Sophia
“Ready for more?”
Julian’s question hangs in the air.
For a decade, everything about that night with them has played in a non-stop loop in my memory. Even when I was hurt—even when I was angry—I haven’t been able to forget about my threesome with them.
And now, I get more of it.
“Yes,” I choke out around Damien’s cock.
Julian’s nails rake down my back again. “And how hard do you want to play, Sophia?”
They’ll stop the second I want them to. Julian and Damien would never do anything to make me uncomfortable. They might inflict pain, but it will always be a pain I crave. They might spank my ass, but I will thrill after each harsh stroke. Their cocks might choke my throat, but only because I want it. They might make me cry, but the tears, when they fall, will be cathartic. I know this with every fiber of my being.
I hoist myself off Damien’s cock long enough to say, “Do your worst.”
Damien chuckles softly, and then his voice turns steely. “Did I give you permission to move your mouth from my cock?”
A thrill shoots through me. I’m such a sucker for that tone. They only have to order me around, and I turn into a wet, whimpering mess. And they know it.
Something hot drops on my spine. For a second, fire blooms at the point of contact. I exhale in a rush, and another drop falls on my back.
It’s a candle, dripping wax on my skin.
Oh, God, yes.
I start to turn, trying to see Julian’s face, but Damien shakes his head. “No, sweet Sophia,” he says. There’s no give in his voice, none at all. The easy charm and the quick smiles are hidden under a layer of sternness. “I want your attention on my cock.”
I’m so turned on that I can’t breathe. I can’t think. My mind is lost, submerged under a haze of need. I suck Damien’s cock into my mouth again. “Good girl,” he says approvingly.
His fingers tangle in my hair, but he’s not fucking my throat as much as reminding me that he can.
Julian rakes a path down my back with his nails and immediately follows it with a drizzle of hot wax. I squirm as relentless pleasure winds through me. The heat fades quickly as the wax hardens, but inside me, an inferno blazes.
Then something cold and wet trails over my skin.
Ice.
“I want you to feel every minute of this, Sophia,” Julian says. “I want you to take everything I’m giving you, and I want you greedy for more.”
“Yes,” I sob around Damien’s thick cock. “Yes, please, yes.”
“You need my permission to come,” he adds with wicked amusement. “Got it?”
I wanted to be pushed, and I’m going to get my wish. I’m not going to survive this.
I suck Damien’s length into my mouth. The tension rises. I’m drunk with the sheer eroticism of the moment. I’ve never been so wet, so swollen, so desperate.
Hot wax. Cold ice. Julian is a master craftsman, these are his tools, and I’m the lucky recipient of his fiendish imagination. Fire and ice. Pain and pleasure. I’m balanced on a knife’s edge, aching and needy. Lust builds inside me, filling me to the brim, and I bob my head faster on Damien’s cock, focusing on his moans and grunts to keep my orgasm at bay.
“Of course,” Julian continues. “You’ve already come once today, haven’t you? So you can ask for permission, and you can beg, but you won’t be allowed to orgasm before Damien does.”
Damien chuckles, a strained edge in his voice. “Damn you, Julian,” he grinds out. “Okay, fine. Let’s make this interesting.”
Interesting? They’re jerks, both of them. Damien was close. Now he’s determined not to come, and I have no doubt he has awe-inspiring levels of self-control.
“Julian, please,” I whimper around the thick cock in my mouth. “I can’t. . .”