Pandora sucks harder, and I do the same. When she goes on to teasing the slit of my cock, I do that too. My entire body is singing with arousal, my vision hazy. It’s thrilling to see Asch’s face scrunch up in pleasure.
His fingers twist in my hair, pulling, releasing, adding small pinpricks of pain to all the sensations.
Asch is pretending to be cold and aloof, but he’s nowhere near unaffected.
I grin internally.
I might be the one tied up, but Asch is giving me all the power right now.
I continue to mimic Pandora’s technique, not caring that saliva drips out the side of my mouth and down my jaw. I’m going to get Asch off before he even knows what’s happening.
At least, that’s the plan until Pandora pulls off of me. She flicks her nail against my raging erection. “Hmm. Good enough.” She peers past Asch at me. “You’d better not come immediately. If I don’t get an orgasm out of this, Iwillpull out the knife.”
Asch doesn’t seem to realize that he’s not in control as he starts to fuck my mouth in slow, shallow thrusts. He’s being careful with me, more careful than he’d be with a woman in this situation, which means that even though Pandora’s claws are in him, there’s still a chance of getting him back onto my side.
I watch as Pandora gets out of her pants and lacy panties. She dressed up for this. She knew exactly where today was going to lead.
She truly is a snake.
But she’s a hot snake, especially when she wraps her arms around Asch and kisses him while he’s still fucking my mouth.
Stop touching him, I want to say, but I end up sucking even harder on Asch’s cock.
He lets out another choked sound, and this time, he pushes deeper into my mouth.
“How is he?” Pandora asks. She reaches down to run a finger along my stretched-wide lips. “Is he using his mouth properly?”
“Almost like he wants it,” Asch replies.
He’s breathless.
He’s breathless because of whatIam doing to him.
“Blaze pretends to be top dog, but really he’s always been better at following.” Pandora gets a hand underneath Asch’s shirt.
I can see that her hand stops on his nipple, and she pinches it. Asch shudders hard.
“For example…” Pandora meets my gaze. “He’s following his daddy’s orders. This entire frat is a front for his daddy’s business. Why are you even bothering to rebuild, Blaze? It’s not yours.”
I make an offended sound.
Itismine. That’s part of my legacy!
“Because he’s following orders,” Asch says with a harsh laugh as he twists his fingers harder in my hair. “He always follows orders. Why do you think you were punished, Pandora? Do you really think Blaze would’ve done that on his own?”
Pandora freezes. I don’t think Asch notices, but I do. I see the way her eyes widen, and something vulnerable crosses her expression.
“No,” Pandora says, her voice shaky. “Of course not. Of course Blaze wouldn’t have.” She laughs. “Who told him to do it?”
Asch has stopped fucking my mouth, though he doesn’t pull out. Drool continues to accumulate around it, sliding down my chin. “His dad. Zayden.”
Pandora giggles again. “Well, Zayden won’t be a problem anymore.” She sits up and kisses Asch directly on the mouth. He tilts his head in her direction, and I can see their mouths open. I watch as they twine their tongues together.
They look so good together.
But Asch can’t be with her. It’s too dangerous.
I make a sound to interrupt them, a pathetic, garbled mewl that has them both bursting into giggles.
