Chapter 15
Luke
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this desperate, this consumed by need.
The plug Eli had worked into me before breakfast was stretching me open, a constant reminder of what was coming.
I couldn’t focus on anything—not the conversation happening around me, not the coffee Mioko had offered me, not even the delicious breakfast Henry had made.
All I could think about was the fullness in my ass and the promise of more. Of Eli. Of finally being claimed in the way I’d fantasized about for years.
Every movement was torture—the plug shifting inside me, brushing against my prostate, sending jolts of pleasure so intense they bordered on pain.
Mioko had pulled on one of Eli’s old hoodies, but I was left nude, on display, and they sat on either side of me and played idly with my body as they ate, fondling my cock and balls to keep me hard.
It was exactly the kind of torture I’d secretly fantasized about for years.
“All right, time to tend to our pet,” Eli finally said, setting his coffee mug aside. He was still dressed, and the contrast made me feel even more exposed, more vulnerable, especially as he stood and walked to the bedroom, gesturing for us to follow.
He turned to Mioko first. “On your back, sweetheart,” he instructed, his tone softer but no less authoritative. “Let’s give our boy what he needs.”
Mioko complied immediately, shimmying out of the oversized hoodie and positioning herself on the freshly made bed.
Her dark hair spilled across the pillows, her skin golden in the afternoon light filtering through the curtains.
She spread her thighs, inviting me in, and the sight of her wet and ready for me made my cock throb painfully.
Eli pushed my head down between her legs. “Make sure she’s ready,” he murmured.
I swiped my tongue through her folds, moaning at the sweet taste of her. She was already wet, turned on by our play at breakfast, I supposed. Her fingers threaded through my hair, and she moaned, arching up to meet my mouth.
Eli’s hands gripped my hips, his fingers rough on my ass as he spread me and played with the plug, sliding it in and out of my hole, making sure I was well-lubed. I moaned, turning my head to look over my shoulder at him.
My cheeks went pink. “Could you, um… you know…”
Eli raised an eyebrow. “Fuck you? Not quite yet.”
“No. Well, I mean, yes, that too. But it felt so good yesterday, when you spanked me?”
Mioko grabbed my head and pulled it back to her pussy, and Eli let out a soft groan, his flat palm cupping my ass for a moment, then lifting.
“Oh fuck, he’s so good, Eli,” she whimpered, shuddering against my face.
Eli’s blow landed with a crack. My hips jerked, driving my tongue deeper into Mioko’s pussy as the sensation ricocheted through me, sharp and brilliant.
The plug shifted inside me, a heavy glass fullness that turned every swat into something obscene, pleasure and pain tangled so tightly I couldn’t separate them.
“God, fuck,” I moaned, muffled by Mioko’s thighs. She ground up against my face, her fingers locked in my hair, holding me right where she wanted me. The taste of her slick on my tongue, the way she trembled each time I sucked her clit—it was like mainlining pure need.
“Right there,” she whined. “Oh yes, Luke.”
Eli’s next spank came harder, bouncing the plug, making my cock leak helplessly against the sheets. I was desperate, ruined, lost to whatever they wanted to do to me.
“Keep going, pet,” Eli commanded, his voice a growl. “Make her scream for us.”
I dove back in, tongue lashing Mioko’s clit, her taste all I could breathe, all I could be.
My face was slick with her, every trembling gasp and shudder from her making my cock jerk.
Eli’s hand flattened on my ass, fingers digging in, spreading me wider for him.
The next spank rattled through my bones, the plug slamming against my prostate so hard I nearly came on the spot.
Fuck. I bit back a scream, my hips rocking helplessly, torn between rutting against the mattress for relief and shoving my tongue deeper inside Mioko.
The ache in my balls spiked, so fucking close, too close.
I wanted to last, to make this good for both of them, but Eli’s control of my body was total—each smack, each twist of glass inside me rewiring my entire nervous system.
Mioko bucked against my mouth, her thighs vise-tight around my ears and I loved it. My face was slick with her, the scent of her pussy inescapable, my tongue working desperate, greedy circles.
Eli’s hand landed again, a brutal slap that made the plug slam into my prostate hard enough to see stars. I choked out a moan, hips jerking, cock leaking so much it had to be staining the sheets.
I could barely breathe, my pulse thundering behind my eyes, every nerve ending tuned to the next smack, the next obscene grind of Mioko’s pussy against my mouth.
Her fingers dug into my hair, controlling the depth, using me exactly how she wanted, fucking herself on my tongue while Eli ruined my ass. I was gone. Just a toy for them to use.
