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“Have you been tested?” Severin asked.
“Yes. A month ago, and I haven’t slept with anyone in over a year.” He cast Severin a meaningful look, which he chose to ignore. “Minnow, are you okay with this?”
“Sure, but I won’t blow you anyway, jerk.”
Severin and Rodrigo both chuckled. Without hesitation, Rodrigo freed his cock from his pants and propped a knee by her shoulder. He traced her parted lips with the head of his cock. She pressed her lips together and turned away her face, as though they’d let her get away with refusing.
“Ah, ah,” Rodrigo warned. “Do you really want to annoy the men who are about to brand you?”
“Grab her hair and stick your fingers in her mouth. Show her who’s boss.” Severin thrust into her hard enough to make her mouth open on a gasp. “She’s submissive, all right, but you have to show her who’s in charge every damn time.”
Minnow shuddered beneath him, so close to coming he could feel her tight little pussy fluttering round him. It was hard to tell whether she trembled from arousal or fear.
Rodrigo grabbed her hair, and forced two fingers into her mouth. “Suck,” he growled. “If you bite me you’re going to be one sorry little girl.”
Torturing his toy with Rodrigo was far too much fun. She struggled to jerk away, but although the bell in her hand teetered at the end of her fingertips with every thrust of his hips, he got the impression she was fucking with them. Rodrigo pried her mouth open and worked hard to shove his cock into it, but she fought the intrusion, trying to close her teeth and turn away.
When Rodrigo growled in frustration, backing off the table to reposition himself, Severin grabbed her face, holding her still, staring her down. After a moment, her gaze went soft, and the fight went out of her muscles.
“Open your fucking mouth, Miss Korsgaard.”
Her mouth opened obediently, as though she couldn’t help herself, and he spat in it, reminding her who owned it. A submissive haze had settled over her expression. She could deny him nothing when she got like this, and it was so fucking hot.
He held her still while Rodrigo angled himself above her again then slid his cock between her lips.
“Fuck,” Rodrigo muttered. “I’ve been fantasizing about this.”
“Now you’re going to suck him like a good girl, aren’t you?”
She whimpered in response and Rodrigo grunted in pleasure, then started to use her mouth in slow, deliberate thrusts, his stomach muscles rippling with tight control. Severin matched his pace – Rodrigo pulling out as he pushed in – and he imagined having to time things this way if he was in her ass and Ro was in her pussy. God, they’d never fit. She would cry and beg them to stop, but the little masochist would probably come anyway.
Pressure built in his balls and behind his eyes. Fuck. He was going to brand her. In five minutes his mark would be seared into her delicate flesh forever, even if she left him. The idea of sealing her to him with pain, of her taking that for him, made each of his thrusts harder.
The girl gagged on Rodrigo, struggling to breathe, and her pussy clamped down on Severin’s cock in violent protest. He gasped, gritted his teeth, lost all control, coming hard into her grasping pussy just as Rodrigo swore, hips bucking, his grasp on her hair and throat completely immobilizing. There was a metallic crash and the sound of a bells clapper making one desperate plea for their attention.
“Fuck!”
Severin wasn’t sure if it was he or Rodrigo who swore, but they both pulled out immediately. A last burst of come sprayed up her belly to her chin, and Rodrigo’s come caught her across the cheek and into her hair.
Tears streamed from Minnow’s eyes, and she gagged and choked for breath, coughing and gasping.
“You okay?” Rodrigo asked her hoarsely, as Severin gave her thigh what he hoped was a comforting squeeze.
“It was an accident,” she complained, giggling to herself, her expression still dazed. “I didn’t mean to drop it. Totally ruined my last orgasm.”
Severin and Rodrigo were standing over her panting, and they both gave short, humorless laughs, then glanced at each other and away.
A tense, anxious excitement filled Severin as he pulled his jeans up and buttoned them. Rodrigo did the same. They weren’t meeting each other’s gazes.
They worked around her in silence, prepping things.
“Don’t mind me – I’ll just be here, still covered in the gift of your glorious seed,” Minnow called sarcastically. “Cold, sticky come...everywhere”
Severin winced, appreciating that she wasn’t too buzzed or too shy to call him on it. He liked that she understood he was a little screwed up and thoughtless even on the best of days, and would just tell him what she needed, usually making a joke of it, because it was just her way.
He grimaced. “I should have made sure you were okay. Sorry. I’m a little distracted.”
Minnow laughed as he wiped her off with his discarded T-shirt. He pressed his forehead to hers and stroked her arms, realizing that despite all of her bravado, she was shaking.
