Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
CUTTER
I sweep my arm across the table, letting the supper dishes crash to the floor. When I turn back toward my two lovers, I grin salaciously.
"Bring her here, baby boy," I order him, pointing to the spot I cleared. "It's time for dessert."
Dash pulls his hand out of our Kitten's leggings and chuckles. "Oh? What is this?" he asks, holding his hand in the air.
His fingers are red, covered in what looks to be blood. I move closer, snatching his hand up and bringing it to my lips. I wrap them around the two digits and suck them into my mouth.
A groan rumbles in my chest, tasting a hint of metallic from Kitten's menses. Once I've cleaned his fingers, I pop them from my mouth. "Get her to the table and strip her… now."
I leave Dash to carry out my order as I go to collect some items I want to use on our little pain slut. I bought a few things at the adult store today that I think our girl will enjoy.
The black polished chest sits in the corner of my room. One would think that keepsakes fill it, but that's not the case. I open the lid and look down into the array of vibrators and dildos. All different shapes and sizes fill the toy chest.
I reach in and pull out one of the two brand new monster cocks I purchased this afternoon. This one has two tentacles, one for each hole, or both for one, whichever you prefer. They have suction cups that I think our Kitten will find heavenly.
My dick hardens at just the thought of using it on her. I have to adjust myself before moving to the closet and retrieving the cuffs for her arms.
Before joining them, I go to the kitchen and grab two more items: olive oil and a straw. Grinning at the latter, I head back to my fuck pieces.
I walk in on a scene that finally has my pussy puncher standing at full staff. My best friend is between Kitten's legs. His hands have her knees pinned open to the table while his face is jammed into her cooter hooter.
He hears me approach and lifts his head, a huge red-winged grin spreads across his face. I grab his throat, pulling him to me, and lick the remnants from around his mouth.
"Oh god…" Kitten covers her face in embarrassment.
I let go of Dash and move to Kitten. It takes nothing to remove her hands from her face, and she doesn't fight me when I devour her mouth. I let her taste herself on me before I tear myself away. Blood smears coat her chin, and I smile.
"Red looks good on you, Kitten." I wink before turning back to Dash.
I set the items down on the table and watch his eyes widen in excitement. He starts to reach for the dildo, but I slap his hand like a child reaching into a cookie jar without permission.
"Bad boy," I say firmly. "I did not say you could touch it yet."
"Sorry, Daddy," he murmurs, a pathetically sad look crossing his features.
I pick up the straw and hand it to him. "Clean our Kitten out. Make sure to remove the obstructions."
He gives me a boyish grin. "Yes, Daddy. It'll be my pleasure."
Dash takes the straw and inserts one end into his blood bag.
I don't mind fucking or eating a pussy out when it's that time of the month, but my baby boy is an absolute bloodhound when it comes to period blood.
He drinks that shit like it's a strawberry milkshake, and it looks like one, too, once you add the jizzy juice to it.
I watch my best friend slurp at the straw. When he pulls it out with one of the clotty obstructions stuck to the other end, I have to turn away. I'm not one for watching him consume the coagulated blood.
Instead, I begin lubing up the monster dildo using the olive oil. I could have used regular lube, but this is so much messier. The messier, the better.
I'm stroking the toy in front of Stefani, making sure she can see it well. The length, the girth, and the suction cups lining one side of each tentacle.
"Are you ready to take this bad boy, Kitten?" I smack her on the clit with it.
"Oh my… I-I don't know," she stammers. "I've never taken one of those things."
"I didn't think so," I say. "Which is why I thought it'd be perfect for tonight's playtime. You're going to take the smaller of the two. Would you like to know why?"
"Why, Daddy?"
"Because," I say, slipping two fingers into her red cunt, alongside the straw, and start finger-banging the bloody thing. "It's going up your ass," I tell her, grinning. "Do you want to know where the other one is going?"
"Yes, Daddy… tell me," she pants as I fuck her harder.
"The other one is going in your Bruder's ass. It's going to fuck both my baby boy's and my kitten's asses. All while your big Bruder parks his beef bus in Tuna Town."
"What about you, Daddy?" Dash asks. He pops another clot into his mouth and sucks off the tips of his fingers one by one. "Mm… finger lickin' good," he groans more to himself.
"Oh, don't worry about me, baby boy. Our pretty little kitten will be slobbing on my knob as I face fuck her," I reassure him.
"Fuck, Daddy…" Dash pretends to roll his eyes to the back of his head. "That sounds so hot."
"Well, as soon as you have her all cleared out, we can get started." I tweak her nipple, twisting it until her face screws up, and she cries in pain. I grin and ask, "What do you say?"
"Thank you, Daddy," she moans. "More please…"
I jeer, taking her other nipple and repeating what I did to the first. "Such a good pain slut."
"I think I got them all," Dash hums, tossing the straw aside. "Let's get this party started. We have a date with Daddio tomorrow and can't keep our kitten up all night."
"You're right," I say, picking up the arm cuffs and holding them out for Dash to take. "Tonight, we'll fill all her holes… giving her the fuck of her life."