36. Lennox
36
LENNOX
M otherfucking shit.
I groan at her words. My dick was already rock hard, but it’s practically bursting at the seams now. She was starting to panic, and I thought it was too much for her. Guilt rose in my chest, but when she recognized me and said ‘green’—fuck, it did something to me.
Her glossy green eyes stare at me with complete trust. It’s an intoxicating feeling, the way she trusts me to take her apart and put her back together again.
We outdid ourselves with rope work. The harness fits her perfectly, making for a breathtaking sight. Her skin is flushed, her freckles on full display. Her gorgeous tits are jutted out, the little pink nubs stiff with need. She’s completely under our control, her hands tied behind her back. Her pussy is fucking glistening, showing us how much she likes it.
The desire is coiled low in my stomach, so tight it’s hard to stand upright. Precum drips from my aching cock, and I can’t waste another second without her touch.
“Open,” I command, and she listens instantly, sliding her plump, pink lips wide open.
On a growl, I grab my hard dick, laying it onto her hot tongue.
“Fuckkk.” Just the slight contact is enough to have my eyes rolling to the back of my head. “Suck it.”
She does but I don’t let her set the pace. No, I grab her head and begin fucking her mouth.
She takes it all, being the good girl she is. She moans and whimpers around my cock, her hips moving frantically, searching for release.
“Stop,” Ryan orders.
Fuck . I forgot he was even there, hypnotized by the scene in front of me.
“You don’t get to come yet, hummingbird,” he continues as I slide my dick out of her perfect mouth. “It’s my turn to try our little present.”
She turns to him promptly, opening her mouth again. Her mascara is smeared underneath her eyes, her lips swollen and covered in spit.
Ryan slides his cock into her mouth, and she hollows her cheeks.
“Fuck, hummingbird,” he groans. “You like getting mouthfucked by two thick cocks, don’t you?”
She hums around his length, making him hiss. I slide my glove off, needing to feel her. Getting down to my knees, my hand finds its way to her heat.
“You’re fucking soaked. You love getting used by us.” She nods with a dick in her mouth, her eyes turning feral. “Good. Because we’re nowhere near done.” I push Ryan away from her, pulling her up to her feet. I slip my fingers into her tight pussy.
She bucks into my hand, barely holding on. Ryan joins me, pinching and rubbing her nipples.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” she chants. A wicked grin overtakes my face. Her no cursing rule is long gone. Just as she’s about to come, I remove my fingers.
“Not yet, hummingbird.”
I motion my head to the dining table, and Ryan nods. It was all planned. We will now bend her over the table. Ryan will spank her, then bottom out in her little pussy while I fuck her mouth.
We bring Anne to the table, bending her over it sideways. The table is just wide enough for our plan to work perfectly.
“I think our present is just a little bit too pale,” Ryan starts. “I prefer them with more color.” He grabs Anne’s hair and lifts her head. “You know what a good color for a present is?”
She shakes her head while his sadistic eyes gleam with delight.
“Red,” he bites out.
I can’t see her eyes with her head turned around, but I need to check in with her.
“Give me a color.”
Her head turns to me, previous fear replaced by pure lust in her eyes. “Green.”
I nod to Ryan, signaling he can proceed. Pulling out a chair, I sit in front of her, my cock still throbbing, poking out of my undone pants.
In the scene we’re recreating, the woman was spanked with a paddle, but Anne’s way to inexperienced for that. Ryan’s hand will have to do.
“Eyes on him, hummingbird,” Ryan tells her.
Her eyes snap up to mine, wide and trusting. They close abruptly as Ryan’s palm connects with her skin. She lets out a whimper. The position must be uncomfortable for her. Her tits pressed to the hard table, elbows linked behind her back, her ass and pussy open for us. But the discomfort will only make it hotter for her. She wants to be used and degraded. She wants to be the furthest thing from what she was raised to behave like.
And we’re going to give it to her.
“Don’t fucking break eye contact with me,” I bite out.
Another strike to her ass. She blinks for a second but quickly remembers and glances back at me.
Strike after strike, her sounds turn from hisses to moans, her gaze growing hazy by the second. I get lost in her eyes. We’re in a motherfucking threesome, a random dude spanking her perfect ass, but I feel like we’re the only two people in the world. A string tethers us, from my eyes to hers, unbroken even with all the unrelenting hits she’s receiving.
“There. Now that this present is nice and red, I get to fuck it.” Ryan breaks our contact. Anne moans at the dirty words.
Grabbing his cock, he gives it a few tugs, preparing to bury himself in her wet pussy. A knot forms in my throat, my heart beating faster.
Before I can think about it, my voice spills out, hoarse and low. “Get over here,” I tell him.
“But…” He gives me a puzzled look because this was the plan. This was the fucking scene.
“Change of fucking plans,” I snarl and make my way behind her. The thought of him sliding his stupid dick inside of her makes bile rise in my throat.
Fuck. Her ass is covered in marks, her pussy dripping. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Ryan stands in front of her head, his eyes searching permission from me. I nod. I would prefer he’d get the fuck out of here, but this is for her. This is her fantasy. And damn if I don’t want to make every one of her fantasies come true.
Laying his cock on her tongue, he waits for my signal.
“Color,” I spit out.
“Green,” Anne responds, so I dip my head, signaling to Ryan so both of us slip our cocks inside of her at the same time.
