EPILOGUE TWO
FALCON - LOVE AND TOY
I watched Beau play with Sylvie in the common room for long enough with their dominance games that I was hard up for my own brat and toy—depending on who wanted the role that night.
Beau liked to be worshipped, that much was clear as he made Sylvie wait for him night after night on her knees, squirming when he played with her with his toes teasing between her legs while the other frat boys and myself watched on, or gently choking her with his cock while he deep throated her and held meetings, teasing the fuck out of everyone present with the sounds she made for him on demand.
I admired his control, and wanted to be a fly on the wall in his room when he fucked her, wondering if he took her gently, though I doubted it. Rumor had it that he and Crush shared their girlfriends at a local club. I was keen to check the place out with Bella and Rose, but for tonight, I had a different game in mind.
“Take her inside my room and prep her,” I’d told him earlier.
Rose and I were still at a learning point. Bella was the girl I loved beyond a doubt, and though we’d recently moved past a place of gentleness, Rose…he came from my father’s mafia hangers on. But he knew my preferences and liked to play with us both. He’d kissed me the night I met Bella on my super yacht bearing the same name as my girlfriend, and I’d talked to her about inviting him into our circle. She’d agreed, excited to try anything that pleased me, it seemed and together the three of us…worked, for whatever reason.
I’d go with it until we didn’t.
Tonight, Beau had Sylvie on display. Her cheeks colored as he toyed with her breasts publicly, and she moaned for him, slutting it up as she seemed to know he wanted, even if humiliation wasn’t her thing. He gave her his thumb to suck on when it grew too much for her and she sighed, sinking into her submission. My cock hardened at the sight, and that was my cue to attend to my own submissive, waiting for me behind a locked door.
Unlike Beau, I didn’t share with the rest of the team, only one I trusted, and I didn’t want anyone else looking at Bella the way Rose and I did.
“Have a good evening.” I murmured, setting my whiskey glass on a side table and vacated the room without another word.
I made my way up the stairs where Crush’s door was shut. He and his girlfriend, Willow, were in her dorm room tonight, I guessed from the silence behind his door, and Dex and Zin were already passed out after a marathon session earlier while we all headed downstairs for their privacy.
A double knock on my door earned me a run of footsteps and soft voices. The lock clicked. I counted to five to let Rose setup whatever scene he wanted me to see when I walked in. The emaciated man who never seemed to put on weight no matter how much I tried to feed him liked to set up artistic scenes.
He also loved watching ballet and once danced before he fucked up one knee in his youth. Then drugs took him along the path of addiction, and he ended up as a messenger boy for my father, the Gianio mafia Don in Italy.
And now, he worked for me.
Tonight, he stood off to one side, his hands coiled around Bella’s heart shaped face as he arched her backwards into his kiss. She balanced one knee on a chair, her pale lilac dress ripped violently down the front to expose most of her stomach, and one breast. He groped her until she mewled, her hips tilted up for him. His pants were undone, his already cock out as she reached back and returned the favor, fondling him until he hardened for her.
Then, as I watched, he held her by the top of her head, and pushed downward, pivoting her on her knees to engulf his cock in her mouth in a single flow of movement so sensual I swore that I could feel her hot saliva coat my own cock.
“Fuck,” I muttered, barely shutting the door behind myself as she sank deep on his cock, taking him to the back of her throat.
I ignored my girlfriend and stared straight at the man who had orchestrated the scene, cupping his face between my hands and melded our mouths together. He moaned as I kissed him deeply, thrusting my tongue into his mouth and tasting her there.
“Please,” he whispered, already unbuttoning my shirt as her hands worked at my pants, rubbing me to hardness though I was already there after their act. “We need you.”
“Then suck.” I waited long enough for Bella to loosen my belt then grabbed his hair and shoved him to his knees to join her on the floor at my feet.
One of them fished my cock out of my pants then their mouths were on me. My head tipped back enjoying the pleasure of two hot, wet mouths licking and sucking along the hard length of my cock. Precum beaded at the head and someone captured that, licking it away like a trophy.
I glanced down in time to see them sharing my precum in a kiss so heady I had to shift my stance wider to avoid from swaying. My hands reached for them, massaging their scalps as they kissed and licked me, sucking and fondling my cock and balls.
“Who is the toy tonight?” I whispered, barely able to speak as they played with me in tandem.
“Toy,” Bella spoke first, claiming the right as she slithered out of her ruined dress and turned around to present her ass to me, holding herself open. “Please?”
“Love me tonight?” Rose leaned down to bite her ass. “She insisted,” he murmured when she whimpered and writhed for us both.
I raised an eyebrow, reaching for the lube on my nightstand. I hadn’t done a lot of anal with Bella, but if that’s what she wanted tonight, and I needed it rough, then that’s what I would give her.
I startled when her cold hand closed on my outstretched wrist, so much closer than I expected.
“Sorry,” she grinned at me, kissing my cheek.
“Very sorry.” Rose’s hand on my other wrist was equally cold, and clinked.
