“We’re going to punish you now, Athena, because you made us worry. But don’t worry. You’re going to like it.”
And just like that, Cayde spreads my legs apart as I stare down at him, my hands bound with my stretchy thong above my head, and presses his mouth against my pussy.
It’s not slow or gentle at first. It’s hot and sudden, his tongue pressing against my clit, lapping up the arousal that’s already soaking my swollen folds until I’m gasping, my thighs spreading wider of their own accord, and then Cayde sucks my clit into his mouth as he thrusts two thick fingers into my pussy, pressing them up against my G-spot as he sucks and flicks his tongue against my clit as if he’s trying to beat a world record for how fucking fast he can make me come.
And then, just as I can feel the small muscles in my thighs start to tremble, my body tightening in anticipation of the climax, he pulls back, his lips shiny with my juices as he leans back with a satisfied grin on his face.
Oh.And just like that, I understand what the punishment is.
They’re going to edge me until I’m begging them to let me come while I’m tied up with my own panties. And I already want to come badly, just from that.
I’m both furious and more turned on than I’ve ever been in my entire life.
Cayde strips his own shirt off and then reaches into his sweatpants, pushing them down so that he can pull out his stiff, thick, heavy erection. It looks huge even in his hand, and as he leans back, lazily stroking it from base to tip as he cups and rolls his balls in his other hand, Dean sinks onto the couch next to him, doing exactly the same.
“Spread those legs wide, little Saint,” Cayde says, licking his lips, and a jolt of arousal shoots through me as I realize that he’s still tasting me on them. “I want to see that wet, pink little pussy while I play with myself until you cool down a little.”
“I think it’s more red, by now,” Dean says conversationally, his thumb teasing the head of his cock, spreading the pre-cum gathering there down the pulsing vein on the underside. I suddenly want their cocks more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my entire life, my pussy clenching with need, my clit throbbing with wanting Cayde’s lips and tongue on it again. “She’s so fucking horny; just look at her. Such a horny little pet.”
I moan, tossing my head back. They look so fucking hot sitting there, Dean elegant and lean, the muscles in his arm flexing as he slowly strokes himself, and Cayde broad and rougher, his hand squeezing his shaft as he looks hungrily at my pussy. I want them to fuck me so badly, and at that moment, I’m pretty sure that no matter what happens from here, they’ve fucked me up for the rest of my life. No one else will ever be able to compare to the way that the three heirs of Blackmoor make me feel. It’s impossible.
“I think it’s my turn for a taste,” Dean says then, letting go of his cock and moving towards me on the couch. I can see Cayde still lazily playing with himself, and then Dean blocks my view, leaning over me to flick his tongue over my aching clit.
A shudder goes through me, and I clench my hands together, my back arching as he runs his tongue in slow circles around it, back and forth, until I’m so wet I know I’m soaking the couch below me, my pussy clenching rhythmically with the need to be filled. He’s the exact opposite of Cayde, who ate me rough and hard. He’s slow and gentle instead, flicking his tongue and licking around my clit and over my folds until I think I’m going to go mad with it. He brings me back to the edge slowly, teasing and licking and playing until I want to beg him for more, harder, faster, but I grit my teeth. I can play this game just as well as any of the others, and part of me doesn’t want to give in yet, either. I want to come—but I also want the endless, delicious teasing to go on. Maybe not forever, but for a little while longer for sure.
I feel him groan against my skin, his tongue lapping at me, and then as he flicks his tongue over my clit faster, I feel the orgasm starting to build, my back arching and thighs tensing as I feel myself on the edge of coming—
And then he pulls back, just like I knew he would.
They keep taking turns until I lose track of time. Cayde will bury his face between my thighs, licking me hard and fast, biting and sucking at my folds, sucking my clit into his mouth until I’m ready to scream with an explosive orgasm. Then they’ll tease their cocks while I watch, panting and shaking, until I calm down enough for Dean to take his turn, gently licking my clit until I feel like I’m going to come apart at the seams.
And then they turn up the heat even more.
I’ve lost track of how many turns they’ve taken when they both move towards me. Cayde leans down, licking at my folds while teasing my entrance with the tips of his fingers, while Dean suddenly leans down, too, his tongue circling my clit.
A desperate, helpless moan spills from my lips, my hips bucking up against them as I squirm and cry out, needing to come more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life. One of them at a time was almost too much, but now both of them, two tongues, both of their fingers, teasing and licking and sucking and playing with me is going to drive me insane with the need to come. Dean is sucking at my clit, the stiff point of his tongue pushing the hood back and sliding over the bare, pulsing bundle of nerves, and Cayde is running his tongue over my folds, his fingers pushing inside of me now, stroking as Dean’s hand slides under my ass, squeezing and making me wonder if he’s going to touch me there next.
I can’t stop. I’m going to come, and I know I should keep quiet, hope that it can sneak up on them before they can stop, but I hear myself crying out anyway, my shriek of pleasure filling the room. “I’m going to come, oh God, I’m going to, I—”
Both of them jerk back as if they’ve been burned, and Dean suddenly reaches out and pinches my clit, the shock of pain driving my orgasm back and making me yelp.
“Beg for it, little pet,” he says, a satisfied grin on his face. “Beg for us to let you come, and maybe we will. Or maybe if we’re not convinced you’ve learned your lesson, we’ll just watch you squirm while we jerk off on you and leave you like this.”
Something about that particular image makes me moan again, leaving me panting and squirming exactly like he suggested as I look up at them both.
I hate this, and I love it. I hate that they make me feel embarrassed, pleading, needy. That they can reduce me to the point of being willing to do almost anything for the pleasure they promise. And I love that pleasure. I love the ache spreading through my body, the shivery need, the way seeing them hard for me makes me want them so badly. The thought of them leaving me unfulfilled while they cover me in their cum turns me on for some reason I can’t even begin to comprehend. At the same time, I can feel myself on the verge of begging because I know I can’t bear for them to leave me like this.
“No?” Cayde grins. “You’re not going to beg?” He shrugs, and his hand starts to slide down that thick, gorgeous cock of his again, the head so red and swollen and dripping with his pre-cum that I know he must be close too. “Well, I guess it’s time to use her as our cum towel then, Dean.”
They both step towards me, hard cocks jutting over my bare, splayed body as they brace themselves and start to stroke, and I know them well enough by now to know the signs, to know that any moment now they’ll be finished and I’ll be left like this, hot and aching and wet and cum-splattered with no hope in sight. And if I get myself off, they’ll know.
“We’re going to leave you tied, just like this,” Dean says as he strokes, as if he knows exactly what I’m thinking. “So there’s no chance of you satisfying that sweet, wet pussy yourself. Who knows, maybe in the morning we’ll come to have a taste again and make you go to class sopping wet.”
“Please!” I hear myself gasping it before I can stop, my whole body tight and shivering with the need to come. “Please make me come, please, please, I need to come so fucking bad, please—”
“Hmm.” Dean’s hand slows a little on his cock, and he glances at Cayde. “Is that good enough?”
“No, I think you can beg better than that.” Cayde grins. “Iknowyou can.”