Chapter 15
I’m floating.
This must be the trance state I read about. I feel suspended in Luca’s touch. Black silk covers my eyes while I crave his every subtle touch as he releases my nipples from their clamps, and I whimper at the painful rush of blood to them.
“No more pain, my belle,” he eases. “The rest is for your pleasure. You’ll come when you want to.”
Carefully, he frees me from the tower. My wrists and neck are tender from the restraints. When he releases my ankles last, he silently guides me to step off of the metal base, and my knees buckle beneath me, so he gently grabs my waist, and it feels right every rare time Luca holds me.
Leading me a few steps, he makes me halt before his hands start tugging at my dress. I sway while he silently unzips it, wedging it down over my hips until it falls to my feet. The fine fabric smears the cum Luca painted across my mound. It’s sticky down my thighs, too, and I relish how he doesn’t wipe me clean. He leaves me dirty, covered in his desire.
Fingers caress my ankles, and gently, he helps me step out of my dress and heels.
I stand naked, except for his plug thrilling my ass, while I sense air cooling my sweating flesh and the rug, soft and plush, beneath my bare feet.
“I’m going to prepare your body for our guests before I let them in.”
Those taboo words entice in Luca’s accent, and my tortured pussy, which went numb after my last orgasm, starts to rouse again.
I didn’t know that being forced to have multiple orgasms can be an assault of pain and pleasure, and I want more. But his promise of only pleasure seduces me, too.
Carefully, he leads me. All I can focus on is his hand caressing my waist, my steps blindly following until my knees brush against the soft, padded leather platform.
“Lie down,” he commands, guiding me. “On your back,” he insists. “I’m going to use a thigh sling on you. It wraps around your thighs and loops behind your neck. It has wrist restraints, too. It comfortably holds your body helpless with your pussy open for all to see.”
Oh my god, what saint did I fuck to deserve this blessing?
I know.
Saint Luca the Pussy Patron.
My sister was right. I have died and gone to slut heaven.
I hear his steps across the room while I lie on supple leather. I saw the cabinet he filled with toys, and I hope they’re all for me, for Zar, too. I don’t mind sharing Luca with him.
It’s like Zar and I want Luca in ways Luca’s unwilling to allow. So Zar and I bond in our starvation. We don’t compete. We’ll submit and get what we can from Luca.
I don’t know how the three of us will be, but we’ll work. Our bond feels so natural.
“Come here, Belle.” Thick hands lift my right leg, and for a man so tough, his skin is soft, brushing against mine while he wraps a strap around my upper thigh. It feels padded and soft while I hear a metal buckle securing it.
“Sit up,” he urges, and I obey, feeling something even softer wrap behind my neck, like a padded pillow. Then he binds my wrists in padded cuffs to the sides of the strap, tucking my elbows in before he takes my left thigh and hoists it, binding it in the padded strap, too.
It leaves me suspended with my thighs spread open, my knees bent, and my pussy fully exposed to the thrilling rush of air. But I can’t balance on my ass for long without my hands. I’m like a Weeble Wobble fuck toy, and I don’t hate it.
I fall over on the platform, giggling.
“What’s so funny?” He sounds amused, too.
“I can’t sit up.” More laughter hits me, and I need this, too. It’s so dark and passionate with Luca and kinky, too, but we’ve also shared funny moments. “I’m gonna keep falling over. My pussy will be like a moving target.”
He laughs, and I wish I could see him. He’s beautiful when he rarely laughs.
“I’m going to sit behind you while the others are here,” he says. “I’ll hold you open.”
He’ll what? He’ll hold me? While others do what to me? I don’t care. I’m still stuck on the first part.
I lie on my side, hearing the sound of rustling clothes like Luca’s stripping.
HIF #12: If your naked body is going to be devoured on the platter of the hottest man you know, you should be able to see it.
I’m leaving a one-star review of his sex suite.
But it’s sweet. It’s tender as the cushion sinks behind me, and I feel Luca gently pull me between his strapping thighs and into his naked lap, aiming our bodies toward the foyer where guests will enter.
His warm body envelops me. My head rests comfortably between his beefy pecs. His cock presses into my lower back. So much of my flesh, more than he’s allowed in almost a year, touches his and…
“Red,” I rush. “Red, Luca.”
