Page 51 of Bound By Brielle (Crave & Cure Productions)

Aug reaches forward, and I gag a little as his cock slips further down the tight passage of my throat, but I keep him there as I listen to the metallic clink of a buckle. A moment later, warm leather loops my neck, and as Aug’s thick fingertips graze my wanton flesh while he collars me, my cunt weeps. My thighs tremble and my core tightens as I struggle to hold myself together, as I fight the urge to reach between my legs and alleviate the haunting, needy ache they’ve put inside me.

Lance sits in the chair next to Aug, and pushes his already unbuttoned and opened jeans down to reveal his cock. It thwacks his core as he gets comfortable in the chair, and I notice the way pre cum is smeared down his hardened shaft, how his head pokes out prominently from his foreskin, nearly purple it’s so dark. He strokes himself once, and he’s so hard that my womb aches at the sight. My cunt pulses, having mini orgasms at the sight of his thick, engorged cock. I look at Aug, who appears much the same—completely aroused after being suckled and held in the mouths of his two good pups.

Aug passes the leash to Lance, who wraps it around his palm and tugs my mouth down on his cock within a moment. I suck him as he guides me up and down his shaft, and I listen to Aug’s rumbly voice.

“It’s about freeing yourself from thought. Hanging up the detailed maze of tasks in your brain for a few hours every night. Giving yourself over to thoughtless action, action meant to give pleasure to the one you love. In return, that pleasure is given back to you tenfold, in orgasms and aftercare.”

My pussy drips—I can actually feel my cum and arousal threading between my puffy cunt and the floor. Pulling me down, I suck Lance deeper, loving the stunted groans that slip free from him when my nose hits his body. I’m happy to relinquish myself from thought for a few hours every night. But I wonder, what does Aug, who never takes on this role, get from always being in control?

“As the dominant, whether I’m sharing the title with him or not, I’m fulfilled by knowing that the people I love are willing to give me what I need, just the way I need it. And in return, I am gifted with your body. Splayed out for me, after you’re my pet, you’re my plaything, and I’ll make you come endlessly to show you my gratitude.”

Lance’s voice is unexpected and disruptive as he rasps, “Take the leash, take her mouth beforeIfeed her.”

Feed her.

I continue making a mess on the floor beneath me, the passive crushing of leather between palms making my heart race. Sweat trickles down my back beneath the satin as Lance slides his perfect cock from my mouth. A moment later, I’m inching over on my hands and knees as Aug’s cockhead pushes into my lips, his thick shaft filling my tight throat.

“Sometimes you’ll serve us both,” Lance says as Aug’s head falls back, my warm mouth doing a number on him this time. “Sometimes we’ll both serve him. Is that okay with you, pet?” Lance asks, reaching forward to stroke his lean fingers through my hair. I nod, making Aug’s cock bounce around in my throat.

“Fuck,” Aug groans, his voice thin, nearly shattering. “Let’s take this into the bedroom because you’re right, I’m about to give her a bellyful if we continue like this.”

They help me up, and I walk behind them in a haze, my thighs sticking together with each stride from my plenteous arousal. Once we’re in my bedroom, they strip me and then strip themselves. I watch, my head bouncing from one hard body and thick cock to the other, taking in the subtle and sexy differences.

Aug’s thicker than Lance, but meatier with muscle. There’s a smattering of dark hair over his knotted chest and belly, and his balls hang a bit lower than Lance’s, though still full and plump.

Lance is leaner but again, still all tight. His cock is the same girth and length, except he’s uncut, and watching his fist pump, pulling his foreskin back to present the pink head of his cock to me, does things to my pussy. Makes it clench and throb.

I look over at Aug who’s slit drips clear arousal, and find my cunt spasming at the sight. So many mini orgasms tonight, like my poor pussy can’t take just the sight of arousing things and she needs to cheat a little. I come in tiny, undetectable waves, just for some relief, to buy some time before the final explosion. I look between their incredible bodies, excited for whatever is on the horizon.

“Are you ready, sweet thing?” Aug asks, tucking hair behind my ear, letting his hand come to cradle the curve of my hip. Lance tweaks my nipple, then presses a soothing kiss to the hardened, abused tip. “Ready, good girl?”

Aug reaches out, unclipping the leash from the collar, dropping it to the floor. And then they stand there before me, hard cocks out like the carrot hooked to the stick.

I lick my lips. “I’m ready. Show me. Teach me how to be your good girl.” I look between their cocks. “Teach me how to be your sweet pup.”

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My perfect, golden pups.

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Looking on,Lance steps forward, using one hand to take the side of her face with soft dominance. He brings their mouths together, the sight of their tongues writhing as they moan through a slow, sizzling kiss has me stroking.

Brielle is fucking gorgeous. Full, heavy breasts with hips I dream about grabbing, and an ass I could come to just thinking about. She tugs her ponytail free, and her long golden hair curtains her back partially as she lifts her chin, giving Lance more of her mouth, giving more to the kiss.

His cock rests against her belly and I watch with rapt attention as she brings her hand to it, stroking the head against her flesh. He moans, bringing his other hand to her face, holding her mouth to his as his kiss grows ravenous. Their jaws flex as they give each other more passion, more tongue, both of them filling the room with soft, erotic moans. Her hand wraps his tip, and slowly she tugs until his head is completely exposed, pink and shiny.

But it’s my turn now, and because we are in sync, he releases her; stops the kiss, leans back, breathless, lips swollen. By the wrist, I tug her to me, and bring our mouths together. I love tasting him on her, but I also just love the way she kisses.

Her kiss is much different than his. Her lips are soft, nearly conditioned with how delicate they feel against mine. Her tongue isn’t brave the way his is; she’s passive, cautiously dipping into my mouth only after I’ve mauled her with mine. Her moans are more like breathy exhales, and I swallow them greedily like the starved man that I am. And when she reaches for my cock, that’s when I end the kiss.

She rolls her glistening lips together, chest heaving as she waits. She knows what’s next, because her eyes bounce between us, her nipples so hard I can’t help but groan at the sight. But then Lance’s hand is on my hip, his calloused thumb moving over my heated flesh, pulling me toward him. His blue eyes are soft with care, full of need and tenderness, and I swear before he brings our mouths together, he smiles at me.

It’s been so long since we’ve been happy like this. And as he kisses me, I know why. The reason why is all over his tongue, painted inside my mouth, standing right next to us. We kiss, we rub our cocks, giving her a taste of what it will be like to watch her doms together.

Our kiss breaks when she takes us in her hands, together. When he’s my pet, sometimes, Lance would do this. Jerked us together this way. I loved feeling him against me, hard but also slippery. Sometimes he’d jerk us off together like this and before I’d come, he’d bring our heads together, stretch his foreskin over my cockhead and shaft, as far as he could, and make me come that way. I’d fill him up with my cum, and when I was done, he’d drop to his knees and use my cum to finish himself off.

We let her play a moment longer, but I stop her by grabbing her wrists because we have to have a full night of roleplay. It's a must. Brielle must know what it’s like beyond a singular act, past one feel good moment.

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