Chapter 58
Bastian
Haven crawls up on the couch and lies across my lap like the obedient little slut she is.
She parts her legs just enough to expose the slick folds already glistening between them.
Her breath comes in shallow bursts against my thigh, and I watch with utter satisfaction as her nipples harden to stiff peaks against the fabric of my shirt.
I trace the curve of her spine with latex-clad fingertips, noting the gooseflesh rising in precise trails along her skin as her desperate body betrays her.
Good Wolf is quiet. Now that I’ve been feeding him so much, he’s fat and happy.
But Bad Wolf is ravenous.
My whole life, I thought Bad Wolf could only be sated through violence and death and misery. But these past few weeks, I had an epiphany of the highest order.
Bad Wolf is always hungry. I can feed him anything I want, that won’t change.
So I feed him Haven, and I feed him Kai, and he licks his teeth and just wants more.
“Count for us, slut,” I instruct, my voice measured and low. “I want our boy to hear how much you need this.”
The first smack connects with a crisp snap. A perfect bloom of color rises on her ass from the pressure.
Haven gasps despite knowing it was coming, her hips jerking forward from the impact.
“One,” she breathes out, the huskiness in her voice already making my cock throb.
Kai circles closer from the side, his gaze locked on the mark forming across her flesh with predatory focus. His fists clench at his sides, jealousy laced with arousal as he fights the urge to shove me aside and take over.
Not yet, boy.
“Harder,” he demands, his erection straining obscenely against the thin fabric of his boxers. “I want to hear her yelp.”
My second strike is harder, falling on the opposite cheek for symmetry. Her flesh jiggles and Haven’s back arches, a whimper escaping her before she remembers to count.
“Two—oh god.”
“Open up, girl,” I tell her. “Let Kai see how wet this is making you.”
She shamelessly spreads her thighs apart, and Kai groans.
Her cunt parts, allowing both of us to see the arousal beading at her entrance. Her scent fills the space between us, making my mouth water.
She squirms across my lap, her thighs trembling with the effort of holding still. Kai doesn’t wait for permission—he steps in close, fisting her hair to yank her head up.
“Hold still while I fuck your mouth,” he orders, freeing his cock from the waistband of his pants. His thick cock is already leaking at the tip, and Haven’s eyes go glassy at the sight. He pries her jaw open with his thumbs and slides past her lips inch by inch.
Haven moans around his girth as he cuts off her air, but he keeps feeding her his length with an almost casual cruelty.
My palm falls again, the sting making me smile.
“Three!” she manages, the word garbled around Kai’s cock, drool slicking his shaft.
Beautiful.
They’re both so fucking beautiful.
Kai thrusts into her mouth. “You love choking on my cock while he’s spanking you, don’t you?” he growls, his free hand trailing down her side to find her tit.
He pinches her nipple with a vicious twist, and the shudder that runs through her makes my cock weep inside my pants.
I dip two fingers inside her entrance, sliding easily through the wetness gathered there. Her walls flutter around me as I go deeper—hot and wet and impossibly tight. I curl my fingers to find the spot inside her that makes her go crazy, and she bucks against my hand like she’s been electrified.
The fourth smack lands simultaneous with my thrust—the crack of palm on flesh echoing through the room as I shove my fingers deep.
“Four—fuck, yes!”
Her body responds perfectly, tremors cascading through her muscles, her breath hitching. I can feel her clenching around my fingers, trying to keep me inside, and the greedy desperation of it makes Bad Wolf howl with satisfaction.
“Touch him,” I direct.
Haven complies immediately, her hand coming up to cup and squeeze Kai’s balls. Kai hisses through his teeth, his hips stuttering.
“Good girl,” I murmur, and reward her with another smack. The heat of her abused skin is palpable, even through the latex.
“Five,” she slurs around Kai’s cock, her eyes watering so prettily. Tears and drool and desire—she’s a fucking mess, and we’ve only just begun.
“Our greedy little whore loves the pain,” Kai says. “Finger that filthy cunt, Rooke. I want to see her flooding your hand.”
The sixth strike connects as I plunge my fingers knuckles-deep, scissoring to stretch her while my thumb finds her clit and starts hard, relentless circles over the sensitive bud.
Haven’s whine vibrates around Kai’s length, her hips grinding against my palm in desperate search of more friction. Kai pulls out of her mouth just long enough for her to pant, “Six! More, please, hurt me more.”
Christ.
This girl will be the death of me.
I can feel her spiraling deeper into subspace with every blow.
The next slap blooms into a fiery mosaic across her skin.
