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Chapter Twenty
Leather
It’s intoxicating just thinking about the things I could do to them both. They put their trust in me, both by giving total submission. Knuckles willingly sucked Tornado off, just because they knew I would like it.
Now, here they are. Both staring at me with wonder in their eyes, waiting for my next more.
“What are you waiting for?” I mock. Taking their momentary lapse in sanity, I use the heel of my foot to shove Tornado backward. “Though, I think I would much prefer if I had you both to myself.”
“I don’t do well with being bossed around.” Tornado glares at me from his position on the floor. I just smirk. Grabbing Knuckles by the hand, I lead him toward the bed. He stands off to the side, waiting for my command.
“See,” I pause, gesturing toward Knuckles. “This is what I call a good boy.” Tornado scoffs, pushing to his elbows. His thick cock bobs proudly, jutting up and waiting for more.
“It would be a real shame if you only watched,” I sigh tauntingly, dragging my nails over Knuckle’s chest. He releases an audible shiver, goosebumps peaking through the flesh on his arms.
“I will just take matters into my own hands.” Tornado’s fist wraps around his cock, stroking himself tightly.
“You won’t cum until I say you do,” I bark. He stops dead in his tracks, his fist tightly wound around the head of his dick. “There’s nothing a little deprivation won’t fix.”
“You wouldn’t.” His eyes narrow on me, my hand gliding down my companion and dragging my full hand over his cock.
“Try me,” I deadpan. Opening my hand, I spit into it and put it back on Knuckles’s cock. He groans, knees shaking like he’s forcing himself to stay upright. “So, here’s what you’re going to do. Are you listening?”
“Yeah,” he grumbles, removing his hand. Leveling him with a glare, he obviously isn’t too happy to be in this position of submission.
If he wants to play, then this is what he will get.
“Want to try that again?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he seethes, obvious anger reddening his face.
“Good boy.” Stepping away from Knuckles, I pad back to where Tornado is lying on the floor. I crouch down to his level, allowing him a full view of my cunt. He stares directly where I want him to, his fingers rolling into fists almost immediately as I touch myself. Lust overtakes his features, brows pinching together with neediness.
I straddle his hips and shove his shoulders back into the musty carpet. He doesn’t fight me, letting himself fall backward. The feeling of his cock brushing against my pussy has me shivering with anticipation, yet, I’m not going to be giving into his demands anytime soon.
“You think you can boss me around?” I ask, trailing a nail over his pec. No answer. “I bet you think you’re a big man, don’t you?”
“No, Mistress,” he says, though it’s as if I have to put a gun to his head for him to say it. That simply won’t do.
“Now, now,” I coo mockingly, grabbing his chin in my hand. He tries to fight it for a moment before giving in. “Do I need to tame a brat today?”
Tornado lies there without another word, fists still tightly balled and knuckle white. Glancing over my shoulder, Knuckles remains exactly where I left him.
Turning back, I catch the male below me eyeing between my breasts. An indescribable look crosses his features, one that I have no desire to question him about.
One hand holding his chin, I lift myself off him for a moment, only to use my free hand to line his thick cock at my entrance.
“You want my cunt?” I question, rubbing him along the slickness that was brought on by my previous orgasm.
“Yes, Mistress,” he says. He tries to nod but fails due to my tight hold on his chin. Without another word, I sink the tip of his cock inside of me. The flared head feels amazing, stretching me further than before. Lifting off, he visibly restricts himself from grabbing onto me.
“On the bed lying on your back.” The command comes out sharp, no room for questions. I stand and step off of him, letting him scramble to do as I asked. Knuckles remains completely still and watches the scene with wide eyes, almost as if he can’t get enough. Snapping my fingers, he quickly pops out of his gaze, kneeling down at the foot of the bed.
“Where would you like me, Mistress?” Knuckles questions, keeping his head down. His position intrigues me. The crawling could have been a one-off, but the near perfect submission posture? His palms face up on his thighs, his spine straight and chest pushed out. The only thing that isn’t right is the span of his legs. They are not quite wide enough for my liking, but it’ll absolutely do.
“What do you think, Knuckles? Should you fuck my ass while I ride him, or would you like to fuck his ass while I ride him?”
“Wait,” Tornado squeaks, shooting up.
