Chapter 18
EIGHTEEN
ELLINOR
I snicker as I watch Nash teasing Marcello and edging him like he deserves to be. Never did I think Cello would be taking orders from the rookie and Zamir, but that may be what he needs. He clearly has no boundaries when it comes to people he cares about, and now I’m one of those people. He even went so far as to stick a tracker in my arm. That reminds me, I need to figure out where the hell it’s at and make sure it’s not going to fuck with my body in any way.
? * My eyes didn’t know where to land when we walked in here. This room is covered from floor to ceiling in anything and everything you may have in a BDSM fantasy. Sex swings—yes, plural—hanging from the ceiling, one of those chairs that are marketed for yoga, but everyone knows it’s for fucking on, Marcello’s huge cabinet full of toys and ropes. And that’s only what I’ve seen so far. I want to spend hours in here, but my body is already starting to protest from the exhaustion and mistreatment it’s been put through the past couple of days.
I run my tongue over each opening on Zamir’s cock cage for probably the fourth time, and he finally says in the most pleading tone, “Ellie.”
I give him my sultry, “I want good tips,” bartender’s voice. “Yes, Zamir? You’re supposed to be walking Nash through sucking Marcello’s cock.”
He ignores my statement and starts to plead to me, “Please…”
“Please, what? You can do better than that, All-star.”
He sucks in a gasp, and I don’t know if it’s at the new nickname that just slipped out or from not wanting to beg for it.
He really starts to beg, “Please… I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll be whatever you need. I’ll be the best boy for you.”
I spit out, “You don’t even know what you’re begging for… pathetic.”
Abruptly, I stand and head back over to the goody cabinet to fish out something I can use to torture him. I spot the huge vibrator with the built-in suction for my clit. This will be the perfect tool to use in front of him. He’s getting his show and won’t be able to touch me while tied up.
The bead of pre-cum that drips off the opening of the cock cage hits the ground between his dangling feet. I spot the sex swing that’s dangling from the ceiling, and know it’s the perfect spot to put my show on. It places me directly in the middle of where Zamir is and the position of Nash and Marcello fooling around on that wild-looking sex chair.
Of course, Marcello would have the fancy sex swing with the full-back and all the extra attachments, but I can’t complain because the basic ones don’t look super comfortable. As I slide my ass up into the swing, placing my feet in the holders, my mind immediately goes to my midwife’s office in the stirrups. No one wants to be in those stirrups… but these? A bitch could get used to these.
“Ellieeeee. Please,” Zamir begs again.
“Keep it up, and I’ll get the other ball gag out of there and gag your ass too. You’re going to watch me. You can enjoy the show or not. I don’t care either way,” I tell him as the swing spins slowly in a circle, and my original thoughts are confirmed. I can watch all three of them and their gorgeous bodies as I spin—perfection.
“Don’t just stare at it, Big Boy. Suck that cock you’ve been wanting to get that filthy mouth of yours around for so long.” I hear Marcello’s breath hitch at my instructions to Nash. Zamir isn’t cutting it anymore. He’s too distracted by his caged cock. They’re going to listen to me.
As I begin teasing my entrance with the silicone cock, I remember I’m teasing Z, so instead, I drag the toy up my stomach in the slowest, most seductive way, sucking the toy into my mouth. Wetting it like I need and placing it back against my slit, circling my hole, I continue teasing myself.
Marcello moans behind his ball gag, and as I spin back their way, I see Nash sucking his cock to the back of his throat. “Fuck, Nash, yes. You look so good with that stalker cock down your throat.” That comment has Nash groaning around his cock, and I even hear Zamir let out the littlest of whimpers. “You’re all sick little fucks aren’t you?”
None of them answer me, but the thought of them knowing Cello was my stalker and not saying a word to me has a thrill running through me. Add the fact that I’m in this swing entirely on my own and completely controlling my own body and pleasure in front of them, I can feel my thrill increasing at the power I have in this moment.
Spinning back to Zamir to see the string of pre-cum growing longer as it drips from the cage has me sliding the toy into my waiting cunt. She’s been begging to be filled for what feels like the past hour.
The silicone cock will have to do for now.
“Please touch me, Shpirt Im. ”
“You’re really going to need lessons on your begging, Zamir…” I let out a feral moan and add, “My fake cock is doing more than I need. You dangle there and look pretty for me.”
