THORIN
Brielle’s focus is almost singularly mine. With the exception of little glances toward Leo and Mal, she obediently keeps her eyes on mine. Her pink tongue glistens behind her open lips, and just the thought of sliding my dick against it makes my tip drip. A little splash of pre-cum lands on her breasts and trails down into her cleavage.
“Fuck,” I hear Mallon mutter. “We should have done this at the house.”
“We can relocate,” I reply without looking away from Brielle. “Later.”
Using my grip on the belt to hold her steady, I feed my cock between her lips. Wet heat envelopes my head as she sucks greedily, bobbing to pull me deeper. “Good girl,” I grate between clenched teeth, working myself deeper. “Take it all, bunny. Swallow me down that tight little throat.”
Her eyes shine, but she doesn’t pull away. I feel her swallow around me and for a second, I’m afraid I’m going to lose control. Leo and Mal move, standing on either side of Brielle. She blinks up at them through her lashes, eyes widening as she watches them. Neither of them seems to be shooting for the finish line. They just slow stroke it for her benefit.
I pull out, leaving her gasping for air, and lean over her. “Is it my business yet?” Brielle stares up at me, her lips puffy. When she doesn’t answer me right away, I put my dick back in her mouth and pull her farther onto it using the belt. She moans. She fucking moans.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were enjoying this.”
Brielle doesn’t look away as she nods. Between my cock in her mouth, and her hair tied to her wrists, calling it a nod might be generous, but there’s no mistake. She loves it.
I pull free again, tightening my grip on the belt as I lean over her. “Is it our business now?”
“I don’t — I don’t remember,” she pants. Her eyes are heavy with lust, her cheeks pink. Leo reaches down, pinching her hard little nipple through the see-through white lace. Her breath hitches with a moan, and she grinds shamelessly against my foot.
“You forgot?” I chuckle, releasing the belt from around her neck and stepping back. I swing the tail between her splayed knees, giving her pussy a little tap. She gasps and bites her lip, watching my movements.
For me, the belt is all about the threat; that little trickle of fear that runs down her back. Just knowing how easy it would be to hurt her with it is enough to get her adrenaline pumping. I swing it lazily. Tap. Tap. Tap.
By the fifth swing, she’s moaning. I lean down and pull her panties aside, swiping a finger along her slit. My finger comes away shining; coated in her juicy pussy. She trembles, watching as I rub her arousal over the head of my dick and shove it back in her mouth.
“How’s that cock taste now?” I growl. She bobs harder, moaning around my length. I swear to Christ I almost shoot straight down her throat. I’m not going to make it long. Between the ultimate blue balls last night, and the sounds she keeps making around my dick, I’m riding the edge of a hair trigger.
Grabbing a fist full of her hair, I pop her off my dick one last time, and boop her on the nose with each word I speak. “Who. Is. Brian?”
Brielle’s eyes light up with realization and she grins.
“One of the kickboxing instructors at my gym. Kelly wants him baaa—.” She draws out the last word, presumably ‘bad’, but I don’t let her finish it before filling her mouth again.
She gives a throaty chuckle, eyes full of mischief now that she remembers why she’s being punished. “You are such a brat,” I growl, holding her face and thrusting between her lips. She flicks at my piercings with her tongue, and my balls tighten up, a pulsing rush building at the base of my spine.
Brielle’s eyes roll back in her head like she can’t think of anything she wants more. “Good girl,” I groan. “That mouth isn’t sassy anymore, is it? Can’t talk back with a dick down your throat.” She shakes her head, just a fraction of an inch.
“That’s it… take it all.” My vision closes in, and I grunt. “Good girl. Take that dick and swallow every drop I give you.” She lets out a hum, and I can’t hold back another second. I push my dick deep down her throat and hold it there, spurting down her throat, my eyes rolling back in my head.
Brielle swallows me down, her throat milking the cum from my cock. My head falls back, and I bite my lip hard enough to taste blood, trying to contain my groan. She sucks and sucks until I’m shaking, my body wrung out.
I pull away and stroke her cheek. When I look down at Brielle, her adorable little lips are pulled up in a smirk. Oh, she is proud of herself. And she should be. “Holy fuck,” I whisper, sinking down to my knees in front of her. I reach around pulling the little quick release knot tied in her hair.
Cupping her jaw, I lower her chin slowly. Mascara trails down her cheeks and her eyes are sleepy, but that blissed out smile on her face is all subspace. My heart beats double-time as she blinks at me, and instead of the post-nut clarity I usually feel, I just want more.