Page 63 of Bound By Brielle (Crave & Cure Productions)

When he turns, I can see the plug is already doing its job. His lids are heavy, jaw slack, and when my eyes dip down to the erection bobbing between his legs, I can see how much he needs release. Hard and veiny, his balls cinched up tight, his cock is angrier than I’ve ever seen it, with shades of pink I’ve only ever experienced in a sunset.

“Open,” I command, but his greedy little mouth is opened and pressed to the cage before the command leaves my lips. I plunge the plug into his mouth, watching his talented tongue curl around it as he sucks it in, getting it nice and wet for Brielle’s ass. When he’s done, I order him to turn around as I bring the plug to her ass.

“Hush,” I warn, telling her that she needs to accept the plug silently. With a shove, I drive it inside, and my dick throbs at the way she stifles her whimper and surges forward.

She took us both in her pussy, not without discomfort, but she did. I can’t wait until Lance is on the other side of this cage with me and we’re stretching this tight, perfect ass. I flick her bushy gray tail and stuff it through the bars.

Only after I’ve returned to my chair and stroked myself a few times do I allow them to turn around. “Now you may speak, and I want you to work it out. The last scene, with the lights. Lance you felt as if there was too much lighting, if the take doesn’t happen right away, it will create too much backend work in editing her skin tones. Brielle, you felt confident in the fact that you could get the shot in the first few takes, therefore rendering the post work obsolete.” They blink at me, confused. “Work it out or you will stay in that pen all night. With no rewards. Don’t worry, your Sir is here to guide you.”

Lance’s head dips between his shoulders a second before he faces Brielle. He kisses her, and I pump my fist up my shaft, watching as precum dribbles over my knuckles. “It’s rare that everything goes as planned,” he says. “Even when you think for sure something’s going to work out, sometimes it doesn’t.” He kisses her again, my sweet pup, and my chest is overrun with fullness at the sight of them sharing private, soft words. At the way he calms and sees reason, speaks carefully when it’s just the three of us.

She kisses him, and I can’t help but take notice of her full breasts, nipples hard. My mouth waters as I stroke myself again, the beauty of her nude body threatening to set me over the edge. “Just because things haven’t worked in the past doesn’t mean you have to stop shooting for the thing you really want. You don’t have to aim for the back up or safety, but it's okay to use them if you have to.”

Progress is being made, and it’s good. I’m pleased already, and this is why I’ve previously enjoyed the pen. Something about being in a cage, the captivity of it—it forces you to sort things out, in the name of freedom.

And in their case,in the name of orgasm.

“Lick her. Make it better,” I order, and as he positions himself behind her, I grab the underside of the chair and pull it closer to the pen.

Lance drags his nose along the length of the gray, bushy tails, his eyes closing as he does.

“Move the tail to the other side so I can see the way you apologize,” I tell him, my cock thrumming in my sticky palm. He brings his face to her rear and burrows, not stopping until she moans. Her moan, light and soft, echoes around the heated room as he finds her cunt and begins licking.

“He is showing you he’s sorry,” I tell Brielle, who’s arms are already trembling as she fights what is likely an orgasm already building. Lance has used his tongue in my ass and made me cum in under a minute, so I have an idea of how tortured she must already feel. “Touch her breast,” I croak, bringing my hands to the armrests, clutching them until the blood drains from my knuckles. I can’t touch myself right now. Watching them together, servicing each other, bonding, bonding at my command—I’m nearly there.

Holding his body steady on one arm, he reaches between her legs and grabs a handful of breast, heavy and natural. Though his mouth is buried in her cunt, I hear the moan that tears from his chest as he feels of her soft, perfect curves. Brielle bites her bottom lip, letting her head drop down, surveying the landscape of her body. As soon as she sees Lance’s hand grabbing and squeezing her breast, she lifts her head and moans, urgent and pained.

“Please,” she whimpers, bottom lip trembling as I do my very best to ignore my angry, tall cock.

“Aww, you’re right where you need to be my sweet, eager pup.” I turn my head slightly, directing my words to Lance as his throat bobs and flexes, evidence of his hefty feeding session. “Stop.”

Immediately he pulls back, sitting on his haunches, hunched over in the cage, his cupid’s bow glistening with Brielle’s juices. His chest heaves, and a growl leaves my body as the sight of sweat sliding down his beautifully carved torso, the bushy tail curling at his feet behind him.

“Now apologize to him because you were both not listening.” Eager and horny, Lance goes to fours and turns in the space just as Brielle turns, too. She reaches for the tail, wrapping it around her palm, but I stop her.

“Around the plug,” I command, making Lance’s head drop. He knows he’s about to be teased and tortured the worst way. When I’ve plugged him in the past, and tasted and teased around the plug, he’s shot off like a rocket every fucking time. The noises he makes when he comes that way, broken, sexy moans and vulnerable little whimpers—goddamn I could live off those noises.

She nudges into the split of his ass, and I’m glad we all showered at Crave after a rainy outdoor lunch shoot, or else I’d have had to waste precious time at home having them clean up. Lance’s fingers curl into the ground as she licks him, trading off between soft kisses to his taint and long licks around the plug. She lifts the end of the tail, dragging it slowly down his cheek, and I watch as goosebumps take over his arms and neck. Below him, precum pools, and his cock has never looked more appetizing.

He could cum like this, I know because I’ve made him. He can come without a single hand on that beautiful cock, and I love watching it jerk and pulse. I love watching his cum spurt out of him, the way his ass clenches with each thick, hot shot.

But they’re coming by their Sir’s hand now that they’ve made up.

Then they owe their Sir.

“Stop,” I shout, because Lance’s cockhead is out, slippery and red, his foreskin now pulled back on its own from how hard he is. He’s too close.

I drop off the chair to my knees and make my way to the cage where I pinch the lock and let the door swing open. “Lance,” I direct, leaving Brielle inside as I close the door again. “Face the cage, on your knees,” I order him. As he takes the position, I order Brielle to take hers. “Back against the cage.”

He’s going to give her a deep creampie, because I know no matter how much he jerked off this week, he’s going to explode with something impressive. He always does, especially after so much edging. But I’m going to be part of it. I pull myself up behind him, and slowly press my chest to his back. He’s warm and hard, and the plush rub of his tail against my sticky cock nearly breaks me. I loop an arm around him and rub down the knotted terrain of his pecs and belly, then collect his cock in my hand. I move my hips behind him, grinding my erection into his back as I slowly start to pump his cock.

“I don’t have much time, Sir,” he breathes, the momentous arch of his shoulders now sloped and trembling. I bite into the top of his shoulder as I bring his weeping head to her hole. She’s swollen and wet, so puffy that her lips stick through the cage. I use Lance’s cock to tickle and tease her lips and we both watch as arousal gushes from her at the subtle touch, and she moans.

I close my fist around him, always and forever loving how thick he is. Loving the strip of flesh between my thumb and middle finger, reminding me how thick and happy my pup is. Then I pump. My fist slides down and he groans, and I bring his head to her opening. Grinding my cock into his back again, he surges forward, impaling Brielle until just the crown disappears.

“Dump your load deep inside her,” I whisper in his ear before sinking my teeth into his shoulder. He grips my bicep, the one that flexes as I jack him off.

“Uhh,” he groans, but his temperament has shifted and his moans have grown soft. With my free hand, I grip the plug and move it a little, sending a ripple of pleasure through him as I jack him to orgasm.

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