Chapter 37
Use Tax
Finn
I’m brewing coffee as Wyatt’s door opens. When I turn, Wyatt is guiding a naked Sara to the breakfast table by her elbow. Her hands are bound in front of her. Her ankles are cuffed to a small spreader bar. A chain dangles between the clamps fastened to her nipples.
It’s like an early Christmas present. All I need is a bow that I could tear off with my teeth.
“What do we have here?” I lift an eyebrow at Wyatt because if he expects me to sit idly by while he punishes a naked Sara like this, he doesn’t know me very well.
“Sara’s being punished. During breakfast, she’s available for free use.” Wyatt smirks as I start their way. “The plug stays in her ass. You don’t have to make her come.”
Him and his fucking rules. I undo my zipper and pull out my hard cock. Sara’s eyes widen as I close in on her.
“Morning, flower.” I grab the back of her neck and capture her lips. She moans low in her throat as she presses against me. I tug on the chain between her breasts and she gasps into my mouth. “You should misbehave more often.”
I bend her over the table and nudge my cock against her wet entrance. Her cheek rests against the table. Her hands cradled between her breasts. The bar holds her legs spread. She arches her back for me.
She’s already dripping wet for us. Fuck. I’m going to get Sara into more trouble if this is the punishment.
Need fills me like a fucking drug. I slide inside her warm heat as Wyatt works on making her omelet.
She lets out a little sigh. She’s tighter with the plug in her ass.
I release my breath like I’m finally where I belong.
Her cunt pulses around me. A few flicks of my fingers on her clit and I could have her coming all over my cock.
“Do you want to come, flower? Or should I just come and get it over with?”
“Finn,” she whimpers and I feel the vibration kick on in her ass. Sara moans loud and low. The toy vibrates against my cock through the thin wall separating me from it. Fuck, I might not be able to hold back.
I glance at Wyatt by the stove. He smirks and kicks the vibration higher.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Sara cries out. Her pussy clenches around me as she comes. I haven’t really fucked her yet. It would just take a few strokes and I could flood her insides.
Wyatt turns off the vibration and sets the remote to the side as he works on her food.
“Did that feel good, flower?”
She still trembles around me. The chain at her ankles rattles as she moves her feet. “Yes.”
My gaze goes to her pussy stretched around my cock filling her. I draw out and her wetness coats my cock.
“So fucking wet.” My cock disappears inside her warmth. It’s mesmerizing to watch as I slowly fuck her, taking my time. Because I just want to keep my cock buried inside her for as long as possible.
She makes little mewling noises as my thrusts press against the plug wedged in her ass. Wyatt hands me a cup of coffee and sets one next to Sara’s place setting.
“Her eggs will get cold.” Wyatt nods to the plate.
“We can’t have that.” I lift her against me, still buried deep inside her pussy. I slide over to her chair and lower into it, bringing her down onto my lap. Her pussy tightens around me. Fuck, I’m gritting my teeth because I just want to come.
“I’m not going to want to eat breakfast any other way, flower.” When I tug on the chain between her breasts, she whimpers. I cup her breast to hold her against me.
“Eat, trouble,” Wyatt says.
She glances at her fork and then reaches for it with her bound hands, almost knocking over her coffee.
I snatch her fork. “I’ve got you.”
Pressing her back against my front, I slide my other hand between her spread legs and tease her clit while I cut her eggs. She rests her head on my shoulder.
“Open wide.” I chuckle in her ear as I bring the eggs to her mouth.
Her gaze flicks to Wyatt, but he’s just watching, eating his omelet and drinking his coffee like this is no different than any other day at the breakfast table.
With a frustrated breath, she opens her mouth. I slide the fork and eggs in and she closes her mouth for me to slide it out. She chews and moans lightly as I continue to work her clit with my hard cock buried inside her pussy.
As she swallows, her orgasm hits her. She cries out and wetness coats my cock and pants.
“Fuck, I love when you do that, flower.” I don’t stop teasing her clit as I offer her the next bite.
“Finn,” she pants, wiggling to escape the sensation bearing down on her.
“Open, trouble. Eat your egg like a good girl.”
Her gaze locks on Wyatt’s and she belligerently opens her mouth. I put the fork and egg in and when she closes her mouth, she clenches on my cock as she comes again.
When I offer the next mouthful, she whimpers, “Coffee, please?”
I place the cup in her bound hands and she lifts it to her mouth. I move my hand to gently massage her thigh, giving her a break. My cock pulses, needing release. But I also don’t want this to end. Her slick heat surrounds my cock, keeping me warm and snug inside her.
