AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Should I slap your little clit for the last one, my love?” There’s a laugh coming from somewhere, but I’m not sure who it is. “You’re dripping.” He drags his finger down my inner thigh. “Feel that? That’s me tracing your wetness.” He pinches where it stops, and I squeeze my eyes shut at how low it is down my thigh.
“Please,” I pant. “Slap my clit. I need to come.”
“I’m sure you do.” Tapping all the way from my ass to my slit, he spreads my pussy lips open with his other hand.
I scream when he slaps my clit. I use the occasion to grind against his hand, desperate for more.
But he pulls it away, tutting me. “Absolutely fucking not. If you think you’re coming from this punishment, think again. You are going to feel your wetness all day long, sit on your sore ass, and beg us to make you come until we decide you’ve waited long enough. Is that fucking clear?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“And why is that?”
“Because I got angry…I—I snapped at you instead of communicating how I felt calmly.”
“At least you’re capable of learning. Now beg for me to make you come.”
“Please,” I squeak. “I learned my lesson. Please, Elliot, let me come.”
He laughs, tapping my ass softly. “There will be a lot more of that today before you get what you want, baby.”
“Ethan,” I plead. “Please… I need it.” When he ignores me, accelerating his thrusts into his palm, I try with all I have. “Master.” I writhe on Elliot’s lap, more desperate than ever.
None of this feels real. My head is heavy from the blood rush, my ass stinging. My own voice resonates around my head like a bouncing ball that got loose. I’m fucking flying, high as a kite. And all I need is to come.
“I’ll do anything,” I whine. “Please, Master. I’ll do anything for you to make me come.”
“Fuck,” Ethan grunts. I got to him. Fuck, fuck. He’s going to make me come, I know it. And then they can argue over their failed punishment. “Bring her here. Right now.”
Elliot doesn’t hesitate. He carefully lifts me off his lap and makes me kneel in front of his brother.
Ethan gets up, holding himself on the table not to lose balance.
“Open your mouth, toy.”
God, I shouldn’t love it so much when he treats me like a fucking inanimate object. And yet here I am, opening my mouth wide for him. Showing him my tongue and silently begging for him to fill my mouth with his cum.
“Fuck,” he moans as ribbons of his warm cum cover my face. A lot of it lands on my tongue as he aims for it. “Stay like this,” he rasps when he’s finished.
He takes his time pulling his jeans back up, taking his phone out of his pocket.
The telltale sound of video recording doesn’t even bring me back down from my high. It doesn’t taper my need to come in the slightest.
“Tell your master what you want,” he says.
With a tongue covered in his cum, I ask for him to make me come. I beg, writhing on my knees.
“Please, Master. Let me come.”
He tuts me when I lower my wet cunt on my heel.
“No, no,” he taunts. “Sit up.”
I reluctantly follow his order.
“Swallow my cum, baby.”
I do it. And since there’s more on my face, he drags his fingers across it and into my mouth. I lick him, taking more of him than I should, pushing his fingers down my throat. He keeps going until he’s satisfied and turns off the camera.