Powering on the suction for the toy and placing it on my clit, I bask in the bliss of the impending orgasm that’s building in what feels like every limb of my body, and entirely too fast. I want to make Zamir wait and continue the teasing, but my body has other plans…
Technically, I can lay here all night and enjoy orgasm after orgasm while he’s tied up in front of me. But I don’t want his body to be sore for their practice tomorrow. That reminds me to ask Marcello if Nash has practice tomorrow and what their coach thinks has happened with him. The star quarterback can’t be missing for days without raising any flags. I start listing off things that I need to do when we get done having fun here, and at the top of that list is making sure my dad had no clue that I was missing. Which I’m sure Marcello’s psycho ass has taken care of already.
The throbbing in my clit and tightening in my core brings my ADHD-riddled brain back to the task at hand: coming.
Nash, in his gritty tone, says, “Does this make you feel good when I grab these big balls, Sir?” Right on cue, my swing spins me oh so slowly to face the pair, and I’m greeted with Nash rolling Marcello’s balls between his fingers as he sucks and bobs on his pierced cock enthusiastically.
? * The eager nod Marcello gives Nash has the words flying out of my mouth before I can stop them. “Good boy,” I practically purr it to Marcello. His eyes flick up to mine, dilating with desire when they roam down my body and finally land on the toy deep in my cunt, about to pull me over the edge. “You like what you see, fuck face?”
Zamir snorts a laugh, and I’m grinning like a loon to a sheepish-looking Marcello. I love seeing him like this. He’s usually so sure of his actions, but when he finally gives into his submissive side and hands the power over to me, allowing himself to be more submissive while in the bedroom… I’m going to be sure to keep doing it.
Before Cello even has the chance to answer, I’m spinning back to the other side to see Zamir’s attention bouncing from me to Nash and Marcello, and he whines to me, “Ellie, I want to come so bad, but you know what’s worse? Only being able to watch you. I need to touch you, hold you, worship you like the fucking goddess you are. Make sure you’re truly okay and really are back to us in one piece. I’ve missed you so fucking much and have never been so scared in my life. I didn’t think I’d ever get to hold you in my arms again.”
At that, I hit the button to up the power on both the suction and vibration, hoping it will pull me over the edge so I can quit worrying about whatever Zamir is talking about. Now is clearly not the time to be discussing this. I need at least one orgasm before I start acknowledging how serious we’re all about to be after this whole kidnapping situation.
My whole body starts to thrum with the need to come. Sweat is slicking my body, and I can feel I’m almost at the peak. Leaning my head back on the swing, closing my eyes, I let my head focus on what it wants.
Pleasure.
The moaning coming from Marcello and the slurping and sucking that Nash is producing is what ends up pushing me over the edge of orgasm. My orgasm washes over me, legs shaking, eyes crossing, barreling to the depths of hell in pleasure.
Exactly what I needed.
Nash pops off Marcello’s cock right before he’s about to come. Nash stands up and looms over a dazed Marcello. He needs to come so bad, but I think Nash wants him to suffer even more than I do. That secret he was carrying around for Marcello was eating him alive.
I watch as Nash furiously pumps his cock up and down, and before I know it, he’s moaning and coming, shooting his load all over Marcello’s stomach and chest.
That shouldn’t be as hot as it is…
Slowly, I sit up, throwing the toy on the swing to walk over to a fuming Marcello, and release him out of his ball gag. Marcello’s body is bare; he’s rigid again, looking like he could strangle any one of us right now. But I still shamesley use it to my advantage, letting my eyes roam his beautiful body. My eyes stop right above his cock at a horizontal tattoo I’ve never noticed. I move closer and run my finger over it.
It’s new.
It’s the same name my stalker called me.
My stalker turned psycho boyfriend.
There’s nothing but pride and joy radiating from him.
This fucking man has no shame.
Not a fucking ounce.
“What is this?!”
“I belong to you. You’re my Ragazza Dolce. This body of mine is yours, but this cock is definitely yours… even if your other boyfriends like to suck it dry.” The smirk on this fuckers lips makes me shake the ball gag in his face. He has enough sense to school his features.
Good, he doesn’t like the ball gag.
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