Page 78 of Bound By Brielle (Crave & Cure Productions)

“Sit.” She can have her first orgasm be slightly torturous.

She whimpers as I look up at Lance, who is stroking one hand across the short blonde hairs on his chest, the other at his side. I wait for him to feel my gaze, then say, “The price for my pup to get her way is many orgasms, but bestowed at my command, and under my conditions. I don’t want to be cruel to my pup but it’s important for her not to find comfort in asking for things. So,” I reach around with the hand not fucking her clit and slap her breast. “This will have a mix of pleasure and pain.”

Lance blinks at me now, his idle hand now moving as he drums his fingers along his thigh anxiously. My cock likes that and slickness slides between my shaft and Brielle’s back, and she moans when it registers.

“Your turn, and you stop when I say you do,” I tell him, rubbing furiously at her clit as she tries to steal tiny grinds of Tuck.

Lance hits her right breast first. Her nipple tightens, the areola tightening as her tit pinkens from the slap. He does it again, in the same spot, and then quickly goes for the third on her left.

Reaching down, I stroke myself slowly, letting my knuckles and the knowing movement tease Brielle’s back. My hand never stops working her clit.

“Slap her cheek. Feel yourself in her mouth. Her greedy, hungry little mouth.”

The sound of Lance’s vast palm hitting Brielle’s cheek has me rubbing her faster, his hips moving quicker.

“Again,” I groan, now just holding my cock, not stroking.

He slaps her cheek again, and then again without a cue. And I rub her as she gargles around him, his breaths jagged and rough as he barely holds it together.

“Come,” I say quickly, knowing I have a small window of controlling their orgasm versus punishing them for orgasming.

She comes, her spine threatening to curve as it goes soft with her loss of control, but I wrap my other arm around her chest to hold her up, my cock hard against her back. I hold her as her cunt spasms and look up in time. Lance reaches out, taking Brielle’s head in his hand as he thrusts forward one final time. A guttural moan leaves his chest and her throat bobs, swallowing as he orgasms right in her mouth.

I give them a few seconds to twitch and throb, to come down from the unbelievable high, and then get to my feet. My dick is the color of ripe raspberries and the tip is sticky and wet. It’s not my turn yet but God am I ready.

Doms need to have patience, so I plunge my cock in Brielle’s mouth, ordering her to lick me clean. Then I pull her to her feet and tell her to take Tuck and get on the bed. Lance takes his place on his back, pillows stuffed under his neck.

I knee onto the bed over Lance, but turn to face Brielle, who is lying on her side facing us. Her nipples are hard and her knees spread, one arm working Tuck into herself as she watches.

“First, no more plugs,” I tell them, and watch my obedient pups reach between their legs, a look of hunger and satisfaction washing over them as they remove the toys.

I look her in the eyes. “I’m going to tell you about it, and I want you to imagine it.” I lean in and kiss her, Lance’s breath hitching as my wet cock presses into his inner thigh. She nods as I pull back and give him my focus.

Slowly, our mouths come together. His tongue is warm, and fits against mine so well. I remember these kisses—the slow and careful ones right before we make love. The ones that say more than I want you. That bear whole conversations of worth and meaning. I’ve missed these kisses, this close connection.

I pull my lips from his and look down into his eyes while telling Brielle. “His tongue feels so good inside my mouth, and his lips are so soft.” I get comfortable over him, lowering myself to my elbows. Heat drifts off his core, warming my already balmy skin. I reach between us, notching my head at his hole.

He pulls his knees to chest, making room for me as I press into him, sinking inside an inch at a time. “Open.” It’s one of my favorites, and spans the gamut of need. His body relaxes as my hips slide forward, burying all of myself inside. The way his eyes flutter closed as his jaw flexes, allowing himself a moment of private delight before resuming his role of devout pup, it drives me wild.

My focus wobbles as my hips slow to a stop inside him, taking a moment to collect myself. I want to pummel him until his voice is hoarse tomorrow, until the neighbors know my name, until he can’t move and doesn’t even know who he is.

But I’m here to give them what they need first. I take his mouth again as my hips continue their slow roaming, my cock already throbbing, my impending orgasm coursing through my veins like lava, disintegrating everything in its path.

But I need them both to come first.

Shifting my bodyweight to one elbow, I reach between us again, this time filling my palm with him. He groans as my fingers wrap his shaft, and I turn to watch Brielle. Lip pinched between her teeth, she grabs her breast with one hand and drives Tuck inside of with the other.

“The way he feels beneath me,” I tell Brielle, her hand speeding as soon as I speak. “So fucking good. So pliant and eager.” I roll my hips forward, biting the inside of my cheek so hard that copper floods my tongue, “He lets me in on command because he wants me to take him, the same way you want me to fuck you, too.”

She nods, the flush in her cheeks melting, spreading down her neck and breasts. I look down at Lance, who is peering at his cock in my hand.

“It’s time to come again,” I say before reaching for Lance’s hand, my resolve tested at his muted whimper when I release my hold on his dick. “Come closer.” She scoots toward us as I place Lance’s fingers on her clit. “Rub her, and remember, good boys come only when they’re told.” I kiss his feverish lips before looking back at her.

My hips resume their glorious journey of tunneling him, long and deep strokes in, quick pulls back, over and over. He’s fighting release, he’s fighting a complete eruption over his belly and chest, I can see it in the way his eyes fight, wanting to look down at where I hold and touch him, but also wanting to last. He doesn’t want to be punished. No one wants to be in the pen.

“He’s so hard right now, B,” I tell her, my eyes sweeping over his face. I become more breathless with each detail I take in; the sweat on his forehead, the way his soft blonde hair sticks to that sweat, the pink in his cheeks, the mark in his lip from biting down. The most beautiful thing is the silence he gives when he’s my submissive pup. No argument, no bite, just all willing and eager man, begging to please his Sir, and be pleased by him in return.

“He feels so good. But how does she feel, my boy? Speak. Tell me how good her cunt feels all over your fingers.”

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