Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
When he pulled back, I cried out, only to have Jordan’s cock stuffed down my throat. He couldn’t use his hands on me because they were still tied up, but David told him, “Fuck him,” and Jordan did, pumping his hips against my face while I silently begged for more.
I wanted to touch him, hold him, wanted Jordan to use me and to be his toy like I was with David, but oh, I wanted him to care for me too.
“Remember, you can’t come until I say you can,” David reminded us, guiding me on Jordan’s cock while he fucked my face.
“Please, Daddy. Please let me,” Jordan begged. I wanted it too, wanted to swallow down his load and savor the taste.
“But if you come on his tongue, how will you come in his ass?” David asked, making Jordan’s dick flex between my lips.
“Oh shit,” Jordan said, and then I was pulled away from him.
I tried to scramble back, but it didn’t work. I couldn’t use my hands, and David held my hair, and I just… “I need you. Please don’t leave. I need you both.” My words were broken and raw. I was consumed by this moment. Later, I would likely be embarrassed by my need for them, but I wasn’t right then. It was as if they’d unlocked something inside me, cut me open just the way they planned, so only the real me, the one I didn’t know, emerged.
“I want to touch him, Daddy!” There was almost a panic to Jordan’s voice as he tugged on his binds. I was doing the same.
David dropped to his knees beside me. “We’re not going anywhere. Why would we leave such a good boy? You’re ours now, Ian.” As he spoke, he unlocked the cuffs. Once I was free, he did the same for Jordan, who then fell to his knees.
“Fuck me,” I cried out. I felt empty, alone, like I needed them to sear themselves inside me before I believed they would stay.
“Not yet. I haven’t had enough of either of you yet.”
“Then let Jordan. Fuck me now!” I couldn’t believe the words had come out of my own mouth, that I not only said them, but that they were true.
There was a sting to my cheek, and it took me a moment to realize David had slapped me. I’d seen him do it to Jordan plenty of times, and I’d told him he could try with me, but he never had. It was a soft hit, one that surprised me more than anything, but it ignited something inside me, while simultaneously quieting a chaos I hadn’t known was there.
I wanted it to hurt sometimes.
I wanted David to hurt me.
I wanted to feel it all, feel more, never stop feeling now that they’d unlocked it.
“Do it again, Sir, please. Do it harder.”
David’s eyes turned dark and predatory. He was standing with Jordan and me at his feet. He smacked me again, and yes, the flare of heat was welcome and needed.
He slapped Jordan next, but I could tell much softer. Jordan groaned and said, “Thank you, Daddy.”
“I want more. Please? Can I have more?” I’d never told him I wanted pain before, but I hadn’t really known until that moment.
“You’re speeding this up, aren’t you?” he asked with a smile, then motioned toward the bed. “On it, both of you. Lie on your stomachs, over the edge, asses out.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Yes, Sir.”
We went over together and lay the way David said. I was shaking, but then felt Jordan’s warm hand on my arm. “It’s okay. David will take care of us.”
He would, I knew that. I also had Jordan. “You will too.”
Jordan nodded.
Something tickled my back. I looked over my shoulder to see a flogger. I’d never used one, but I wasn’t totally naive.
“This will give you the pain you’re asking for, but it won’t be too much. Remember your colors if you’re struggling. Don’t ever be afraid to use them. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You’re okay with it too?” David asked Jordan.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Jordan’s fingers interlaced with mine. I squeezed back, taking comfort from him as I waited for David to give me what I so suddenly needed.
He tickled us with the soft strands—first me, then Jordan, then me, then Jordan again. When he came back to me, there was a gentle slap on my ass, and something about it lit my whole world on fire. All I wanted to do was bask in the warmth.
“More…please.”
David gave it to me, hitting my ass, then Jordan’s, alternating between us, each strike a little harder than the last. The pain intensified, making me mumble and beg and dig my nails into Jordan’s hand.
But he didn’t let go.
I lost myself in the feeling of Jordan holding me and David hitting me, my ass and back both burning, but it still wasn’t enough. I thought I could live there, in that moment, in this place in time where I was taken care of and made to hurt but only because I wanted it and David would give me what I needed.