Page 68 of Bound By Brielle (Crave & Cure Productions)

"More than share our pet’s sweet, tight holes, do you think we’d share her in any way?” Lance asks as Aug spanks me again. This time I have to work not to whimper, I have to force myself to swallow down my pained complaint. And I keep my eyes on the prize: having them, pleasing them, and then being pleased by them. The tremble in my thighs grows, taking up space in my belly and shoulders. And with one more painful whack against my bare, stinging flesh, I cry out. I can’t hold it in a moment longer.

“Ahh!” I whine, and as much as I want to beg for him to stop or explain myself or—fuck, I don’t even know what I want—the whipping collar appears in front of my hands after Aug circles me and drops it. He bends and I wait for soft words but instead get thick fingers curling my collar, yanking me up to my feet.

“We don’t play games,” Aug says, his lips brushing against mine, the traces of stubble taking over his jaw making my skin burn. His large fingers skate my bottom lip before he hooks them into my mouth. “And now you have to be taught a valuable lesson.”

What? Weren’t all those whippings my lesson? Wasn’t that my punishment? My head grows swimmy as the pain from the leather settles in my ass, blood rushing through my body now making it hard to focus on anything else. Lance’s eyes study me as Aug collects the collar from the floor. “There’s a breakthrough moment,” he says, voice low, and full of promise. “You’re almost there.”

I don’t know what he means and with each passing second I grow more and more groggy as the pain spiders through me, making my back ache and my thighs throb. And my pussy. My pussy is so swollen and sticky that despite the pain, I still want to take them. In fact, at this point, wobbly on my feet and hazy in my head, that’s all I want.

Aug drags me to the bedroom and orders me to get onto the bed, on my belly.

The room is dark, the cool air stings my marred skin, and the scent of fresh linen and aftershave wraps me in a comfort I need to feel. A comfort that reminds me that though they are now my Sirs, the truth is, Aug and Lance, the men who I’m connected to emotionally and mentally, are still there. They are one in the same, and as I lay face down in Aug’s sheets, I focus on the many nights the three of us lay cuddled and cozy here.

“If you want to know something or talk about something, you come to us. You come to us and you sit down and you use your voice to speak words,” Aug snarls before the collar comes down across my ass again, in the same spot I’ve already taken most of the hits. I hiss into the bedding, wanting to be strong for them, wanting to take the punishments I know I deserve.

I want to be their good pup. I want to make them proud.

I bite into the high thread count sheets and clutch at the pillows around me, bracing myself for more. Lance knees his way onto the bed next to my head and yanks my collar. My hair tangles in front of my eyes but his big hand is there, pushing it away, exposing my eyes.

“The good thing, though, is that you were bad to get our attention,” Aug says, the sounds of his feet moving around the room making my flesh heat. The silence before the next thwack is deafening, because I know that silence. I’ve grown to know it tonight. The quiet before the smack, the calm before the storm. I hiss into the bed again, this hit across my ass in the same spot, making my spine ache and my toes curl. “You weren’t bad because you’re a bad girl.”

“No,” Lance coos, his voice rough and menacing, but soothing to my achy cunt, which burns between my legs. “She’s a good girl at heart, aren’t you?” He walks the length of the bed as he drags a fingertip down my spine, leaving shivers in his wake.

“Speak,” Aug says and I’ve never been so happy to hear that word. I don’t think I’ve ever even thought about that word until recently. I turn my head, exposing half my face to the cool room air as I gasp for a breath, cry out for the pain resonating in my backside, cough for the panic built up in my lungs.

“I’m sorry,” I repeat for the third time, though it feels like this is the first time they’re actually hearing it.

The roleplay lingers in the air, but takes a backseat to reality when Aug and Lance come to a crouch at the side of the bed, blinking at me through the subtle darkness. “We’re more than this,” Aug says quietly, roughly. My skin pricks with heat as embarrassment washes over me. “And we want more right now,” he adds before stroking his hand through my hair, pushing it off my sweaty face.

Lance leans in, pressing a kiss to the tip of my nose. “Which we will discuss.”

I nod against the damp sheets, still breathing hard. They want me. And the way they look aggravated that I needed to hear that settles around me like a blanket fresh from the dryer, comfy and cozy.

They want me.

“Right now, we’re still upset that you spent the evening with another man. And the only thing to cure my discontent is pleasure,” Aug says, turning to face Lance. He wraps his hand behind Lance’s neck, his thumb stroking the loose ends of his blonde hair. “Do you need pleasure, too?”

Lance leans in, and the two of them share a slow, sizzling kiss that makes me squirm against the mattress, seeking out a ruffle in the covers to provide friction to my aching clit.

“Please,” I whimper, because I need them to use me. I need to make them feel good to feel whole right now. I’m desperate for it.

Aug turns, holding Lance close to him still, blinking at me. “Please, what?”

“Fuck me,” I moan out, wiggling and writhing against the bed like a fish out of water. But that’s what I am when they’ve edged me this way. I need friction, I need touch, I need release. I need, period, and that’s because of these two men who blink at me from a foot away. “Let me make it right. Fuck me. Use me. Destroy me, please,” I beg.

Lance reaches out, stroking sweat from my brow. “Open,” he says after letting his finger trace my bottom lip. My mouth pops open as my heart rate increases. I swallow hard, waiting as they get to their feet. Belts clink, zippers whoosh and then I’m staring at two angry cocks, pink and veiny. With my mouth still open, they knee onto the bed and the sight of their slacks banded around their thighs makes my core burn. The urgency to have my mouth overtook their desire to get completely naked, and pride trickles down my back that I could do that to them. Bring them that frantic sense of need, that urgency to feel good.

Lance surges forward, plunging his cock into my mouth and I fight the gag that erupts as he prods the back of my throat.

Right as I’m moaning around his crown, my pussy pooling into the sheets, he pulls out of my mouth. Threads of my saliva, thick and bubbly, drip from his cockhead, down to the mattress. I watch the blunt tip of his finger spread the saliva around into the cotton as he holds his cock with his other hand. “Messy pup,” he croons before Aug leans in, impaling my throat in a single shove.

I groan, and my cunt spasms, a mini touchless orgasm at the way Aug fills my throat with his steely erection in a single, possessive shove. The way he just takes me when he wants me drives me fucking wild.

I had no idea I’d love this so much, that all of this submissiveness would bring out my deepest needs but as I fight a gag, Aug’s cock sliding along my tongue and teeth, I realize that this is what I want.

Tears prick at my eyes as I realize that not only have I found what I need, but I discovered what I need when I found it.

“How wide can you open?” Aug asks, his cock pressing against the back of my throat as he leans forward, hooking his fingers on either side of his cock. He pulls my cheeks, and my face aches at the attempted contortion, but between my legs, everything ignites.

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