Chapter 10 Blaze #2
I expect him to continue to taunt me, to vent whatever it is that got him to agree to this, but he stays silent even as he buries the fingers of one hand in my hair.
Pandora licks the vein on the underside of my cock, and I mimic the movement. Asch groans, his eyelids fluttering.
Pandora sucks harder, and I do the same. When she goes on to teasing the slit of my cock, I do that too. My entire body is singing with arousal, my vision hazy. It’s thrilling to see Asch’s face scrunch up in pleasure.
His fingers twist in my hair, pulling, releasing, adding small pinpricks of pain to all the sensations.
Asch is pretending to be cold and aloof, but he’s nowhere near unaffected.
I grin internally.
I might be the one tied up, but Asch is giving me all the power right now.
I continue to mimic Pandora’s technique, not caring that saliva drips out the side of my mouth and down my jaw. I’m going to get Asch off before he even knows what’s happening.
At least, that’s the plan until Pandora pulls off of me. She flicks her nail against my raging erection. “Hmm. Good enough.” She peers past Asch at me. “You’d better not come immediately. If I don’t get an orgasm out of this, I will pull out the knife.”
Asch doesn’t seem to realize that he’s not in control as he starts to fuck my mouth in slow, shallow thrusts.
He’s being careful with me, more careful than he’d be with a woman in this situation, which means that even though Pandora’s claws are in him, there’s still a chance of getting him back onto my side.
I watch as Pandora gets out of her pants and lacy panties. She dressed up for this. She knew exactly where today was going to lead.
She truly is a snake.
But she’s a hot snake, especially when she wraps her arms around Asch and kisses him while he’s still fucking my mouth.
Stop touching him, I want to say, but I end up sucking even harder on Asch’s cock.
He lets out another choked sound, and this time, he pushes deeper into my mouth.
“How is he?” Pandora asks. She reaches down to run a finger along my stretched-wide lips. “Is he using his mouth properly?”
“Almost like he wants it,” Asch replies.
He’s breathless.
He’s breathless because of what I am doing to him.
“Blaze pretends to be top dog, but really he’s always been better at following.” Pandora gets a hand underneath Asch’s shirt.
I can see that her hand stops on his nipple, and she pinches it. Asch shudders hard.
“For example…” Pandora meets my gaze. “He’s following his daddy’s orders. This entire frat is a front for his daddy’s business. Why are you even bothering to rebuild, Blaze? It’s not yours.”
I make an offended sound.
It is mine. That’s part of my legacy!
“Because he’s following orders,” Asch says with a harsh laugh as he twists his fingers harder in my hair. “He always follows orders. Why do you think you were punished, Pandora? Do you really think Blaze would’ve done that on his own?”
Pandora freezes. I don’t think Asch notices, but I do. I see the way her eyes widen, and something vulnerable crosses her expression.
“No,” Pandora says, her voice shaky. “Of course not. Of course Blaze wouldn’t have.” She laughs. “Who told him to do it?”
Asch has stopped fucking my mouth, though he doesn’t pull out. Drool continues to accumulate around it, sliding down my chin. “His dad. Zayden.”
Pandora giggles again. “Well, Zayden won’t be a problem anymore.” She sits up and kisses Asch directly on the mouth. He tilts his head in her direction, and I can see their mouths open. I watch as they twine their tongues together.
They look so good together.
But Asch can’t be with her. It’s too dangerous.
I make a sound to interrupt them, a pathetic, garbled mewl that has them both bursting into giggles.
“I deserve some pleasure too,” Pandora says. “Time to see if he has enough stamina to get me off. If not… I’ll have to get him hard again and keep trying, over and over and over.”
“He’ll get you off,” Asch says. “Just like he’ll get me off.” He starts to make those shallow thrusts again, but then he’s pushing against the back of my throat.
I gag, but it doesn’t dissuade him.
Pandora moves to straddle my hips, gripping my cock with two slim fingers. Her nails dig into the sensitive skin, and I shudder again. When she lowers herself onto me, I moan loudly—and Asch thrusts harder into my mouth, my throat, in response.
He strokes his fingers through my hair, murmuring, “Swallow around it.” Like I haven’t given that same advice to so many women, like I haven’t heard him give that same advice to women over the past few years.
I wonder if he’s ever done this to anyone else.
I will myself to glare at him as I swallow, even though I feel like choking. I close my mouth enough to scrape my teeth along his cock. Not enough to hurt him, but a warning just the same.
“No,” he says, his fingers tightening in my hair again, then he pushes deeper, more demanding, into my throat. “You deserve this.” His voice is unsteady, and I realize he’s probably getting close to orgasm.
