36. Complete
Chapter thirty-six
Complete
(Danica)
“What is it about you Italian thugs that make you look so pretty on your knees before me?” I tug their leashes taut, forcing Dante and Alessio to look up at me as I tower above them, naked except for my pegging harness and heels.
They don’t answer, just obediently regard the Madame of the house with their hard cocks poking up from their laps like antennae, their bodies bare except for the exquisite matching collars fastened around their necks. Two adoring puppies.
I found them fucking in the pool when I woke up from my nap.
Imagine that?
Dante in the pool?
Only Alessio could convince him to do that.
After I joined them, things quickly escalated to this point where the Dons waited for my next command on their knees.
“Look how beautiful you are when you submit.” I stroke each of their cheeks as they remain docile by my feet, hip to naked hip, hands on their thighs like good boys.
The lines that are supposed to box our desires have long since blurred when the three of us play together, supported by the key pillars of consent, trust, and communication.
On those rest the safe space we’ve created, a safe space to explore even our wildest fantasies—with my husband and my boyfriend. Oh god, I’m so lucky.
I love all our games, but few give me as much pleasure as having them both submit to me.
“Get up, Alessio,” I command, forcing him to follow the tug of his leash off the ground while Dante remains by our feet.
“Whatever you desire, Madame.” Oh, how I love the sound of that word.
Pulling him down to my level, I kiss Alessio deeply, enjoying the choking sounds as I pull on his leash, tightening the slip ring of his collar.
“Dante, darling husband o’mine. Don’t you want to show me how good you are with your mouth?” I tug his leash toward us, and he happily takes Alessio’s cock between his lips. Just enough to make Alessio fully hard, hard enough to complain bitterly when I pull Dante’s head off his cock.
I push Alessio onto the bed with enough force to send him toppling onto the luxurious satin sheets with a bounce.
“You too, baby. Beside him.”
Dante joins Alessio on the bed, and the boys exchange a beautiful kiss, weaving their fingers together.
My heart melts, and my insides burn with desire as I watch them, beyond aroused at the scene.
Unrolling their leashes around my fists, I give them space, letting them cuddle and play fight.
“Enough!”
They gasp, choking, as I yank the leashes, forcing their attention back to me. “Now, who’s first?”
“Please, Madame. I’m ready.” Alessio cries, his cock hard, desperate to be touched, but completely unstimulated.
“Very well then. Dante, you may continue touching him, but slowly. Nobody comes without permission. This party can turn from pleasure to pain very quickly if you don’t respect my rules.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” they both echo, Alessio grunting as Dante’s fingers tease the underside of his cock head—his most sensitive spot.
“Now relax. Focus on Dante’s hand, on your breathing.” They know the instructions by now, but I go through the motions every time, reminding them to unclench, to let me in as my lubed cock penetrates their tight asses.
I slip a condom over the dildo, positioning Alessio’s ass near the edge of the bed, his knees pushed to his chest.
Dante still finds easy access, caressing Alessio’s dick with such tender touches.
Carefully, I prep the Joker’s ass with my finger, making sure he’s ready for me.
“Now, let’s see if we can make a nice little mess of you. I bet you’ll take me like a good boy, won’t you?”
Alessio nods furiously. “Please, fill me, Miss.”
Tightening the grip on his leash, I push inside, slowly at first, until he relaxes around my cock, letting me fill him to the brim, groaning loudly as I fuck him into the bed, hitting his prostate again and again while Dante jerks him off.
I catch my husband’s eye, and we exchange a smile before returning our attention to making Alessio come—a great team effort.
He doesn’t last long; within minutes Alessio is screaming my name, tears streaking down his cheek, begging to come. But I don’t let him, no, I leave him on the edge, crying, furious, unsatisfied.
I throw the condom on the floor and replace it with a fresh one before switching sides, pushing Dante’s knees to his chest while Alessio, still hard, still needy, closes his fist around Dante’s shaft, pumping him in tune with my thrusts.
I feel so powerful, on top of the world, as I frivolously toy with the Dons’ pleasure, tormenting them with the one thing they need but I won’t give them—permission to come.
“Please, Danica! Please!” Dante is near delirious with his need to ejaculate, but we all know the chances of me allowing that are slim.
“Leave him,” I tell Alessio, and Dante crumbles in despair, his cock aching for release, on the brink, so damn close, but oh, so far.
“Please, have a heart!” Foolish boy, he knows how this conversation ends. My black heart knows no mercy for crying little boys with swollen balls and dripping cocks.