“What’s wrong?” He makes it worse, gently sweeping my hair off my shoulder.
“You’re making this all sweet and hot and humiliating and hilarious at the same time. My emotions can’t take it. I can smell your cologne and feel your heartbeat near mine. Your body is so fucking hot and hard, but I can’t see it. And your huge dick that never sleeps is waking up against my back. Pick a lane for your torture and stay in it.”
“So,” he sounds too entertained, “me holding you is torture?”
“Yes…I mean…no. I mean, I’m fucking naked and blindfolded in a thigh sling, and this is supposed to be kinky, but you’re making it sweet, too. You’re a sexy asshole because I like you holding me so much that I don’t care if a priest, a rabbi, and the entire U.S. Army enter the room. And…”
And I’m fucked.
HIF #13: Something this slutty feels sweet with him. Only Luca can make extreme raunch feel romantic.
His chuckle is deep before he confesses, “I like it, too, Belle.” His voice gets soft, not sadistic. It lulls over my shoulder. “Your skin is soft against mine. Your hair and your perfume intoxicate me. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, especially in a thigh sling, and you’re perfect for me; you fit with me. That’s what I feel, holding you like this.” He pauses. “That’s what my heart feels, too. Know that.”
A light caress brushes the inside of my thigh, and I jump, then relax at his touch as he soothes me with his fingertips, brushing them up to my pussy, spread wide open.
“Does this help?” His voice gets that tone, his cock jumping against my back. “You are my lane, Scarlett. You belong to me.” His fingertips barely tickle my thrilled lips. “It’s sweet that you trust me like this. It’s hot how your pretty pussy is spread open. It’s humiliating that strangers are about to enter and see you like this, my beautiful, proud whore in my lap, blindfolded with my plug in her ass and her pussy still covered in my cum, but it’s not hilarious. It’s degrading and kinky and under my control, holding you the whole time while they pleasure you however I tell them to because you’re mine. I’m all you feel. Say it.”
A tsunami of emotions surges through me, conjured by the rip current of his feathery touch teasing my splayed sex with his taunts, his warmth, his control flooding my mind.
So I let go and drown. “Luca.”
“Enter!” he shouts, startling me, but then I settle.
I submit. I recline against him, my masculine throne, while I hear the door click open, and the muffled moans and soft gasps at my salacious display thrill me, though I have no idea who my audience is.
All but one.
Knowing that Zar is seeing me like this suddenly thrills me, and my body responds. Two hot men want to use me? To play with me in their Dom/sub game? For whatever reason, my pussy loves it. She’s leaving a five-star review.
“Join us,” Luca says. “Please come in and taste my whore.”
Wait? What?
We’re not easing into this?
No, he’s using control. He’s using shock. He’s saying that I’ll submit as cushions sink around us, multiple bodies approaching. I can sense them.
But it’s when a warm tongue greets my pussy that I gasp. In one long lick, it glides from my aching entrance up to my clit, slowly circling it before giving it a gentle suck. Then I feel tickling whiskers, too. It’s Zar, eating my pussy on Luca’s command, and “Oh my god,” I sigh, so Luca yanks my hair.
He holds it tight in one hand while Zar’s tongue won’t relent. He’s flicking my clit to delight.
“That’s it, my belle,” Luca cajoles. “Just be my sweet-tasting whore and let him devour all the cum you made for me. He has my permission. He loves tasting what’s mine. He wants to clean my cum off your pussy, too.”
Zar moans, licking over my bare, sticky mound, tasting what’s left of Luca before Zar returns to my folds, and Luca lets go of my hair. Lifting me higher, he hooks his arms under my bound thighs and hoists me off the platform. Every part of me is open while he challenges Zar. “Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours, My Owner.” Zar’s drawl is laced with desire.
“Whose ass is this?”
“Yours, My Owner.”
“Can you play with my whore without my permission?”
“Never, My Owner.”
“Take my plug out,” Luca warns, “carefully…and have a taste of every hole I’ve fucked.”
Bodies surround us. I can hear their panting breath while Luca offers me like I’m Zar’s punishment and reward at the same time. It’s the same for Luca.
