Chapter 37
Thirty-Seven
A good little slut only comes when allowed.
So does that mean Jace is also a good little slut?
- Arienna
Fuck whoever invented the concept of time. Fuck the gods for making the sun. Fuck the inventor of the calender. The clock. The godsdamn hourglass. Fuck whoever decided the next day starts at midnight instead of at sunset.
Though thank you to whoever decided it shouldn’t start at sunrise. Because dear gods, I cannot make it that long.
All through dinner, I sat on his lap as he fed me each bite. He didn’t finger me. Didn’t caress me. But he didn’t need to. His mere presence has been driving me mad.
Then he took off his shirt when we returned to our game of throwing knives. Holding my gaze, he undid it one button at a time. I, of course, missed the board every single round after that. I couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the utter need vibrating in every part of me.
And all that time Jace and Deirdre were going at it like rabbits.
He took her from the back, the front, on the counter, on the floor, against the wall, in the air.
She sucked him off. He cut her and himself.
She licked up blood everywhere but those bright tattoos.
He never cut them either. Whatever significance they had, it was more than the demons driving him.
It was hot and dangerous and more than a little scary, and I’m glad Richard had said no when I’d asked him to do blood play with me when I hadn’t really known what it was.
But now Deirdre is gone, kicked out by my king. Jace’s demons have quieted. He’s cleaned himself up. And Richard is sitting on the sofa, his trousers undone, his legs spread, his cock glistening in his hand.
I lick my lips as he jerks himself off. “Please,” I beg as I stare at his piercing twinkling in the light. “I’ll be good. I promise I’ll remember to ask for food when I’m hungry. I won’t forget again. Just let me taste you. Please, my king.”
“The belt stays on for another two hours. Are you sure you can handle it?”
I nod feverishly.
“Are you lying?”
I shake my head, my eyes latched onto that piece of metal. On the way his hand is moving, taking the pleasure I want to give.
Holding a hand out to me, he crooks a finger. Opening my mouth, I lean forwards on a moan. He lets me control the first head bob, but then he’s fisting my hair, and his cock is slamming into me. I suck in rapid breaths when I can, but I can’t get enough air, and I’m starting to go dizzy.
Still, I beg him not to slow.
“Fuck, Jace. Look at her. She’s so fucking desperate.”
“She likes having her face fucked.”
Richard keeps his eyes on mine. “That’s because you’re a good fucking slut, aren’t you?”
Whimpering, I try to nod. I reach between his thighs to cup his balls. He grunts as he widens his stance. His fingers tighten, pulling on my scalp. His hips buck faster. Panting hard, he pushes in deep. My nose against his flesh, he holds himself there.
His stomach spasms as hot bursts of cum fill my mouth. I struggle to swallow it all, but there’s simply too much. As it drips down my chin, I start to wipe it up, but then I stop.
My needy eyes flick to Jace, recalling how he cleaned me last time.
I look back at my king, a silent plea. His eyes hot, he pulls me to my feet, then spins me around to face his friend.
My bra back around his cock, Jace groans as he takes me all in. Richard shoves me hard enough I stumble into him. He catches me with just the tips of his fingers on my hips, not holding me like he did Deirdre. Just the bare minimum, respecting his friend’s claim.
My hands on his chest, I itch to trail them down his stomach. I want to stroke his cock, want to drop to my knees and please him like I did Richard. But instead I stay still, refusing to break our monogamy.
“Spit it out,” Jace says, reminding me he doesn’t kiss.
I open my mouth and let it dribble all down my chin.
He ducks his head, and his tongue strokes my skin.
My fingers dig into his chest. I lean my head back on a moan, giving him more access.
Some of the cum hits my chest. As his head dips lower, Richard rises off the sofa and presses up against my back.
Sandwiched between their two strong, hard bodies, I cry out on a whimper. Richard’s cock presses into me. Jace keeps his hips away.
“There’s a drop on her breast,” he says harshly. “Can I clean it?”
There’s a moment of hesitation.
“Colour?” I ask as I turn to face my king.
He pecks me on the lips. “Yellow,” he murmurs, then louder, with more authority: “Yes,” he tells his friend.
I jerk backwards on a cry as Jace’s tongue runs up my breast. I thread my fingers through his hair as I lean my head back on my king’s chest. “Please,” I beg as I stare up at him. “I’ll be good. Please just let me come.”
“Please just let me come, my king.”
My eyes widen as just that growl nearly tips me over the edge.
