MALLON
Jesus Christ, Bree is a sight. I use my grip on the spreader bar to pull her knees almost all the way up to her shoulders. The web of rope that crisscrosses her tan skin pulls taut as her neck stretches to swallow my cock. I grab one of her perfect, bouncy tits, pinching her nipple before giving it a little smack.
She moans enthusiastically, swallowing around me like a silky fist every time I go deeper. I keep having to close my eyes and think of every boring thing under the sun just to keep from spurting down her throat.
“Fuuuck,” I mutter, stroking her silky hair. The sleek ponytail is long gone, her dark strands hang loose, brushing my calves. She hums at my touch, like the affection makes her body sing. I jerk my head at Leo and Thorin, getting their attention before petting her again.
“Mmmm.” They watch her body intently as her throat vibrates around me. I know what ignorant people think of doms. That we’re all looking for someone to smack around under the guise of consent. That we’re savage and uncaring. The wolf in sheep’s clothing. I’m not saying there aren’t doms out there that deserve the scrutiny, but for me — for all three of us — the satisfaction of BDSM is dialing in on a sub’s desires. Peeling back the layers of bullshit we all carry around to uncover what she hides deep in her soul. That, and making them come like a fire hydrant being flushed on a summer’s day.
Thorin nods, his tongue buried in her ass. Leo’s lips twitch in a soft grin. He steps next to me, his monster dick whipping around like a baseball bat.
Show off.
I gesture for him to take her mouth and pull out with a little pop. The second I do, my balls start aching, brutally chastising me for giving her over. She looks up at Leo and I, cheeks flushed as she opens wide, her tongue sticking out eagerly.
Leo stands to her right and holds his dick above her mouth, making her reach for it with that little pink tongue. My feet fuse to the mat, my hand going to my throbbing hard-on at the sight of her. She licks the underside, and swirls her tongue around the head, trying to draw him closer. Her lips stretch around his girth as she takes him deeper.
“Jesus,” Leo rumbles, steadying himself on the edge of the cushion like his knees might give out. His eyes roll back in his head. I hear him mutter something about ‘dick-taking savant’ and chuckle. He’s not wrong.
Thorin brings Bree’s hips back down to the bed, and rests his palms on the backs of her thighs. She moans around Leo, who utters a string of truly impressive swears.
I push one slippery finger into her, careful not to hit Thorin in the face as I add a second. Curling my fingers, I search out her g-spot, zeroing in on it so fast it’s not even funny. We’ve got her blood pumping good and hot. I stroke my fingers in and out of her at a leisurely pace. No sense in rushing a good thing. She watches me in her periphery with puppy dog eyes. If looks could beg, that one would be on its knees. When I don’t speed up or increase the pressure, she whimpers around Leo’s dick.
“Good girl,” he grunts his praise, fisting her hair in one hand for leverage. The other strokes her cheek, and she leans into it subtly. “So good… God, you suck that dick so good.”
“Mm-hm.” Bree is panting, body strung tight. Her wrists strain against the rope, fingers reaching at the empty air. I lay my palm over the back of her hand, threading my fingers between hers and give her a gentle squeeze.
Leaning down, I look her right in the eye. “You want to come so bad, don’t you?”
She moans an ascent, the best she can do with Leo’s hog in her mouth. “Tell you what,” I offer. “If you can suck Leo dry, maybe we’ll let you come. Take all his cum and swallow it down like the greedy little whore you are.”
Bree’s pussy clenches around my fingers, and from the way Thorin is growling, doubling down his efforts, I’d say he felt that too. Eager to please, or maybe just eager for an orgasm, Bree’s head bobs, drawing Leo so deep that his dick disappears completely, and his legs nearly buckle.
“You’re such an asshole,” Leo grunts and stares at the ceiling, a pained grin on his face, but Bree’s eyes shine with a smug sort of pleasure. Brat.
