Page 69 of Bound By Brielle (Crave & Cure Productions)

“Feel yourself against me, in our pups mouth,” Aug says to Lance, who positions his hips next to Augs. I can’t fit them both, but I lick and bathe their cockheads in kisses and affection as they press them into each other, then against my lips.

“Please,” I whimper, lapping at the precum that continually bubbles up from both of them.

“What do you say? Think we get our pleasure and let our little pup feel good too? She’s pretty whiny tonight,” Lance says thoughtfully as he takes his cock out of my face and walks behind the bed.

“Hmm,” Aug grumbles, disappearing behind me, too, leaving my mouth open and hungry and my pussy swollen and starved.

“I think we can do that. The thing is, though, she did spend the evening with another man. So that pleasure needs to come with more pain. That’s only fair, right? A little more punishment with your pleasure?”

I nod against the sheets, willing to agree to anything at this point. Aug’s hands come to my hips as he yanks my ass up into the air. A moment later there’s a click and lube glides down my ass, through my folds, over every aching inch of my pussy. I’m so wet, I can’t imagine needing lube. Even if they both fuck me in my pussy together again, I can’t imagine I’d need lube. I’m that wet.

Then a finger slides inside me. I hiss and jerk, and another finger joins the first. And now I know why they needed lube.

“Ohmygod,” I rush out, “b-both of you,there?” I question, my heart thundering in my chest at the idea of both of them shoving those monstrous cocks back there, in my tightest, most personal hole. I’ve only been with one man at a time, or used one plug at a time, and now theybothwant to claim me.

Claim me.

That’s what it is.

I look over my shoulder, up the slope of my back, where two beautiful men stand behind my bare ass. They’re naked now, and I don’t know when that happened but my cunt drips at the discovery. Lance notices, swiping up my slit with his other hand—the hand that doesn’t have a finger buried to the knuckle in my ass.

Lance finds my face through my sweaty hair, and shows me the other collar. “Open,” he says after stretching it out between his hands before me. He slips the leather between my teeth, then says, “Bite.”

There’s rustling behind me, Aug’s fingers pushing my hair off my neck and back and then the sound of a metallic clink. My neck is pulled back and I know then that Aug and Lance are going to share the leash. My pulse skitters at the revelation.

Aug pulls the leash, raising me up on my haunches like a wild animal. While my arms flail and lube slips down my thighs, Lance slides onto the bed, feeding his legs between mine, splayed out on his back, hard cock in his fist.

I gasp just as Aug lowers me back down, and as I’m catching my breath and letting the stars in my peripheral vision dissipate, they’re there, at my hole, two blunt, wide heads pushing in.

Instinctually I surge forward, trying to escape the biting pain but the leash squeals as Aug yanks me back. “Ah, ah, ah,” he warns, his fingertips sliding up and down the crack of my ass as Lance raises his hips beneath me, feeding his cock into my ass, slow inch by slow inch.

“Let it hurt, that’s part of the punishment, right?” Aug says, his knuckles grazing my cheek as he grips himself beneath his crown. I love the way it feels, him touching himself behind me, grazing me, giving me hints of what he’s doing without me actually being able to see. It’s so hot. My head falls forward and I meet Lance’s eyes, hooded and hazy.

“Bite,” he commands, and around the drooly leather I bite down just as he thrusts up, hard and fast, sinking the rest of himself inside my tight channel. And god am I tight. I can feel how tight I am, how I’m squeezing his cock—his eyes roll into his head as he growls, “Goddamn it she’s strangling me. Get in here Aug, get in here now baby.”

My neck is given slack, and Aug’s hand comes to grip my hip, the leather leash pinched between us. At my hole, I feel him as he pushes the broadest, widest part of him inside me. I want to scream, I want to drag myself along the mattress, away from the burning pain of fullness.

But equally, I want to feel them claim me this way. Take my ass, both of my doms, at the same time, and fucking own it. I bite down on the leather collar so hard that my teeth ache and a searing burn spreads through my jaw. Still, I bite hard as Aug groans behind me, his cock sliding inside me, along Lance.

“Oh fuck,” Aug groans, his grip on my hip getting uncomfortably tight. “Goddamn, it feels so good being in this tight ass with you,” he rasps to Lance before bringing his chest at my back, putting his lips at my ear. “You’re taking us so well, little pup. You’re doing so,so good.”

The praise is blinding, my brain turns to mush as I wiggle my ass, the burning fullness sending an achy need through my hips. Aug grips me tighter and all around me, they move. Lance thrusts up, Aug pumps in, and my ass stretches and burns with each grunted, needy stroke they feed me.

Listening to how good I’m making them feel, how good they’re making each other feel—I can’t believe it but an orgasm builds inside, somewhere between my groin and belly. I want to ask one of them to touch my clit but I don’t. Leather hard between my teeth, their grunts blurring my senses, Aug’s sweat on my back, Lance’s lip pinched between his teeth from restraint—I don’t think I need to. The pressure in my ass and belly is so intense, I’m on the brink of explosion.

“Let me feel your cum,” Aug tells Lance, “Let me feel your cum in this ass, let me feel you claim her first,” he growls, surprising me with another harsh tug of the leash. My head jerks back and falls forward, breaking my focus, driving my orgasm off another few seconds. I whimper, the pressure between my legs so great, so intense, I think I’ll black out if I don’t come soon.

Then below me, my golden haired Sir rasps my name, broken and thin, before stilling inside me. “B,” he croons, using the nickname my bestie uses for me. It’s the first time he’s called me anything other than Brielle, and it feels more momentous than a nickname. It feels like a branding, a branding to go along with the claiming. And I love it.

And I love when heat spreads through my ass, a foreign feeling I’ve never experienced.

The rumble that crawls through and erupts from Aug’s chest shakes me to my core.

“Oooh fuck, that’s it, mark her, claim her, show her who she fucking belongs to,” he groans as he pumps into my ass, his fat cock slippery against Lance’s erection, which still flutters and pulses inside me. Then it happens.

Aug stills behind me, and his simple “Ooh,” pushes me over.

I come, and I don’t know how since nothing is inside my pussy and my clit isn’t even grazing a blanket, still, I come in hard, long, core tightening waves. Waves of release that rock me so hard my vision blurs. Aug’s cum tears through me, adding to the heat already there. His cock twitches, heat floods, and in response, my ass tightens around them both, my body bounces gently, and I whimper with pleasure.

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