I’m going to have his cum inside my mouth.
I start struggling now, the reality hitting me. But with Pandora on top of me, constricting my cock with her cunt, every movement only sends more pleasure through me. I can’t get out of the cuffs either, so all my struggling does is amp up my arousal and tire me out.
“Oh!” Pandora groans and tightens her pussy. “Fuck, that’s good. Good… good boy, Blaze.”
My head grows fuzzy with humiliation.
It’s definitely not arousal.
I’m not turned on by being called a “good boy.”
“He is a good boy,” Asch agrees breathlessly. “And he’s going to be even better when he swallows every drop of my cum here in just… a… second…” I can feel the way his cock thickens in my mouth, and his thrusting into my mouth has become more erratic.
I try to shake my head, but Asch grips my hair tighter and forces me to hold still as he thrusts forward. His cock pulses on my tongue, and right as he pulls out a fraction, hot liquid splashes on my tongue.
The bitter taste floods all my senses. I force my eyes to stay open, to watch every change to Asch’s expression.
I’ve seen this face before. Every time we shared a woman. Even when I was focused on my own pleasure, or on getting the chick off, my eyes were drawn to Asch’s ecstasy.
Asch keeps moving through his orgasm, forcing more cum on my tongue and down my throat. I suck him dry, and I feel a small sense of triumph at doing this to him.
He thinks he’s in control here, but he’s not.
It’s—
Pandora grinds down and squeezes, and I moan at the sudden shock of pleasure.
It makes Asch let out another sound of his own, but he lingers in my mouth a little longer before finally pulling out. “Knew your mouth was good at doing something other than being a dick,” he mutters before climbing off of me.
As soon as he’s out, I turn my head to spit out as much of his cum as I can. A lot of it drips out of my mouth and down my jaw and cheek.
Pandora leans forward, her face filling my vision. She pats my jaw and rubs the fluids into my skin. “Fuck. You are so hot right now Blaze. I knew you would be. Can you be any more perfect?”
I snap at her hand. “If you untie my hands, I might be able to touch your clit. That would be more perfect.”
Pandora laughs with delight. “It would be!” She bends down to kiss me, not caring about the cum taste. I open my mouth for her, and she thrusts her tongue inside, licking every inch of my palate like she wants to absorb Asch’s flavor.
My balls draw up, and I can feel my impending orgasm. I strain my arms, trying uselessly to wrap them around Pandora.
“Asch—” Pandora extends an arm in his direction. “Touch my clit, boyfriend. Get me off while I’m riding him.”
“Stop calling him that,” I snarl, but that makes Pandora laugh again and dive in for another kiss.
The bed dips as Asch sits down next to her, and he reaches down. I can feel his hand near my cock as he finds her clit and starts to rub it. The next time Pandora lifts her head, I can see Asch nibbling and nipping along her throat.
She sits up entirely and turns her head to kiss Asch.
I hope he tastes his own cum, I think bitterly, but it’s hard to focus on the anger when Pandora’s cunt is fluttering around me, and it’s so much heat, so much pressure, and my two favorite people in the world are right here—
I cry out as my orgasm slams into me. My hips buck up, and for a few seconds I see and hear nothing. The world has narrowed down to this pleasure, this blinding ecstasy.
Pandora drags her nails down my chest, making sure to put pressure on the healing cut she’d left what feels like an eternity ago. Even that feels amazing, a sharp contrast that only heightens all the sensations.
She lets out a loud, wailing moan herself, and her cunt ripples and drags out my own orgasm. I sob through it all.
I don’t know how long things go on, but eventually, Pandora pulls off me. She pulls her panties and jeans back on. I hear my own breath ringing in my ears, and Pandora is panting equally hard. She kisses Asch again, then stretches out next to me to kiss my jaw tenderly.
I turn to kiss her back, to pull her closer to me—only for the cuffs and the rope to stop me.
The reality of the situation slams back into me.
“Untie me,” I growl. “You had your fun.”
Pandora smirks at me. “So did you.” She reaches down to fondle my spent cock. “You really got off on getting your face fucked, Blaze.”
“I think it had more to do with your sloppy cunt,” I counter. “Let go of me now.”
Pandora pouts and shakes her head. “Not until you answer a simple question for me.” She glances at Asch, then back to me. “Who do the Bouchards sell all the women to?”
My eyes widen.
She cracked the drive. She must have. There’s no other way she could know about that.
“You must have hit your head a few too many times,” I say with faux confidence. “Seeing conspiracies where none exist.”