Page 64 of Bound By Brielle (Crave & Cure Productions)

“Watch yourself pump into her, watch,” I rasp, stacking my chin on his shoulder as the few inches of his cock bob, the tip of him deep inside her. He throbs, his groin bobs, and against my groin, his ass clenches. He’s coming, he’s giving her pussy every drop of cum that usually or used to belong to me. And listening to her come on his cock as he fills her, listening to her strangled pleas turn to sated moans, watching as a stream of cum slides down her thigh, I’m not jealous. Instead, I feel powerful and pleased, and I haven’t even cum yet.

“Down,” I command, wanting to taste what I wasn’t physically a part of. Lance slides out of Brielle and as his cum bubbles up at her gaping hole, I press my face to the pen, deep into the bars, and swipe at her messy cunt with my tongue. She’s sweet and flowery, the way her pussy always tastes, but made saltier and messier with Lance’s cum oozing out. I eat and lap until I’m going to come, and pull back from the cage, my chest heaving.

“Out,” I tell Brielle as I manage to get to my feet and bend down to open the cage. I got lost in eating her, tasting them both in one juicy, ripe place. I could’ve eaten their orgasms until I found my own. But Lance whimpering at my heels reminded me that I need to come, and my pups won’t sleep well if they don’t get the honor.

My pets follow behind me until I’m standing in the center of the room, chair pushed to the wall. “Mouths only,” I tell them, stepping apart to make space for them both. I stroke my dick, and watch as Brielle scrambles to face it, Lance moving behind me, the tip of his nose sliding down my bare cheek. “Now.”

Lance nuzzles into me first, his tongue finding my hole on the first pass. He’s talented that way, circling it with his wet tip until I stop clenching and let him in. His tongue prods inside, loosening me, making my core tighten and my cock get even harder. I love when he devours my ass. I reach behind me, filling my fingers with his soft hair, earning me a greedy moan as he burrows deeper.

In front of me, on her haunches, peering around me to watch Lance, Brielle waits for her orders, eyes wide and full of desire. Her nipples are hard and behind her, she’s left a trail of his cum.Pets can be so messy.

I sift my fingers through her hair first before snagging her collar and jerking her down onto my length. Her mouth is wet and warm, and her throat is tight and deadly. She holds her bruised knees as she bobs on my cock, all while I stroke my hand through her hair, behind me doing the same to Lance.

He licks and prods my ass, taking care of me the way he does before he fucks me. Opening me up. Getting me sloppy and ready. Making my ass hungry to be fucked. I think of lowering myself on his cock as Brielle keeps her mouth on me, and a shudder wracks my body at the thought.

Another time. Right now,this.

They need to please me while on their knees, share me after pleasing one another. They need this to cement our roles tonight, to bring us together in a new way.

“Good,” I muse aloud, my voice raspy and thin. His hair is soft, her lips are so gentle. “Good pups,” I groan. My praise has Brielle antsy, and she rises to all fours and that’s when I realize—she isn’t antsy; she’s on all fours so she can shake her ass.

Shake her little tail.

She wags her bottom and bobs her neck, and behind me, Lance continues fucking my hole with his tongue, snuffling and groaning as he gets me closer and closer. After a few minutes, I can’t hold back. Working together all day, whether bickering or not, is a fucking edge, and I just fell off.

“Get ready to feed,” I grumble, reaching back to grab Lance’s collar. I practically drag him on his knees to take a place next to Brielle. And she falls back to her haunches, both of them blinking up at me with pink noses and swollen lips. “Together,” I order them as my orgasm centers my groin, and surges through my cock. Lance leads, bringing his mouth to my crown, guiding her to do the same.

No sooner are their mouths at my head, open, tongues sticking out, than I’m coming in loud, roaring waves.

“There you go, there you go,” I chant, stroking one white rope out after the next, loving the way my cum looks over their tongues, dripping from their lips and chins. “Take your reward, my pets,” I growl, coming again in another blinding wave as Lance begins licking Brielle’s face, cleaning her up. Cum ribbons over her face as he licks it, and when she returns the favor, and begins cleaning his face, I tug out the last rope, watching as it falls on Lance’s cheek and shoulder.

Covered in their Sir’s cum, I watch as Lance and Brielle lick and kiss one another, so slowly and erotically that in the five minutes they take to clean each other up, I find myself hard again.

But Brielle’s stomach growls. Lance grins at her, reaching out to unbuckle her collar.

“Can I?” she asks, nodding toward his. He pushes hair off her shoulder, sticky from my cum and his spit, and nods.

She reaches out, and watching them uncollar one another makes my throat tight. There’s no jealousy after the scene has ended, only happiness and closeness. They’re closer. Hell,we’recloser. I can feel it in the way she takes my hand as I help her to her feet, in the way Lance pulls me into him and holds the back of my neck as we share a tender, post-coital hug.

“Food should be here soon,” I tell them as I collect my clothes and lead us back into the kitchen. They get dressed as I pour us glasses of wine, and I check my phone for the food I ordered before we left Crave.

We sit by the empty fire with our wine, waiting for the food, just talking. I have every intention of bringing up the night, asking everyone how they felt. But the laughter has been easy. The conversation is endless. The cuddles? Abundant.

We’re draped over each other, de-tailed and tangled up together. And it’s so peaceful and beautiful that I’m terrified to fall asleep and wake to find it’s been a dream.

After we eat, we tangle together again easily in my bed, with Lance and Brielle’s heads resting on me, Brielle on my chest, Lance lower down on my belly. They both fondle me over my sweats off and on, every so often letting their own hands weave together intimately before breaking apart again to touch me.

The TV flickers, dropping brightness along our bodies every so often. I don’t know who falls asleep first, but I know we sleep well. Because when my alarm goes off in the morning, the three of us are still lying the exact same way.

And as sunlight pours over us, I can’t help but fall in love with the sight of us. And a possessive word clouds my mind. I know it’s too soon but goddamn, I can’t help but think…

Mine.

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