17. Hailee
Chapter seventeen
Hailee
I type in the code to our private elevator and hit the top floor button. I’ve never been late before. I place my hands on my stomach to calm the nervous flutters. When I reach the penthouse, Dameon is waiting for me.
“You’re late.” His jaw flares, and my fingers itch to soothe the strained muscles.
“I’m so sorry, I lost track of time.”
“Not good enough. I expect you to be here when I get home.”
“I’m really sorry, it won’t happen again,” I promise, lowering my eyes.
“Go to our room and wait for your punishment,” he commands, frustration pouring off him in waves.
“Yes, sir,” I respond, pivoting on my heel and hurrying up the stairs. I waste no time in stripping off my clothes and jumping into the shower to rinse off the massage oil. I’m back out in record time, and I wait for him as instructed.
But fifteen minutes turn into thirty, and still, he hasn’t arrived. I crawl out of bed and begin to pace, restlessness gnawing at me. It’s as if time itself has become a part of the punishment, a test of endurance. I’m becoming more anxious with each passing minute, and my body pulses with apprehension. Just when I begin to feel the rising anxiety clawing up my throat, my phone chimes with a notification. Exhaling with relief, I welcome the distraction, only to find the text message brings little comfort.
Mark
Hailee, I’m waiting. Do not disappoint me.
Fuck .
I swiftly delete the message and toss my phone onto the nightstand.
Finally, the door cracks open. Dameon strides in and settles on the edge of the bed, gesturing with a snap of his fingers for me to kneel before him. I scramble into position without hesitation.
“Since both you and Cora were late, James and I have decided to punish you together. Come wait for them in the living room.”
I have no idea what that means, but I find myself intrigued, and I’m all for it. A shiver of anticipation courses down my spine as I follow him. When Dameon settles into one of the lounge chairs, I obediently take my place at his feet.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, his touch gentle as he strokes my hair. Leaning into his caress, I can sense he’s not as upset about my tardiness as he appears. Annoyed and disappointed? Maybe. But not truly angry. We share a comfortable silence for a few moments as he idly scrolls through his phone, his fingers still tangling in my hair. When the elevator dings, signaling the arrival of Cora and James, my heart rate quickens.
“It appears our girls have been misbehaving today,” James announces, striding into the room with Cora by his side, their hands intertwined. I catch a subtle smile playing on her lips as she takes in the sight of me, naked and kneeling at Dameon’s feet. She takes off her robe, handing it to James, leaving her completely bare.
“Apparently, neither of them owns a phone or has access to a clock. Isn’t that strange?” Dameon remarks.
“Bizarre,” James drawls.
“Girls who are naughty together should be punished together.”
“Couldn’t agree more.”
“Ladies, if you’ll follow me.” Dameon slides open the balcony doors and leads us out to the patio. “Your hands, please.”
I extend my hands, and he wraps them in a red, velvety soft rope before attaching it to a hook hanging from the ceiling. I’ve never noticed that hook before, despite living here for a month. My hands are stretched above my head, leaving me barely able to stand on my tiptoes.
He does the same to Cora, fastening her on the same hook so that we’re facing each other, completely naked with only an inch between our bodies. Our eyes connect, and Cora blushes a deep shade of red. Unable to help myself, I burst into laughter at the predicament we’ve found ourselves in. Trapped in such close proximity, there’s no escaping the intimate experience of witnessing each other’s punishment unfold.
“Laugh now, goddess, because you won’t be laughing in a minute,” Dameon warns.
With a sharp crack, James spanks Cora’s ass, and she jolts forward, her naked body brushing against mine. Her nipples rub against my soft breasts, and I fail to suppress a moan.
Dameon spanks my right cheek with just as much force, causing my body to slide against Cora’s once again. She bites her bottom lip at the sensation. It’s exquisite torture, feeling her body rub against mine while Dameon turns my ass red. Before long, both of us are panting in need, sweat slicking our hair to our temples. Cora breaks first, with a desperate plea.
“James…” she hisses.
I follow closely behind, unable to hold back any longer. “Sir, please, I—”
Dameon interrupts me. “Shh, we know. We’ve got you.” He runs his hand soothingly down my spine.
They work together to untie us and carry us inside, gently placing us on the carpet. Our legs are like jelly, unable to support our weight, and we collapse in a sweaty heap. James and Dameon take seats in opposite lounges, facing each other.
“Come suck my cock, my sweet slut,” James calls, prompting Cora to get on her hands and knees and crawl between his legs.
“You too, goddess.” I swivel my head back toward Dameon so fast, I almost give myself whiplash.
What?
“You heard me,” he responds to my unspoken question. I flash him a sly smile and make my way over to James on my hands and knees. Checking in with Cora first, I glance over for her approval, and she gives me a subtle nod, her cheeks glowing like they’re on fire. Turning to James, I await his permission, which he grants with a nod of his own. With that signal, Cora and I shuffle forward on our knees, drawing close together. James frees himself from his suit pants, his long, hard dick standing tall and proud. He’s not as big as Dameon, but it’s certainly got some girth to it. Cora takes him in her mouth first with a long, deep suck, her tongue slipping out as it swirls around the head. Then she offers me his length, and I eagerly take him down my throat, humming in pleasure as I suck hard. Putting pressure on the vein that runs down his shaft with my tongue, I glance up. James’s head is thrown back, his Adam’s apple sliding up and down. I release him from my mouth and Cora takes over, bobbing up and down on his dick. I lean down and suck one of his balls into my mouth, massaging it with my tongue before moving to the next one.
