LEO
My knees hit the mat as Bree’s dress falls around her feet. “Fuck,” I growl. She stares down at me, tits heaving with each breath she takes, straining against Mallon’s hold. Her ass thrusts back against his hips and from the pained expression on his face, she’s giving him quite the lap dance. I’d be jealous, but the sight in front of me is enough to wipe my mind to a blank slate.
Carefully trimmed curls adorn her pubic bone, silky soft and as dark as her ponytail. I run a single finger over them, trailing down to the glistening arousal coating her luscious thighs. “Fuck, that’s a pretty pussy.” I tear my gaze away from heaven, and look behind her at Mal. “She’s so fucking wet. Dirty girl was wandering around the club with her pussy dripping down her thighs.”
I hear a rumbling growl from Thorin, but his hands are full of his rope. Behind Bree, Mal closes his eyes, doing his best not to jizz in his pants, most likely. But when he speaks, his voice doesn’t carry a hint of that struggle. Dude has a serious dom voice when he wants to. “Get a fucking taste, then. Show her what happens to dirty girls who forget their panties.”
He sure as fuck isn’t in charge of me, and there’s a snowflake’s chance in hell of me calling him ‘sir.’ Three doms with one sub might be a tall order for most, but for three doms with a serious voyeur streak, and the ability to check our egos at the door, this is what works for us. And judging by the way Bree clamps her thighs together, rubbing them for any ounce of relief she can get, it works for her, too.
“Spread your legs, Bree.” I keep my voice low, making her work to hear me. Mallon is the growler, not me. I prefer to speak softly and swing a big dick, a phrase both Thorin and Mal roll their eyes at, but subs don’t seem to mind. Especially the big dick part.
She bites her lower lip and does as she’s told, but her feet only move a couple of inches. I press my middle finger to her pussy, slipping just the first knuckle inside her before pulling back out. Bree moans pitifully, but I land a sharp smack on the inside of her thigh and get to my feet, leaning over her.
Mal releases his hold on her throat, but keeps her arms pinned behind her back. I grip her jaw, forcing her eyes up; pushing the edge of rough to make my point. “I told you to spread your legs. You only spread them an inch, so that’s all you get in that greedy little pussy. You want my fingers? You want my tongue?”
Bree nods frantically, her gorgeous brown eyes wide. I raise my eyebrows, but she doesn’t say it, so I land a quick slap to her pussy. Not hard enough to hurt, just enough to shock her. But from the way those eyes flare with excitement before melting back into heavy-lidded lust, she fucking liked that way too much. Well, not too much. It’s never too much.
“Yes, sir,” she breathes.
“Good girl.” I tap her feet with one of mine. “Spread.” Bree does as she’s told, her legs parting so quickly that Mal has to support her weight until her toes settle back on the mat. I kneel in front of her, a filthy parishioner, eager to worship. Mal fists her hair, angling her face down toward me.
“Watch him eat that dripping cunt,” he growls in her ear. The muscles in her stomach tense as she stares at me. I bring the tip of my tongue to her clit, feathering little flicks against the bundle of nerves but never giving her any real pressure. I tongue every fold, circling the hood of her clit. Bree peers down at me, eyes rapt and glazed with lust. She licks her lips, but they remain parted in a soft, awe-filled pout.
“I bet she tastes good,” Mal mutters at me. I pull her clit between my lips and hum in agreement. We all have our kinks, and Mallon gets hard making them squirm with his voice. I’ve watched him talk a sub ninety-nine percent of the way to an orgasm, and from the way Bree’s hips keep bucking, she’s a fan of his brand of dirty talk. She’s going to be a fun one to restrain, I can already tell she’s going to fight and wriggle, beg and plead.
Still, eating a writhing pussy is hard work. I grab handfuls of her ass, yanking her hips back to my face so I can bury my tongue in her cunt. My nose bumps her clit, already swollen and peeking out of its hood. I shake my head from side to side and Bree cries out, half-moan, half-scream and a gush of sweetness hits my tongue.
I pull back, letting her watch me as I wipe the moisture from my chin and suck it off. Looking over her shoulder at Mal, I grin. “We’ve got a gusher.” Mal groans and holds her steady. I turn my gaze to Bree. “Wait until he gets his hands on this pussy. You’re going to need to hydrate.” Her pupils flare, and even in the soft light of the Shibari studio, there is no disguising her excitement.