Page 83 of Their War

“Did I say you could suck him off?” Arryn asked me, unperturbed by my anger. I rubbed the offended spot, narrowing my eyes at him. “Now, my Queen, if you can’t do as you’re told, I’ll have no choice but to restrain you.”

I sighed in defeat, not wanting to miss out on the chance to feel them. “Fine.”

“Fine, what?” he prompted me.

“Fine. Sir,” I bit out, the subservience chafing a little. I’d never been the type to submit, but I reminded myself that Arryn would make it worth my while. “What would you like me to do, Sir?” I asked with forced sweetness.

“I’m glad you asked,” he said deviously. “I want you to lay there and watch. If you move, we stop. If you make demands, we stop. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir,” I said, resisting the urge to clench my thighs together at the many images that now ran through my head. The possibilities of what came next nearly endless. Whatever it happened to be, I was totally down for it.

“Good girl,” he crooned sweetly, promises of utter domination and pleasure in his eyes.

His eyes glued to mine, he shrugged out of his shirt, pulling it over his head with one hand in a smooth movement that had my desire ramping up. When his hands found the button to his pants, my tongue darted out, my mouth suddenly dry. All of a sudden, I was a thirsty bitch who was ready for whatever he would give me.

Once him and his enormous erection were exposed to me, he stood there with his arms crossed. “Brannoc, come here.” Brannoc did as he was told, a question in his eyes as he looked at Arryn. “On your knees, Brannoc,” Arryn instructed. “I want you to suck me off like you did Rhowyn.”

Holy shit! I thought to myself. This was going to be a good show. Now, if I could just keep my hands off myself while watching it, all the better.

Brannoc dropped to his knees, his lips parting in preparation to take Arryn’s cock into his mouth. Before he could, Arryn thrust forward, roughly. His hands found the back of Brannoc’s head and kept him still as he fucked Brannoc’s mouth. The wet slurping that came from Brannoc as Arryn thrust in and out had me soaking wet.

Arryn had no mercy, his cock hitting the back of Brannoc’s throat and making him gag more than once. And even then, he didn’t let up, thrusting in and out as Brannoc moaned. “Fuck, Brannoc. You’ve got a magic mouth,” Arryn praised him. Turning to me, he asked, “Isn’t that right, my Queen?”

“Yes, Sir,” I said, no thoughts about defying Arryn anywhere in my mind now. All I knew was that I didn’t want it to stop. I had to fight the urge to finger myself, my own desire ratcheting up when Arryn groaned at my words.

“Such a good girl,” he praised, his eyes drifting partially closed as his head fell back. “Fuck, that feels good.”

Just as I was sure Arryn was about to come in Brannoc’s mouth, sending me over the edge at just the sight, he pulled back roughly. He patted Brannoc’s cheek. “So good,” he praised him softly. “Now, would you like to feel my Queen’s warm cunt wrapping around that thick cock of yours, milking you with every stroke?”

Brannoc just nodded once. “Lay down on the bed next to our good girl. She’s waited so patiently. I think we should reward her. What do you think, Brannoc?”

As Brannoc situated himself on the bed next to me, he said, “I think you’re right. She’s been a very good girl. How should we reward her?”

Fuck! Their words were going to be the death of me. It took every fiber of my being to not roll over and sit on Brannoc’s cock. I wanted him inside me. Now.

“Hmmm…” Arryn teased as if sensing my impatience and need. “Would you like to sit on Brannoc’s cock, my Queen?”

“Fuck yes, Sir,” I exclaimed eagerly.

They both laughed at my enthusiasm. “I guess, since you’ve been such a good girl, that it’s the least we can do.” Arryn said, “Go. Take him, my Queen.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I scrambled over until I was straddling Brannoc, his cock brushing my entrance. His hands found my hips as I tried to tease him in return, not sinking down on him just yet. Turnabout's fair play after all.

Apparently, Brannoc wasn’t willing to wait because he pulled me down as he thrust upward, impaling me. We moaned loudly together as he bottomed out, fully seated inside me. “Fuck, your pussy feels so good,” Brannoc breathed out.

“Is she soaking wet?” Arryn asked, from behind me.

“Fuck yes,” Brannoc said through gritted teeth. Needing more, I started to roll my hips, earning a hissed breath from Brannoc.

A slap sounded again, followed by a sharp pain on my ass. “Fuck!” I shouted, instantly freezing on top of Brannoc.

“Did I say you could move?”

“No, Sir.”

“No, I didn’t,” Arryn chastised me. The bed dipped as he climbed up on the bed, his body right behind mine. He pulled me back against him, one hand finding my breast and squeezing while the other dipped to my pussy. His fingers circled my clit briefly before he dipped two inside with Brannoc’s cock.

Holy shit, that was hot! Involuntarily, my core squeezed them both. Brannoc groaned with a soft curse while Arryn simply laughed softly, clearly pleased by his torture of us.

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