Chapter 26 #2
He leans in to give her pussy a quick lick that draws a gasped moan from her. My dick hardens even more against her back. She’s wound so tight that she’ll probably come within a minute once Killian starts. And it makes me feral for her.
Killian leans back again. “If you don’t say it, I’m not gonna push my finger in. I’ll lick a few more times, then stop, just before you come.”
“No, no, no,” she mewls. “Do it, please.”
He removes his finger from her ass and slaps her pussy. “Not good enough. I want to hear my name on your lips.”
She barely even hesitates. “Please, Killian. Please. Stuff my ass and lick my pussy. Pleeease, Killian.”
A wide smirk spreads over his lips as he looks up at me. “We should record this.”
Jenna stiffens, and he notices, explaining to her, “To remind you how much you want me. You know, since you keep thinking otherwise.”
She relaxes a little, and pride swells inside me anew. He saw what his words did to her and fixed it. Hopefully, he has more care for her than he’s been showing.
Killian spits on a finger, and Jenna lets out a long, breathy moan as he pushes inside her ass in one long go. He pulls out slowly, and then he slams forward, pushing back inside and going to town on her pussy.
Jenna bucks, moaning, almost screaming, going absolutely wild with need. Wrapping one arm tightly around her chest, I curl the other hand around her throat, on top of the collar.
“Killian,” she screams as he finger-fucks her ass hard and sucks her clit. “It’s… too much. Oh God. Killian!”
“You’re ours,” I growl into her ear, pushing my hard cock against her back. “Come for us like the good little dirty girl you are.”
“Ian,” she cries out, shooting an arm back to grab onto my shoulder.
“Ian, Ian. Killian.” Her voice rises with her building pleasure, our names mingling on her tongue until she erupts in a screaming moan.
The orgasm rips through her with a raging force that makes me tighten my hold on her to avoid her falling off me.
Killian licks a few more times while she comes down, then leans back and pulls his finger out.
Jenna goes slack in my arms, panting, limp and heavy, legs dropping off Killian’s shoulders.
He remains on the floor for a moment, licking his lips and watching her pussy.
Then he gets up and wipes the back of his hand over his mouth.
He looks out of breath when he leans down to press a swift kiss to her lips.
“You taste delicious, princess,” he says, then leaves, adjusting the straining length behind his pants as he goes.
Jenna casts a confused look at him, then at me.
“I think he had to go take care of something,” I say, and when she frowns, I add, “His cock. You made him rock hard.”
Her lips form an ‘O,’ but she’s too dazed to speak.
I firm my grip on her throat. “Just like you did to me.”
She squirms a little, making my cock ache as she moves against it.
“On your knees, Jenna.”
She struggles to make her limbs obey, so I grab her under the arms and help her to the floor. Then I grab the ring gag off the table and step in front of her.
“Open,” I demand.
Her eyes are swimming when she looks up at me, but she obeys immediately. Her breathing comes faster as I shove the ring between her teeth and buckle the straps behind her head. I’m not sure if it’s out of fear, after what happened the last time she wore it, or desire. I hope it’s a combination.
I make quick work of freeing my cock, then grab the chain on the collar and use it to pull her open mouth over my hard length. She squirms when I hit the back of her throat, making a choked sound. I pull back a little, then push in slowly and pause.
Struggling to keep her gag reflex in check, she makes a muffled protest, her throat stuttering with the effort.
I pull back out and lean down to her. “What are you going to do about it?”
Vulnerability softening her face, she shakes her head. Nothing. She’s sinking deep into subspace. Leaning her head back, she capitulates, opening up to my complete dominance.
Accepting the gift, I lean down and spit in her mouth. “That’s right. There’s not a single thing you can do.”
She gasps, but there’s no disgust or protest. She just sits there, staring up at me as if I’m her whole world, swaying lightly as she sinks deeper.
I push into her mouth again. “Relax your throat,” I say when I reach the back and she starts making choked sounds.
After a few strokes in and out, saliva starts dripping from the corner of her mouth. She reaches up to wipe it off, but I swat her hand away. “Hands behind your back.”
She gives a small whimper but obeys, keeping her hands behind her while I pick up my pace, alternating between slow strokes and fast thrusts.
I don’t get all the way inside her throat.
And I don’t need to. The feeling of her warm mouth, the sight of the spit down her chin, and her open submission are more than enough.
It only takes a few minutes before pressure builds and there’s that telltale tingle at the base of my spine.
“Are you gonna be a good girl and swallow my cum, Jenna?”
She nods eagerly around my cock, and that eager submission is what pushes me over the edge.
“Christ, Jenna,” I growl, bracing myself on the table as the pressure releases and I shoot my cum into her mouth.
The release is hard and fast, like something I’ve been holding back for too long finally snapping loose. My entire body locks, jaw clenched, breaths short. Heat floods through me in a sharp wave, and for a moment, my mind shuts off. It’s even better than the first time.
Jenna sputters around me, cum spilling through the gag, around my cock. I draw back, just a little.
“Swallow,” I demand.
Her throat bobs repeatedly, and her eyes flutter as she struggles to swallow. More cum and spit drips out around the gag, but she manages to swallow most of it.
I pull out, reeling for a moment. Then I bend to check, and there’s only a trace of white on her tongue. But I want her to have it all. I drag the back of my finger up her chin, collecting the spilled cum. She remains completely still, panting and staring at me with wide eyes.
Slowly and demonstratively, I advance my finger through the gag, into her mouth without touching her lips.
With the same careful pace, I press it down and drag it over her tongue, smearing more cum onto it.
I repeat a few times, feeding her all the cum I can gather.
Then I take out the gag and pull her into my arms.
“Such a good girl. So submissive. When the time comes, you’re gonna willingly go upstairs to let Killian use you. Aren’t you?”
She draws a shuddery breath. “Yes.”
I smile. Because this is working. A feeling of power expands in my chest. Somehow, I made her trust me and desire Killian despite the way we tore her life apart.
Such a reckless little girl. But most of all, I find her strong.
She’s opening up her heart and risking everything to achieve her dreams and find connection.
It’s a strength neither Killian nor I possess.
But maybe—just maybe—this sweet, submissive girl will make us open up as well.
I already feel my own defenses crumbling.
It’s unsettling, but also so very right.