I need to fuck her, but I also don’t want to lose this connection. Maybe I could get work done like this.
“Finish your eggs, flower, so I can fuck you.” I hold up a bite.
She sets her cup down and leans back on my shoulder. “I don’t have leverage or I’d help you out.”
When she says shit like that, it makes me want to fuck her harder. She leans in and takes the bite from the fork. I offer another, making her lean farther to get it.
“That’s it, flower. Eat your breakfast. Why were you clothed yesterday?”
She chuckles after she swallows. “Because I also need to be ready for work.”
When she takes the last bite, I kick the chair back and push her front down on the table, standing behind her.
“You good?”
She swallows and nods. “All good.”
My balls are tight and ready to explode as I fuck in and out of her quickly. No more playing around this time. When I tug on the plug and twist it inside her ass, she moans. Wyatt watches over the rim of his coffee cup.
I reach between her legs and circle her swollen clit, leaning over her as my hips pummel hers. “Let’s show Wyatt how much better punishment is when you come.”
I pinch her clit and thrust in deep as she screams her release, milking my cock as I come deep inside her. When I smooth my hand down her back, she trembles beneath my touch.
“See, she can be a good girl.” I smirk at Wyatt as I draw out, then head into my bedroom to change.
Today’s going to be a great day.
Sara
Fuck me.
I’m still on the table, panting after that epic orgasm. My pussy still pulses, empty now. I don’t bother getting up.
Wyatt chuckles. “How are the nipples, trouble?”
“They throb a little, sir, but not bad.”
The door opens and I turn my head to see Dante walk in. His eyes widen as he takes in the tableau of Wyatt sipping coffee, dressed for work, and me lying on the table with my ass up in the air and legs spread, completely naked.
“I found Drew downstairs.” Dante ushers Drew inside and closes the door.
Drew smirks. “Good morning, princess. Playing the slut this morning?”
I snort. “Punishment. Free use.”
“She’ll need to get dressed soon.” Wyatt picks up his phone. “But there’s still time.”
Dante smacks my ass as he passes me. “I got mine earlier. I need a shower before work.”
Drew’s zipper is the only warning I have before he sinks his thick cock deep inside me. “Fuck, I missed you, princess, and this tight pussy of yours.”
Wyatt reaches across the table to tug on my nipple clamps.
“Oh” bursts out of me at the shot of pleasure slicing through me.
Drew fucks in and out of me quickly. He spreads my ass cheeks wide. I can just imagine him watching his cock shuttle in and out of my pussy. He tugs on the plug at the same time Wyatt tugs on the clamps.
I cry out at the pleasure, but it’s not enough to tip me over the edge. Close, but not quite enough.
“I hope you don’t mind a viewing party tonight, princess.” Drew slides his fingers over my clit and I moan. “It’s been a long week and I definitely need to watch you get fucked. Maybe you could take all three of them at once again. Thrusting deep into your tight little holes until you explode.”
My orgasm overwhelms me and Wyatt yanks the clamps free, sending me spiraling higher. My breath catches as Drew’s warm cum fills my pulsing pussy.
“Better than I remember.” Drew caresses my hip.
I suck in a breath, coming down to earth.
“Time to get cleaned up, trouble.”
Fuck, I don’t have any energy left. Wyatt lifts me and carries me into his bedroom. He sets me on my feet in his bathroom.
“Such a dirty girl.” He shakes his head but doesn’t hide his smile. At the sink, he runs hot water over a washcloth. When he turns to me, he slides the cloth between my spread legs, thoroughly wiping me.
His mouth covers my nipple and he sucks gently.
“Ah, Wyatt.” My nipple is sore and I can’t get away from him.
He smirks as he lifts his head before lowering it to my other nipple. There’s this pulse of pleasure under the pain that I can’t ignore. When he straightens, he puts the washcloth on the counter.
“On your knees, like a good girl.” He opens his pants and frees his cock, stroking his hardness.
I wet my lips and drop to my knees, eager before him. Opening my mouth. My legs are spread, my arms are bound. I want nothing more than Wyatt’s cock inside my mouth.
He cradles the back of my neck. “Don’t want to ruin your pretty hair.”
My gaze flicks to his. “Ruin it. I’ll pull it into a bun. Use me, sir.”
He growls at the sir before he thrusts deep into my throat. My pussy and ass clench, reminding me that he still has the plug inside me.
When he pulls his hips back, he grabs my hair, yanking on it. I wince but meet his heated gaze. He gets the remote out of his pocket.
“Count how many times you come before I do, trouble.” His dark eyes hold mine as he flicks the vibration up to high.