59
TIGER
Ezzy’s looking at me like she’s gonna eat me for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and I’m all for it.
Please call me your whore, I whine into her still-open mind.
Scotty pulls out of her reluctantly, and a rush of his cum spills from her and onto the sheets.
Both my mouth and eyes pop wide open at the sight. Oh, I want that to be my cum.
Deadly Nightshade grins like a she-devil. “Strip and crawl to me, whore.” Her eyes dance with a dangerous, wicked excitement, and my cock jerks repeatedly, trying to tear through its confines and straight into her abused pussy.
Pulse going crazy and my knees weaker than jelly, I all but throw my grey suit off, tugging at my bow tie and almost strangling myself in the process.
My brother, bless his little cotton socks, moves over to help me get the torture device off, and when I’m free, I immediately dismiss him in my haste, ripping the rest of my fancy clothes off like they’re no better than dirty underwear.
My limbs quiver in anticipation as I situate myself on my hands and knees and start to crawl the distance from the edge of the mammoth bed to where my Bonded rests in the middle like the queen she is.
“Good, Puppy,” she purrs, and I’m extremely tempted to bark for her. I adore the pet name.
“Now, you are going to let me use you, are you not? You are going to be a good little whore and lay still for me—or I will tie you up.”
I suck in a sharp breath as I pause in front of her, and her hand snaps out, snatching up my chin. She pulls me closer, her luscious lips nearing mine, and I make a strangled sound, lips parting eagerly, ready to claim hers for my first ever—
“No, Ezzy! Whyyy?!” I cry as she pulls herself out of reach at the last second.
“Because I like to see your desperation for me,” she says without inflection as I attempt to catch her lips with mine again—very valiantly, might I add. How could she refuse such efforts?!
Her hand latches onto my neck.
I moan and shimmy closer. “I’ll be so good .
. . such a good whore for you,” I whine, uncaring that my brothers are watching me degrade myself for our Bonded.
I love doing it—I want her to own me and use me, and I’m not ashamed of that.
Not that I can feel any judgment from them.
They’re cool beans like that, my brothers.
DN’s on her knees now, just like me, and she glides a hand into my hair, making me shudder.
Before she uses a punishing grip on the strands to yank my head back, pulling a choked sound from my throat.
I can’t stop myself, and my hands reach out for her—
“Do you want to be restrained, Puppy? Because I will not hesitate.”
I pause.
Licking my lips, my yearning gaze digs into her, dick jerking again. “Please let me touch . . .” My fingers twitch and curl, and I’m trying so damn hard to be good for her.
“No. When I give you an order, you obey.”
In her unyielding grip, I nod as much as I can. Frantically.
“Good boy,” she whispers, the praise caressing my ears. I moan her name breathlessly, lashes fluttering closed as I soak up her words.
They fly back open again when I feel something warm and wet on my neck, sliding all the way up to my jawline.
OH MY FUCKING HOLY CHEESE BALLS! MY FUTURE WIFE IS LICKING ME LIKE I’M HER FAVOURITE ICE CREAM!
Hmm . . . what is her favourite ice cream? I have to know. Then I can splat some on myself every day to make myself even more tasty.
“E-Ezzy,” I groan desperately, balling my hands into fists to keep myself from hauling her into me.
I bite down on a literal scream, wanting to sing to the heavens when her hand wraps around my stiff cock.
And that’s when a thought occurs to me: “Please tell me my cock’s better than my brother’s.
Mine’s bigger, right? It’s your favourite? ”
Scotty scoffs. “Are you seriously comparing our dick sizes, brother? You need to try and one-up me on everything?”
I sniff and lift my chin haughtily. “No. I don’t need to try—it comes naturally.”
Ez laughs lightly, and all the attention in the room burrows into her. I forget about my brother completely as I’m overwhelmed by joy and awe.
OMG! I just unlocked a new laugh from Wifey!
I inhale a huge lungful of air when she bites down on my jawline and tugs on my dick like it’s a leash, and my arms snap around her, drawing her in in a flash and plastering my body against hers. My eyes largen at the absolute betrayal!
“It wasn’t me, Ezzy, I swear!” I plead my innocence desperately as I zip my hands back to my sides, voice high and loud as she tuts. “I promise, Nightshade! It was my hands!”
“Which are controlled by you. On your back,” she commands, and I hurry to obey, a thrill shooting down my spine as my head hits the mountain of pillows by the headboard.
Oooooh, this is so exciting! Maybe I should be bad more often?
