15. Peyton
PEYTON
There had been a few minutes as I arrived that I’d thought they were serious and Leo was actually upset with me. If I hadn’t already learned to read them, I’d be freaking out.
But having all three of them around me, their hot bodies pressed in close enough that their erections grazed my thighs and stomach, I understood what was happening.
A new game. Punishment for my crimes.
My core heated, and I let out a breathy sound. “Do you want me to apologize?” I met Viktor’s gaze and let my eyes roam over his body, slowly moving to his crotch. “Or is there some other way I can say I’m sorry?”
“We’ll tell you what you can and cannot do.” His hand tightened in my hair, tugging with just enough force to pull me around. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” I gave him a contrite expression, lowering my lashes. “Whatever you say. Sir.”
A hum of approval buzzed my ear, the sound coming from Misha’s lips as he kissed my neck. “That’s our good girl. You’re ours, Peyton. We can do anything, ask anything, and you are going to accept.”
Again, if I didn’t know them, I might be afraid. But we’d been together enough, and they’d told me often enough, that one no from me and it all stopped.
I wasn’t ready to say anything other than, “Tell me what I can do to make it up to you.”
Viktor led me to the playroom, one hand in my hair, the other on my spine, both touches gentle.
Misha went ahead of us and opened the door, stepping back to let us through.
Viktor nudged me toward a large cushion in front of a set of mirrors. “Take off your clothes and get on your knees.” He released me and removed his shirt. “You do not touch us unless we say, and only how we say. Tonight is about our pleasure. Do well, and you’ll be rewarded.”
It was the first time they’d gone this route, and I was all for it. I slid my shirt up over my head and shimmied out of my skirt. “All of my clothes?” I reached behind my back for the clasp of my bra, undoing it when Viktor nodded.
Within minutes, we were all naked, and I’d found a comfortable spot on my knees. The mirrors reflected my body, and theirs, back at me. I ignored mine and concentrated on them. They settled in a semi-circle, Viktor directly in front, Leo on my left, and Misha on my right.
“Open your mouth and lay out your tongue.” Viktor palmed his cock, stroking the thick length as it twitched and swelled.
I followed his instructions, hands in my lap and body fully primed to give them everything they asked for.
Maybe it should feel wrong. Maybe I should feel used or degraded, but I didn’t. I was the only thing they wanted, and there was enough power in knowing that to cause heat and warmth to bloom, tightening my pussy.
Viktor plunged his cock into my mouth, going deep enough to gag me. “That’s right. Gag on my cock. Make that beautiful sound.” He fisted my hair again, pulling me away so I could breathe. “We’re all going to come in that sweet mouth.”
“Sweet?” Leo pinched my chin and pulled me to his dick. “This mouth isn’t sweet.” He thrust into me, and I wrapped my lips around his shaft, sucking as hard as I could. He grunted, his hips rolling him deeper. “This is a filthy mouth. And this is what a filthy mouth is good for.”
I sucked harder, a whimper of need burning the back of my throat. Not for them to stop, for this to never end. I widened my jaw and licked the underside of his cock, popping my mouth off his thick head and sliding my cheek along his length.
“I almost called you into my office.” Leo fucked his cock along my cheek, then into my mouth. “I wanted to put you underneath my desk and force you to suck my cock all afternoon. It is what you deserve.”
“Yes.” I tried to speak, but his cock filled my mouth, forcing me to garble the word around him. I nodded and closed my eyes. Yes. Please. I should be horrified at the thought. After all, I was the one who’d set up the boundaries they abided by at work.
But the image lodged in my head. I could see myself tucked beneath his desk, his pants unzipped and my mouth doing exactly what he wanted.
A pinching sensation swept over the back of my head.
“My turn.” Misha pulled me off Leo and guided me onto his dick. He feathered his hands through my hair, then gripped the sides of my head and pumped his hips. “I want to come in that filthy mouth. Will you let me do that?” He dragged my mouth off him with a pop.
“Yes. Come in my mouth. Punish me for talking about you.” I shifted my weight.
My breasts grew heavy, my need for them forcing me to squeeze my legs tight as wetness pooled beneath me. “I deserve to be punished. Please.” I opened my mouth for him, one hand lifting to caress his balls.