I never thought a simple sentence could make me orgasm, but I’ve been on edge way too long.
I squeeze my thighs tight as I tremble between the two men.
Breathing heavily, I fight off my release as Jace licks his way up my neck to collect the last of Richard’s cum.
“Please… just let me…” I moan. “Come, my king.”
“Do you want Jace’s mouth back on your tits when you do?” he asks, and I shudder so badly, he has to hold me up. Straining my head around, I kiss him hard. His tongue strokes inside me. Jace is no longer touching me, but his body is so close.
“Please.”
“Will you accept a different punishment in exchange for ending this one early?”
I start to nod, then hesitate. “What punishment?”
He smiles. “Seven orgasms.”
My mouth dries. One is going to kill me. How the fuck am I going to stand seven?
“And if you pass out, I want permission to wake you in any way we’ve done before.”
I swallow, my pussy dripping wet.
“Think about it.” He starts to step back, but I grab his hips and anchor him to me.
“Yes!” I nearly shout. “I need this belt off. I need you inside me. I need to come before I die. Please.”
“Keep your mouth above her waist, Jace,” he says roughly as he unties the belt. I melt against his chest, then nearly fall over as he steps back and pulls me with him. The belt slips down my legs to the ground. Jace stays where he is, his eyes dark with arousal.
With one hand on my back, Richard forces me to bend over. My tits hang down, my nipples hard and erect. As he rubs his cock between my pussy lips, I clench my teeth as my legs tremble.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he rasps. “That’s my good little slut.”
“Please,” I beg. “Enough with the fucking foreplay.”
Laughing, he slams into me.
I cry out, my body flushing hot. Jace’s lips latch onto my breast, his tongue flicking across my bud, and I’m not able to even last a full pump. A hand slaps my ass, then feathers over my hip to rub my clit.
I buck between the two of them, holding Jace to me with my hand in his hair, my other reaching back to grab my king’s.
Our fingers grip each other almost as hard as he pounds into me.
My legs are spasming. My entire being is shaking.
I’m coming so hard, I can’t hold myself up.
The floor is soaked. Our hips are slapping, slurping wet.
Sagging against Jace’s mouth, I pant heavily, twitching and crying as the tremors leave me exhausted. His hands on my hips, he helps hold me up as he licks his way over to my other breast. All too soon, I’m coming again. It’s too much. Too intense.
I close my eyes and see heaven. Feel it in every part of my being.
Richard’s fingers press on my clit as his cock fills me.
Then he’s pulling out and dragging me around to the back of the sofa.
He leans me over it and squats down behind me.
As his fingers enter my pussy, he eats my ass.
I cry out as another orgasm builds on top of the other.
I try to squeeze my thighs shut, but he nudges them back open.
Jace leans forwards, his hands on the sofa, and sucks on my titties.
I can’t see. Can’t think. Can’t do anything other than exist in this helish heaven that is tearing apart every atom of my soul.
My weight fully on the sofa, I close my eyes, but sleep won’t take me. I’m too buzzed. Too drunk on these feelings of intense ecstasy.
He forces another orgasm from me. As I’m spasming on the back of the sofa, Jace jerks himself off.
His tongue slides up to my neck, then back down again.
My king pulls me away from him. I nearly fall over, unable to hold myself up.
As he scoops me into his arms, my head cradled against his chest, I sigh dreamily.
But if I thought he’d let me sleep, I’m sorely mistaken.
Walking over to the sofa, he sits down with me on his lap. My back is to him. His cock is in me, and as Jace stands in front of us, he strokes himself to completion. He comes in my dirty bra.
I’m too exhausted to come again.
But my body is a traitor, and my king knows it all too well.
As the fifth orgasm rolls through me, I start to regret begging him to take off the belt.
I can’t handle another two more. I feel as if my entire body is falling away, my soul now untethered to float up to the ceiling. The stars. The heavens above.
No mortal was built to endure this much pleasure.
“I can’t,” I rasp as Richard continues to stroke himself inside me.
“You can,” he murmurs. “Show me how good of a girl you are. Just two more, my queen. You can take it.”
I tremble as he fucks me.
“You’re doing so well.” His praise does things to my brain that should be illegal. “You took your punishment like a good little slut. So perfect. So good to me. How many times did you let me come on your beautiful body?”
I can’t answer. Can’t think enough to count.
“Did you like Jace and Deirdre seeing how many times I marked your body as mine?”
I nod – or rather, my head lolls uncontrollably, even my neck muscles are bloody done at this point. But it’s still a yes.