Chapter 9
NINE
Poppy
I’m tied to the bed at my wrists and ankles. I’m completely vulnerable, bound like this, it sends a thrill slithering through me, pussy entirely on display. Vance placed a chair at the end of the bed directly in view of my parted thighs, ordering Tristan to sit there.
I would never have guessed that Mr. Carter, Tristan my strong, successful domineering boss, had this submissive side to him. It’s sexy and raw, and I love it.
I squirm against the restraints, closing my eyes as another pulse of pleasure rocks through me like a tide coming into shore.
Vance has some sort of peg clipped to my clit that vibrates every few minutes, repeatedly bringing me close to orgasm.
Forcing Tristan to watch, but forbidding him from taking what he wants.
It’s a cruel, sick game that is indescribably sexy.
I roll my hips, wanting one of them to fill me.
“Look at her body move.” Vance murmurs, rubbing Tristan’s shoulders while swiping his tongue up his neck. “She’s a natural, Tristan. Made for our wickedness.”
“I want to fuck her,” Tristan strains, clenching the arms of the chair.
“I want that!” I cry out, lifting my hips, desperate for cock. I don’t even care which one.
Who the hell am I? A couple of days ago, I didn’t even know women could have multiple orgasms, and the only cock I’d had was Josh’s underwhelming one.
“You don’t deserve it,” Vance tells him, circling his arms around his waist and yanking down his shorts. Tristan lifts his hips to aid him, then Vance tosses them aside, leaving Tristan bare.
His thick length springs free, the vein down the shaft pulsing against his piercings. I didn’t know dicks came in such large sizes or that they could have jewelry in them. When I first saw Tristan’s, I wasn’t sure it would even fit inside me, but turns out if I’m wet enough, it will fit.
Josh always hated my wetness, but these two seem to love it. They actually seek it, demand it, and then they worship it.
All three of us moan as Vance fists Tristan’s cock. I didn’t realize how hot it could be to watch a man touch another man. It’s the hottest sight in the whole damn world when you’re a part of their pleasure.
“Look at her wet, swollen, slutty cunt, Tristan. How tight she is. Did she feel how you imagined?” he guides his closed fist up Tristan’s shaft.
“Better.” He blows out a strained breath, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He looks like a rabid, untamed beast—his chest lurching, eyes wild. He isn’t tied down, completely under Vance’s control. It’s fascinating.
“I want to fuck her precious little asshole, break her in until she’s all used up and will only ever come for us,” Vance tells him, searing me with an intense gaze.
“Yes.” Tristan’s fingers flex, yet his palms remain on the armrests, his cock twitches, weeping pre-cum over the sexy pink tip as Vance continues teasing him.
“I’ll fuck her tight ass while you take that delicious whore cunt. We’ll plug her up until she can’t take anymore, then we’ll both stuff her mouth and make her drink our cum until we fill her belly.”
Jesus Christ, I want that. I’ve never taken anyone in my ass, but I want to do everything with them.
“Yes, yes, please, please!” Tristan begs as an orgasm crashes over me, the peg picking up power and zapping vibrational pulses through my clit.
“Oh god, no more!” I plead. I can’t take much more of this, I’m dying.
Releasing Tristan’s cock Vance crawls across the bed, unclips the device, and I sag in relief. Before I can truly relax, his mouth closes over my used, sensitive nub, and I nearly buck him off the bed. “No more!”
“I think she’s been punished enough,” Vance mutters over his shoulder.
“No,” Tristan barks. “I want to fuck her.”
“No.” Vance denies him, a maddening glare flashes across Tristan’s gaze as Vance begins unbuckling my ankles. Once they're free, I stretch my feet and clench my pussy. It needs to be filled.
“I need to fuck her,” Tristan growls again, rocking his chair.
“No,” Vance repeats more firmly. “You’re being a brat, so now I’m going to fuck her in front of you.”
My heart flips, and my stomach fills with butterflies. “Yes, please. Fuck me, sir.” I add on the sir, having quickly learned what gets me pleasure.
“Such a good fucking girl.” Vance rubs my thighs as I flourish under his praise and affection.
He pushes my knees up, spreading me wide for him before he strokes his cock and lines it up with my entrance. “Watch my cock, take her pussy, Tristan. She’s greedy and begging for it.”
He fills me with one rough thrust, and I dilute, my limbs going loose. I’m bruised, my pussy so overused it throbs, but I’m not sure if it’s pain, pleasure, or both holding me hostage.
Wantonness overtakes me as he covers my body, caging me in and rocking into me. After several earth-shaking pumps, he straightens his powerful torso and spreads my thighs, pushing up my knees so they’re almost at my shoulders. Tristan’s animalistic growls hum around us.
My body is buzzing with oxytocin, every nerve ending in my body lit up, but this would be even better if my hands were free to roam over his body, scratch and claw at his back.
Just the thought of grabbing his hips and ass, of digging my nails into his flesh, amplifies the sensations surging through me.
