When I could pry her away from the Harvard library and urge Joseph away from his classes at Tufts University, I’d get them to help me with my sensual drawings. I was developing something of an online following, and I was able to sell my work. I’d even started earning enough to cover our bills for the little house we’d bought outside Boston. Dad had given me a chunk of cash and a “good riddance” on my way out of New York, but being with my new family—Joseph and Ashlyn—eased the sting of abandonment. And being able to help support us financially gave me a sense of personal pride I’d never known before.
Ashlyn let out the sexiest little whimper, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I set my drawing aside and snapped a picture on my phone for later reference. My balls ached and my dick throbbed, desperate to get inside her. I couldn’t sit back and sketch for even a second more.
I had to fuck her, had to touch her. I was as addicted to her as ever, and so was Joseph. Our pretty, clever little princess. She was focusing on her academics, but I knew that ultimately, her dream was to have a family. With both of us. We didn’t bother to hide our unconventional relationship, now that we were free of our families’ expectations. We made our own choices and lived to make each other happy. No one else mattered.
Joseph noticed that I’d set my work aside. He shot me a wicked grin and removed the clamps from Ashlyn’s nipples. She shrieked and writhed as blood rushed back to the abused buds. Joseph petted her wet pussy, making her cry morph into a desperate little whine.
I closed the distance between us and removed her blindfold. She stared up at me, her shining eyes dark with erotic pain. She’d taken to Joseph’s games beautifully, but I’d always be here to take care of her when he was a little harsh with her.
I cupped her jaw and traced the line of her lower lip with my thumb.
“Poor little princess,” I cooed. “Did Joseph hurt your pretty nipples?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, tipping her head back as Joseph continued to stroke her swollen labia.
“I’ll kiss it better,” I promised, dropping to my knees by the edge of the bed. I captured one of the abused buds between my lips, gently rubbing away the discomfort with my tongue.
She groaned and thrust her chest toward my mouth, welcoming more. I moved my attention to her other nipple, soothing it as well. After a minute, she began to moan and rock her hips against Joseph’s hand, seeking more stimulation.
“I think our girl needs to be fucked,” I told Joseph.
“I think so too,” he agreed, his voice deep with his own, darker lust. “She’s earned it.”
“Yes,” she begged. “Please, Sir. Please, Daddy.”
My cock jerked toward her, and Joseph’s jaw clenched with his own need. He was already naked, and I quickly undressed so I could join them.
Joseph lay down on his back, and I shifted Ashlyn so she straddled his hips, facing away from him. He scooted her to the edge of the bed, and when I stood, her lips lined up with my dick.
“Lower yourself onto Joseph’s cock.” She’d been such a good girl, waiting for my command.
His fingers curved into her hips, controlling her pace as he slowly guided her down onto his length. Once he was fully inside her, I brushed my cockhead against her lips, letting her taste my pre-cum.
She knew better than to try to suck me off right away. While Joseph gripped her hips and guided her to ride his cock, she started to kiss my dick, licking me and pressing her lips against me. I stared down at her, intoxicated by her reverence for me, by her innocent, complete devotion. Ashlyn didn’t hold anything back; she eagerly gave herself to both Joseph and me. Despite the dirty things we did to her, she was just as pure and perfect as she’d been when we’d first met her.
“Open up, babygirl,” I ordered, no longer able to stand her soft kisses. I needed the wet heat of her sweet mouth around me.
Her lips parted, and she welcomed me in as I slid all the way back to her throat. My girl had always been good a sucking cock, but in the last few months, I’d taught her exactly how Daddy liked it.
With her arms bound behind her, she needed me to help her balance. I wrapped her silky hair around my fist and braced her shoulder with my other hand, urging her to take me in slow, deep strokes.
Joseph increased his pace, and I heard him growl his need. He was close, but he’d make sure she came first. Her pleasure was always our first priority. She was devoted to us, and it was our responsibility to ensure her blissful happiness.
He eased his hold on her hips so she could control the pace, and he dipped one hand down to touch her clit. She whimpered around my cock, and I cursed as the sound tormented me with a surge of lust.
“Ride my cock,” Joseph commanded. “Make yourself come, angel.”
She started to grind against him, rotating her hips. I watched her small body tense as her pleasure crested. Joseph pinched her clit, and she screamed around my cock as her orgasm claimed her. Joseph groaned, his head dropping back as he thrust his hips up into her, riding out his own bliss.
I couldn’t hold back. Now that my girl had been satisfied, I let go. I pressed deep into her throat and released my cum into
her. She swallowed it all down, greedy for me. Her open hunger for both of us increased my pleasure, making me lightheaded with ecstasy.
I pulled free from her mouth and collapsed onto the bed. Joseph guided her off his cock and laid her between us, so we could both cuddle her close and stroke her. He left for a few seconds to retrieve his shears, and he cut away the ropes that bound her arms.
She let out a happy little sigh and closed her eyes, snuggling into my chest as Joseph rubbed her shoulders.
We both murmured words of love and praise as she softened between us, perfectly trusting and completely content.