I’d never touched him like that before. I’d grown more confident over the last few weeks, but some things still made me uncomfortable because I didn’t know if it was acceptable.
Misha cursed and rubbed the head of his cock back and forth over my parted lips. “You look so good with my cock in your mouth.” He stroked deep, and I used my other hand to squeeze the base while my mouth worked him as deep as possible.
I’d told them we would keep things professional at work, and I’d broken the rules.
Now that I had, I was tempted to test my own boundaries. In the time we’d been together, I’d learned to trust them.
They understood my boundaries.
And they knew how far they could push me.
Like tonight. I accepted this position on my knees, letting them do whatever they wanted to me, with me, because I trusted them.
Things would never go beyond my comfort zone, and I could let go of my need to control the situation because they had my back. And my front.
They protected me.
“That’s my girl. Open wide.” Viktor shoved his cock next to Misha’s, tempting me to take both. “Be good for us, and we’ll reward you when we’re done. You remember that toy you like?”
Which one? I wanted to ask. They had so many. I’d gotten a glimpse into the drawer and cabinet on a few occasions, and despite using several, there were even more that I had no idea what they were for. I couldn’t wait to find out.
“I think she’s ready to have someone in that ass.” Leo leaned over me, gliding his cock along the side of my neck. “Who will it be, Peyton? Who gets to be the first one to take your ass?”
I shook my head and sat back. “You decide. I want you to decide everything tonight. The only thing I ask is that you make me scream.”
“Holy fuck.” Misha groaned and sank onto the pillows next to me. “Forget coming in that mouth. I need this.” He ran a hand between my legs and cupped my pussy. “So fucking wet for us. I need it.”
Without so much as a look at anyone else, Misha pushed me onto my back and spread my legs.
I expected him to sink into me, but he brought his face down to the apex of my thighs and took a deep, deep breath.
Then he licked me, taking in all of me in one sweep from his tongue. My hips bucked upward, and he groaned.
“That’s it. Just like that first night. I need you on my face.” He flipped onto his back. “Turn around, Peyton. I want in your mouth.”
Leo and Viktor sank into the chairs beside the bed and stroked their cocks.
“Do as he says.” Viktor’s commanding tone sent me scrambling to obey.
I straddled Misha’s face and bent to lick the head of his cock. He mimicked my action, swiping his tongue along my sex.
His chin pressed into my clit, the short beard scratching just enough to make things interesting.
His arms wrapped around my thighs, pulling me down hard enough to draw out a gasp.
Within minutes, we were locked together, the two of us panting and groaning around the other. I double-fisted his shaft, stroking everything my mouth couldn’t reach.
Misha worked his face from side to side, the pressure building to an impossible level. Pleasure spiked so hard and fast, I collapsed onto him, my body shuddering.
Viktor and Leo were there an instant later, moving me off Misha and pressing my back into Leo’s chest.
“This is mine.” He splayed a hand over my stomach, the head of his cock pressing into my ass. “All mine. I claim first rights, Peyton.” He eased into me.
I wiggled my hips, the pressure intensifying.
Too much. Fuck. He was too big. I couldn’t do this.
I opened my mouth to tell him, but then he pressed his thumb against my clit, making small circles.
“Oh, fuck.” I groaned and arched. What had been too much was now not enough.
“More.” My spine bowed, thrusting my breasts up. “More.”
Then, Viktor was there, the head of his cock notched at my entrance. He took a nipple into his mouth, his teeth worrying it as he thrust deep.
“Ahh.” I lost the ability to speak.
“I’m not even halfway in yet, Peyton.” Leo nipped my earlobe and inched his way in. “You’re so damned tight. Such a sweet, tight ass.”
Viktor raised his head. “You’re going to take all of him.
All of us. We changed our minds. This is what we want right now.
Your mouth is going to be far too busy screaming our names.
And we want to hear it.” He bottomed out inside me, then hooked his arms around my knees and spread my legs as wide as they’d go. “Look.”
I whimpered but looked down where they locked inside me.
Leo’s cock strained.
Viktor withdrew to the tip, and my entire body quaked at the emptiness.
