Chapter 45 Gedeon
GEDEON
Atear trickled down Kali’s cheek, following the path of the drop before it. “Please.” The dark strands plastered to her face matched the desperation in her begging. “Stop, I—”
“‘Stop’ means nothing to me.” I spread my legs wider as my erection strained against my unbuckled jeans. Watching Zion devour Kali like a starving dog thrown a slab of raw meat had hypnotized me. “You know your safe word. Say ‘hell’, and he will release you.”
“Please.” Another useless plea abandoned her.
She twitched in Zion’s arms, and he renewed his efforts in the assault on her pussy. Her cries drove him forward, his hips erratically jerking forward, into nothing.
I had been with men before, but it had never been like this, so utterly mind-scrambling I had to consciously will the storm inside me to subside to resist the orgasm about to crash just from watching him consume her.
The sight of her thighs clamping around his head and likely cutting off his air alone had brought me to the edge. Not a single touch necessary.
“You will take it, little death.” In search of a position that could alleviate the pressure, I rested my ankle on my knee. Coming by my own hand would not be a proper sentence for their crimes. “This is what it means to belong to me, to be held accountable for your actions.”
Angling her hips, Zion shifted on his knees, and I had to squeeze myself to put off the impending explosion.
Men, women, I could not care less what was between a person’s legs, but him… Seeing his sweaty muscles ripple and gleam in the dim light riled me up.
Had he always looked like that, been like that, called to me like that, or had I only noticed it after I had acted on it for the first time at Vice? Or after he had dropped to his knees before me in our shooting range?
For more than twelve years, my days had revolved around stats, facts, decisions, not reflections and ruminations. But Zion had thrown all that off the table. And put himself on top of it, his feet dangling, his head tipped aside, his wicked grin on full display.
He would send me teetering from how he affected me, particularly when he would tickle Kali and their laughter would ring across the square like rays of mid-spring sun, the beams so hot they would incinerate me.
“Oh— No— Please—” She thrashed in the binds—or more like, attempted to do so. Zion grasped her so brutally, she surely was going to boast finger-shaped bruises tomorrow.
“You make such a beautiful picture,” I said. “Both my possessions punishing each other.”
Zion tormenting her with pleasure and her convulsing on his shoulders had become my new favorite view.
And the sounds they were making? They weaved into a painting of highs and lows, of agony and bliss.
As Zion gripped himself, his firm pumps planted an idea in my mind. The sound of my zipper being pulled up drowned in their noises as I secured my pants. Enjoying Kali’s blush, I sauntered over to them, taking my time.
“Zion.” I crouched beside him. “You can stop,” I murmured so quietly, I wondered if he heard me.
But in the end, he released our girl, adjusting his grip on her backside so he could look at me. His usually chapped lips shined with her arousal.
Succumbing to the temptation, I wiped her juices off his face and tapped his bottom lip. “Open up.”
Without a single protest, he submitted, taking my forefinger deep inside his mouth and twirling his tongue in a way that reminded me of what it was like to have him use it on other parts of my body.
“So perfect.” I plucked my digit out, the film of his saliva chilling in the air.
“Ge— Gedeon,” Kali stammered, misery etched into each crevice of her expression, from the tears flowing down her nose to the pinkened flesh above her chest. “I ca—” she sniffled, “I can’t do this.”
“Yes, you can.” I rubbed her thigh, her skin clammy, a layer of sweat coating it from the exertion.
I cupped her ass cheek, my fingertips entering the perilous territory near her pussy. An inch more, and they dipped between her soaked folds.
She spasmed. “No, ple—”
I plunged two fingers inside her. Her back arched as she contracted, her moan pleasing the greediness inside me. Withdrawing, I replaced my digits with two others and thrusted a couple more times.
Squelching sounds blended with Zion’s heavy breathing as his focus narrowed to me fucking her, to how she took me. Soon, her wetness dripped down to my palm, and I swiped my thumb over it, utterly soaking my hand.
“You can continue.” I nodded to Zion, and he stuffed his face between her thighs, ignoring her shrieking.
Shuffling to kneel behind him, I gripped the base of his cock. Slowly, oh-so-slowly, I caressed him up to the tip, covering him in her fluids. His hips bucked, and he groaned into her, sending her gasping.
“You were the one who switched the clothing in my backpack.” I brushed my thumb over the tip, relishing how he trembled.
He was close, and I could not have that.
“The one who ordered the t-shirt to be made.” My grasp gentle, I stroked down, to the root, admiring how his thigh muscles bulged.
“So seven times will apply to you too. For every time she comes, I will bring you to the brink of madness, but you are not allowed to crash together with her.”
Him wreaking havoc on her clit muffled his grunt.
“Go on, Zion.” I jerked upward, twisting around his crown, applying just enough pressure for his ass to lift off his heels as he tried to fuck himself in my fist. “Make her come.”
He doubled his efforts, and a low thrum pierced her stuttering moans as he hummed into her, precisely how she liked it. She tensed up, her limbs locking up, and froze in a silent scream.