And suddenly…
I understand them.
I feel the pain Luca feels of never truly being satisfied. And I feel Zar’s submission, too, needing to pleasure Luca, to please him. I don’t know what happened between them, but I feel everything they’re trying to satisfy through me, to heal through me.
And it feels right.
It feels like I belong with them.
Laving over my clit, Zar gently tugs at Luca’s plug, and I groan at the sensations. At the luscious weight in my ass before the slight stinging burn of the stretch while he pulls it out, never abandoning my clit for pleasure.
“Who does she gape for?” Luca taunts Zar.
“You, My Owner.” Zar’s voice strains with lust. God, he’s so aroused. “I can see her pussy dripping for you. I can see her pink little holes open for you.”
“Lick her ass,” Luca demands. “Trust me; it tastes so sweet.”
Dragging his tongue down my cunt that aches for anything inside me, Zar’s tongue pierces my entrance, taking as much of my taste as he can before he lavishes my tender ass next, and deep moans erupt from my throat. They make Luca’s hard dick jump against my back while Zar’s mouth obeys him.
“That’s it, my stud,” Luca’s voice darkens, “show us how you love licking every little hole my big cock has fucked.”
Shamelessly, Zar groans, darting his tongue over my puckered hole, just like Luca did forever ago, and it makes me remember. It makes me groan for him. “Luca.”
I need more. I’m in pain for so much more.
“Taste her, too.”
I don’t know who Luca commands, but a warm, soft mouth claims my dangling foot and my other foot, too. Two strangers gently suck my toes, and the only one who’s ever done this to me before is Luca, and again, it’s like it’s all from him.
He’s every pleasure I feel.
It’s like he told them how to lavish me.
No, to ravish me because another mouth, another tongue, slowly circles my tender nipple before; yes, I gasp as another stranger gently sucks my other nipple, too.
The sweet sucking pressure on my toes. The gentle licking of my nipples. The sensitive circling tickle around my ass. “Oh my god, yes,” I sigh, wanting to cry at the pleasure. At the taboo.
Five people are worshipping my body with their mouths while I rest on the throne of Luca like his sacrificial offer, and it’s my honor. Long hair tickles my ribs and stomach. I don’t know if it’s a woman or a man. I can’t feel any sensations but warm mouths, wet tongues, and rousing touches.
“That’s it,” Luca urges in that coaxing accent. “Pleasure her.”
Bodies surround me. I smell perfume, cologne, rich wine, and sweet whisky. Their erotic attention suffocates me. They steal my air, and I don’t need it. I don’t need anyone but Luca in my ear, owning my mind, holding my heart while offering my body to others.
“Make her come, each of you,” Luca demands. “Make her come at least five times.”
Zar goes first. I know it’s him because he wants me to know. Growling, he buries his beard in my pussy again, snacking on my clit like he said he would while his two long fingers slowly enter me, and I gasp…and gasp again. I’m going to come so fast. My clit is a firecracker. I needed something inside me, and now it’s Zar’s stroking touch.
“Harder,” Luca commands him. “Fuck her harder, motherfucker.”
Luca honors us with our past, with my words. He’s sweating against my back while Zar’s fingers start pounding into my sex, his tongue whipping across my clit while dripping mouths suck hard on my toes and tug at my nipples, and I explode.
“Luca!” I scream so loud; his name forever marks my voice. My bound thighs, dangling over Luca’s arms, violently shake. My orgasm is excruciating and heaven. I let it wash through me while one of the mouths lavishing my toes leaves and…
“Yes, fuck her with that,” Luca says before kissing my hair. I can imagine what he’s watching, and it’s so erotic. I trust him so much when he directs a stranger, “Gently.”
I don’t know what it is, but it’s not a real cock. It’s too ribbed and thick and getting wider and wider as someone slowly urges it into my pulsing walls, and I groan.
“Her clit,” Luca orders. “Lick her clit too.”
It’s Zar again. His whiskers tickle. I feel his shoulder brushing my thigh. Secretly, he kisses my clit, too, letting me know it’s him before he gets brutal, sucking it so hard while mouths flick my nipples and someone impales my sex with an amazing sensation, and I convulse in Luca’s arms, coming with another deep groan.
