“Yes, you can,” she says in a tone so dominant and so different from her usual voice that I immediately stop whining and lie still. “You can, and you will.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good girl.” She brutally pinches my other nipple and affixes the clamp. This time I writhe in pain, but I don’t cry out. “You’re so fucking good. Keep breathing, little ballerina.”
I nod, inhaling several deep breaths as Violet moves around the bed. She pushes my legs forward, and I draw my knees into my chest, then she bends and grabs a cuff from beneath the bed. Attached is a length of rope. She slips the cuff around my knees and pulls it tight, forcing my legs apart, my knees still bent and held in place at an uncomfortable angle. She moves to my calf and repeats the steps, tethering my foot and ankle to the bed with another cuff. My other leg is pinned in the same position, so I’m spread wide and held in place for her. She tugs on the rope. My legs aren’t going anywhere. Atticus leans forward in his seat and tightens his grip, pinning my arms beneath his steady hands. I wriggle, but I have no intention of trying to escape. Instead, a sigh escapes me.
Violet stands back to assess her handwork. “Mmm, so fucking pretty.”
She peels off her underwear, tossing the lacy fabric at Atticus who catches them mid-air, bunches them up, and brings them to his nose, inhaling deeply. Violet picks up the red leather strap-on. Looking at it now, I see it has four phallic attachments, two jutting out from the front, and two on the inside panel. She coats the inner two dildos in lubricant and steps into the apparatus. Spreading her legs wide, she works the silicone appendages inside her with a breathy moan.
“Does it feel good, darling?” Atticus says. His voice is closer now, and I shift my head to see him better. He stares at his wife with obvious lust as she undulates her hips, fucking herself with the strap-on.
“So good.” She crawls up the bed and settles on her knees between my legs. Her fingertips trace my labia, and then delve in deep. “I can’t wait to get inside her.”
“I’m a little jealous you get to fuck her while fucking yourself.”
A wry smile twists her lips. “Too bad, so sad. She’s all mine tonight, and you, Sir, can have her if and when I’m done.”
“Fucking little cock-tease.”
“You know it.”
“Please, Mistress,” I moan. “Please fuck me. I need so badly to be fucked.”
“You need what I say you need, slut. And right now, that’s to keep your mouth shut.” Violet levels me with her gaze, and pulls her fingers from my body. “In fact, Atticus, darling, will you hand me my panties?”
His wife’s panties are wadded up in his fist. He draws them away from his nose and hands them to Violet. She turns her mischievous grin on me. “Open wide, little ballerina. If you can’t keep your mouth shut, I’ll do it for you.”
I shake my head, but I can’t move anywhere.
“Open your fucking mouth for me, slut.”
My breathing comes in quick successions, not just because of my nervousness, but because as she’s leaning over me, the dildo rubs against my clit, driving me wild, something I’m sure she’s well aware of. With trembling lips, I open my mouth a fraction. Violet grabs my jaw, holding me still as she shoves her panties inside. Her taste is all over them, sweet, musky, and innately feminine.
“You like that, don’t you, my little pervert?”
I nod, savoring her flavor, the humiliation, and the overwhelming sense of calm I feel. I don’t know why I fought this. I want more of her. I want to bury my face in her pussy and make her come as she screams my name, but Violet has other ideas.
“Of course you do. You’re going to like this next part even more.” She grabs the lubricant and rubs the cock and anal probe attached to her strap-on. The hard silicone butts up against both of my entrances. I wiggle my hips, wishing she’d just fuck me already, but like any good Dom, Violet is making an effort to show me she’s in charge, and it’s up to her whether I get fucked.
She takes hold of the bottom appendage and pushes it against my ass. I know from my training that bearing down allows her an easier entry, so I do just that.
“Good. Your ass was made for fucking, baby girl.”
She slides deeper, the other dildo easily slipping into my slick pussy. I love this feeling, the fullness, the pleasure and pain of her thrusts as my body adjusts. I guess Violet loves it too because she groans and furiously pumps her hips, driving into me and into herself simultaneously.
Atticus lets go of my wrist and stands, edging close to the bed. He unfastens his fly and frees his cock. It’s hard, thick, and a dusky pink at the tip. He pulls the panties from my mouth, tucking them in his pocket. Then he slaps me with his dick, and tells me to open.I’m a good girl. I do as I’m ordered, and as he thrusts into my mouth, his wife drives into me with her strap-on. I moan around Atticus’ cock and arch my neck back to reach more of him.
Without warning, Violet pulls all the way out, and I gasp, a needy, pathetic sound. “You should see her from this angle. She’s wide open and gaping, hungry for more.”
“Well, I happen to like her from this angle very much,” he says, his voice thick with lust. He thrusts deeper, and I have no choice but to arch my neck farther to take more of him or risk choking. Violet enters me again, thrusting inside in time with her Sir.
Heat builds within me. Pleasure threatens to wash over me, but it’s just out of reach. Atticus reaches forward, his cock surging deeper, and grabs the chain connecting the cruel nipple clamps. Violet shifts, altering her pace as she fucks me. Her body is now flush with mine. The pressure on the clamps becomes too much. Her cries spur me on. I’m almost there. Atticus releases one clamp and then the other. Blood surges back to the sensitive flesh, and I scream around his dick as I explode into a million little pieces of light and pain, loss and desire. Violet’s body jerks on top of mine. Her cries are unmistakable. A beat later, Atticus spills thick jets of semen down my throat, and I swallow.
Time stretches out around us. We’re sweaty and spent, but we’re just getting started.
Atticus pulls free of my mouth, his long cock bobbing above us. Violet looks up at him with the kind of adoration that I hope to look at someone other than Ares with. He shoves his cock in Violet’s mouth, and she sucks him clean. I lift my head and lick the taut flesh of his balls. He groans. “We need to start with this next time.”