A shudder, and she collapsed, the restraints holding her upright. “One.”
I pumped Zion faster, relishing how their combined wetness let my palm glide so smoothly—
His ass clenched.
“Don’t you dare,” I warned him. “If you paint this floor with your cum, you won’t get to finish for weeks after.”
His howl slithered down my abdomen and into my underwear. I could lose myself in the power I held over him. The way he verged on crumbling because of me.
My free hand came to rest on his back, between Kali’s shins, and I began to rub idle circles.
To soothe him, to distract him, or to simply touch him, I was not certain.
But the slightly sticky skin flamed under my palm, his defined muscles hard planes I sought to fully explore, both leisurely and in a hurry.
As Zion lapped Kali up, time ceased holding meaning. Again and again, he made her fall apart, her voice weak as she counted one orgasm after another.
The feel of him about to come, him smothering his frustration between her thighs each time I denied him, it all descended on me like a cloud of authority, satisfying my sick craving for control.
“Six.” Her feeble count barely penetrated her pants as she slumped in the ropes, limp.
I stopped jerking Zion off once more, relishing his groan, teasing him by scratching his nape and up, his hair silk in my hand.
“One more,” I told Kali, and rained kisses on her knee thrown over Zion’s shoulder. From her shin to her thigh, I tasted her skin, overheated and slick—a dessert of the highest kind. “Only one more.”
Twisting around the crown of Zion’s shaft, eliciting a choke out of him, I encouraged, “You can take it.”
He thrusted into the air, the motion accentuating the firmness of his glutes, so different from Kali’s soft curves but so enticing I dreamed of bending him on all fours and sinking my teeth into his backside before slamming inside him to the hilt.
“You are doing so good, Zion,” I praised. “So good.”
He tilted her hips, latching onto her clit, and her floundering diminished, changed into a spasm, a gasp, a cry, and—
Like a spark, her body grew taut, combusting in internal flames. For a flicker, she stayed in the position, like a photograph, a snapshot, and then slumped. The rope thrown over the exposed beam in the ceiling creaked from her weight.
Releasing Zion’s cock, I licked my fingers, from the pinkie to the thumb. My chest rumbled as a peculiar taste flooded my mouth, the mixture of them both a drug I could consume daily.
With my breakfast. As a pick-me-up.
Kali’s head dropped on her chest, her breathing quietening, similar to how her sobs had already done so three releases ago.
Together with Zion, we carefully moved her legs off his shoulders, lowering her feet to the floor—
She swayed.
I caught her waist before she could sag and dislocate her shoulders by accident. Or so much as sprain them.
“I’m proud of you, Kali.” As I swiped the sweaty strands away from her nose, her eyes didn’t open. She was spent.
A groan ripped my attention to Zion, and my focus narrowed to the wetness drenching his chin and dripping to his chest.
He tousled his hair, the locks flying in all directions despite its short length. “She squirted.”
I was going to squirt myself from the mere visual of him on his knees, looking up at us like we were his world.
Carefully adjusting her weight as she leaned against me, I raised her chin. “You can squirt.” Three seconds ticked before her eyes opened, the forest flame inside them sputtering as I demanded, “I want to see it.”
“No.” Her head lolled as if about to fall off. “Seven… Seven…” she repeated, the distress evident in her murmurs.
“I know.” I wiped off the evidence of her tears. “But you kept this from me. And all secrets have a price. This is mine. I want to see you soak his face. Drench it.”
“Yes.” Zion squeezed himself.
“Stop,” I commanded. My resolve to teach them a lesson cracked as he threw his head back and his fists dropped to his sides. “You will make her come one more time, and you better make sure she squirts,” I rasped, my voice as splintered as my patience.
He lunged, grabbing Kali’s thigh and lifting it in the air, the knee bent. With her glistening pussy exposed, he resumed destroying her clit.
Fresh tears poured out of her as he manipulated the oversensitive tissue into overdrive. A couple of minutes, and she seized.
A man with famine’s claws deep inside him, Zion drank the wetness gushing out of her. His guttural noises fried my brain like lightning, rewiring my neurons to revolve permanently around them as the center of existence.
Hard as a rock, I strode back to the kitchen table and slumped in the seat I had previously occupied. Rubbing at my face, I observed how Zion whispered something to the sporadically convulsing, quivering mess Kali had become.
Her punishment might have reached the end, but he still needed to be taught a few things about subordination.
“Come here.” With my back straight, I reveled in how his expression melted from trepidation to resignation. “I said, come here, Zion.” As I hooked an elbow on the backrest, the wood cut into my flesh. “Or do you really want me to come get you myself?”
His throat bobbed, but he let Kali go warily, taking extra time to ensure she was going to be okay to hang in the ropes for a bit. Once he was sure she would not injure herself, he began to rise—
“That’s not what I meant.” I stopped him. “I didn’t say you could stand up.”
Confusion furrowed his eyebrows, but then they smoothed out, realization dawning on him.
Both of his palms hit the floor.