Page 52 of Bound By Brielle (Crave & Cure Productions)

“Are you ready?” I ask her quietly, implying that we are pre-scene, pre-roleplay. We’re in a place where she can freely say no, and so I tell her as much. “At any time, you know you can stop.”

She swallows, and I have to exercise great restraint to not peruse the canvas of her beautiful body. My orgasm is already swimming up my thighs. The nod of acceptance flips a switch in us both, and theirSirappears. My spine lengthens as Lance steps to her side, ready to be a submissive, to show her how a good pup behaves.

“Sit,” I command, watching my handsome golden pup drop softly to his haunches, fat cock spearing up from his thighs as he looks up at me, wordlessly waiting for his next command. Brielle follows suit, dropping softly to her calves, ass on her heels as she looks up at me. God they’re a fucking sight. So perfect. My perfect, golden pups.

My balls tingle with a hot, familiar urge. It’s been so long since the Sir in me has been truly satisfied.

“Fours,” I say sternly, and Brielle scrambles to her hands and knees moments behind Lance, following his lead.

“Again, show your new friend you accept her,” I urge, and Lance crawls behind her, nuzzling into her from behind again. I want to taste her cunt, lick up her wet seam until her bud is pinched between my teeth and I’m making her squirt and scream. But I’m not jealous that he’s tasting her first. I’m not jealous that her cunt is going to spasm around his tongue, that he’s going to feel her tight back hole pucker and clench for the first time.

I’m happy.

“Show her how rewarding it is to be a pup in this house,” I command him, telling him to make her come. I watch her heavy tits sway as he nuzzles into her cunt from behind, taking languid, deep passes with his tongue. She bites her bottom lip, her face pulled tight in disciplined pleasure. She’s trying not to come immediately, I can see it in her pinched brow and measured exhales. The bow in her lips, the tips of his blonde hair peeking up around the full globes of her ass, the sound of his tongue teasing and playing at her puffy cunt—goddamn it’s the hottest, most erotic thing. The best scene I’ve ever been a part of, and there’s not even a camera around.

Lance growls into her cunt, giving me the signal that she’s falling apart, she’s close.

“Take her there,” I advise, my cock weeping as his tongue slips into her ass, making her spine roll.

“Uhh,” she moans, unable to keep herself from crying out even a moment longer.

“Finish her now,” I tell Lance, seeing the needful expression dripping from her face.

He nuzzles deeper, the sound of his talented tongue swiping through her drenched cunt making me absolutely feral. God dammit this is good. We’re so good together. I’ve never felt like I’ve needed or wanted the way I do tonight.

Her body lurches forward, fingers white from how hard she grips the floor, and she comes. Her head falls between her shoulders, blonde hair sweeping the floor as she orgasms in deep, thrashing waves. Lance eats. He eats, and eats and eats, like he’ll never get the chance to eat again, and all the while she sways and trembles, her thighs shaking so much that I reach down and squeeze myself just once, to alleviate the torturous throbbing in my dick.

“On your back,” I command her, voice so husky and thick. I haven’t heard myself this way in so long.Thisis who I am. And together, they’re bringing me back to my old self.

Brielle flops onto her back, panting, her inner thighs shiny with cum. Her full tits fall apart in this position, and I watch as her chest heaves with each sated breath. She blinks up at me, flush in her cheeks, blonde hair strewn about like she’s about to be the focus of an oil painting. She’s fucking gorgeous. I turn my gaze on him.

His lips are swollen, his cock is angry, and I realize he’s been edged the longest. He had to suck me and eat her, and no one has given him the relief he’s earned, the relief my good pup always earns.

“Feed her,” I command my lover, who crawls easily over Brielle, aligning his leaking cock with her perfect lips. “Open, and get fed,” I say, and she knows I’m talking to her, because she whimpers with need before spreading her lips. His hips surge forward as he fills and fucks her throat in fast, urgent pumps.

“My pup is so needy,” I growl, watching the way sweat shines on his chest and forehead, how his biceps torque as his strong hands grip the floor, her blonde hair tangled in his fingers. “He’s been such a good boy, bringing his Sir pleasure, obeying me so well.”

He loves this subtle praise, I know he does, and in response, his hips pump faster as he chases what will be,if I know my man, a massive orgasm. Edging him always makes him erupt like a fucking waterfall, and it’s incredibly hot. I’m intrigued to see how she takes it.

Brielle keeps her eyes open, and I love how she watches him fuck her face in fast, ruthless pumps, how she keeps her mouth wide for him to use. She braces her palms against the floor, letting him take her mouth rough and rapid, like she knows he needs this, and that she’s happy to be the one to give him his reward, his release.

I like that, too. I like how she gives as easily as she takes, how she knows what to give and when. She’s a natural pup, and I find myself growing hard again as I watch them together.

Watching them, though, has me needy and achy and thrumming. Getting to my feet, I walk to the nightstand where I rummage through the drawer before retrieving a bottle of lube. I fill my palm and come behind Lance, my knees hitting the floor next to his. He rears his head, letting a crazy groan fill the room.

“I want this,” I tell him, slipping two lubed fingers into his hole. He nods, his hips starting to rove again, because he can’t help it. My poor pup is dying to come. I can tell by the way desperate words escape him, by the way all he can do is grunt and hump. I peer below me at Brielle, whose eyes are shining. I notice now that one hand no longer grips the floor but now plays at her swollen lips, touching her pink, naked cunt.

“No touching yourself, that’s for your Sir and your Sir only,” I scold, reaching around Lance’s hips to slap her breast. She moans, sending a vibration through his cock, which makes him rear back and growl.

“Soon, pet,” I tell him, letting him know he does not yet have permission to cum. I’ll come in his ass first, and then let him cum, and he will have the most explosive orgasm that way. I know my pet and I know what inflames his body better than he does.

He whimpers as he slows his pumping, fucking Brielle’s mouth in measured strokes.

“No whimpering, pup,” I growl, working another finger inside him. Brielle coughs, and I smirk down at her, watching her throat work to swallow. “He’s a leaky pup when you play with his ass,” I smirk down at her, having to swat her hand away from her pussy one more time.

“Okay, don’t worry, calm down,” I tell Lance, stroking my lube-sticky hand down his spine. “Shh,” I coax, knowing he’s on the verge of losing control and fucking Brielle’s face for a harsh ten seconds before filling her throat with cum. If he does that, he’ll be in for a punishment and he knows it. “Here you go,” I soothe, bringing my head to his greedy little hole, pushing in until my crown disappears. He keens, whimpering and slowing his hips as he adjusts to the gift I’m giving him.

I grit my goddamn teeth as I slide into his tight, perfect ass. I nearly come at the thought of pulling out and watching my cum drip down his thighs. God I’ve missed this, I’ve missed him. I glance around him to Brielle, her beautiful green eyes so full of happiness as he abuses her mouth and throat, his pumps growing aggressive as he gets fucked.

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