“Now go slow,” Luca soothes. “Give her a break. Take her slowly next time.”
It’s beautiful. It makes me want to cry into my blindfold. Luca knows what I desire and need next because it’s him. He’s controlling my pleasure. Though his hard cock drips against my back, filling me with painful urges, it doesn’t need to be his body when at last, I’m giving him my trust, I’m under his control.
Mouths leave my nipples and toes, too, and bodies shift while Luca tilts me. He turns me on my side in his lap, his erection pressing against my arm while his arms hold me splayed open so two mouths can gently start their devotion.
One is Zar again. It’s like he’ll always be here with Luca. It’s his soft whiskers nestling into my ass crack before his tongue starts teasing me as another tongue gingerly plays with my sensitive clit.
It has to be a woman, someone who knows our sex can only take so much sensation before it’s a burning numbness, so you have to be soft next. You have to gently awaken the clit again.
I whimper, flooding with lust and gratitude and not believing this.
“Luca,” I sigh, thanking him.
He’s more than my word; he’s my world.
“This is for you, my belle.” His voice weaves into my mind, caught in the most sensual blind dream. “This is the pleasure I will always give you.”
This time, Zar and the woman slowly take me there. They work together, tongues and mouths devouring my every exposed inch. I wonder if Zar is touching the woman, too. I wonder if she’s stroking his long, curving cock. I wonder if Luca is ever going to come to this because his cock has been urging hard and thick against me for so long.
“Enjoy it,” Luca gently urges me. “Come, my sweet whore, because you deserve it.”
So softly, after minutes, I shamelessly fall into my next orgasm, washing over the mouths beneath me. It’s so sensuous and relaxing until Luca says, “Now, everyone, get her ready.”
I groan as he maneuvers my helpless body to where I’m centered again in his lap and hoisted high. This night is lasting forever, and I don’t want it to end. It’s almost good enough since I’m not fucking Luca until he demands, “Get her ready to take two of my cocks, to take at least two orgasms, back to back. Give her all she can take. I’m going to break her.”
“Oh my god,” I murmur.
“Is that what you want, my belle?” Luca’s voice urges above me. “Like when you watched Stacey take all that cock, and you came too? You said you wanted me and Zar like that. You wanted to be my dirty little whore with a dick in your ass and cunt. Say it.”
Hell, I’ll sing it. “Luca.”
But if I thought I was in a trance state before. If I thought I had died and entered erotic heaven, that was just the waiting room.
Warm tongues and fingers and mouths blanket me, resting on Luca’s hard lap. They find my nipples and toes and sex again until I’m a moaning mess of sensations. I can’t find logic; I don’t know where I am, but cradled against Luca’s body until the sucking sensations leave my toes.
Bodies shift before one slick dildo slowly slides into my pussy, and I groan at it, stretching my aching walls. Then another dildo presses gently against my ass. I don’t know if I can take it until a body brushes against my thigh and Luca’s. It’s Zar. I know his touch now, feeling his generous mouth take care of my clit.
“Put my cock in her ass, too,” Luca commands someone, and the dildo burns entering me. The pressure is immense as someone urges it slowly inside while Zar’s tongue lavishing my clit makes it orgasmic. The pain, the pleasure, it makes me heave, and yes, I die.
My body convulses. I can’t control it, bucking and jerking while sensations rip through me, dildos thrusting in and out of me. Zar’s warm hand presses down hard over my mound to hold my clit still for his attention while I’m helpless and being fucked senseless.
“Yes, my whore, take all of me.” Luca’s voice invades me, too. I keep coming so hard I lose count through the explosions. My blindness goes from black to white. White light is all I see. Euphoria is all I feel. I can’t hear. I can’t find a thought. “Luca,” is all I can say; it’s all I’ll ever know.
Like a god from above, his voice presses to my ear. “I’m always inside you, Scarlett.”
“Please, Luca,” I whimper, tears threatening, too, because I wish it were true. I need him so much as the last tremors of my orgasms wreck through my body.
“Leave us,” he calmly commands the others.
I’m vaguely aware of every touch, every person and toy withdrawing from my body. Then I hear lusty, murmured voices exiting the room before buckles clank and velcro rips. Luca frees my thighs and wrists, but I can’t move. I can’t stop shaking.
