Limitless Love: A Polyamorous Charity Anthology

5. Noel

Once I drop Robbie off at his new accommodations, I make a beeline for Eddie. If I know my partner, he’s ready for anything that’ll make the pressure less, and pleasure more. Granted, I’m in the same position because fuck Robbie’s something else. Those eyes…and that body. I somehow know he’s going to be bendy as fuck, a perfect little puppet for us. If I get my way, we’ll find out.

Stepping into the living room, I see Eddie sprawled out on the couch, his legs spread, and his dick is pressed against his pants. I lick my lips, knowing soon I’ll be enjoying every bit of his body. I crook my finger, and Eddie scrambles off the couch to follow me down the hallway. I open the door and guide him inside.

“Did you tell Robbie this room was off limits?” Eddie’s voice rumbles as he stands next to the door, waiting for instructions like a good boy.

“Mmm, worried he’ll find out what a whore you are? The way you can’t wait to bend over for me?”

“Fuck.” He shudders at my words, and I smirk.

The room is pretty basic compared to others. There’s a bed, spanking bench, and padded square for him to kneel on. We have some toys, like floggers and dildos, but that’s it. We don’t need much. It’s fun to play with the instruments, but I know my man. Humiliation is the quickest way to turn him on.

“I bet you’re hoping he sneaks in and watches you take it up the ass for me. Begging for every inch like the slut you are. Because you are, aren’t you?” When Eddie doesn’t respond, I back him into the wall and grip his chin tightly. “I didn’t hear you.”

“Yes. I’m a slut. I can’t get enough of your cock.” His cheeks lightly redden, not nearly as much as Robbie, and I wonder briefly what they’d look like together. The contrasts…

“That’s right. And my slut should take off his clothes. After all, I need to see what’s mine.” I back up to give him some room. Shakily, he pulls his fucking plaid long sleeve shirt off and hurriedly unbuttons his jeans, pushing them and his boxer briefs off at the same time.

“Mmm…but what’s the rule?”

“I fold my clothes, Master.” I cock my brow, and he quickly grabs his clothes. When I clear my throat, he slows down and methodically folds them and places them on the stool we have next to the door. “Thank you, Master.”

“Good boy. Take your place.” I move away and enjoy watching him walk to the center of the room and kneel on the padded square. Our bodies get enough of a workout with our job, there’s no sense in making his knees hurt. I want pleasure, not pain for pain’s sake.

He spreads his legs, placing his hands on his upper thighs, straightens his back and tilts his head toward the ground. It’s perfect. He’s fucking perfect. I thank fucking everything that we stumbled across each other over a job. There’s not always trust in what we do, but damn if we didn’t fall for each other right away. Sometimes you just know.

Stalking toward him, I hum in pleasure. Reaching him, I slowly drag my fingers across his back before threading them through his brown hair. I tighten my grip and yank, forcing his body to bow backwards. His eyes are already filled with lust, and I’m impatient to get my own clothes off. Letting go roughly, I unbutton my jeans and slowly unzip them. He stays in the uncomfortable position I put him in.

“I’m going to feed you my cock and you’re going to take every inch. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Master.” His words are breathy, and I can’t wait to wreck his throat, to turn that sound into the huskiness that comes from a good deep throat fuck, one that’ll bring us both to the edge. He doesn’t complain when I seize his hair again and straighten him out.

I tap his lips, and he eagerly opens for me. I take my cock out and, without any gentleness, shove in, giving him no time to prepare. I use him viciously, like it’s another hole for my pleasure—and it is. “Fuck, you’re such a whore for me. I bet you’d love Robbie to see you like this. Bent over taking my thick cock. Getting hard with no stimulation, just your throat being fucked. Because that’s all you’re good for, isn’t it? Being my fuck toy. I could keep you here and do whatever I want and you’d thank me for it because you’re such a damn slut you can’t get enough.”

I give him a moment to breathe before I push back in. This time, I grab his throat, lightly squeezing and feeling my cock as I push in and out. His shudder of pleasure and choking sound starts pushing me to an orgasm. Before I’m almost unable to prevent my orgasm, I pull out sharply, leaving him struggling to compose himself as he gasps.

I gently caress his head as I come down from the ledge, even as I eye the way his cock is dripping with precum. His eyes are wild with need, but I take the moment to give us both a break and a reminder of our connection. Stepping back, I decide it’s time to move on.

“Get on the spanking bench. We’ll see if you’ve been good enough to deserve an orgasm or if you’ll need to wait.” He manages to stand on shaky legs and walk over to the bench, climbing onto it and grabbing hold to the front legs, which have a built in peg.

It’s one of the best items we have. It’s padded for his torso and both his wrists and legs can be locked down. The best part? It’s spreadable, which makes it perfect.

His pert ass is right there all for me and it makes me want to do so many things to it…I want to smack it, bite it, and hell, even kiss it. In fact, it’s been a while since I’ve rewarded him—and me—with a certain favorite activity.

“What does the whore want today?” I circle around him, pinching his chin and raising it to me so he looks at me.

“Whatever you want, Master.” Eddie bites his lip, and I pull it gently out, because nobody is going to hurt him except me. If anyone else dared to hurt my lover, a bullet would be too easy for them.

“That’s right. I’m the one in charge. So even when you’re thinking about someone else, someone like Robbie, you know it’ll be under my direct order.” Eddie shudders, his pupils dilating at the mention. Fuck, he’s beautiful when he’s so turned on.