“Then you would never be able to touch me, whore.”
Butterflies whizz around in my belly in response to her calling me that again, even as horror at the thought twists through me. “No, no! I’ll be good!”
“Hm.” Moving to the edge of the bed, she reaches for one of the chest of drawers that act as bedside tables . . . and she opens the one packed with ropes.
My heart picks up speed.
Smirking, DN flicks her eyes over her shoulder to me, and I know she can see the hearts in mine, the enthusiasm. She doesn’t need to look down and see the standing ovation between my legs to know this is turning me on.
There’s two hoops on the plush headboard that I’ve noticed the times we’ve been in here before, and they’re finally being put to use. I all but throw my arm at Ezzy as she moves over with some black rope.
Not needing to ask if this is okay when she can clearly see how eager I am, she hooks one end of the rope into the metal hoop on my right, tying a secure knot. Then she takes my arm, her hand looking so small and cute against the muscles I very subtly flex for her.
I know I’m not imagining the way her pink lips twitch in amusement.
Once my right wrist is tied, I tug slightly. The restraint’s not too tight, but enough to have me feeling truly captured, caught in Deadly Nightshade’s web. And the material hardly chafes, smooth and buttery, designed for this purpose.
Straddling me, Ez sits right on my cock, flattening it against my stomach, where it drools for her in a pool on my skin. My mouth drops open on a low moan that she pays no mind to as she uses a second rope to secure my left wrist to the headboard, too.
Not until I thrust my hips up, the crown of my dick catching on her opening.
She hisses, fangs out and all. “No, Puppy. You be good. Do not move. If you do, you will not be rewarded.”
“Please let me inside you,” I beg. “I need it . . . need to feel you! Let me . . . let me kiss you! Kiss me! Please!”
Biting her lip, she takes her time looking me over. “Do you think that was good enough?”
“No! You— You’re a queen! A goddess! You deserve everything!
I want to give you anything, everything!
I’ll be anything you want me to be! Please use me, Ezzy!
” I rush out in a panic, needing her to know what she does to me, needing her to know she deserves the world. “Love you so much! Let me love you!”
Pausing, her head tilts in that eerie way of hers, and I wonder if I’ve gone too far. Until her eyes light with glee and she purrs, “You can love me, Tiger . . . if you can handle me.”
“I can!” I gasp. “I can! I promise!”
Palms running over my hairless chest, her thumbs circle my nipples, and my muscles bulge as I strain against the ropes, skin tingling beneath her touch and dampening with sweat from the volcanic blood racing through me.
I swear I’m hotter than Earth’s core as Ez rolls her hips, her slick pussy lubing up my cock, and it twitches against her, trying to poke into her opening every time it reaches the head.
“Please . . .” I whine. “Please, please, please . . .”
My entire body shakes, and my balls draw up without warning. Panic encompasses my face when I realise she’s not going to let me cum inside her. “No, wait! I want it inside—”
Too late.
Ropes of white shoot from my cock, and I cry my Bonded’s name hoarsely as she keeps grinding against me, pushing out more and more cum, painting my torso in it. I struggle for breath, muscles spasming and vision hazy, every part of me oversensitive. But I still want more, more, more . . .
“Oh, fuck . . . you feel so, so good against me. Please give me more . . .” I groan weakly.
Slowing her hips, she coos, “What do you want, Puppy?”
“Want to be connected to you. Any way . . .”
She hums, and I can hear the sinful, cruel intentions in it.
Slinking down my body, she pushes my legs apart before settling between them, my erection already waving at her again.
Her fingertips find my thigh, and she watches me with wicked delight as she begins to torture me by crawling them up my leg.
My chest rises and falls faster and faster the closer she walks them to where I ache most.
An almond nail grazes my balls, and I whimper, hips jolting up. Unable to keep my mouth shut for too long, I then blurt, “Oh, Ezzy! Pleeeease! Use me! Grope me! Peg me! Anything!”
She flashes her teeth again as a smile breaks out over her lips. “So pretty when you beg.”
My heart lights up and expands, inflating like a balloon as my love for her grows and grows by the second.
Her hand strangles my dick.
Something between a yelp and a moan leaves me, and I tug at the ropes again, loving how she has me all stretched out for her, on display for her viewing pleasure.
Pre-cum drips onto her hand, and the sight of it is so hot that my eyes roll back in my head, cock pulsing against her palm and my neck extending as I tip my head back.
“Eyes on me.”
My gaze snaps back to her.