Holy fuck, I was going to come. I wasn’t even inside her yet, and my balls ached, tight and high. I whimpered and pulled back. “Oh fuck. Stop. I need a minute.”
They both paused, letting me breathe, as I tried to stop myself from coming all over the sheets. There was a rustle of fabric, and I turned to see Eli stripping, revealing his swollen cock. He was so into fucking me, and I could see it in how hard he was.
“You ready?” he asked, giving himself a long, slow stroke.
I nodded, eager to see what was next.
“You’re going to fuck our girl so good. Show her what a perfect pet you are for me.” He helped me up, gripping my hips and coaxing me forward.
I nodded helplessly, my words caught somewhere in my throat.
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded. “Say it.”
“I want—I need to be inside her, if that’s okay,” I gasped, my voice ragged, as I met her eyes. She smiled and nodded, and I swallowed. “And I need you to fuck me. Please, Eli.”
His chuckle was dark, satisfied. “Good boy. So polite when you’re desperate.”
“He is, isn’t he? Come on, sweet boy. Fuck me,” Mioko reached up and wrapped her small hand around me, guiding me to her entrance as Eli coaxed me forward, and I almost came.
“Easy. Don’t come too fast,” Mioko murmured.
Eli was still gripping my hips tightly. “Make it good for her.”
I pressed forward, the head of my cock parting Mioko’s folds, and her heat enveloped me inch by inch.
She was impossibly tight, wet and ready, her body gripping mine like she never wanted to let go.
The sensation was overwhelming, being on edge, feeling the plug shift inside me with every movement.
The tight squeeze of her pussy around my cock was almost too much.
“Fuck,” I hissed, my arms trembling as I braced myself above her. “Mioko, you feel—”
“You feel so good,” she whispered, spreading her legs and rising to meet me, pushing me deeper.
Behind me, I felt Eli shift, his hands leaving my hips. I heard a bottle cap opening, and then the cool sensation of lube drizzling down my crack. I shuddered, instinctively pushing deeper into Mioko, who gasped and arched beneath me.
Eli’s fingers gripped the plug by its base, twisting it slightly, making me moan. “Ready?”
I wasn’t sure if I’d ever be ready, but I nodded anyway, beyond words. Slowly, torturously, he began to pull the plug out. The sensation was indescribable—the stretch, the emptiness that followed, the cool air on my exposed, sensitive hole.
Before I could adjust to the loss, Eli’s slick finger circled my entrance, teasing, probing gently.
“So eager,” he murmured, pushing one finger inside, making me gasp.
“Look how easily you open for me. Like your ass knows it belongs to me. You’re just our little fucktoy, aren’t you? A hole for me, a dildo for Mioko.”
Mioko laughed. “I like that.”
I whimpered, caught between the dual sensations of Mioko’s pussy clenching around my cock and Eli’s finger probing deeper into my ass. My body didn’t know which way to move—whether to thrust forward into Mioko’s welcoming heat or push back against Eli’s probing fingers.
“More,” I begged, not even sure what I was asking for. “Please, more.”
Eli added a second finger, stretching me, preparing me for what was to come. The burn was exquisite, a perfect counterpoint to the pleasure of being buried inside Mioko. I tried to thrust, to establish some rhythm, but Eli’s other hand gripped my hip, holding me still.
“Not yet,” he growled. “You move when I say you can move.”
“Eli, fuck. Stop toying with us, I need him to fuck me.” Beneath me, Mioko squirmed, her hips lifting, grinding against me despite Eli’s command for stillness.
The friction made me see stars, my cock twitching inside her as Eli’s fingers scissored, stretching me wider.
“Fuck, Luke,” Mioko gasped, sliding her hands up and cupping her breasts, offering them to me. She knew from yesterday how much I loved her tits.
I bent to take one dusky nipple into my mouth, sucking hard. She arched off the bed, a cry tearing from her throat. I laved her nipple with my tongue, moving to the other breast, desperate to taste all of her.
“This hole is mine.” Eli added a third finger, making me whimper around Mioko’s nipple. I lifted my head and looked at him.
“Please fuck me,” I begged, beyond shame, beyond pride. “I need your cock. Need you to fill me while I’m inside her. Please, Eli, I’ve waited so long—”
His fingers withdrew, leaving me empty, aching, desperate to be filled again. I heard the sound of a zipper, the rustle of clothing, and then felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, his voice tight with restraint. “My cock splitting you open while you fuck our beautiful girl? Both of us using you, filling you, making you ours?”
“Yes,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “God, yes. Please.”