“You’re my good little sluts, aren’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I moan.
“Yes, Mistress, we’re yours,” Orion murmurs.
“Then you’ll both come at the same fucking time.”
I almost want to go back to choking him with this dildo just to make him shut up. Almost.
The fact that we’re connected in arousal is making it hard for me to stay mad. Because all I want is to be fucked harder, faster, deeper, and each of his movements forces the dildo into me, causing immense pleasure, and it’s muddying my mind.
Every stroke of her hand, every push, every roll of the hips, all of it links back to him, until his pleasure becomes mine, and mine becomes his.
I’m not allowed to come without him.
“Now,” she commands.
Her voice alone is enough to get me off, and I come so hard my eyes roll into the back of my head. “F-fu-uck …” I mutter in satisfaction.
This is it.
There’s no more inside me. I’m spent. She wrung it all out of me.
She releases me from her grip, only to bring her hand to Orion’s mouth. “Spit.”
He does as she tells him to, and she dribbles it all over my length, then zips down the hole between her legs even farther until her ass is exposed too, and fuck me, I just got hard again.
What the fuck?
She lifts herself and grabs my shaft, and I moan out loud as she brings it to her ass.
“I want to enjoy both of you fucking my holes,” she says, settling down on top of me.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
I’m in fucking heaven. There’s no way I’m inside her right now.
Oh fuck.
My dick throbs inside her as she slowly goes deeper, taking us both at the same time.
“You two are going to cream me up,” she says, twisting the knife around between her fingers. “While I cut you up.” She slices into him, and I can hear his screams from over here, but I don’t care about any of it as long as she keeps rolling her hips on top of me.
It feels so good, so good, God.
“Please!” Orion begs. “I can’t take it!”
“No, you wanted this,” she says, laughing. “Now take it like a good boy.”
She scratches him with her knife. Not deep enough to cause permanent damage, but definitely enough to make him whimper just like me.
“Bleed for me, pretty boy,” she says, cutting him.
“Fuck, please, let me come,” Orion begs. “End it.”
“No.”
The knife slams into the floor right beside my thighs, and fear flushes through my veins. A warning. A threat of what will happen if I don’t listen.
