Tank steps down the first few steps, meeting me three-quarters of the way up. Presuming that the game has begun, I scoot to the side to past him and politely say, “Excuse me.”
He grips my chin and tips my head up. “You’re not going anywhere.”
My entire body tingles.
Winger’s hands stroke up my legs from behind. I’d been so focused on Tank, I hadn’t noticed he’d caught up with me. Winger’s thumbs catch under my ass cheeks but over my leggings.
Bummer, I didn’t wear a skirt. The problem is short-lived when he trails them upward and removes my leggings.
I reciprocate the action with Tank and pull his underwear down, dragging my tongue over his tip, taking in his musky pre-cum. Free from his underwear, he sits on the step and drags his thumb over my lips, catching my lower lip as he tucks his thumb inside.
“You’re going to suck my cock.”
I consider saying something clever about it being better to give than receive, but I opt for a simple challenge. “Am I?”
“You didn’t run.”
“I didn’t know I was supposed to.” Nor am I sure I have the energy. The addition of kids to the household offers extra obstacles scattered haphazardly on the floor. We’d need to pick up before running through the house.
“Would you like to?”
I lunge toward the side but he steps into my path. Winger grabs my hands and pulls them behind me. With Tank on a higher step, his cock is at face level. He grips himself and taps his tip against my lips.
“Not this time, Tiny. You don’t always get what you want.”
We all know this statement is rarely true. And while they might have new ideas of how we can play. I want lots of orgasms and to snuggle with them, both things I’m likely to get.
Movement at the top of the stairwell catches my attention. A video camera is barely peeking around the corner. Purge steps forward with it.
On film. That’s something we haven’t done before. He comes closer and tosses a pair of handcuffs to Tank.
The camera had been so distracting, I hadn’t noticed the cuffs. And it’s not like he could have had them hidden anywhere since he’s in his undies too.
“Still want to get away, Money,” Purge laughs as he moves closer while watching the screen.
I try to wrestle my hand free and I give Winger a challenge, but he ends up wrapping his arm around me, overpowering me, and making it easy for Tank to slap the handcuff on my wrist.
In one swift move, they have one of my hands attached to the stair railing.
Handcuffs remain one of my favorite toys. Maybe because they always remind me of my first night. Maybe because being in handcuffs pretty much guarantees I’m about to have a lot of orgasms.
Heaven forbid I ever get arrested. I’m not sure how that would go.
Tank sits on the stair above me, reaches around, and slaps my ass.
I startle from the sting even though I liked it, and he rubs gently to soothe me, but his words offer much more than his hands.
“I don’t know if you realized what you were in for when you bought us so many Christmases ago, but every day I’m with you is like a fucking holiday.” He kisses where he spanked me. “Bend over and take that cock now, unless you want to give your safe word a try.”
“There’s a first time for everything,” I tease. “Bon…appétit.”
I use my free hand to steady myself as I bend at the waist, lick my lips, and lean down for his cock.
On the step below me, Winger nudges my legs apart. I think he’s going to have sex with me, until I realize he’s sunk down and his head is between my legs. He’s eating my pussy from behind, which is so fucking hot. I don’t know why that’s even better than in front, but it is.
I glance up at Purge whose underwear is gone, and he’s got his cock in one hand. He positions the video camera at a few different angles.
“Scoot over, Tank.” Purge nudges him with his foot.