He groans. “Yes.”
Standing, my king, carries me into the bedroom. “While you’re riding the toy, you can glance at him. You can talk to him. But if you come while looking at him, you will not come again for another week.” He feathers a thumb across my lips. “And every day, I will take this perfect little mouth while you squirm at my feet.”
I rock my hips against him, squirming now.
He enters our bedroom, then presses me against the wall. The cool wood on my back makes me shiver in anticipation. I want to look down and see what kind of dildo it is, but his mouth is on mine, and I love kissing him too much to break free. His tongue in my mouth, he guides me down to the toy suctioned to the wall.
The generous amount of lube Jace has slathered across it rubs all over my thighs. It pushes against my ass. I clench on instinct even though I want it to go in. The idea of being filled from both ends is almost enough to make me come.
“Please,” I beg against his lips.
“Patience, my queen,” he chuckles as he lowers me down, then lifts me back off again. “I don’t want you torn.”
He takes his time, rubbing me up and down the dildo. I would’ve plopped my ass down if it weren’t for his hands on my hips. Panting, I try to get him to fill me completely. My eyes fly over his shoulder and land on Jace. He’s staring at me with so much hunger in his eyes. He’s fully clothed, with just his cockout, but one of his sleeves is rolled up, and numerous lines of red are bleeding out of his cuts.
My eyes widen as I watch him jerk himself off with my thong.
Richard shoves me down harder on the dildo, and I cry out. I’m suddenly glad he’s been taking his time because I feel like he’s stretching me too much. I shake my head, panting hard.
“Are you thinking about this being Jace’s cock?” he asks, his breath hot on my neck; he trails his tongue against my skin.
I squirm in his hands. “No.” I whimper. “Yes,” I admit. Then I immediately ask, “Colour?”
He kisses me. “Yellow.” Talking louder, he says, “Did you hear that, Jace? She’s imagining your cock pushing into her ass. Are you picturing it too?”
“Fuck you.” He groans. “Yes. How tight is she?” Raising a small, triangular knife, he cuts a thin line across his bicep.
“Fucking tight. I can barely get her to sit down.”
“Even with all that lube? Shit.” He hisses in a breath as he cuts himself again. My eyes latch on to the blood beading on his skin.
“It’s going to be even tighter when I push my cock into her pussy.”
I cry out as he pushes me all the way down, filling my ass completely. Unwrapping one of my legs from around his waist, he puts it in a strap hanging from the ceiling. My other foot is also secured in an identical stirrup on the other side of the dildo. Then he lifts my arms over my head, so my breasts jut up into the air, and ties them up too.
Stepping back, Richard devours me with his gaze. “Come look at her, Jace. Look how wet she is and how beautifully she would’ve taken your cock up her ass.”
Tremors raking through me, I clench my fists as Jace steps closer. His cock is still wrapped in the fabric of my thong. Another line of red cuts through his skin. He steps right upto me, his eyes on mine, and a harsh breath escapes as I’m consumed by the heat in his gaze.
Slowly, he burns a path down my body. First my neck, then my breasts, and then finally my pussy and the dildo nestled tight in my ass.
Dropping to his knees, he ends up with his face right between my legs. “Fuck, you take that well. It’s bigger than mine.” He jerks himself harder as he stares at my glistening lips. “Can you ride it for me?”
I glance over at Richard, not wanting to do anything he isn’t comfortable with. At his subtle nod, I push myself up and down. Moaning, I watch Jace watching me, his breaths coming faster, his face becoming more strained. He rubs my thong across his cock. His eyes are riveted on the dildo.
I look up at my husband and find him slowly peeling off his shirt. My lips part as I ride the toy faster.
“Gods, I want to taste you,” Jace groans. “What does she taste like?”
“Fucking heaven.” Richard disappears into the sitting area for a moment, then walks over to us.
“Move,” he demands, and Jace obeys immediately.
Standing completely naked before me now, my husband holds up two nipple clamps. Trailing them up my chest, he clips them to my hair, then grabs his cock with one hand and my breast with the other. Lowering his head, he licks around my nipple as he slowly pushes into me.
I cry out, screaming from just the tip. He slams his palm against the wall beside me. A deep growl rumbles from his chest as tremors shoot up his arm. “Fuck, Jace,” he breathes. “She’s so fucking tight.”
“You’re not even in yet,” he groans.
