I can see that rebellion on her face again, the desire to fight back mixed with her need for our domination of her body, if not her spirit. “Yes,” she whispers finally, and my cock throbs so hard it feels as if it might tear through the front of my pants.
“If you’re very good, maybe we’ll let you.” Dean looks up at me, and I move towards Athena, my cock at eye level as I stop in front of her. I see her gaze flick to it, rigid and straining, and I can see the desire in her face.
She wants me. She wantsus.Sharing is nothing new to me. The three of us used to share girls all the time, back in high school. Particularly Dean and I. But none of those girlsbelongedto me; I never felt as obsessed with them as I have with Athena. They were all just your run-of-the-mill school sluts, cheerleaders desperate to be stuffed with one or more of our thick cocks.
Athena is different. She was always meant to be mine, I’m certain of that, but now—
Maybe I, too, have desires I’ve never allowed myself to look too closely at. Because the idea of sharing her with Dean right now is making me harder than ever. The idea of both of us dominating her, wringing every drop of pleasure that we can out of her writhing body as she moans for more—
Fuck.
“Since you obeyed my instructions so well,” I say, looking down at her as I reach to run my fingers beneath her jaw, tipping her face up, “I’ll let you choose how you’re punished, little Saint. The cane, the crop, or the belt? Or maybe something new? A flogger, maybe?”
A shudder runs through her at that, and when we’d first started all of this, I would have thought it was a shudder of fear. But I know better now. I can see the difference in her eyes, and I know it’s not fear.
It’s desire.
She doesn’t say anything for a moment, licking her lips in a way that I know is meant to be nervous, but is nothing but seductive to me.
“Decide quickly,” Dean says, his voice rough. “Or we’ll pick for you, little Saint.”
Athena shivers again, her lips parted and full and damp. All I can think of at that moment is how fuckinggoodit feels to shove my throbbing cock between them, to feel her lips and tongue sliding down my swollen, aching shaft.
“The flogger,” she whispers finally, her lower lip trembling with a mixture of lust and fear. I stifle a groan as my cock jerks again in the confines of my boxers, the material soaked through by now with pre-cum. It’s a miracle that the front of my pants isn’t, too.
Nothing in the entire world has ever been as fucking hot as Athena Saint kneeling in front of us, choosing how we punish her.
“Oh, you want to try something new?” Dean smirks. “Happy to oblige, little pet.”
“Stand up,” I tell her, as Dean strides across the room towards the cabinet, and Athena gracefully gets to her feet, pushing herself up without using her hands. She looks fucking gorgeous, the fine lines of muscle in her thighs flexing as she stands. She still has a handful of scars, the faint outline of bruises that are still healing, but she’s strong. She’s healing—inside and out, if her eagerness for tonight is any indication.
This isn’t us tormenting her anymore. It’s all of us playing together.
“Take your panties off.”
Athena moves quickly to obey, sliding the lacy thong over her hips. She’s worn it over the garters, so she can leave the belt and stockings on while baring her ass and pussy for our use, and I can see from the flush on her chest and neck and face that she’s hot and wet and ready for us.
It’s even more obvious when she hands me her panties, and I feel how wet they are.
I stuff them in my pocket, and her lips curl up in a smirk.
“That look on your face is how you get extra lashes, little Saint,” I warn her. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing,” she says, her voice demure but with a hint of humor in it still. “Just that Dean stole my panties once already. Now you have a pair of your own.”
I can’t help but groan at that. The Athena who didn’t like to give in, who fought herself and us every time we took her in hand, would have flipped out at the idea of me keeping a pair of her underwear, even if I’m perfectly within my rights to do so. But this Athena? Now? She looks as if she’s as turned on by the idea of my jerking off with her panties as I am.
Suddenly I can’t wait for later, to wrap the lacy material around the lubed shaft of my cock and stroke myself with the fabric coated in her scent.
But first, I’m going to enjoy this.
“Bend over the desk,” I tell her, my lips twitching in a half-smirk. “You know the drill by now.”
Athena does her best to keep her face serious, but I can see her fighting back a smirk of her own at the humor in my words. It strikes me that there’s never been this small amount of levity to our games before, and it’s shifted the mood.
Our pet is havingfun, and although I wouldn’t have thought of it before, it’s adding to my enjoyment, not taking it away.
She stretches out over the desk, giving us a full view of her round, pale ass framed in the black lace garter belt, a hint of her soft, wet pink pussy poking out. I swallow hard, my balls tight and aching, and I reach up to strip my shirt off as Dean strides over with the flogger in hand.