I looked down at both wrists, encircled with custom made titanium cuffs that I knew I wouldn't be getting out of any time soon, because I had used them on Rose several times.
“This is…different.” I looked back at them, holding each gaze one at a time to register my curiosity at their actions. “Did you have a plan for afterward? Because I’ll be fucking furious once you let me go.”
“Maybe.” Bella leaned down and nipped my earlobe with her teeth.
“You fucking little brat.” I hissed air between my lips. “Give me that sassy mouth.”
She kissed me hungrily as I requested, then pulled back, only to sink down and suck my cock like she wanted to devour me.
“Fuck,” I muttered, straining against the cuffs that refused to budge from where I had drilled the supporting chains into my heavy wooden bed posts. Dammit, I'd done a good enough job that they weren’t budging. I was here until they let me out.
“May I?” Rose slid his hands under my half undone shirt and worked on my cuffs, then at my nod, slipped it off me. His hands brushed over my nipples.
He played there for a while, teasing me until I rested my head back against his shoulder. He sighed his pleasure at being allowed to touch me freely, and I smiled at the new knowledge, secreting it away.
My pants he pushed down to my knees, apparently not caring about comfort. I added that misdemeanor to his tally.
“Be careful what you do tonight,” I murmured in warning.
He leaned in and licked across my bottom lip the same way I had the night I met him. “Don’t worry, I have a plan,” he whispered.
My cock pulsed in Bella’s mouth, and she moaned, pulling off me. Her body turned and she impaled herself on my cock, working herself onto me until her peachy ass pressed to my thighs where I still knelt upright, my arms stretched out in a cross position. Bella rocked herself back and forth on my cock, moaning softly.
“I could have done this for you, Bella,” I chided her.
“Mm, but this way, we get to fuck you as our toy.” Rose picked up the lube, added a generous amount in his hand and shifted behind me. Cold fingers slid down my crack and I groaned my pleasure as he worked his fingertips into my asshole as Bella fucked herself gently onto my cock.
“Slow, gorgeous. Or I’ll disgrace myself for you,.” I murmured, gritting my teeth.
Rose reached around and flicked my nipples. “But your stamina is legendary. I wanted to test that out.” One finger, then two, invaded my hole. He pumped my cock slowly, working me at the same rate as she did. Pleasure built as she fucked me gently, and I shuddered.
“This could be very fast,” I muttered, unwilling to break the picture he had in his head but giving him a fresh dose of reality at the same time.
Rose laughed in delight. “Did you think we were going just once?” He kissed just below my ear as his fingers disappeared and more lube poured down my crack. “Deep breath,” he mocked, using the same words I said to him on our first time and I knew he would be hard and brutal, just as I had been to him.
I closed my hands into fists. And smiled.
Brutal, I could survive.
He lodged his cock at my hole and pushed forward. I groaned my pain laced pleasure as he fucked me into her, willing myself to not come too fast. The feel of him inside me for the first time was exquisite. I gasped as I filled Bella too fast but Rose just laughed at my humiliation, reaching under me to grasp my balls and squeeze.
“You do need training up, don’t you?” he mocked, stroking and fucking me at the same time.
I gasped, straining in my cuffs as my cock hardened impossibly. My orgasm stuck in my throat until I could barely breathe. Bella fucked herself on my hardening cock, moaning like a beautiful slut for us both.
And then I discovered what being fucked by Rose really meant. The artistic man had a sadistic streak as he slammed into me over and over. My ass was on fire as I cried out. He sucked on my neck, rubbing my balls and tugging on them every time I thought I might come, preventing the urge. My cock sprang back to life until we were jackhammering into Bella together.
When he finally let my balls go, I screamed through my orgasm, filling her with everything I had left and slumped forward in my chains.
Rose withdrew with the sort of tenderness I understood from the man, kissing all over me. He disappeared while Bella stayed with me. A moment later he returned, cleaning my body with a warm washcloth. Then they unchained me and wound us together, rubbing cream into the places that needed it on both of us.
“We wanted you to understand what it felt like to be our toy tonight.” He held us both gently, Bella curled between us, and kissed me over her head. “How overwhelming and blissful it can be. Because I love being your toy, and I didn’t want you to miss that, sir. I didn’t know if maybe you might want to be our toy again, just sometimes,” he offered hesitantly. “But also I understand if you need to punish me for taking your freedom.”
He hung his head, and kissed the top of Bella’s.
I watched them carefully, how he wrapped his body around hers, protective to the last. This had been her idea, not his and yet he risked me casting him out of our relationship when our love was the most tenuous at this point. Despite my burning asshole, I smiled.
“Yes, it was overwhelming, but it was also all the things you described. I would love to be your toy and to experiment, but on occasion, please,” I murmured. “I might be a…good toy.”
“I’d like that,” Bella’s voice came out of the middle of our melee, albeit muffled.
I reached between our bodies to squeeze her cheeks. “Of course you would, you little brat,” I murmured fondly.
She snuggled in, and Rose leaned his head on top of hers, sighing when I kissed his lips, and let his eyes drift shut.
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