“Seven!” Her cry is muffled by Kai’s cock, but her cunt spasms tight around my invading fingers—a precursor to an orgasm that I ruthlessly deny by pulling my fingers out of her.
She whimpers at the loss, her thighs shaking.
Kai pulls out, and he’s also struggling not to come. The frustration in his face, the way his jaw ticks like he’s pissed off with himself makes it blatant.
I hold my glistening fingers up where she can see them, coated in her arousal, then smear them across her lips.
“Come give her the rest of her punishment, Kai.”
Kai’s cock bobs luridly in his lap as he moves to the other side of me. He grabs her ass, squeezing hard enough to make her mewl, and I smile. He’s a fast learner, our Kai, especially when the result is making either of us feel good.
He rains down the remaining blows without giving Haven more than a beat to count. Her whole body quakes, sweat sheening her skin, her breaths escaping in panting bursts.
“Eight. Nine!”
I plunge three fingers back inside her at the last blow, curling brutally against her g-spot.
“Ten!” Her count dissolves into a moan. She writhes in my lap, one hand still gripping my pant leg, the other trying to dig into the sofa.
“Where are your manners, slut?” I murmur as I rub the marks we left on her ass.
“Thank you,” she mumbles almost sulkily against the couch cushion.
I withdraw my hand and angle her hips for Kai. Her pussy is swollen and glistening, begging to be filled.
“Come fuck our girl,” I command Kai.
Kai grips her waist with possessive hands. His cock nudges her entrance, teasing through the slick mess she’s made, and Haven keens—high and desperate and ours.
“Who do you belong to?” I ask, catching her chin, forcing her to meet my eyes.
“You,” she gasps. “Both of you. Always.”
“I think she needs to be wetter,” Kai says.
She’s fucking dripping…but I know exactly what he wants from me. I lean over, easing her ass cheeks open and spitting onto her cunt. Haven flinches, and sticks out her ass for Kai with a moan.
Kai slams home, setting a brutal pace from the first thrust.
No slow build. No teasing.
Just raw, punishing strokes that have Haven crying out with each snap of his hips. Her ass is still blazing from our punishment, and I know every collision of his pelvis against that tender flesh is sending shockwaves of pain-laced pleasure through her system.
“Fuck,” Kai grits out, his fingers digging bruises into her hips. “So fucking tight. You feel what you do to me, Heavenly? Feel how hard you make me?”
Haven can only moan in response, her face pressed into the couch cushion, her knuckles white where she’s gripping the leather.
I lean back and watch them—my two beautiful, broken creatures—and stroke myself through my pants with lazy satisfaction. There’s something intoxicating about observing them like this.
Kai’s rhythm stutters, his thrusts becoming erratic. I can read the signs—the flush creeping up his neck, the way his abs clench, the desperate edge creeping into his voice.
“Gonna come,” he pants. “Fuck, I’m gonna—“
“Fill up every inch of that cunt, boy,” I command. “I’m gonna suck your cum out of her when you’re done.”
That’s all it takes.
Kai slams deep and holds, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as he spills inside her. Haven whimpers beneath him, her body shaking.
For a long moment, neither of them moves.
Kai pulls out slowly, and I watch his cum drip from her swollen pussy with hungry fascination.
“Such a good boy,” I murmur.
Haven’s limbs are still shaking as I ease her off my lap. She’s already fucked out—eyes glazed, lips swollen, tear tracks drying on her cheeks—but we’re nowhere near finished with her.
“Up so I can clean the mess our boy made inside you,” I tell her, urging her knees onto the couch, then helping her to stand. When she wobbles, balance shot, Kai grabs her hips to keep her steady.
She straddles my shoulders with trembling thighs, and I grip her hips to pull her down onto my waiting mouth. The first taste of her—of them—makes me groan against her flesh.
Fucking perfect.
I lap at her with broad strokes of my tongue, gathering every drop, savoring the way she whines and jerks against my mouth.
She’s oversensitive from her earlier orgasm denial, her clit swollen and throbbing, and I exploit that mercilessly—circling the bud with the tip of my tongue, then sucking it between my lips until she’s grinding my face.
“Oh god, oh fuck, Bastian—”
“Kai.” My voice is muffled against her cunt, but the command is clear. “Come take care of me.”
I hear him move, feel him settle between my spread thighs. His hands make quick work of my pants, shoving them down just far enough to free my aching cock.
“Fuck,” he breathes, wrapping his fist around my length. “Your cock is so hard. It’s fucking leaking everywhere.”
“Then put your mouth on it before you waste any more.”
He lets out a low laugh as his lips close around the head of my cock.
Rational thought is suddenly impossible.