“I think you’ll recover,” I snark back. Truly, the dude has the fastest fucking refractory period I’ve ever seen. He’d make seasoned porn stars jealous. Five minutes, and he’ll be right back at it.
Thorin presses an oiled-up finger to her asshole, slowly sinking deeper. “Fuck, you’ve got a tight ass,” he grunts, adding a second finger. He twists his fingers, stretching her puckered hole.
She squirms, moaning around Leo’s cock. Brat or not, I can’t take my eyes off of her. Those dark eyes track each of us, devouring every detail. Her pussy is sopping, rewarding me with little gushes when I hit that spot just right. I have to keep reminding myself to slow down. The temptation to finger fuck her until she soaks the studio is real. Her thighs glisten with it in the dim light. Leaning down, I lap at her honey, cleaning the soft curve of her thigh and the inner crease of her hip with my tongue.
Leo lets out a guttural groan as he goes off, his fingers flexing in the hair he’s tangled at the back of her head. Bree watches him, her eyes wide, and again, I get the impression she’s trying to memorize every detail. Leo pulls out and, legs shaking, drops to his knees. He leans over her, stroking her hair and whispering praise. She eats it up, leaning into his touch and practically purring like a kitten.
Thorin lifts his chin toward me, giving me a heads up before he lowers her back to the cushion. “I think our pet earned her reward. Mal?” He raises an eyebrow at me. I nod, giving her a long look before rolling her over. With her forearms bound to her calves, and the bar spreading her thighs, Bree can’t do much more than whimper as I position her. Her cheek and shoulders press into the cushion, her juicy ass high in the air.
She trembles and lets out a moan as I push my ring and middle finger back into her sweet pussy. My fingers make a squelching sound in her juices, and I feel her tense up. “Ah fuck, that’s sexy,” I growl, leaning over and giving her curvy peach of an ass a bite. “Such a dirty, wet girl.”
Bree moans, relaxing into my touch again. I put more pressure on her g-spot, my whole arm moving with each thrust. Thorin and Leo run their hands over her body, nails scratching, fingers grasping. Leo spreads her ass cheeks, fingering her little pucker.
“How much dick do you think you can take in these tiny little holes, Bree? Should we find out?” I murmur, giving her ass a smack. She clenches around my fingers, her pussy pulsing, fluttering, teetering on the edge.
“We’re going to make you come over and over. You know that right? You’re going to have to beg us to stop. We’re going to take turns fucking this tight little pussy. We’re going to fuck you hard, fill all these sexy little holes until us cum is dripping out of you—spilling down your pretty legs so everyone knows what a filthy little whore you are for us.”
Thorin squats down, putting his nose an inch from hers and wrapping his hand around her throat. He murmurs praise and squeezes, slowly increasing the pressure. Bree stares into his eyes, transfixed, and lets out a plaintive, mewling little moan that makes my dick drip. He stares back, keeping his expression intentionally inscrutable, but whatever passes between them, it’s not nothing.
Bree’s trembles grow into full body shaking. “Good girl,” I growl, spanking her ass hard enough to leave a palm print. “Give it to me.” She pants, nodding her head in tiny little jerks at whatever Thorin is saying before turning her face toward me.
Her eyes are pleading as her lips part on a silent scream. Her lashes flutter, her deep eyes rolling back in her head. I’m fucking aching, the blood pounding in my ears. The need to come—to feel her hot, slippery pussy wrapped around my dick—eclipses almost everything else. Almost. I still can’t tear my gaze away from her.
Just when I thought she couldn’t get any fucking sexier, her pussy floods. My fingers make wet, obscene sounds as her tight little cunt clenches them in a death grip. I smack her ass again and she screams her release, writhing against the rope and gushing all over my hand.
Fuck, she’s sexy. My balls tighten up and my dick throbs, threatening to spurt all over her, but I get control of the eager bastard. Bree trembles, her body slack on the cushion. I pull my fingers free of her sopping pussy and reach around, putting them between her lips.