I shouldn’t feel empty with Leo invading deeper into my ass with every second, but I was a greedy bitch. I wanted it all. “Please.” I gripped Viktor’s hips and tugged. “More.”
He clicked his tongue at me. “You do not make the rules tonight, Peyton. I thought we made that clear.”
I whimpered as Viktor withdrew as well. “No. Please.”
Leo climbed off the bed. “Make her pay, Viktor.”
Viktor flipped me onto my stomach, then hauled me onto my knees and pushed my head into the mattress. “You wanted more.” A stinging slap bounced across my ass. “This is what you get.”
I cried out, the light pain spiking my pleasure. Without even thinking about it, I pushed my hips back, the emptiness unbearable. “I need to come. Please. I’m so empty. I need you.”
“You need what we say you need.” Viktor slapped my ass again, harder and sharper than before.
“Leo wanted to claim your ass. You had him right there. We were both there, both ready to give you what you needed. But then you had to open that mouth again.” He rubbed his cock between my legs but did not enter me.
“Have you ever been gagged, Peyton? You said you wanted to scream, and we want to hear it. But maybe you need a little more discipline first. Misha would like that. You make him crazy.” Another glide of his shaft that left me quaking.
“Misha is a hunter. He likes to stalk and subdue his prey. Would you like to play?”
What was I supposed to do?
“I asked you a question.” Another pop on my ass brought out a howling yes.
The weight on the bed shifted, and I didn’t have to look over my shoulder to know that Viktor had moved away.
Misha stalked over, a blindfold in one hand and handcuffs in the other.
A gag dangled from his wrist, and he waved all three at me. “The thrill starts with the chase. You have thirty seconds.” He helped me to the edge of the bed. “Run.” A pat on my ass sent me racing toward the door.
I didn’t even have the mental capacity to count. It didn’t matter. I wanted to be caught. I wanted to do all the things they imagined.
Footsteps sounded behind me. I’d barely made it a dozen steps when a strong arm wrapped around my waist, another around my throat. Misha squeezed just enough to make me lose my breath.
The bondage happened in slow motion.
First the blindfold, then the handcuffs.
Finally, the gag. Misha marched me in the direction of the playroom, but within seconds, I’d become so disoriented, all I knew was the sensation of his hands on my body.
My already peaked nipples tightened until they hurt.
When Misha stretched my arms over my head and something rattled before he locked my arms in place, I moaned around the gag.
Then he was inside me. One second, I was empty and desperate and the next, he’d filled me, driving into me so hard and fast, it forced me onto my tiptoes.
I sucked air, only for Leo to spread my ass and pump into me from behind.
Even my hair stood at attention as they worked my body. Leo moved gently but forcefully, claiming me as he said he would.
My body worked to accommodate them, and the pressure intensified once again to that impossible level. Leo’s cock reached a part of me that I didn’t know existed. My legs turned soft, my knees refusing to hold up.
When Misha retreated, Leo went deep, then they switched and filled me together. It was that combination, the impossible fullness, that ended me.
I screamed around the gag, my pleasure so incredible that it had to be unleashed.
Nothing like this had ever happened before.
I wanted more.
All the time. Every day.
How was I ever going to go back to regular sex after this? Even the things we’d done up until now suddenly seemed tame by comparison.
My body locked onto them, my walls clamping down so tight, I felt every ridge and vein when they tried to move.
“You’re strangling my cock, sweetness,” Leo crooned in my ear. “It feels so good. You let me claim your ass, and this is your reward.” Somehow, he managed to thrust deeper, and another, stronger orgasm ripped through my body. He came with a curse, Misha right behind him.
By the time they finished, their cum dripped down my inner thighs.
Unlike before, they didn’t clean me up. Instead, Misha removed my bonds and eased me into Viktor’s arms.
“We’re not done yet.” He lifted me onto the bed and settled between my thighs, seating his cock in one thrust. “You think you cannot come again. Especially not like that. But you have not experienced all I am capable of.”
The thickness of his cock stretched me, and despite my disbelief, he proved to speak the truth as my body responded to his movements.
Pleasure built once again at the base of my spine and stretched, spreading through my entire body.
I came apart, screaming his name. As I came down from the staggering heights of multiple orgasms, I knew one thing for certain.
I was falling for them. All three of them.