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Manson kissed his chest, pressing his lips right over his heart. He reached for the bedside table, opened the drawer, and withdrew a small disinfectant wipe from within. Tearing off the paper wrapping with his teeth, he used it to wipe the blade down, speaking to Lucas all the while.
“Of course you’re not allowed to forget,” he said. “No matter how many years go back, no matter how old you are, no matter where we go, you will always be mine.Always. No one andnothingwill take you from me.” He leaned forward, resting his forehead against Lucas’s. Lucas was panting, his chest heaving, his fingers knotted tightly in the sheets. “Don’t ever forget. I take care of what’s mine.”
Manson lifted the blade and carefully pressed the tip into Lucas’s skin. He took his time, carving something into his side, below his ribs. I saw every emotion that flashed through Lucas’s eyes. I saw the moment of pain as his lip curled, his entire being shivering as he bared his teeth. Then ecstasy washed over him, and his eyes almost rolled back. He pulled at the sheets as if he wanted to tear them apart.
Manson hummed with pleasure as he worked. “You bleed for me, you come for me, you live and die for me. Understand?” Lucas nodded rapidly, closing his eyes as Manson stroked him with one hand and cut him with the other.
Manson lowered his head and took Lucas into his mouth, eliciting a guttural moan from his victim. Manson took him deep and slow; his lips parting as he lifted his head again and trailed his tongue up the shaft. The sound that came out of Lucas when Manson’s tongue lapped around his piercing made my insides clench.
Manson’s initials — M. R. — were carved into Lucas’s side in shallow cuts. Blood dripped slowly down his tattooed skin, his chest heaving as Manson sucked him. Unable to look away, unable to touch myself, and not daring to speak, all I could do was kneel beside the bed and watch, torn between fascination and longing.
When Manson lifted his head, he looked right at me. “Come up here, angel. Lie on your back, hands above your head.”
Lucas moved aside, and I lay down with my arms extended toward the headboard. Manson retrieved multiple pairs of restraints from the drawer — leather cuffs connected by short lengths of chain. He locked my wrists to the headboard first, taking his time to touch and tease me as he did. Then he bound my ankles too, cuffing them to the headboard so I was left folded almost in half, exposed.
It was a good thing I was still flexible, otherwise this position would get difficult quickly.
The position gave me a clear view as Manson teased the knife handle over me.
“Do you want more, angel?” he said, and I nodded as I watched the metal thrust into me. With the handle inside me, Manson lapped his tongue over my clit before he closed his lips over me. My cuffs strained against the headboard as I writhed, but they still held me firmly in place.
“That feels so good,” I whimpered.
All I could do was lie there and take it. Manson brought me right to the edge before he stopped. He set aside the knife and moved back, tugging Lucas over by his leash. He grabbed the muzzle, jerking Lucas’s face close as he said, “I’m going to fuck your ass while you fuck her. Look at her. Don’t close your eyes.”
When Lucas faced me, his eyes glazed like he was drunk. He was floating through that headspace of perfect submission: no thoughts, no fears, only the pure bliss of giving up control. I wished I could touch him, run my fingers over his chest, draw him to me.
“God, you look so beautiful,” he said. His eyes closed for a moment as Manson moved behind him, his cock pressing against his entrance. But he quickly opened them again, keeping them locked on me as Manson entered him.
At the same time, he lined up his cock with my pussy and pressed inside.
“You’re like heaven,” he whispered, and I didn’t know if he meant me, or Manson, or if it even mattered who he meant. He was right. This was the only heaven I wanted.
“Don’t give up on me now, pup,” Manson teased, pulling the leash taut as Lucas shook inside me. “Go on and fuck her...and take my cock deeper.”
Lucas groaned as he moved. He thrust into me, and as he drew back, he bared his teeth slowly exhaled.
“Shit...” He said the word like both a curse and a desperate plea.
Manson wrapped the leash’s length around his hand and said harshly, “Take it like a fucking man. Fuck her like you mean it.”
Squirming in my binding, it took every shred of self-control not to start begging. My pussy was throbbing for more; the thick feeling of Lucas inside me making my toes curl. But the two together were going to drive me mad with lust. Watching them, it was easy to understand why Manson was such a voyeur. It was fucking delicious.
I drank up the eroticism of their touches, their tension, their anticipation. It affirmed me, encouraged me. It ignited that sadistic side of my brain when Lucas groaned in pain, every muscle taut as he endured. But it also lit a fire under my masochism, filling me with yearning.
“Fuck me, Lucas,” I groaned. I was dizzy with pleasure, practically vibrating with need. “Fuck me hard, please. Make it hurt.”
“Fucking hell.” Lucas’s fingers dug into my thighs as he watched himself sink into me. He found his rhythm, fucking himself on Manson’s cock and fucking me at the same time. He braced his hands against the headboard, gripping the bars so tight that the veins stood out sharply in his arms.
Manson’s head tipped back, pleasure contorting his face. “There’s my good boy. How does that feel?”
“Fucking amazing.” Lucas’s words shook, his eyes narrowed and desperate as he watched my face. He reached down, rubbing my clit with his thumb. My pleasure rocketed to a feverish height, my muscles tensing and straining against the chains.
Looking up at him from between my spread legs, I whimpered, “That feels so good, Lucas, you’re going to make me come.”
“Come for me, sweetheart,” he gasped, and I groaned with utter abandon. His teeth were bare within the muzzle, and he leaned down — only to snarl with despair when he realized he couldn’t kiss me... or bite me.
Manson tugged on the leash and jerked him upright. “Someone is a very whiny dog today. Maybe you should have been a little more careful defying me, hm?” Lucas nodded rapidly. “Because I always get what I want, don’t I?” Another rapid nod. He was fucking me mercilessly and my muscles were locked up in bliss. “Who owns you, Lucas? Say it.”
