was in Severin’s mouth.
What...but...he shouldn’t...
Fuck.
Rodrigo’s bound hands clung to one of the chair’s back supports as he tried desperately not to thrust up into Severin’s harsh suction. He hissed and squirmed, but managed to keep his ass down against the chair through sheer willpower, wanting desperately not to freak Sev out and ruin this. Tongue and mouth and lips – Rodrigo’s entire life narrowed down to Severin’s assault on his cock. Vicious. Commanding. There was no question who was being mastered.
A finger slid through the saliva then pressed against his asshole, broaching him hard and fast. He clenched his teeth on a desperate moan as Severin’s mouth tortured his cock and he finger-fucked his ass mostly dry. His finger pressed against his prostate. Impossible pleasure shot through him and he choked, forgetting how to breathe. Severin was looking up at him with an expression of pure malevolence that made Rodrigo tremble with lust. His gasping sobs weren’t providing his body with oxygen. Deprivation and sensation combined until he wasn’t sure if he would come or pass out.
Don’t move. Don’t freak him out.
Slowly, Severin sucked his way off of him and withdrew the big, scraping finger from his ass. In desperation Rodrigo arched, begging with his body for it not to be over.
“Now tease him properly.”
Rodrigo swore, fighting his bindings so hard his chair almost tipped, but Severin righted him. He fucked the air, hips raised, every muscle in his ass clenched as he sought relief.
A soft hand caressed his length. Delicate fingers stroked his balls. He ached with need, and Severin was going to keep him like this. It was fun when it was Minnow getting teased. It was not fun when he was so fucking close he could feel the stalled orgasm like a migraine spike in his guts.
“Fuck! No. Please, Severin. I’m sorry.” His voice hoarse and ragged, he was ashamed at his own sounds of desperation. Pride and stoic reserve were easy to cling to when it was just pain. He knew what to do with pain. How could he persevere through pleasure being used as a punishment?
Minnow’s little tongue flicked over his pulsing cock, and although he tried to thrust into her mouth, he couldn’t get the right angle. Was she laughing at him?
“Min, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll get me off,” he growled.
She glanced at Severin, who arched a brow at her, and she gave Rodrigo an apologetic, but hungry look before going back to using her mouth and hands to keep him right where their dominant wanted him.
Severin moved up behind Minnow and ran his fingers through the ends of her hair. He took a handful of her silken tresses and wrapped it around his cock. Her hair brushed Rodrigo’s bare legs while she worked on him, and he imagined what it would feel like to Severin, silk wrapped around his cock, guarding pierced flesh from calloused hand. Severin’s gaze slid from Minnow’s mouth to Rodrigo’s expression and back again. A muscle flexed in Severin’s jaw as Minnow took Ro into her mouth, sucking hard enough and long enough to take him back to the brink of orgasm, only to withdraw again. She jacked him off with gentle caresses, making his toes curl against the floor, as he tried to fuck her hand.
Rodrigo watched with envy as Severin stroked his thick shaft with the ends of Minnow’s hair, grip tight, his Prince Albert ring bright against the dark purple of his cock head. As much as it had hurt, Rodrigo couldn’t help but fantasize about Severin forcing his monster dick into his ass again, using him hard and fast. The memory of the aching pain as Severin pushed his way in, the knowledge that Severin preferred him not to like it – at least for the first few minutes – Severin’s abrasive hand gripping Ro’s balls hard so he couldn’t come. Rodrigo daydreamed about being used as he watched Severin masturbate, the two of them watching each other with lust.
A quiet groan pierced the quiet, and jets of come pulsed from Severin’s cock, spraying Minnow’s back and hair and Rodrigo’s straining thigh. Rodrigo swore in desperate misery, needing release, wishing Severin had chosen to come down his throat instead. Minnow broke away from Rodrigo’s cock, gasping, squirming.
“Please, Master, may I touch myself?”
“No.”
Severin got behind her and manhandled her until she was high on her knees with her arms draped over Rodrigo’s lap. He plunged into her pussy, the wet sound of it making Rodrigo bellow with frustration.
Rather than sucking his cock, as he’d hoped, she lay against it, mouth open, moaning and crying out as Severin fucked her hard, his gaze lazy on them both despite the snap of his hips. The king amusing himself with his toys.
So fucking full of himself.