64. Tess #2
Shrugging, I felt my throat tighten. “After you guys escaped, we all thought you must have died. No one ever found you. I got it to remember you.”
The moment was far too sweet, especially considering we were all a few clothes too close to naked.
Blade, realizing we all needed an excuse to lighten the mood, smirked. “How did we not see that when you danced for us?”
“I didn't dance for you. I was at work, where I cover up my tattoos. We make less in tips if they’re showing.” I watched her hungry face.
Slipping closer, Blade clicked her tongue. “Anything else you’re hiding?” Her hand drifted down to my waistband, sliding under the fabric and tickling my sensitive skin.
A whimper escaped my lips, enough to activate whatever Nash was keeping at bay. “I think we should check.”
“There’s nothing there!” I squealed as Nash grabbed my ankles and forcefully pulled me closer. My back fell into the mattress. Thrashing was useless under Nash’s stern grip.
“Better to know for sure.” Blade laughed as she grabbed the cotton sweats and pulled them down. In a swift motion, she undid the knots and wraps of rope around her palm and tossed the cable to the head of the bed.
“Assholes!” I tried to sound serious through my laughter as I felt the cool air of Blade’s room hit my legs.
Blade’s fingers traced down from my hips to my thighs before traveling back up the inside of my leg toward my pussy. It was already throbbing, betraying any hope I had at pretending I didn’t love the way these two grabbed me.
From the end of the bed, Nash watched with her jaw tensed.
“Can I…” The question almost slipped from my lips before I could stop myself.
“What is it, Trinket?” Blade hissed as her fingers teased my hard clit.
“Is it okay for me to have both of you?” Biting my lip, I felt my hips bucking against Blade’s hands.
A roar of laughter came from Blade and Nash. It was Nash whose deep, gravelly voice filled the air. “We love to play at the same time, Sweet Lamb.”
Before I could investigate it further, Blade’s fingers were slipping inside my soaked pussy.
“Oh, fuck.” I groaned.
“She’s so eager, Nash.” Blade thrusted her fingers in and out of me a few times before pulling them out and spreading them apart for Nash to see.
Lifting my gaze, I watched as strands of my pleasure webbed her fingers.
As much as I enjoyed seeing it, I felt an ache between my legs. I needed more.
Nash wanted her turn now, placing her knee on my thrashing legs and pressing two fingers deep inside me. “Goddamn, Tess.” Her head dropped as she felt my slickness.
Reaching between her legs, Blade pulled the long strap from her boxers. “I won’t leave you begging for my dick this time, Trinket.”
It was big, long and with a few finger girth. There were men who would’ve prayed for a cock so beautiful.
Blade used her pleasure-soaked hand to stroke the strap, wetting it. Catching my eyes on her as I enjoyed Nash’s fingers, Blade smirked. “You like watching me stroke it?”
I nodded.
“Say it.” Nash hissed, her head lowering to my head.
“I like watching Blade.”
“Do what?” Nash’s voice was becoming pure command.
“I like watching Blade stroke her dick.”
“Very good, Sweet Lamb.”
From her nightstand, Blade grabbed a long, silver vibrator and placed it in her boxers. A part of me wished she had grabbed the ropes, desperate to see what they were used for. She groaned as a low rumble began.
The sound of her brought back memories — of our first Fright Night, of that night after her shower. And another gasp ripped from my chest as Nash explored the depths of my center.
She caught my gaze on the cables. “Oh, Trinket wants new toys. We’ll save that for Fright Night. You can’t handle it, not yet.”
Nash pulled her fingers from inside me, letting her hand go to Blade’s strap and rubbing my excitement on her shaft. With each stroke, Blade moaned deeper as the base of her dildo pressed into her clit.
Bringing her fingers to my face, Nash’s gray eyes stared deep into mine. “Have a taste of yourself, Sweet Lamb.”
All I could do was open my mouth.
I didn’t know why I was so eager to follow their commands. Something about this room — the looming threat of the chains and ropes on the walls — and their undeniable authority was pushing me into their whims.
Nash slid her soaked fingers between my lips, letting my pleasure soak my tongue.
Once she crawled up next to my face, watching as my mouth wrapped around her fingers and pulled them to the back of my throat, Blade slipped between my thighs. Gripping my legs, she spread them for her hips. Her muscles strained, the abstract tattoos rippling along the contours of her body.
