Page 77 of Bound By Brielle (Crave & Cure Productions)

I look at Lance. “I had plans for the three of us, but if you’re willing to give B what she wants tonight, so am I.”

He smiles. “The night is young.”

I swallow hard, because I haven’t made love to Lance in so long. Toward the end of our relationship, we never made love. We fucked, rough and aggressive. I yanked his collar, drug him on the leash, forced him to gag on my cock just to see his saliva coat my sack. It was feral and angry, because we knew we had an expiration date, and neither one of us could find a work around.

The three of us move quickly through the garage, all driven by our own desires for the night. Brielle wants release, but she wants a peek into our past, too. To be a part of it, in the only way she can, and I like that. Lance has the libido of a sixteen year old boy and the last four days of not orgasming have weighed on him like a year of celibacy. He needs to come, and though he’s not let on that veering back to our singular dom-sub dynamic will take him on an emotional journey, I walk a little slower because I know two things.

I know it will be an earth-shattering experience, being inside him that way again. And I know it will irrevocably bond the three of us, too.

People can watch adult movies that we make all day. All night, even. And as inspiring as our films are, there’s no personal connection or intimacy that can be felt while watching them. Because they are strangers on a set.

Watching someone make love to someone they love while you’re sitting next to them? It’s a heady, powerful, electric experience. I know. I tried to make things work with Claire, but when I attempted to be her cuck, watching her make love to her new partner, I nearly died.

But I love Brielle. And Lance does too. And she loves us. Her watching isn’t just for her, the way she may be thinking.

I pet her soft hair as we all silently filter through the house, to our master bedroom. We’re hungry, we’re thirsty, Lance’s favorite show is going to be on in twenty minutes.

None of that shit matters.

The bedroom door whooshes closed and it begins. Belts hit the floor, shoes sail across the room, Brielle curses when her hair tangles in her gold hoop earring as she yanks off her blouse, and finally, only a minute later, we’re all stripped to nothing but underwear.

“Watch, but don’t forget who’s in charge,” I tell her as I stalk past them to the bedside table, where I produce lube and a toy. Aspecialtoy.

Brielle points at the cock in my grip, and not the one angry in my briefs. “Is that Tuck?”

I nod, placing the cock on the floor, right on its suction bottom. Tuck bobs for a moment before I coat him in lube. Rising, I lift my chin. “Sit.”

She squats over it, tugging her panties aside as she lowers slowly. As the head breaches her, color takes over her cheeks. “I’ll never look him in the eyes again,” she breathes, biting into her lip to keep the smile at bay.

Hovering over it, her eyes shine up at me and I realize she's waiting for orders. Lance steps forward, stroking his palm along her cheek, down her neck. “Waiting for your orders?”

She nods eagerly.

“Fuck Tuck,” I say, nearly shaking my head at how apt the name really is. Her hand falls to the top of her panties, and though her pink lips are exposed, holding tight to Tuck, she strokes her clit beneath the thin fabric.

She sinks down in a single drop, I hear Lance’s swallow, and her hand strums her clit as her head falls back. I let her have a little fun, a minute at least of bouncing and moaning. Sweat glistens along her belly, even taking up residence in the velvety plain between her breasts.

“Stop,” I tell her, making her jerk her head forward, big brown eyes on me. With Tuck fully lodged inside her, I say, “Open.”

And what does my sweet pup do? She opens her fucking mouth, because it’sinher—the need to submit and give. I crack my knuckles as I face Lance, doing my best to ignore my own painful erection.

“Fuck her face.”

He blinks at me, and his eyes creep slowly over my lips, chest rising with a heated inhale as he does. “Don’t worry, I’m going to please my other pup very soon.” I reach down and collect the sticky liquid from my cockhead and drag the fluid along his bottom lip. “Now fuck her face.”

He licks his lips and my cock twitches, full of jealousy.

Then his back faces me and between his spread feet I see Fuck Tuck still lodged deep in Brielle. I cup myself, squeezing tight for one moment before looping my fingers through Lance’s collar, tugging him back. I see he’s already in her mouth, but when I pull him, his cock follows. Brielle’s mouth remains open as she watches us. I take his mouth in a hot kiss then do the same to her before stepping back to let them resume.

They wait for my word, and that makes my cock feel like it weighs heavily between my legs. “Give her what she wants, both of you come.”

Brielle needs to know that if she gets her way, there’s a price to pay. I’m the dom that exacts orgasms. She’s gonna get to watch us make love, but in turn, she’s coming for me endlessly. And Lance is going to take the punishment with her, like the equally needy pup he is.

I walk around them as his hips punch forward and her head slightly trembles back, the gurgles in her throat making me grind my teeth. His jaw is set, eyes laser focus on her open, pink lips that he plunges between every few seconds. When I’m behind her, I crouch, reach around, and with my hard cock pressed into her lower back, I push her hand away and rub her clit.

She’s so slick that my fingers slide right over her clit, swollen and sensitive. The way she whimpers and moans, and Lance’s cock is there to absorb the brunt of those cries, thank God. I’m so painfully hard, I think her full blown whimpers would have me pinning them both down to the bed, showering them both with my cum.

Her neck wobbles as I stroke her, and I know by the way she tries to lift herself off Tuck that she’s close. She wants to ride, she needs friction, she’s dying to feel the blunt head of that toy drive into her over and over.

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