Gavin #3
“Very funny. No, it didn’t magically show up. I just assumed you would be a brat tonight and brought it with me. Be glad I waited until we got home to put it on you.” There is no trace of amusement in his tone.
Not being able to see seems to heighten my other senses. Something cold runs across my wrist, and I jump at the sensation.
“I happened to have something else in my pocket all night as well. You remember the handcuffs you put on Gavin the other day, right? Do you feel like wearing them for me tonight?”
I nod my head yes.
“Actual words, please.”
“Yes, Sir.” The words come out breathy. Heat begins to pool low in my stomach at the idea of being handcuffed and blindfolded for him.
He pulls both of my wrists to the small of my back, forcing me to rest my chest against the back of the couch.
He cuffs one wrist at a time. The cold metal biting into my sensitive skin.
Atlas flips my skirt up, running his hands up the outside of my thighs before grabbing my knife from where it was clipped to the right side of my panties.
Just because Trevor is gone doesn’t mean I no longer need to carry one.
If anything, it only proves that I should always have it on me in case I am ever put in a situation like that again.
I hear the distinct click of the blade flipping into place before my panties are cut free from my body.
A gasp tears from my lips when he does it.
“Mhmm. That's better. Safe word?”
“I know it.” I sigh as he runs his hand across my ass, groping and squeezing.
“Say it out loud.” His words sound heavy, like what he is doing to me affects him the same way it does me.
“Why the hell does it matter if I say it out loud or not?” My annoyance slips through my tone. Something solid and warm smacks me on the forehead and I am immediately pissed. “Did you just fucking-?”
“Slap my dick on your forehead? Yes, I did. Now stop being a brat.”
My entire body freezes. I forget how to breathe altogether.
That was not Atlas. No, that voice was half an octave lower and belongs to Gavin.
I feel Atlas’ hands on me. He runs his fingers along my spine as Gavin brushes the piece of hair that fell into my face out of the way.
Atlas is telling me I am safe without saying a word.
Both of them are trying to let me know that this stops the second I want it to.
“Now answer your Sir for me, Little Demon.”
“Spoon.”
“What was that, brat? I don't think I heard you.” The warmth in his voice makes me squirm a bit. Desperation is taking over completely at this point. I don't know where this is going, but I need to know. I need more. I think I need them. Both of them.
“Spoon!” The words leave my mouth as a plea and the boys answer it. Atlas grips my hips, sinking inside me inch by inch. When my lips part on a moan, Gavin takes the opportunity to gag me on his dick at the same time.
“You can’t exactly say your safe word with your mouth full. If at any point it becomes too much, open and close your fist three times. Can you do that?” Atlas’ voice is tender.
I do my best to nod my head with Gavin still in my mouth.
Happy with my response, they take turns thrusting in and out.
Every snap of Atlas’ hips pushes Gavin further into my mouth.
The stretch of my lips gives me a guess as to how big he is, even though I can't see him.
Being blindfolded makes this almost overwhelming.
The scent of eucalyptus and mint invades my senses.
Is that what Gavin smells like? I've smelled it before but never this strongly.
I've caught whiffs of it in passing, but never concluded that the scent was him this entire time. It was his scent mixing with Atlas’ tonight at Elixirs, and even now the mixture is intoxicating.
It smells like safety and excitement all warped together.
My head is spinning with the amount of euphoria I am feeling right now.
I can't keep up with what is going on. I can only sit here and feel it.
Atlas picks up his pace, thrusting faster and faster, bringing me closer to the edge.
Gavin is basically fucking my mouth at this point. Both of their hands are everywhere.
“Such a good job, Chaos. She is taking her punishment so well. Isn’t she, Gavin?” Atlas places kisses on my shoulder.
“She is doing such a good job. You’re taking this so well, Little Tornado.” Gavin’s thumb caresses my lips where they stretch around him.
The praise and pleasure are a heady concoction, bringing me even closer to my release.
I have saliva dripping down my chin. I can’t move.
I'm blindfolded and handcuffed, and the only thing on my mind is that I'm doing a good job taking them while both of them punish me for being a brat.
If they think this will stop me from being a brat, they are so wrong.
I moan around Gavin’s length. It seems to be enough to finally make him lose control. He grips my throat. Not hard enough to cut off my air, but he uses his grip on my neck to hold me in place while his thrust grow deeper and harder.
Atlas reaches around me, rolling my clit between his fingers, giving me exactly what I need to climax.
Gavin’s pace falters as warm, salty liquid coats my tongue.
I swallow every drop he feeds me; Atlas follows soon after.
Gavin pulls out of my mouth with a pop, wiping my face clean before I no longer feel his touch.
Atlas removes the blindfold. Gavin’s retreating back is the first thing my eyes land on.
The ache in my chest stings a bit. The feeling of not being good enough is sinking in.
Did I do something wrong? Did he not enjoy it?
No. He doesn’t get to just walk away this time.
As soon as Atlas unlatches a cuff from my left wrist, I am on my feet chasing after Gavin.
Gavin
I originally went into the living room to make sure Maizyn was okay.
The night took a sour turn. It didn’t feel right going to bed without at least checking in on her.
Imagine my surprise when I walk in to find her bent over our couch, blindfolded and handcuffed.
She is obviously doing just fine. I should walk back to my room and pretend like I didn’t see anything.
My feet move but not in the direction I told them to go.
I blink and the next thing I know, I’m standing right in front of her.
I watch as Atlas flips her skirt up, using her own knife to cut her panties from her body.
My dick is already straining against my zipper.
It takes all the strength I possess to keep my hands off her.
I adjust myself, trying to alleviate the discomfort.
How would she feel if she knew I was watching her right now?
Atlas must notice my dilemma. The cocky asshole notices everything, so I am not surprised. We make eye contact. The look on his face says it all. He is testing me. Between the smug smile and mischief in his eyes, it’s clear he is baiting me to see what I do next.