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“Stand up,” I demand, crossing my legs to hide myself. Tornado looks as though he wants to argue, but thankfully, he doesn’t. Instead, he stands without a word. His cock pushes against the zipper of his jeans, making my mouth water. I’m tempted to have him come over here so I can put it in my mouth, but I hold myself back.
Waving my hand, Tornado steps aside for me to see Prez and Knuckles. They are both sitting on the bed with their cocks in their hands. Once they realize I’m watching them, they immediately let themselves go. Their cocks bob as their hands drop, and I can see them pulsating from here.
“Suck his cock,” I order. It comes out clipped and gravelly, but it gets the job done because they both jump into action. Prez leans back on his elbows while Knuckles happily brings Prez’s cock to his mouth. Both of their eyes roll to the back of their heads when he shoves Prez to the back of his throat.
Tornado keeps his eyes on me but his muscles tense with obvious need. He has to physically hold himself back, and I’m here for it. While he won’t look me directly in the eyes, I know that he’s wishing for more leeway. I suppose I can be forgiving.
“What can I do to please you?” Prez asks distantly, his voice harsh yet submissive.
“Firstly, you will all call me Mistress, is that clear?”
“Yes, Mistress,” they say in unison. Like a rope snapping, the Domme in me is ready to play.
And she’s not going to be easy on them.
“Strip.” The order is clear, and none of them seem to hesitate while their clothes practically fly off their bodies. “Very good, you all know how to follow simple instructions,” I taunt, finally standing from the chair. Since I didn’t remove my shirt, it falls just below my hips and hides my pussy from their gaze. Knuckles is happily sucking away on Prez while his own eyes feast on my legs. Shimmying over to Tornado, I grab his shirt and pull him along with me to the bed. He doesn’t say a word, following along easily.
“Secondly, I want you to suck Tornado’s cock for me, make him nice and wet, will you?” I goad. He knows what I’m trying to do, and yet, he doesn’t give in to me.
He wants me to earn my power back.
I can fucking do that.
“I don’t think I will, Mistress,” he retorts back as Knuckles tenses above him.
“Release his cock, boy,” I demand. Like the good boy he is, he pops off quickly and moves away. “Prez, stand.” He does as asked. Moving away from Tornado, I fist Prez’s shirt in my hand and yank him upward. I know if he didn’t want to move, he wouldn’t. But he comes along easily, getting upright and standing. I shove him into the bedpost and hold him still.
“What are you going to do, Mistress? Tie me up?” He presses, looking down at me with his own evil smirk.
I snap.
“Tornado, Knuckles, hold him,” I sneer, turning on my heel and walking away. Digging through his bag, I find two belts. I tuck one under my armpit while I double the other and make it crack. The sound echoes across the room as all three men jump. “Not so high and mighty now, are you?”
“You think a little leather will hurt me?” He asks, though I can hear the double meaning in his words. Clicking my tongue, I take my sweet time in getting back to him. Both guys don’t let Prez go, keeping him in their firm hold for me.
“You see,” I start, finally reaching him. I drag the metal buckle along his torso, and a shiver rakes through his body. “This little piece of leather won’t hurt you, but me? I will make sure you’re marked and ready for the world to see that you’re mine. How does that sound?” He gulps, the realization of taunting me has hit its mark, and there’s no stopping what I’m about to do.
I hand a belt to Tornado and Knuckles, where they tie a smirking Prez up for me. Watching, I wait for them to finish. Once we confirm that he’s tied up nicely, I take a step back to admire their work.
“Tornado, I want you to bring Knuckles to the edge three times, is that clear?” His face lights up while Knuckles goes sheet white. “It will be good for you in the long run. These sessions won’t only be three minutes, you know.” I know that they don’t last three minutes in bed, but it’s fun to poke fun at their male stereotype.
“Yes, Mistress. How would you like me to do that?”
“Come here and get on your knees.” He comes toward me confidently, his knees hitting the soft carpet next to mine. Tilting my head back and forth, I crook my finger for Knuckles to come closer. He obeys without hesitation. Tornado doesn’t wait for me to command him again, instead starts sucking Knuckles into his mouth and working him over. I grab Tornado’s large hand and place it on my pussy. “You know what to do.” He groans around Knuckles, who slams a hand into Tornado’s hair to steady himself. His index finger starts to strum my clit lightly, and I rock gently. I don’t necessarily seek friction, but I definitely want more.
“Now, who’s being a naughty boy?” I ask, my hands grazing over Prez’s impressive thighs. He huffs a laugh as he struggles against the tight binds of the leather belt.
“You’ll have to make me be good,” he retorts, his shoulders shaking with effort. Tsking at him, he doesn’t stop until I bring his rosy tip between my lips. I let him balance on my bottom lip, my tongue brushing his slit. Watching as his knees stutter, I keep my gaze locked onto his.
Jerking back, his engorged length bobs in front of my face. “Too bad, only good boys get a treat.”
He releases a string of curses as I trail my nail over him. The black polish is overgrown and chipped, but it makes for the perfect persona.
I’m on my knees for a man, but he’s not the one in control. I am. Not only in control of him, but two others who willingly let me be in charge. I know they would give me more if I asked. Yet, this is the perfect balance for me.
Prez on the other hand…