Shifting our bodies around, I’m draped over Luca’s arms while he carefully stands. I sense gravity, our bodies rising while my cheek rests against his pounding chest.
“Scarlett?” He sounds worried. “Belle, are you okay?”
“Yes,” I sigh, feeling him carry me to the bed, I hope.
“Thank you.” I barely hear Zar say it across the suite before the door clicks closed.
Did he leave?
“Luca,” I rouse, “I want to see you now. You and Zar. You promised.”
“You will,” he replies, gently setting me down on the plush bed, my legs dangling over the edge. “Let’s do this slowly,” he insists, gently tugging at my blindfold. “The lights are low, but take your time.”
Once he removes the silk, I rub my eyes until I’m brave enough to open them.
There is a warm glow in the room. It doesn’t hurt my eyes, but the sight slowly filling my focus is an assault on my heart in the best way.
I start blinking, staring up at a towering, naked Luca and an equally naked Zar. They stand, almost shoulder-to-shoulder, gazing down at me with a sheen of sweat glistening over their chiseled muscles, the gold gleaming on Zar’s thick collar, too. But what really attracts my attention is their hard cocks, almost crossing like thick swords in front of me.
It’s like God and the Devil stand before me, and I don’t know which is which.
They look worried about me, but I’m fine. I’m high on orgasmic opium, and I’m not coming down. Not until they do, too.
“Well, hello, my big boys,” I rasp. “Ready for the final round?” Zar chuckles, making his hard dick bob, and that makes this even better. “Now that you’ve permanently rearranged my DNA into happy whore mode,” I demand, “let me help with your two huge problems.”
“Are you okay?” Luca asks.
“I’m thirsty,” I answer. “And not for water.”
“No. You’ll have some.” He turns toward the nightstand and turns back with two glasses of water, like he planned our care, offering one to me and one to Zar.
We drink while he watches. Silently, we hand him back the empty glasses, and he sets them on the table.
“Now, can I have what I’m really thirsty for?” I know I’m supposed to be a sub and not speak, but that bitch is tired, and this bitch needs dick, real dick.
“No,” Luca growls. “It’s time for your collar.” He sounds serious, but tell that to his dick. It wants to play.
“Okay.” I grin, wedging my ass off the bed, slowly lowering to my knees. They step back while I stare up at Luca and demand, “Collar me, Master.”
Luca can’t help it. I make him grin, turning again for the nightstand. Of course, he’s planned all this while Zar keeps staring down at me, so I hook my finger and say, “We’re equal, right?”
“Quiet,” Luca huffs over his shoulder. “I have some proper words prepared.” He unfolds a piece of paper.
So, Zar winks at me, quickly joining me on his knees. Once he’s this close, I can see my milky arousal, slick on his beard, and I feel like I should thank him for giving me so much pleasure, too, but I don’t.
We’re silent. We’re too focused on Luca turning around with a white velvet necklace box and a piece of paper in his hand.
But when he finds us both on our knees, he clears his throat, sounding surprised. “What are you doing?”
I taunt, “We’re serving you, Master.”
Don’t think I didn’t notice when I sat at the bar that Luca wasn’t wearing his wedding band. That added to my thrill, to my hope that everything changes tonight. It makes me brave as I lean forward, kissing his thigh, his birthmark, and he doesn’t pull away.
“Scarlett,” he warns in a low growl.
“If you want to collar me, too,” I move my kiss higher, thrilled because his cock jumps, “then let me completely serve you, Master.” Then I remember our roles, feeling Zar’s knee brush against mine. “Let us serve you.”
I give Zar a look. I hope that, given all the laughs and talks we’ve shared, he can read my mind by now.
This is our chance.
We do this together.
We can make him change.
Zar leans forward, slowly pressing his kiss to Luca’s other thigh and Luca grunts. I lift my gaze to his, and he stares down at us with his hands frozen, holding his gift for me. He doesn’t step back or protest.
It’s like we have him trapped in his hard truth.
“If it’s the three of us, now,” I soothe, “then let us serve you. We’ll promise to honor some of your rules, but some need to change.”