I drag myself up onto the bed, smearing the wetness between my thighs on Dante’s leg as I do, straddling him with my legs spread wide.
“Don’t you know good boys finish last?” I laugh cruelly, fully in character now, as I pull his leash so taut that it nearly cuts off his air supply.
Dante doesn’t have a chance to reply because I shift upwards to settle on his chest, my pussy in his face.
“Eat up, puppy,” I instruct as his warm breath tickles my skin. “Madame is sopping down there.”
He doesn’t hesitate for a second. Dante’s tongue over my clit brings a gasp to my lips. So does Alessio’s large hands spreading over my breasts from behind as he joins us.
Nobody told him he could move but it feels too good for me to object. I lean back against Alessio as he caresses my breasts, tweaking my nipples between his fingers, his face buried in my neck, kissing me, licking me, biting me.
Dante may or may not be able to breathe, but he doesn’t ease up on his rhythm for one second, eating my pussy like a fucking boss. I know he’d signal his safe word if he really were at risk of suffocating, but his hands remain hooked over my thighs, holding my ass in place in front of his face.
My moans grow louder and louder as the climax tugs at the edges of my skin, starting warm in my belly and then growing wider and wider as it ripples outward in waves of passion, until I’m screaming—no words in particular, just a high-pitched wail of ecstasy, coming so hard!
“No more,” I pant finally, when I can take no more, and Dante lets up, gasping for air between my thighs.
Alessio topples us both off of Dante, the three of us sweaty messes under the lazy ceiling fan.
Maybe it’s 7 PM, maybe 11 PM. Who gives a fuck? The staff had long been sent home with the message that we would call them if we needed them.
The men sandwich me between them, wrapping me in their bodies as we all share kisses, snuggling, skin-to-skin—the most amazing feeling. Well, the second most amazing.
“I want you inside me,” I smile.
“Which one of us?” Alessio asks, pinching my cheek.
“Both of you,” I grin, licking his lips.
Alessio playfully smacks my ass. “Shotgun, I want the back!”
“Hey! I’m not an object.”
“Not for this game, no,” he concedes.
“I’m happy with that arrangement,” Dante says simply as he reaches his forefinger between my legs, dragging it through the slick wetness he himself caused. I moan at the intimate touch, my skin instantly covered in goosebumps again.
And then it’s my turn to get filled to the brim.
Dante sits up, supporting himself against the headboard as I climb onto his lap.
Keeping my eyes on his, I slowly lower myself onto his cock, guiding it in with my free hand, the other on his shoulder to steady my movements.
My orgasm is still fresh, and he slides right in, lubricated by my own cum.
“Missus Fera.” Dante smiles, hugging me close to his body when his cock is buried fully inside me.
With a wide smile, I kiss his forehead and then his lips, slowly bucking my hips, riding him.
“Don Fera.” He feels good inside, so perfect. The exact shape I need inside me: him.
Alessio gives us a moment before pushing me down on Dante’s chest, spreading my ass cheeks before him.
I gasp loudly as he fingers my hole, lubing me up for his thick erection.
Oh god, to have both of them at the same time…There is nothing else like it.
My ass stretches painfully over Alessio’s cock. His dick may be smaller than Dante’s, but it’s thick as fuck.
I’m convinced I can’t take all of him, even though I have before.
Alessio strokes my breast from behind. “Relax, cara mia.”
The tables are turned and I have to listen to my own advice, breathing, unclenching, taking him like a good girl. For him, I do all those things, easily.
And then he’s in, fully, both cocks just resting inside me for a moment as Alessio hugs me from behind, pushing me down on Dante so he can reach for a kiss too.
Dante takes a breast in each hand, firmly gripping my nipples, pinching them. Meanwhile, Alessio slowly pulls out, partially, only to thrust back in.
Oh god! So many sensations!
It forces my mind to empty, to hold onto nothing but feeling and sound and taste.
Especially when Alessio snakes his hand around to my clit, rubbing me while they both thrust inside me in some weird, synchronized movement that I cannot comprehend.
I’m on the brink of overwhelm as the intense stimulation surges through my veins. Nothing matters beyond this room. Beyond this island. It’s just the three of us now. Complete.
I find Dante’s eyes. They center me—emerald and pure; they are my home. Tears roll down my face, and he wipes them away.
“Are you okay, Tesoro?” my husband asks, concerned.
Sniffling, I smile. “I’m so happy,” I cry, and I am. I have everything I’ve always wanted.
This time, everyone gets permission to come.
Everyone gets a turn until we collapse a sticky mess on expensive sheets, a little bit closer to a cure for the curse of the insatiable.