He bucks his hips over and over until I see stars. “She’s so fucking tight, Tristan. She’s strangling my cock, she feels so fucking good.” Sweat coats Vance’s body, his muscles coiling with every thrust, his brow furrowed, teeth puncturing his bottom lip, ignoring Tristan’s pleas to join us.
“Tristan!” I cry out as Vance picks up his pace, wanting to give him a piece of me while Vance punishes him.
Vance’s hand wraps around my throat as he rumbles at my ear. “Naughty fucking girl.”
Both Vance and I gasp when Tristan’s body slams down onto Vance.
“Tristan.” Vance’s gravely tone is filled with warning, but then the air leaves his lungs, and his eyes roll back into his head.
“Fuckkkkk!” he bellows as Tristan thrusts into his ass, pushing Vance’s cock farther into me so we’re rocking in tandem.
Astonishment fills my mind, tears welling in my eyes as I bask in the moment. We are three puzzle pieces seamlessly fitting together perfectly. It’s as if the universe conspired to bring us together, each of us exactly where we are meant to be.
They fuck hard, bodies slapping until my pussy is beyond swollen, my limbs are limp, and my eyes close in exhaustion. Finally, Tristan drags Vance off me, slamming his head into the mattress at my feet before flexing his hips and plunging back into Vance’s ass.
With a sexy snarl, Tristan keeps him pinned by the back of the neck while he bucks, rough and feral, owning him.
Lowering his mouth, he bites and marks Vance’s shoulders while roaring his release into him.
When he stops shuddering, he wrenches himself off Vance to stand at the foot of the bed, panting, sweat beading his skin, blood smeared on his cock and pelvis from taking Vance so roughly.
They transfix me, I’ve pushed myself into a sitting position by the headboard, moth’s batting their wings in my stomach.
Growling, Vance tries to lift himself up but falters, dropping back down before attempting to get up a second time. This time he’s successful, turning his dark glare on Tristan who instantly wilts under his scrutiny.
“I’m sorry,” The words rush from Tristan’s lips as he holds his hands up showing Vance his surrender.
“You stay in here, and think about what you’ve done.
No touching anyone or yourself again until I tell you you can,” Vance scolds him, with bared teeth, holding his hand out for me, coaxing me from the bed.
“I’ll decide your punishment later.” He tsks in Tristan’s direction, narrowing his eyes as Tristan drops his head to stare at his feet before Vance leads me out of the room.
After guiding me down the hallway and past the kitchen to their living room, he hands me the remote. “Put something on for us, Angel. I’ll get a washcloth and food.”
Tapping the button on TV remote I don’t bother finding a channel as my mind whirls, eyes tracking down the hallway to where Tristan has remained.
Was this a normal thing between them? I stretch my neck, trying to listen for any sounds of them, but all I hear is Vance’s footfalls returning to me.
His features are set in a cool, calm expression, sweat still clings to his torso, glistening over his skin, his wearing his gray sweats, which hug around the groin area, making my mouth water.
Tapping my leg for me to open them. I’m still naked, so I worry my lip, not wanting to stain their couch.
“Be a good girl and open.” His words are a command, but his tone is softer than he usually uses when demanding I do something.
Parting my thighs for him, I warm all over when he cleans between my legs so delicately.
His tenderness is a complete contrast to how he fucks.
“Does that happen often?” I flit my eyes in the direction of the bedroom.
Inhaling a dramatic breath, he bundles the cloth in his hand then waltzes to the kitchen. “If he lets things get pent up or I tease him too much, he can lose control.” He returns and sits on the couch, dragging my body into his lap before dropping a bag of chips beside us.
“He had a rough childhood, and then he was taken advantage of by an evil woman, so it’s left him…” He looks out the window with a stoic expression, and my heart lurches.
“Broken,” I whisper. Visions of the scars that decorate his skin bleed into my mind. Recalling the ones on his back—long, like whip marks—has anger bubbling inside me.
Vance’s jaw pulses, his hand tightening on my thigh. “No, I don’t like to think of him as broken, just someone with needs that only some can handle. I can handle Tristan.” Trailing lazy strokes up my spine, he speaks with conviction. I feel a sense of relief, knowing that they have each other.
Regardless, a rock remains lodged in my throat, so I sigh. “How long will you make him stay in there?” My gaze drifts back to the hallway, wanting to check on him.
Following my line of sight, Vance sighs and strokes the pad of his finger over my cupid’s bow. “As long as he needs. If I don’t punish him, he’ll punish himself. Trust me, this is what’s best for him.”
I’ve only known Vance a couple of days, but oddly, I do trust him.
“He was like a wild animal.” I squirm, feeling the throb between my thighs as I remember how primal he was.
So feral, in an animalistic way. I hate that someone made him that way by treating him poorly, yet it turned me on.
He turns me on and makes me want to keep him safe, to love him like he deserves.
I shake that notion from my brain. It’s crazy to even think about love, I’m just in a haze of lust.
“He’s my devil, you’re my angel, and I’ll defile you both, staining those wings and fucking that halo with his horns until you start to question which one of you is which.”
He grunts, slapping my thigh. “Now rest and watch the movie.”
Yes, sir.