James grips the armrests, his fingers digging into the leather. “Fucking hell.” His eyes are screwed shut, lost in the pleasure we’re giving him.
I let his ball pop from my mouth and smirk at Cora. She runs her lips along one side of his length, so I join her on the other side, both of us licking and sucking his dick. As we reach the head, our tongues twirl around his tip, tangling against each other. Her tongue is warm and soft, and I crave a better taste. We lean in further and kiss with the head of his cock between us. Her lips are as sweet as strawberries, and mixed with the unique taste of James, it’s a delicious combination.
“Fuck me, that’s hot,” Dameon breathes out. I glance over my shoulder, tossing him a wicked smile. His legs are spread wide and his fingers are interlaced behind his head, watching the scene unfold. Catching my eye, he gives me a loaded look.
“You have no fucking idea,” James grits out between his clenched teeth, his voice strained. His cock twitches in Cora’s hand, so she sucks him down and starts bobbing her head vigorously. The moment I begin to play with his balls, he explodes with a shout. His body tenses with release as he spills his load into Cora’s mouth. “Fuuuck,” he groans.
She continues to suck him dry until he leans back, spent. Then she tilts her chin up, opening her mouth to show him his seed on her tongue.
“Swallow. Wait… Don’t be greedy, my sweet slut. I think you should share it with Hailee.” She turns to look at me, unsure. Never one to shy away from salacious acts, I take control and pry her lips apart with my tongue, tasting her thoroughly and drawing his cum into my mouth.
We make out passionately for a while, exchanging James’s release between us. Her lips feel soft against mine, and her gentle moans and silky skin offer a refreshing contrast to Dameon’s rugged stubble and growls. When we eventually part, remnants of cum smeared on our lips and chins, Cora’s eyes meet mine. I’m certain her expression mirrors my own—a mix of wide-eyed astonishment and disbelief. This is far from how I envisioned our day ending. Cora bursts into giggles, and I find myself joining in. As our laughter eventually fades, I steal another glance at Dameon. His smile is radiant, those irresistible dimples on full display, clearly amused by our shared euphoria.
“Hate to break up the giggle party, but there’s another cock that needs sucking,” James interjects. I glance at Cora, who responds with a shrug of her shoulders and a dirty smile.
With the grace of panthers, we crawl over to Dameon and gorge on his cock. Our movements, now more confident and practiced, repeat with enthusiasm. Cora lavishes his balls with her tongue while I swallow his length, looking at him from beneath my lashes. His fierce intensity, jaw clenched and twitching under the pressure of pleasure, captivates me, drawing me into the depths of his sea-green eyes. Dameon grips my hair, pulling me off with a slurp. A string of saliva connects us before disappearing.
“Having fun, kitten?”
I smile before collecting the drool on my lips with my tongue. “Yes, sir.”
“Then get back on my cock.” He forces my head down, and I moan loudly, sucking with a renewed force.
It doesn’t take long before he’s growling his release, and Cora and I share another cum-covered kiss. Savoring his taste, I search her mouth for his essence, driven by a greedy need. I want every drop inside me, unwilling to share. Not even with Cora. When I pull back, I lick my lips and lean forward to clean Cora’s lips and chin before she has a chance. Apparently I’m a greedy slut too. Turning back to Dameon, I swipe my tongue around his head, collecting the last few drops before pressing a kiss to his tip.
“Perfection,” he praises with those gorgeous dimples.
With all this pent-up sexual tension, I’m on the brink of exploding. The slightest breeze against my clit will be enough to set me off. I’m unsure whether this marks the end of our double date or if there’s more to come, especially considering this is meant to be a punishment. But my question is answered when they start to disrobe. And holy hell, what a show it is. Cora’s eyes go wide, like a kid in a candy shop, and I can’t help but snort at her expression. Their physiques are impressive; James is broader, while Dameon is leaner and more defined. Beneath their defined torsos, their hard dicks protrude like weapons. It’s continually surprising to me that Dameon never needs downtime; he’s always ready to dive straight back in. His boundless energy and relentless stamina never cease to leave me in awe.
James and Dameon position us on our hands and knees, facing each other.
“Hold onto each other’s arms,” James commands, and we reach out, grasping each other’s forearms. James moves behind Cora, and I sense Dameon mirroring his actions. I’m already sopping wet, and he slides in effortlessly, all the way to the hilt. He begins to snap his hips against my sore ass with frantic speed, catching me off guard with his sudden ferocity. There’s no warm-up; I’m thrown straight in the deep end. I lock eyes with Cora as we pant and struggle to keep from smacking our heads together due to the force of their thrusts. Our tits sway vigorously with each movement, and all we can do is hold on and enjoy the wild ride. Pleasure courses through my veins, bubbling up, ready to erupt at any moment.
“Fuck. You were made to take my cock.” Dameon punctuates each word with a hard, deep thrust. He drives forcefully into me before gushing inside me with a low grunt. He immediately reaches under and pinches my clit, triggering my own release. I scrunch my eyes shut and cry out, terrified of the cliff I’m being propelled over.
The four us move in perfect harmony as we navigate the tumultuous sea of ecstasy.
As our climaxes wash over us, we collapse in a tangled heap of limbs, our breaths ragged and labored. The air is heavy with the scent of our desire and the musky aroma of sweat. Completely spent, we lie intertwined, savoring the aftermath of our encounter, knowing that we have journeyed to the very edge of passion and back. And I want to do it all over again.