Page 49 of Bound By Brielle (Crave & Cure Productions)

Maybe she’ll like it. Maybe, if I looked over now, I’d find her mouth agape, watching with a needy glazed look in her eyes. Maybe…

I wrap the end of the leash around my hand, loving the quiet squeal of leather against callus. And I don’t look at her, even still. I don’t look to see if she’s even fully understanding of what’s happening.

She will be, and she needs to be before she makes a choice. So I keep on. I tug Lance, and find myself impaling his soft, wet throat. He lets loose the most disruptive moan, sending bumps along my flesh, heat flashing through every inch of me. I love the way he sounds as a sub. The way he moans and mewls. Contrast that with how he bickers with me at work and how he’s analytical, driven and sharp as fuck—he’s everything. A loyal pet; complex, layered, and fuckingmine.

I tug the leash and growl my pleasure as my cock slips further down his slippery, hot throat.

Then, with a drawn breath, my orgasm tingling at the edges of consciousness, I wager a look at her.

My breath stays suspended in my chest because I haven’t the slightest clue how to read her.

Eyes are wide, pupils are blown, full of dark curiosity and shiny awe. But she swallows, heavy and loud, and her mouth remains parted. She doesn’t lick her lips and she doesn’t appear to be breathing rapidly, either.

I keep tugging the leash, keeping Lance suckling on my cock as I stroke him tenderly, enjoy the way his soft hair curls around my fingers as I pet him. My other hand burns from how tightly the leash is wrapping my palm, but it’s a good burn. The burn of control. I tug, tug, tug and groan, petting my love as I hold Brielle’s eyes with mine.

“You never know what feels right until you try,” I manage to rasp, moments away from explosion. My pet is so good with his mouth. I look down at him, sucking me, the rest of me clothed and covered. “Such a good boy,” I praise, grabbing his chin and jaw as I hold his mouth steady. His watery eyes jump to mine and I shoot him a pointed look of warning. “Fill yourself up,” I tell him before letting my eyes close.

My orgasm thrashes inside me, and I try like hell to stave it off just for a few more seconds of bliss. A few extra moments of those sharp blue eyes on me. A few more gargled moans. More of this. More.

But Brielle’s soft exhale causing a flush to heat my cheeks, causes Lance to spread his knees against the floor and I know he needs release as badly as I do. This scene we’re putting on for her, to show her, it’s making us both insane. Because it’s been too fucking long.

“Fill yourself up, my good pup, and then your Sir will take care of you.”

He sucks my cock into his throat so hard, with such a broken, shuddering moan trapped against my length that I rocket off. My ass clenches as my balls tighten, the first shot of cum making him moan. His keening vibrates through my cock, and I come again, and again, spraying his throat relentlessly, rope after rope, filling his belly. He sucks and swallows, the noises of him devouring my orgasm keeping me hard in his mouth, despite the fact I’m empty.

I pet his head as he lets my sticky cock free from his divine mouth, and watch while I stroke his head as he licks my groin, the underside of my shaft, even my inner thigh. He cleans me up and when it’s time for my pup to be rewarded, I finally meet her eyes again.

Her nipples are hard in her pajamas, but I also realize the mind and body can be divided.

“Well?” I ask, my voice coming out husky and hoarse. “Can you join my pup in submission? Can my pup dominate you?” I put it all out there—what we need and what we want.

She swallows hard, and Lance watches my face from between my legs as we both wait for her reaction. She swallows, lips parting, voice shy and low when she says, “I’mnotan animal.”

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Teach me how to be your sweet pup

brielle

I can’t denythe memory that flashes behind my eyes as I watch Lance lick Augustus clean.

Lick him clean.

A shudder wracks me as I grow damp—under my arms, down my back, on my upper lip. The room hasn’t changed temperature but watching them has warmed me from the inside out.

The memory of Aug’s command weeks back. The one I overheard.Stay.He commanded Lance to stay. At the time, it made me a little wild. How passionate must a physical relationship be if, in the middle of a fight, a singular and non-threatening word changes you? That’s what I thought. And it gave me chills. I can’t deny that.

But now it makes more sense.

It was a command from the ghost of their life.

I heard myself, in an out of body experience, say “I’m not an animal.”

But I am an animal, aren’t I?

Watching Lance on a leash filled my mouth with jealous, needy saliva. Watching Lance suck Aug’s cock—with Aug clutching a mantle of power—made my pussy juicy, and I soaked my satin pajama shorts just watching. And the way Aug and Lance had me the other night.

Their cum.

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