With her free hand, Nash reached between my folds and spread my lips for Blade’s cock.
In one assured thrust, Blade’s strap slipped inside me.
I moaned on Nash’s fingers, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I took Blade’s strap.
Nash’s gray eyes peered down at me, watching me closely as my hips bucked against Blade.
“She takes it so well.” Nash tensed her jaw before pulling her fingers from my mouth. The tip of her thumb dragged along my lips.
Dropping her sweatpants, Nash stood bare in front of me — barring the black sports bra over her chest.
Blade gripped my hips and, without pulling her strap from my center, turned my body to allow my head to dangle over the edge of the bed.
Just inches from Nash’s folds, Blade smirked. “Have a taste of her.”
Nash stepped forward, watching my eager face as she positioned her pussy over my face.
Sure, I’d hooked up with women before. But not enough to trust my talents. I couldn’t even remember if I’d ever eaten pussy before.
But I wanted to, wanted to taste her sweet pleasure on my tongue. Nash was holding back from me, waiting for her moment to take me. And this would be the closest she’d let me get for now.
I lifted my tongue to her folds, letting my tongue explore her lips.
A deep growl came from her chest as her head rolled back. “Fuck, baby.”
Slipping between her center, I searched for her clit. When I found it, the hard bead on the tip of my tongue, a moan escaped my lips and into her folds.
Between my legs, Blade fucked me harder. With each press inside, she grew more fevered — just like the night of our first Fright Night.
Even in my terror, I’d loved how desperate she was for me. She would have hunted me for days, weeks if it had been allowed, for just the hope of getting to fuck me.
Blade leaned over, letting her arms pin my body between them.
As I buried my face in Nash’s pussy, licking up her slick pleasure, I felt Blade’s thrusts pounding into my hips and ass. I let my hand reach for her biceps, grabbing the strong muscle and holding myself in place.
They were hard and bulging under her own weight, tensed from holding herself up.
“Fuck.” I whimpered into Nash’s folds as I let my tongue lower to her center. There, a pool of sweet excitement waited to be taken into my mouth. I lapped at it like I’d come out of a desert, desperate for just a taste.
Nash’s hand reached down and grabbed my tit through my bralette. Her grip firm, it was clear that she was just as needy for more as I was.
Her eyes were glued to Blade’s cock thrusting inside me, licking her lips as she took it all in.
Blade’s groans grew fevered as she commanded me, “grab my nipples.”
All I could do was nod, moving my hand from her stiff bicep to the hard peaks of her tits. I felt the cool metal of her piercings under my fingers, teasing them with my fingers as I took her deeper inside me.
Blade’s moans turned to growls, “Perfect fucking Trinket.” Moving one of her hands from the mattress to my hips, Blade gripped my flesh and pulled me further onto her strap.
Her jaw dropped as her body began to tremble, keeping her pace as she came.
I tried to keep my pressure on Nash’s clit, wanting her to come in my mouth as she rode my face. But the pleasure of Blade’s cock overwhelmed me, making my body seize up as I reached my climax.
Blade kept her pace, her moans growing pained as her vibrator continued against her sensitive, overstimulated clit while she insisted on continuing until I finished.
My body shuddered under her, every muscle in my being tensing as my orgasm rolled through me. And Blade was right behind me, letting another orgasm flow through her as she sent me over my edge.
Towering over me, Nash let out one deep groan. “Good girl. Let us see you come.”
I felt veins popping in my neck as I released a deep scream into Nash’s folds.
Only when my hips slowed against her cock did Blade slow down.
Nash stepped back first, but I tried to grab her, my hand desperately trying to bring her back to my face. She hadn’t released, not yet.
The pulsing between my legs made my voice needy. “Please, Nash. I need you to come on my tongue.” A final gasp escaped my lungs as Blade pulled out from my pussy, letting the tip of the strap rub against my clit as she moved back.
But Nash knelt down, her face level with mine as she used the ink-blackened tip of her finger to wipe her pleasure from my mouth before planting a sloppy kiss on my lips. “Don’t worry, Sweet Lamb. You will.”
She gripped my chin with surprising force before whispering in a low grumble. “I’ll fuck you when I hunt you. Then I’ll show you what tricks I have in store.”