“Fuckkk,” I hiss as her tight heat envelopes me.
She’s fucking heaven. A warm, wet, pulsing heaven. I pump into her in a slow but harsh rhythm, Ryan following it as he slides in and out of her mouth. She writhes on the table, unable to escape, her moans and gags filling the room.
She’s feral, untethered—arms bound, ass red, pussy and mouth filled with cocks. She clenches around my cock, and I grit my teeth even harder, the ecstasy building deep in my spine.
“Shit, she’s going to make me come,” Ryan grunts.
“Come for us, hummingbird.” I grab her tied hands and up the pace, bottoming out in her soaked cunt.
She gags around Ryan’s cock, and he starts repeating “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” before covering her face with his cum.
Ropes of seed hit her, and she instantly tightens around me. Her moans turn breathy, barely audible as the pleasure becomes too much. Pulse after pulse, she rides out her orgasm, gripping my dick like a vise.
It's impossible to hold off, not with her spasming around my length. The scene was to cover her body in cum, but it’s too good to pull out. Lights explode behind my eyes as my abs contract, her pussy squeezing every ounce of cum out of me, right there, deep inside of her.
Marking her.
I drop to her back, head pulsing, and place a kiss on her spine. My heart races as I try to regain vision, but as soon as the blur gets clear, I get to work. Ryan is already there with a pair of rope-cutting scissors, and I nod in gratitude before I gesture for him to get the hell out of the room.
He puts his dick away, buttoning his pants and squats in front of Anne. “You were an exquisite present, hummingbird.”
His eyes find mine as he dips his chin and leaves the room while I cut Anne out of the ropes.
Grabbing a towel from a drawer, I clean her face before gently pulling her up. Her body is covered in rope marks, her makeup is running down her face, my cum is dripping out of her, but she’s never looked more beautiful.
I’m speechless for a second, but her legs are barely holding her up. “Come here.” I pick her up in my hands.
Bringing her to the massive bed, I set her down carefully. Quickly, I take off my mask and clothes and lie behind her, spooning her to me.
“Are you hurting?” Worry laces my voice as I realize how advanced this scene was.
“Just a little,” she whispers.
“I’ll take care of you, Firecracker.” I kiss her hair. “We will get you cleaned up, and then I’ll tend to all of your marks, so that they don’t show tomorrow.”
“I kind of like the idea of keeping them.” I swallow at her words. They course through me like a drug, but I shake them off—now isn’t the time for daydreams.
“You were so incredible, baby. Such an amazing present for us,” I coo into her ear. Her skin prickles with goosebumps. “Let’s get you some water.”
She nods, and I grab a bottle of water from the nightstand minibar. I help her sit up and she downs half of the bottle.
“Good girl.” I caress her shoulders, making her shiver.
Turning her around to me, I press my lips to hers. She melts into me, her plump lips opening for my tongue. I breathe her in, my tongue exploring her mouth. It’s passionate. It’s intimate. I nip her bottom lip with my teeth, and she whimpers. My cock is already semi hard again.
Nope. Not the time for that, either.
Reason prevails, so I break our kiss. Her eyes are a mirror as she stares at me. One could get lost in them if not careful. How could anyone ever think she wasn’t enough?
She’s perfection. And no matter how much I try to muss her up, she’s still perfection.
I can’t stand it.
But fuck, I can’t let her go.
I clear my throat from the lump that formed. “Come on, we’ll get you cleaned up.”
She follows me religiously to the adjacent bathroom, still too deep in subspace to do much else. In the shower, I take my time cleaning every inch of her body. My hands lather her in soapsuds, the shower head washing it off. My mouth follows behind, kissing every place I’ve cleaned.
Her breaths are heavy, her lids closed, and I can’t keep my hands off her.
“So incredible, baby. You’re a work of fucking art.” I shake my head.
Suddenly, she starts giggling, the sound hitting me straight in the sternum.
“What?” I ask, confused.
“I don’t think there’s a way to wash off what we just did, no matter how hard you scrub.” She bursts out laughing and I join her.
“Yeah, I guess you were a dirty, dirty girl.” I slap her ass, making her squeal.
Grabbing a giant towel, I wrap her in it, both of us still laughing. We get back to the room and I use the phone on the bedside table to order us some food.
“Do they have food here?” She shoots me a puzzled look.
“They have a deal with a nearby hotel. I heard they made the contract after a client arranged a delivery on his own and they realized more people would probably be interested in it.”
“Makes sense.” She shrugs.
While we wait for our food, I grab the oil for treating rope marks and get to work on massaging them. My mind fills with images of her tied up.
“Fuck, you looked good tied up like that.”
Her face stretches into a giant grin. “You liked it?”
“I fucking loved it. You?”
“It was surreal. Honestly, that scene was hot in the books, but I never imagined it happening in real life.” Her eyes sparkle with mischief.
“And? Did it live up to the fantasy?”
“It lived up to everything I never even dared to fantasize.” She smiles that sweet smile. “Thank you. It may sound stupid, but it’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”
Her words bleed into me, filling me with air, but I only manage to nod. I’m not used to praise.
Yeah, just like that. You have an amazing cock. Or That was a great save while I was playing hockey. I’m used to that.
But not actual, honest praise. Actual thanks that I’ve made a difference in someone’s life. The feeling is unusual inside my chest. And I have no idea what the hell to do with it.