I move my mouth, hovering before his swollen crown, and Luca doesn’t stop me. He lets me see the crystal in his eyes crack. He needs me. He’s dripping for me, so I dart my tongue, taking his first drop, and he hisses with pleasure, so I keep going.
I remember what he craves. I linger my tongue under his crown, over his sensitive seam, and down the thick vein in his shaft, and he swells even more. I do it over and over, and he doesn’t say a word, but his heavy breath speaks volumes.
So I grab his base. He’s so thick that my hand can’t wrap around him, but I squeeze what I can as I stare up at him, letting him watch while I slowly stretch my lips, swallowing his fat crown. I take my chance; I take every inch of him I can until I gag on him, and he groans.
He finally speaks, “Fuck, yes, Belle.” Tossing the paper and velvet box on the bed, he frees his hands to yank my hair, pulling my mouth off his swollen cock. He growls, “Do you want to serve me?”
“Yes, Master,” I rasp.
“Then fucking suck it all.” Brutally, he grabs my skull, forcing his cock over my lips, as far into my throat as he can, and I gag again, loving it. Loving his surrender. Loving the shadows across his face.
He’s unleashed. He’s unbound. He’s furious that he desires this and can’t fight me either.
“Suck it,” he snarls. “Gag on my fucking cock.” He controls my movement, his big hands trapping my head, my mouth stretched open, my lips cracking, my jaw aching while he pumps his hips, fucking my mouth like a feral animal until spit drools over my chin. “Oh, my fucking dirty whore,” he jeers, watching me. “You’re serving me now, aren’t you?”
Yes, I am,and I’m so wet. I’m choking and aroused. I don’t regret anything because Luca, like this, is the perfect sight lording over me. Tears stream from my eyes, loving his pleasure and my degradation, and then I hear, “It’s my turn to serve you.”
Suddenly, Luca releases me.
I grab a drooling breath, my lungs huffing for air while I watch Zar stare up at Luca.
The men, the best friends, exchange this long look, the tension between them unveiled. It’s dark. It’s dominating. It makes the love between them fall away while Luca’s eyes fill with a storm of lust and rage. Like something he’s been holding back for years, but Zar’s not submitting. He’s demanding.
“Fuck my skull,” he taunts Luca. “Choke me on your cock and fucking punish my throat. You know you need to. You know you want to punish me finally.”
Heat blazes in Luca’s eyes. He seizes Zar’s head. “You want my punishment?” With both hands, he captures him. “Are you my cock whore, too?”
“For you, we are,” Zar answers, staring at him while plunging his hand between my thighs, surprising me, defying Luca’s orders by fingering me right under Luca’s nose without his permission.
I moan, I can’t help. Zar’s too good; the two of them look too hot, and this feels so right.
“Get your hand off her,” Luca snarls.
“Make me,” Zar jeers back. “Punish me for touching her.”
“You fucking, Skull Pussy.” Luca fists Zar’s hair, and Zar opens his defiant mouth for him, making a show of removing his hand from my pussy. And suddenly, Luca looks possessed. He starts fucking Zar’s throat like he fucked mine. Brutally. Cruelly. Painfully. Every muscle on his hulking frame is tensed as Zar endures; he delivers. “That’s it. Take my fucking cock,” Luca growls. “Take it like you took her from me.”
Luca gives Zar the punishment they need, making Zar moan. Sucking Luca’s cock has Zar’s surging hard and swollen. I see him dripping with satisfaction.
How long has Zar wanted Luca like this?
How long has Luca needed this from Zar?
You can feel how this has been tormenting them. You can hear how much it satisfies them, too. They grunt. They groan. I can see they belong together, so I help because I need this, too.
Leaning down, I start licking under Luca’s base at the rigid vein above his swollen balls, and he groans so deeply with need.
“Oh fuck.” He starts to break. “Oh fuck, yes.” He slows down his claim of Zar’s mouth. “Yes, my belle.”
Zar takes the cue, jerking his head back and grabbing a breath. With spit trailing from his lips to Luca’s tip, he offers Luca to me next.
Slowly, I start sucking Luca again, gazing up at him, letting him hear me moan with his cock filling my mouth while he watches. Then Zar starts lavishing Luca’s balls at the same time, and Luca’s destroyed. The tension and rage drop from his muscles as if all he feels is pleasure now.
