One Ring (Suncoast Society #28)(27)

She mumbled around Carl’s cock. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl,” Don said. He swung his body behind hers, pressed against her, his hard cock brushing against her bound hands. “Feel my cock, baby?”

“Yes, Sir,” she mumbled.

“Wrap your fingers around it.”

She did, as best she could.

He reached around her and grabbed her breasts, her throbbing nipples. In her *, the vibrating dildo only intensified the erotic ache inside her, her swollen clit wanting attention to make her come again.

“There will be times we’ll tie you up, make sure these beautiful breasts of yours are tightly bound, and sit there and do nothing but suck your nipples until you’re begging us to do anything we want to you to make you come. Because good girls beg their Sirs when they’re horny, don’t they?”

Carl lifted her head off his cock so she could answer. “Yes, Sir!” she said.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Carl said.

“Of course it’s hot,” Don said, giving her breasts another squeeze. “Because she’s finally found the right home. Our good girl is going to learn how to service her Sirs’ cocks properly. She’s going to keep her * shaved for us, so that whenever we want, we can push her legs apart and eat that sweet *. Aren’t you, girl?”

“Yes, Sir!”

Don pulled her up against his body, her fingers wrapped around his cock and her arms still pinned behind her. Carl reached in and started playing with her abused nipples, the ache only intensifying her need.

I guess I am a masochist. Good to know.

“First,” Don said, “we train our girl to get wet whenever we want her to be wet. Then we’ll start training you by spanking you while we make you come, until any time you so much as see one of our implements, it gets you wet and horny. Then, even if we’re in public, I can smack your ass with my hand and know that you’re getting wet.”

Don finally stood, changing positions with Carl. “Go get a paddle,” Don told him once his cock was in her mouth, his hands cradling her head the way Carl’s had.

She whimpered.

“Is that a safeword?” he asked.

She shook her head, not able to speak with his cock down her throat.

“Good girl,” he cooed, stroking her hair. “Good girls love it when they get f*cked with a nice, red ass.”

Carl returned with a paddle.

“Light swats,” Don told him. “Not too hard, just enough to be stingy. Might as well start her training right.”

And they were stingy swats, but she’d had worse from them. She felt herself blissfully soaring in subspace, her tears coming as she sat there, Don’s cock hot and hard against her tongue and her unable to do anything but swallow. He wouldn’t let her move.

“Ooh, our team scored,” Don said. “Cheer, girl.”

She tried to mumble it around his cock and ended up humming.

“Oh, holy f*ck, that’s good,” he said. “Good girl!”

Her world ended with these two men, the paddle swats, the way she tried to hump her hips against the towel and vibrator, the pleasure and pain rolling through her, mixed into one delicious ball like chocolate chip cookie dough.

She wanted it all, and more.

She didn’t know how long she knelt there, but finally Don started slowly f*cking her mouth. “Okay, baby. I’ve built up a big load for you. This means I’ll last even longer when we’re f*cking you. Make sure you swallow every last drop.”

She slurped at his cock, wanting it, hell, needing it. She felt wanton and needy and best of all, needed.

Wanted.

Gorgeous.

His technique was different than Carl’s, and he pulled all the way out until the head of his cock was pressed against the end of her tongue.

“Play with it, baby. Flick your tongue against the underside.”

She did, loving how he was actually telling her what to do to please him.

He alternated thrusts with her playing with his cock, until, finally, he let out a groan and buried his cock deep into her mouth.

“Swallow,” he hoarsely ordered.

She did, desperate, wanting to please him, until his grip relaxed and he pressed her head against his thigh.

Carl unclipped her arms and slowly lowered them, then turned off the vibrator.

“Such a good girl,” Don said, stroking her cheek.

She didn’t want to let go of his cock. She wanted to hold it in her mouth, keep worshipping it.

But they weren’t done. They sat next to each other, and she wasn’t allowed to let the dildo inside her fall out while she went back and forth between them, sucking and licking and stroking them, getting them hard again and keeping them that way for the last six minutes of the game.

When she had Don’s cock in her mouth at one point, her fingers wrapped around Carl’s, Don stroked her hair.

“Almost time for us to f*ck our sweet girl,” Don said. “Who do you want where this first time?”

She lifted her mouth from his cock, her fingers still stroking him to keep him hard. “That’s up to my Sirs,” she said. “As long as I have both your cocks in me, I don’t care.”

Carl reached over and stroked her hair. “You’re a little larger than me,” he said to Don. “Might be better if you were in her * this first time.”