Chapter Nine
SKYE
I shiver hearing him say my pussy—his stamp of ownership would normally repel me but not this time.
There is something about these three that has me fiending for them and begging for more of whatever they are willing to give.
I don’t know what is going on between them and honestly, I’m too fucking turned on right now to care.
I push the table setting out of the way and lock eyes with Asher across the table. He’s grinding his teeth so hard I fear he might break them. I lift my knee and rest it on the edge of the table to climb on but yelp when Axel slaps my ass.
“I changed my mind. I want you on your hands and knees while you suck my dick,” he demands.
I do as he demands and climb onto the table, then turn around so Nixon and Asher are left with the view of my ass and my lace-covered pussy.
Axel steps forward and fills my mouth with his cock.
I moan around his girth, loving the feeling of having him fill one of my holes.
I’m so fucking wet, my pussy is clamping down on air.
It’s to the fucking point the ache between my thighs is becoming painful.
“Look at my handprint on her creamy ass, baby,” Axel grits out, taunting Asher.
“I’m gonna kill you for this,” Nixon snaps. It’s so strange how I can fucking already tell their voices apart.
“Yeah… fuck, but only after I’ve come,” Axel claps back. “You want Daddy to eat that cunt until you come?”
I nod my head as best as I can. “Hmmmhmmm,” I say.
“Release me and do as I first told you.” Eager to please, I do exactly as he says.
I balance my heels on the edge of the table, lean back on my elbows and open my legs as wide as I can.
Axel pulls his chair forward and sits down.
He runs his hands along my legs, making them tremble beneath his touch.
“Would you two like to admit you were wrong?” he asks the others.
The only answers he gets are growls, which makes him chuckle. He trails a finger along my pussy, turning my breaths ragged.
“While I’m eating this dripping wet cunt, you are going to tell us how you want the three of us to fuck you, touch you and how hard you want it. I want you to tell us all your darkest and most sinister desires.” I moan when he pushes the lace to the side and blows his breath against my aching core.
“Yes, Daddy,” I pant as he parts my folds with his fingers.
“You don’t let them touch you until they admit I’m right. If you don’t obey, then I’ll be forced to leave you on edge and no slut wants that, do they?”
I shake my head. “No.”
His face darkens and then in the next second I’m crying out when he slaps my pussy. “No, what?” he sneers.
“No, Daddy,” I rush to say. He nods, then parts my folds with his fingers again and slowly lowers his head. I ache to feel his tongue press against my sensitive clit.
“Start explaining,” he orders, then swipes his tongue through my slit, making me scream out in bliss.
“Shit, I want to feel the three… fuck!” It’s so damn hard to form a coherent thought when he’s tongue fucking my pussy so damn good.
I just want to feel and not think, but I fear I will damn well die if he stops and I don’t get to come.
I tip my head back to see Nixon standing behind Asher and gripping the back of his chair in a bruising hold.
Asher looks murderous, but I see the need swirling in the depths of those stunning blue eyes.
Jesus, all three of them are fucking sexy.
I knew they had beautiful bodies and clearly worked out, but to have the faces to match those bodies is almost unheard of.
Nixon’s black hair is gelled back and his brown eyes burn with rage which only adds to his sex appeal.
Asher’s brown hair is a ragged mess atop his head, but his blue eyes are so expressive and lure you in.
Axel is Nixon’s twin, they are spitting images of each other.
I decide to live in the moment and let all my reservations go. If I’m going to die, I may as well go with a fucking clear conscience.
Forgive me, Father, it appears I will be repenting in person rather than at church!
“I want Nixon to cut me.” The man himself sucks in a ragged breath. “I want Asher to eat my ass. I want to feel his tongue push inside me while you spit on my face and make me taste it.”
“Motherfucker!” Asher roars and jumps out of his seat. I moan when Axel pushes two fingers inside me. “Yes, fuck, like that,” I pant.
Asher begins to pace the room, leaving Nixon standing there staring right at me. “Tell me what else?” he demands in a husky voice filled with a dark promise.
“I want to cut you and lick it while you fuck me. I want to taste your blood while you come inside me.” I lay flat against the table and cup my tits, pinching my nipples through my basque and moaning.
“I want to feel the three of you filling all my slutty holes and fucking me so damn hard… oh, fuck yes!” I cry out and arch my back off the table.
I feel the orgasm building and know it will render me speechless when it slams into me.
“Keep going,” Asher barks as he comes to a stop beside Nixon. I feel Axel smirk against my pussy and decide to keep playing his game and force these two to admit he was right about something.
“I want you three so deep inside me I’ll feel the ghost of you for days. I want to be fucked so hard I can’t walk. I want to be used and dominated.”
“You’re admitting you want to submit?” Nixon asks tauntingly.
My pride is screaming at me to say fuck off, but my body is wrung out and wound so tight with tension I can’t risk him not giving me what I want.
“Only in the bedroom,” I say in compromise.
Nixon shoots me a devilish smirk, then yanks his shirt over his head, exposing a delectable body.
Asher mimics his move and removes his shirt.
Axel continues to bring me to the edge of bliss.
I know he’s holding back and not allowing me to come until these two give in so it's in both our best interests to get them to admit he’s right!
“Please, Daddy, I need to feel your blade glide across my skin. I want to taste my blood on your tongue.” His eyes darken to the point they almost look black and I know he’s about to crumble.
“Tell me how you want us to fuck you,” Asher demands.
“I want you to fuck my ass while I ride Nixon but I want Axel to fuck you. I want the four of us to come in unison… oh fuck, please, right there,” I cry out.
“Shit, make her come,” Nixon hisses.
“Hmmmm,” Axel purrs against my pussy.
“Oh shit, yes. Finger my cunt while you suck my clit, Daddy,” I shout as I pinch my nipples harder.
I can tell Asher and Nixon are dying to touch me but they know in doing so means Axel will put an end to this.
And, if they were to ruin this release for me, I might be inclined to use their own dinner cutlery to kill them.
“Fuck it. You were right, baby. I’m sorry, we can keep her!” Asher yells. Axel doesn’t respond. I shoot Nixon a pleading look.
“Please, Daddy. I need to come so bad….” I whine.
He slams his eyes closed and bares his clenched teeth.
“Fine, she can stay. You were right,” Nixon grits out through clenched teeth.
Axel hooks his fingers inside me and sucks my clit harder, sending me hurtling over the fucking cliff so I can soar.
The orgasm is like a tidal wave. Screams tear out of me without restraint as shockwaves roll through my body unchecked.
The pleasure coursing through me is an addiction I fear I will never want to quit, but all good things must come to an end and whatever this thing is, it sure as hell has an expiration date.
Forgive me, Father, for wanting things I shouldn’t and for craving these three devils.