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“Are you sure you want to do this?” Prez asks me, his rough knuckles grazing against my cheek. I feel entirely too exposed, but it’s all a part of growing. The trauma I endured no longer has existence in my life and I want to show my men that I will not entertain it any longer.
“I’m positive,” I mutter, leaning further into his touch. Another set of calloused hands land on my shoulders. They massage gently as the kinks and knots disappear from my tensed upper body.
“Relax, Leather.” Knuckles whispers in my ear, pulling my hair back and away from my face. Closing my eyes, I lean against him. He holds my weight easily while soothing my overactive nerves.
“I don’t want to be nervous,” I confess. Blinking my eyes open, I’m met with adoration. Affection. Admiration. Strength. With a deep inhale and heavy exhale, I straighten. Tornado is behind Prez, his body bent down to Prez’s height and whispering away. Knuckles works quickly to braid my hair as I watch a deep blush bloom on Prez’s face that I never would have put there without a bit of coaxing. Tornado and Prez have a special bond, similarly like Knuckles and I.
“You can be nervous, beautiful,” Tornado assures as he sweeps Prez out of the way. His arms band around my waist and hoists me up. I don’t hesitate to wrap my legs around his trim waist as I hang on for dear life. “There is strength in submission. You of all people should know that.”
“I just don’t know if I’m ready,” I whisper. Staring into his electric blues, he doesn’t even appear hesitant. There’s no deception in his tone nor eyes. He’s serious, and I appreciate he’s willing to be my rock in this.
“You will still have Knuckles to dominate,” he teases, earning a huff from the man behind us. The small giggle escapes from me as I picture being dominated while ruling Knuckle’s body.
“I do, don’t I?” Leaning down, I plant my lips on his. Sparks immediately fly, my brain short circuiting as I slowly start to rock my hips against him. With a growl, Tornado detaches us and sets me heavily on my feet.
“Show time, baby.” Prez grabs the metal ring from the leather collar around my neck and guides me into him. He smashes into me, his lips landing heavily as his tongue evades my mouth. We kiss frantically, my fingers raking into his hair and holding on tightly. Tugging, he releases my death grip and steps back with the leash in hand. I didn’t even realize he clipped it on.
“No fair,” Knuckles grumbles. Another laugh rings through the group as I pad my way over to him. Standing on my tiptoes, he instinctively lowers himself to my height. I waste no time in claiming his lips too. His fingers dance to my uncovered core, playing in my already wet folds. A different hand smacks Knuckles away from me.
Prez gives my leash a solid tug. Narrowing my eyes, I silently warn him to behave. With the look of marveled joy, I know my warning will not be heeded. That is entirely okay as I plan to have him tied up and taught a lesson. It may not be today, but I will ensure sometime in the near future.
Knuckles trails behind me on his hands and knees, licking the back of my heels with each step. It’s a sign of worship, the point that he literally worships the ground I walk on. I can feel myself getting wet from the idea of having this insanely strong male on his knees for me, his ass in the air and waiting for a good whooping.
Strutting onto the dais, Tornado turns me toward the crowd. It’s silent, the lights too blinding for me to see outward.
My breasts are cupped with wire, the leather bodice cutting into me in all of the perfect places. There’s plenty of skin on show while maintaining a level of covering to keep my scars hidden. This was part of the compromise, not that I’m complaining.
“They are watching you, my love,” Tornado whispers in the shell of my ear, dragging his fingers from the bottom of my ribcage to just under my swollen nipple. Instead of stroking over it, he goes around it, teasing me away from the temptation of pleasure. “So many admirers…all for you.” Prez does the same trail on my other side and goose bumps erupt over my skin. Knuckles still kneels on the floor in front of me, his tongue swiping happily over the leather heels.
“Open,” Prez demands, and I drop my jaw for him to shove two fingers in. “Suck.” Immediately I begin working his thick digits over. Both men rock their groins into my side as my pussy aches for them.
“Are you wet, mistress?” Knuckles asks from below me, his face right between my thighs but not quite touching me. Glancing down at him, I’m sure my smirk is anything but innocent.
“Not enough,” I tease and look at the men over my shoulder. Both of them seem to bristle at the answer as if I have slighted them in some way. Maybe I have since their mere bodies are not enough to get me drooling for them all.
Who am I lying to? Just thinking about these men without their clothes has me wanting to jump their bones.
Gesturing to Tornado, I quickly kick my leg upward and he barely manages to catch under my knee. His growl rings into my ear, vibrating through my entire body and right to my clit. Reaching down to grab Knuckles hair, I fist his dirty blonde locks to guide him to where I need him. “You’re going to eat this pussy like you’ve never before. If I don’t cum in the next minute, you will not like it. Do you understand?”
Knuckles immediately dives in. It takes everything in my body not to buckle under the instant pleasure. Prez wraps my hair around his fist and tugs. My head snaps backward forcing me to stare at the ceiling instead of at Knuckles.
“You will cum when I say,” Prez growls, his teeth sinking into my throat. Swallowing thickly, he licks over my pulse point with a groan. “Tornado will decide when that is. For now, Knuckles will simply bring you to your highest point…” A finger is suddenly pushed inside of me, rubbing that special spot. My hips jerk forward in surprise, my moans ringing louder as I get closer and closer to the edge.
“Enough!” Tornado commands and Knuckles removes himself from me with an audible pop. I have to gulp down the urge to growl at them for taking away my pleasure, though I know I will relish in their punishments if I do not listen…
Before I have time to catch my breath, they’re forcing my knees to buckle underneath me. Crashing not-so-gracefully onto the wooden dias, both men stare down at me with heat in their eyes and their hard cocks pressing against the zipper of their jeans. Knuckles makes a choking sound from behind me, and I can absolutely relate to the feeling. Nothing has really happened, yet it’s pure fucking torture just waiting for them to make their move.
Tornado and Prez smirk at me, both of their hands dropping to their jeans and quickly undoing the zipper. A hand quickly wraps itself in my braid then jerks my head backward. The two dominating men in front of me aren’t close enough to do it, so I can easily deduce who it is.
“You better be careful,” I sing-song while I’m forced to stare at my two other beautiful men. Their smirks are nearly identical. Full of mischief, lust, and danger. Lots and lots of danger. Not to mention the overall promise for pain.
My favorite.
“Or else, what?” Knuckles questions, his grip tightening as my hair pulls on the roots. Grimacing, I can’t help but shut my mouth to obey.
He will absolutely be getting his ass blistered after this. I may not have full control right now, but mark my words…it’s coming for him.
Something is heavily placed on my lips and forcing my mouth open. I let it in, knowing if I don’t, I’ll be the one with cream rubbed into my ass. Which, I may still end up that way. Knuckles keep me in place as Prez moves my mouth around the silicone O-ring gag. It stretches my jaw to full capacity, and I’m ninety-nine percent sure my jaw will be locked once it comes out. Once they have it secured, both men step away from me, staring down and seemingly admiring their handiwork.
