Bonus Epilogue #2
She bites her lip and nods, her eyes bouncing between us both. Tucker smiles at her then turns to me asking, “ass or pussy?”
I frown at him. “Don’t be crude.”
He laughs, turning his head to her and sucking on her nipple before he speaks again. “What? Just trying to get the hard decisions out of the way.”
I shake my head, then look at her as she watches our exchange, biting her lip. That makes my decision for me. “I want to take her from the front so I can stare into her eyes as she falls apart on my cock.” Her eyes widen and fill with heat, making me grin.
“Perfect, I want to get up close and personal with her pert little ass. I hope you’re in the mood for spankings, Sugar,” he says, giving her a wink.
Her face flushes and I move, ripping my clothes off and covering her body with mine.
I crush my lips to hers and sink my tongue in deep.
She moans into me as my tongue takes control of hers.
Sometimes I like to be gentle and soft with her, but sometimes I enjoy being a little more forceful.
She seems to enjoy me just as much each way, so I don't give a second thought to it as she moans against me, her hands digging into my back.
Tucker, now naked, lays at our side and pushes his hand between us to grab her breast and tweak her nipple.
She moans into me even more and starts grinding her wet pussy against me.
I can’t hold back anymore, so I line myself up and sink into her in one slow, long thrust. Her nails dig into my back as I grind into her.
I pick up my pace and lean up on my hands, thrusting harder and faster.
Tucker uses that opportunity to move his free hand to her clit and as soon as he rubs it, she convulses against me.
She screams our names as the orgasm rolls over her.
I grind my teeth, willing myself to hold back until we’re both inside her.
Not being able to wait anymore, I swiftly roll us so I am under her, my dick still in her tight cunt. I thrust slowly, trying to gently rile her back up. She jerks and gasps as Tucker appears behind her. She lets out a long moan, clearly enjoying whatever he’s doing to her ass right now.
“That’s it Sugar, you take my fingers so well.” I can feel her thrust against me as Tucker pumps his fingers into her. I take her mouth with mine again. She tastes like the most decadent dessert and I can’t get enough, I’ll never get enough.
I wrap one arm around her back and the other threads through her head at the back of her head, holding her to me. I feel her tense up as Tucker enters her, then she lets out a deep groan of pleasure.
After a few seconds, she pulls back, looking me in the eye with a smile and says, “I’m ready.” I smile and thrust up into her, as I pull out I feel Tucker push in. Lord, this feels amazing. We thrust back and forth, heightening our own pleasure along with hers.
“Oh my god. I love you guys!” She cries as Tucker kisses her neck.
“I love you too, Sugar.”
I hear his hand slap her ass as she yells out, “oh, fuck! Harder!” Tucker laughs and obliges.
After the fourth slap, her pussy starts convulsing around me and it’s enough to set me off.
I can feel it all the way from my fingers to my toes as my orgasm rolls through me.
I start to recover just as Tucker goes off with one last slap to her ass.
He groans her name into her neck and it sets her off again with another orgasm.
They collapse to the bed and we both wrap our arms around her.
“You’re amazing, love,” I tell her.
“You, too,” she whispers, sounding exhausted and pulling a smile from my lips. I don’t know how we got so lucky with her, but every day I tell myself how lucky we are to have her. I hold her a little tighter as I close my eyes, and drift off to sleep.
Mina
I stand in our giant office, staring at the wall where we’ve pinned everything we’ve found about this case.
We were hired to find a missing woman. The problem was, the man looking for her knew almost nothing about her.
Not her name, her age, her address. The only info he had to go on was the location he bumped into her, and her description, which included a large scar on her face.
He was positive she was in trouble and wanted our help to find her.
It made me think of what could have happened to me if I had run away all those years ago. Who was this woman? Did she need help? More importantly, how do we find a ghost?
“Mina, are you still staring at that thing? I told you we’ve closed this case. There is nowhere left for us to look,” Dom says, coming to stand in front of me.
“What about more camera footage? From traffic cams?”
He sighs, scooping me up and carrying me out of our office and into his bedroom.
He sits down on the end of the bed and positions me, so I’m straddling him.
“Mina, we’ve talked about this. Searching camera footage isn’t as easy as they make it appear on tv.
