Chapter 24 Demetria
Demetria
The second I saw her standing at the door, I knew I wanted her to stay. I shouldn’t want it, but I’m too drunk on the sensations I’m already experiencing to give a fuck. I want them both.
I’ll go back to hating her tomorrow. Maybe this is what she and Hayes need to get them to drop this dumb divorce notion and realize they still love each other.
I’ll get what I want now and they’ll get each other tomorrow and every day after. It’s a win-win… aside from the part where I have to let them both go.
I’m hanging from the ceiling with rough rope pulling at my skin, tugging at my nerves in the most delicious ways.
There’s also still rope rubbing against my aching clit, doing nothing to contain any of the excess moisture I’m producing because of this whole situation, and this fuckhead won’t let me come.
Raegan is right, I do get mouthy… especially when I’m deprived and edged.
Hayes is really fucking pushing it tonight and I’m fucking over it. I need to come. Now.
“Are you sure about this?” Hayes asks quietly, while placing a gentle hand on my head and stroking my hair softly. I’d like to take back my fuckhead comment now. He’s not so bad.
“Yes, Sir,” I confirm with as much of a nod as I can manage while tied up so thoroughly. “Please.”
He pats my head, then crouches down so his eyes can meet mine. “Okay, Babygirl. If you want her to join us, I need to know what you want from it before I let her in. Or what you don’t want.”
I grin and contemplate my next words. Hard. “Will you let her make me come?”
He grabs my chin in his hand, holding my attention and the command in the gesture causes my heart to skip a beat and my clit to actively throb.
Please say yes. “Not a fucking chance. Your orgasm belongs to me. Nice try, though.” He kisses me softly on the forehead and I can’t stop the blush it causes from creeping up my neck and taking up residence in my cheeks.
“Jokes aside. I need to know what you are and aren’t comfortable with. ”
“She knows me and she knows my limits. They haven’t changed and I trust her to respect them.” I release a breathy sigh. “I trust you both to keep me safe.”
After what he told me about his dad and what happened with Raegan, I don’t know if he needed to hear it, but I still needed to say it.
“Alright. I expect you to use your safeword, if you need it.”
He stands and all I can see are his bare feet padding toward the door, followed by what sounds like words being exchanged. Before long, there are two sets of feet in my field of vision, except one set is in heels.
“What a beautiful present you’ve wrapped up here, Hayes,” Raegan says in that familiar, firm tone I love so much. “What ever shall we do with her?”
Soft hands slide over my ass and I whimper at the delicate touch. I know it’s her. Hayes stripped me before he put the rope on me and I’m suddenly grateful to have so much exposed flesh.
Hayes reaches up to grab a handful of hair and tugs, pulling my head up so I can get a better view of him.
“I know what we’re not going to do with her.
” He gently slaps my cheek and I can’t say I hate this side of him.
“Go ahead, Little Pixie. Tell her what we’re not going to do until I say it’s time. Don’t forget your manners.”
Fuck. I already like this a little more than I should. I swallow a gulp of air. “You’re not going to let me come, Ma’am,” I tell her with a hint of pleading that I hope she hears.
She slaps my ass–hard–and my mouth falls open, releasing a silent plea for something more. “Look at you being so polite all of a sudden. You were being so bratty just a little bit ago. Tell me, Demetria, where did my little brat run off to?”
“Oh, god,” I mutter. They’ve barely touched me and I could already come.
“It’s not God you answer to right now,” she responds.
“It’s us.” Hayes. Fuck.
“What do we have here?” Raegan asks as she pulls my restrained legs farther apart than they feel like they’re capable of moving. Cool air greets my soaked center and my muscles tremble at the stretch she’s putting them through. “Mind helping me for a second, Hayes?”
His fingertips graze the open surface on my back as he moves to help her. My belly flips at the sensation. I need more.
“Here. Hold this leg for me, please?” Her voice is sweet when she’s speaking to him, a stark contrast to the tone she usually uses.
Maybe this is working. “I just need to–” Her fingers part the rope between my legs, revealing what I can no longer hide from them both.
“Ah. There’s that pretty cunt I was looking for. ”
Between them talking about me like I’m not even here and their eyes on me like I’m an object to inspect, my clit is pulsing as if it’s about to combust. If they touch it, I just might.
Hayes groans, “Jesus, Babygirl. I thought you were wet before, but now… you’re dripping all over my floor. You like us both looking at you like this? Touching you like this?” He swipes his thumb through the wetness until it lands directly against my clit.
“Y-yes, Sir,” I pant. Fucking hell. Every nerve ending I have feels like it’s on fire. “P-please. Ma’am.”
“Oh, don’t beg me, Demetria. I can’t help you with that. But if you promise to be a good girl, I will let you feel my tongue. Would you like that, Darling Girl?”
“Oh, god. Y-yes.”
A sharp sting assaults my breast and I open my eyes that I didn’t even realize were closed. When did she grab a riding crop?
“What did I tell you about speaking clearly?” she asks sternly. Fuck my life, I love her like this.
“Yes, Ma’am. Please use your tongue.” I want it so bad, but this is a bad idea. If I come before Hayes allows it, I have no doubt he’ll make me regret it.
She’s behind me again, but now Hayes has the crop and is waiting in front of me. At the height he has me suspended, she’ll surely have easy access.
I’m proven right, when she quickly lands her warm, wet tongue against my pussy, splitting me open and plunging it into my pussy with little warning.
“Oh, fuck,” I exclaim, lifting my head to plead with Hayes to let me come. All he offers is a subtle shake of his head. He looks like a fucking god standing there with his arms crossed and holding that crop like it’s an extension of him. “Kiss me… please, Sir.”
Hayes and I have never kissed, but I need the distraction from the way Raegan is circling my clit with her tongue and devouring my pussy like it’s her last fucking meal.
Bless his heart, though, because he doesn’t hesitate to get on his knees.
“You’re doing so well for us. Hang in there a little longer and I promise we’ll make it so good for you,” he whispers against my mouth, the warm air from his breath ghosting my lips.
“Be the good girl I know you can be.” And then he takes my mouth like he owns it.
His tongue gives my lips zero chance to object–not that they would–by diving into my mouth and colliding with my own.
We’re the embodiment of frantic energy as we consume each other.
Ripples of arousal shoot through my body with every hurried stroke of his tongue against mine.
I think I’d give anything for this kiss to last forever.
I moan heavily into his mouth as Raegan strokes her tongue up and down my pussy, lapping up every bit of my arousal.
So many sensations… all at once.
They both pull away at the same time, leaving me empty and longing for more.
“I need–”
Hayes pets my head gently. “What do you need, Babygirl? Tell us.”
“I need both of you… to fuck me. Please, I’m begging you.”