“Oh fuck, you two,” he groans, sinking his hand in my hair, his other in Zar’s. “Oh fuck, yes, you’re mine now.”
Forever, he lets us serve him, taking our turns. Discipline is all Luca’s known for so long, and he uses it tonight. My jaw hurts, and Zar’s throat gags, but my pussy is loving this.
It’s beautiful. The three of us are connected. Luca’s pain is gone. Only pleasure is shared. Still, it’s not enough. We need relief, so I reach, wanting to pleasure Zar, too. I fist Luca’s shaft in one hand and reach for Zar’s beside me, but Luca growls low, “Never. You only touch your Master’s cock.”
But Zar needs release. I do, too. I don’t care how many millions of orgasms Luca tortured me with tonight. This is different. This is the three of us. This needs to be perfect.
And Luca can see it. “Pleasure yourselves,” he demands. “You’ll come with my dick in your mouth.”
He gives it to Zar first, letting him pace himself and enjoy it. They both do.
Zar slows down, moaning while he fists Luca’s cock, sucking his swollen tip, his tongue, flicking his sensitive underside. Zar lavishes Luca, and it’s so hot to watch. So beautiful, too. The pleasure they’re feeling. Their love returning. It’s in their groans, and I start fingering myself, tugging at my nipple, too, and Luca watches us in awe. He lets himself enjoy it. He likes Zar sucking his cock.
“Yes, my stud.” He guides him, cupping his head. “Take me. Suck my cock like you’ve always wanted, haven’t you?” Zar moans louder, jerking his cock faster. “That’s it. Let me fuck your throat. My cock belongs in your mouth, too. Show us. Show us what a cock slut you secretly are for me, aren’t you? Come on, show her how you’re mine, too.”
The groan from Zar’s throat is deep. Plunging his mouth as far down Luca’s shaft as he can, he holds it there, staring up at Luca while feverishly jerking his dick. Zar looks blitzed out. He’s going to come, so I turn my body, and he tries to aim his, too.
I want Luca to watch this. I want Zar to have this. I coax him, “Come on me. Show me how you’re his, how you have me too. You get us both now.”
The shudder of Zar’s ripped shoulders is violent, his grunts so satisfied. With Luca’s cock in his mouth, he splatters my stomach with his cum, and I’m so fucking aroused, I need him.
“Master,” I beg. “Luca.” He knows.
Dragging his length out of Zar’s panting mouth, Luca keeps his hand in Zar’s hair while he offers himself to me last.
“I’m going to come in your mouth, my whore. Then you’re going to show me,” he says. “You’re going to open your mouth and make yourself come while I take pictures of you sharing my cum with my stud.”
Oh my god, he’s so depraved, and I love it.
I love this side of Luca. It’s him, lewd and controlling, gentle and pleasing, and it’s really beautiful.
And it’s not long.
Not once Luca sinks his hands into my hair as he gazes down at me with that look he gave me the night we met. “Yes, my belle.” He’s not furious. He’s mine. I take as much of him as I can, over and over, until my chin drools, my eyes cry, and his thighs shake. His lips, too. “Yes, ma flamme,” he grunts. “Scarlett, fuuuuck!” He cries out, grunting and filling my mouth with more than I can hold.
It spills over my lips while Zar caresses my hip, praising, “Dayum woman, you’re so beautiful.”
Luca’s still shaking but he pulls out, reaching for his phone on the nightstand. Aiming its lenses at me, he says, “You’re our only woman now, the only one we want pictures of. I may allow others to please you, but you are ours, and we are yours.”
His promise makes me moan before I proudly open my full mouth. Jerking my hand in my swollen pussy, I rub my raw clit, making it deliver one more time tonight, one more time for Luca to watch.
And he takes all the pictures he wants. Of me on my knees. Of his cum on my tongue. Of me, poised, spitting over Zar’s eager lips, sharing Luca’s desire with him.
Then Luca kneels with us, cupping my head and Zar’s as he vows, “We won’t do this every time. We can’t. But I promise, we’re together now.”
Then he looks at me. He knows the one thing I need to hear.
“I’m never leaving you, Scarlett.”