Chapter Twenty #4
Chloé gasped, the crowd roared, and he lowered his head to flick his tongue over her nipple and began to move his fingers in and out of her. Chloé moaned and rocked her hips against his hand, and Ethan began sucking harder and moving faster.
“Ah… Ah…”
He could feel her juices running down his hand, and when her breathing quickened and her core began to pulse, he pulled his fingers free, and she cried out in frustration. But when he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean, her lust won out.
“Mmm, very nice, petite fille. Sweet like honey. Now, be a good girl and let Zayne buckle you in.” A sinful smirk curled his lip at his little throwback to their plane ride.
Zayne unlatched one cuff and then the other, and brought her hands up over her head to attach them to the metal hook.
“This ride is about get rough, Red.”
Chloé gulped in a breath of air as Zayne ran his hands down her bare arms, torso, and waist. When he gripped her hips and slid his cock between her legs, getting it nice and slippery, Ethan moved to the side and took his dick in hand.
Chloé squeezed her eyes shut as Zayne did it again, and the sight of her bound, open, and on display for all to see was so fucking erotic it made Ethan’s hand tighten to an almost painful pressure, because he didn’t want to come just yet.
Zayne must’ve been struggling too, because it wasn’t long before he moved in front of her and hooked an arm under each of her legs, lifting her clear off the ground.
The sounds in the room were a cacophony of sex now, as Zayne’s cock found and penetrated Chloé’s sweet cunt, and her shout of ecstasy was like a cry of freedom.
The freedom to feel what she wanted, do what she wanted, to experience passion the way she wanted.
Zayne tunneled deep inside her up there on the stage, and Chloé white-knuckled the cuffs holding her up.
“You like it rough, Red?” Zayne grunted as he plowed in and out of her. “You want more?”
Chloé, swept up in the maelstrom of sexual desire, nodded eagerly. “Yes, sir. Give me more.”
Zayne’s arms flexed and his biceps bulged as he braced his booted feet and went at her just as requested—and as Chloé rode his dick like it was her very favorite amusement park ride, Zayne lost his cool.
He pounded into her over and over until finally he couldn’t take any more.
Then he pulled out, lowered her legs to the floor, and began to furiously work himself to completion.
It didn’t take long, a couple seconds at best, then a fierce roar left him and he came in spectacular fashion, shooting hot jets of cum all over Chloé’s breasts and stomach, marking her as his.
Zayne grunted as the final drop hit the stage floor, and the curses and groans around the room told Ethan that their audience approved. But they weren’t done just yet. There were two more in this little party of three, and their night wouldn’t be over until they’d all gotten what they came for.
Zayne reached out and drew a finger over the cum dripping from Chloé’s nipple then slicked it across her lips.
“Mine,” he said, and when Chloé sucked his finger between her lips, he growled.
“Yours, sir.”
He winked at her, then stepped aside, and Chloé was smart enough to know what was about to happen next.
Her eyes shifted to where Ethan was now tossing his jacket to the floor and rolling his sleeves up his forearms. Then he stepped in front of her and leaned down to lick Zayne’s cum from between her breasts.
He raised his head and hooked an arm beneath both her knees. As he teased her poor, deprived pussy with the head of his cock, she bucked forward and pushed against him.
“You ready for me, petite fille ?”
She used her restraints to cant her hips against him and nodded. “Yes, sir.”
And that was all the permission he needed.
Ethan sank into her willing body like his dick was designed to be there. Her warm, hot core enveloped him, and when he felt it begin to pulse around him, he knew he didn’t have long.
He gripped her bare thighs and withdrew from her tight core, then he dug his fingers into her soft flesh and powered back in hard. When she cried out, he did it again and again, until she was gripping her restraints and holding on for dear life.
Her desperate cries made his climax difficult to hold off as he reached between her spread legs to rub her clit. Her pussy clenched around his thick length, and as she rocked on him and squeezed her eyes shut, she shouted her release at the top of her lungs.
It was one of the most spectacular fucking things he’d ever seen, and as her body trembled with her orgasm, Ethan pulled out, gripped his cock, and stroked himself to a climax that just about knocked him off his feet.
As cum exploded from him all over her bare, glistening pussy, a primal shout of possession ripped from his throat and echoed through the air. “Mine…”
“Yours…” she panted, her eyes glazing over.
Ethan’s chest heaved as he looked over the beautiful mess that was her spent body, and Zayne moved in to unfasten the cuffs.
As he scooped her up in his arms, all noise other than the soft sighs coming from Chloé faded, as the three of them left the room to go back to their private space.
From contracts to cuffs. From I-love-yous to this public claiming.
Chloé was now theirs in every definition of the word, and they would do whatever it took to keep it that way.