“Would you rim him? Let him have all that pleasure until he’s a begging mess. Where he can’t hold back and only then give him your cock.”

“Yes! Yes,” Eddie whimpers, and I smirk at him, letting go of his chin and walking around to his back. I open his legs even more before I kneel myself.

Without a word, I lean in and tease his ass crack with my tongue, loving his sharp inhale. Gripping his ass, I spread his cheeks out and take a moment to enjoy looking at my hole. Because it is mine. Fuck, how’d I meet someone who can deal with my level of possessiveness? Without giving it any more thought, I dive right in.

He tries to wiggle, but he’s locked down and can’t. He knows better than to even try to let go of the pegs. All he can do is stay there and take what I give him. I swirl my tongue around his hole, licking it until it relaxes enough that I can get my tongue in there. He cries out when I do, and I spend a few minutes tongue fucking him before I lean back, my mouth wet from the fun. But I’m not ready yet for this to end.

“Oh god. Please. Please, I need more,” Eddie begs as I stand. And I chuckle deeply, loving that this bad motherfucking assassin is pushed to his limit. Hell, there isn’t a fucking limit with us. Not when it comes to what we’ll give each other.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m not nearly done with you. Not when you beg so prettily.” I grab the lube from the bedside table and stroke my cock, which is hard as a fucking rock. It’s taking everything to hold back my orgasm, and I’m not waiting any longer. Thank fuck I didn’t put my cock away.

I don’t stretch him. Nothing more than the rim job I’ve given him. Lining up with his hole, I push in, groaning as I enter him. His muttering and repeated “fucks” tell me I’m on the right track with him as he tosses his head around. I give a few slow thrusts, letting him acclimate, and then it’s fucking on.

I pull almost all the way out and shove back in, grabbing his hips so tightly I know he’ll wear my marks later. Back and forth I tunnel into him, hitting his prostate each time to where he screams out his need—thank fuck this room is soundproof or Robbie would think I’m murdering my lover. I’m lost in my own desires, though. Eddie’s barely register at the moment. I keep going until I throw my head back, roaring as my orgasm tears through me.

Collapsing on him, I breathe heavily, letting the aftershocks roll through me, because fuck. Every time I think my orgasm is the best, he proves me wrong. I push off him, loving how he’s trying not to move or whine. He knows better if he actually wants to get off.

“Does my whore want to come?” I smack his ass as I stand.

“Yes, Master. Please, Master.” He chokes back a sob like a good boy, and I admit, I’m evil enough to consider not allowing it. After dealing with Robbie all night though…can I blame him when he’s so desperate? And that’s without what I’ve put him through.

Still, I don’t want to make this too easy on him. I quickly untie him. “Stand and walk to the wall, face it, place your arms up and press your palms against it.”

I chuckle at how hard his dick is as he wobbly follows directions. Buttoning my jeans, I grab the lube and coat my hand, enjoying the sight in front of me. Staying behind him, I lightly touch his cock, causing him to jump slightly. Tsking, I grip him and slowly jack him off. I’m barely gripping him as I jerk him, not giving him what he wants at all. His body is shaking with need, and I’m sure he wants nothing more than to have me hold him tighter and get him off, but this is my show. And I’ll never let him forget it.

“Are you enjoying yourself? Am I giving you what you want?”

On a broken cry, he says, “Yes, Master.”

My dark laugh is enough to tell him I know he’s saying bullshit, but since that’s what I instruct him to do, I’m not punishing him for it. This time. Being the kind Master I am, I tighten my grip and give him two good pumps. His head falls back, and he gasps with pleasure. Immediately, I loosen my grip again. I use my other hand to turn his face and my cock twitches at the sight of tears. He’s so beautiful when he’s pushed close to the edge.

I stop all movement and watch as fresh drops make their way down his face. “Fuck my hand. Just like this.”

With a sharp inhale, he draws his hips back and thrusts forward, my grip still loose. He growls as he continues to thrust, his shoulders slumping and sobs ripping from him. There’s not enough friction for him, and I love seeing the frustration on his face. He’s careful not to ask for more. Finally, I stop him and turn him, putting my still jean clad leg against his cock.

“If you want to come, ride my leg. Show me you’re nothing but a naughty whore who can’t even come from being jerked off. No, you can only do it by humping like an animal.”

Those words throw him into a frenzy, and he goes nuts, pressing against me and humping me so hard that I’m sure he’s going to feel the rough jeans against his cock when he’s done. Right now, he’s too lost in need. It barely takes any time before he opens his mouth to scream out his orgasm.

I only give him a second to enjoy it before I push him down. “You got my pants all dirty. Clean them off.”

As he licks them clean, my cock hardens again, and for a moment, I consider ignoring it, but he’s already on his knees. Making a split decision, I push my pants down enough for my hard cock to come out, and without needing to say anything, he opens his mouth. It only takes a few thrusts before I’m coming down his throat.

Thankfully, I’m close to the wall to give me support, because I’m done. Holy shit. Breathing hard, I wait to recover. Once I can stand fully on my legs, I give him my hand and help him up. I nuzzle the side of his throat and kiss his cheek.

“Alright, let’s get some sleep. Hopefully, we’ll hear back from my friend by tomorrow and we can decide what to do from there.”

“Yes, Master. I hope…”

I nod and nudge him toward the bed so I can embrace aftercare with my sub. It’s one of my favorite parts. But I understand what he’s saying. If we’re lucky, we may have stumbled onto our third—or more accurately, he stumbled onto us.