We’ve searched what we can and we don’t have a photo of her to use as a reference for any automated programs. We’ve talked to everybody who might have been there the day he saw her. There’s nowhere left to look.”
“But—”
He cuts me off, shaking his head. “No buts. It’s over. You need to let it go.”
“What if—”
“Mina…” his voice turns an octave lower and my breath hitches, knowing what that means.
“I think you need me to take control right, to tell you what to do, what to think about. Do you disagree?” he asks, his hands flexing on my thighs.
I quickly shake my head, the mere thought of him taking control, already easing the tension in my body.
Sometimes, I had no idea how to let things go. I could become hyper-focused on things to the point of it becoming unhealthy. That’s why what Dom and I have works so perfectly. I need to give up control to someone who has my best interests at heart, and he needs to take it, to make sure I’m okay.
“Stand up and strip for me,” he commands. I instantly stand and pull my dress up and over my head, tossing it to the side. I undo my bra and push my panties down my legs, kicking it off to the side, along with my bra.
“Come here,” he beacons me with a single figure to where he’s still perched on the edge of the bed.
I step towards him and his large warm hands grab my hips and pull me between his legs.
His hands skim up my body until they reach my breasts.
He squeezes them firmly, then leans forwards, flicking his tongue over one of my nipples, then the other.
A whining noise starts to come out of me as I try not to beg for more. He always likes to torture me like this, knowing it drives me absolutely wild without me being able to get the release my body craves.
I feel a hand on my ass and jump a little in surprise as both Dom’s hands are already on me. I look over my shoulder and see Atlas standing right behind me, a smirk on his lips as his hand continues rubbing soft circles on my ass.
“Hi Malishka. Is Dom taking care of you?” I nod my head and lick my lips as I eye his large frame, hoping he’s going to join us.
“She needed to get out of her head, so I’m taking control of her. You two are welcome to join. But you know the rules, while we’re in here, I’m in charge,” Dom says, making me look around to see who the other person is.
I watch Ben take off his glasses, placing them on Dom’s dresser before he comes over to stand beside me, his eyes glued to the place where Dom is feasting on me.
Following Dom’s rules in his bedroom was nothing new. It’s a rule we set up years ago. They knew if the door was left open, they were allowed to join, but Dom was running the show.
“Ben, get down there and get her ready for me.” Dom moves me slightly as Ben kneels down, immediately leaning forward and sucking on my clit, making me cry out.
His tongue strokes through my folds before he continues lavishing my clit. I can’t stop the whimpers that make their way out of me, nor can I stop my hips from thrusting against Ben’s face.
“Kitten… hold still.”
“Dom, I can’t, it’s too much, I need a release, please,” I beg, giving him my biggest puppy dog eyes.
“You can, and you will. Now, no more talking unless it’s to tell us to stop, understand?”
I nod my head and he doesn’t waste any time leaning back in to nip at my breast. “Atlas, you can do whatever you like back there, just don’t let her come.”
Atlas lets out a growl of pleasure. Both his hands start to squeeze my ass firmly, alternating between that and rubbing soft circles around my cheeks. It’s surprisingly erotic and just aids in turning me on even more.
When he presses a single digit into my ass, I scream out in pleasure, feeling ready to come if they just coordinated their movements a little more. But somehow they know exactly what they’re doing and make sure I can't reach my peak like this.
Finally, Dom sits up and looks up at my lust-filled face, a smile growing on his sexy lips. He stands up and guides me towards the bed where he was just sitting. “Bend over,” he commands. I lean forward, my forearms resting on the bed and my ass fully exposed to them standing behind me.
I hear him moving around behind me, but nobody says anything or touches me. Eventually, Ben walks around the side of the bed holding some rope and a pair of leather handcuffs. I see Atlas moving in on my other side, holding the same thing.
“Arms out in front of you, Kitten,” Dom instructs, as his hands glide over my hips.
I reach forward and Ben and Atlas each take a hand and secure the leather cuffs around them.
Then, with the attached rope, they pull my arms out slightly to the side and tie the rope tightly around both bedposts.
When they’re done, my entire torso, face and arms are flat on the bed, giving me only enough movement to turn my head from side to side.
“Mmm, Kitten, you look so beautiful like this,” Dom says as his hands roam my ass, a finger finding its way to my dripping core and pushing in. “So wet for us, too.”