Page 6 of Enforced Love

“So sweet,” Heath groaned. He pushed my skirt up higher and really let out a groan when he discovered the wickedness of my unclothed ass. He bit the bottom of my right cheek. It was just a nip really but enough to have me squealing and lifting my head from Dracon’s chest. “And a naughty little vixen, too. She’s not wearing any underclothing, Dracon.”

Dracon’s eyes darkened, his nose flared, and I knew my wantonness turned him on even more. “We should probably punish her for that.”

Punish? What the hell was that? I knew some people were into the kink of being dominated and pushed around in the bedroom, but I was an Enforcer, and I was always the one in control.

Dracon must have seen my thoughts in my eyes for he leaned down and kissed me. Soft and slow, he traced my bottom lip with his tongue before slipping it inside my mouth. It was a slow exploration for both of us, no raging passion, not yet. Just a get-to-know-you, feel-you-out kind of kiss. He pulled back slowly and ran his lips along my cheekbone up toward my ear.

“You needn’t have any fear,” his voice whispered over me. “We won’t do anything to hurt you. Everything we do will bring you the most exquisite pleasure.” He pulled back to look me in the eye again. “And any time you want it to stop, all you have to do is say so.”

Heath nipped at my other ass cheek, and the trace of pain spiraled into pleasure almost immediately. I was dripping with excitement. I knew Heath could smell it, or hell, he might even be able to see it on my thighs. That was how turned on I was. Plus, it was almost a challenge to see just how far they would take me, how high and intense the pleasure would be. I’d never been this turned on before. No way was I stopping anything. I would see this through and explore this darker desire that coursed inside me.

I nodded, unable to speak due to the moans and gasps Heath pulled from my lips. The man was wicked with his mouth. The way he used it on my ass made me long to feel it on my pussy. I imagined him nipping and sucking my bare flesh. I wanted to feel those wicked lips and tongue on my clit, feel them at my channel.

“Boots,” Dracon said, and Heath helped to remove them. I used Dracon’s shoulders for balance as the men slid my footwear from my feet. “Hmm… No hidden heels,” he groaned, and I grinned.

Some women wore boots that appeared flat from the outside but had heels hidden inside the boots to make them taller. Soph refused to wear them, saying they were a lie, and she was proud of her small stature. Not all women felt as Soph did.

“Nothing fake here,” I promised, and he reached out to cup and squeeze my breasts again.

“I can feel that,” he groaned. He pulled back, and I trailed my hands over his shoulders and down his arms until our fingers linked. Then he pulled me along after him. Toward the bench thing.

“Have you ever seen one of these?” he asked.

“No,” I said, shaking my head.

“It’s called a pleasuring bench,” Heath said from behind me.

“Are you willing to try it out?” Dracon asked.

“Yes.” I nodded. My body was burning hot, and I was ready for anything that might bring us some skin-on-skin contact.

He moved away and nodded toward the bench at our feet. “Kneel at the edge there, with your legs straddling the base.”

His voice was rough and commanding, and I think I had a tiny orgasm at that moment. My nipples hardened further, my womb fluttered and my pussy spasmed, clenching on nothing. I moved to the base and knelt as he said, feeling the press of the bench on my sex. I groaned and looked up at Dracon and Heath, who now stood side-by-side to my right.

Dracon was still only shirtless, his gorgeous chest and abs on display. But Heath was already naked, and I licked my lips as I watched his hand stroke up and down the long shaft of his hard cock. He was thick with the head slightly smaller so that it appeared to taper up. That small head would make it more enjoyable for me when he fucked my ass. I wanted it now.

“Lie down on the bench,” Dracon said as he reached for the fastening on his pants.

The bench was angled at an incline so I leaned my body flat on it. It was narrower at the top than I’d guessed, and at chest level, it rode right between my breasts, leaving one on each side of the bench.

“Chin in the groove,” Dracon ordered, and I did as he said, letting my chin rest on the end. It fit perfectly.

“Now, let your hands fall to the sides and find the handles there,” Heath said.

I obeyed and naturally moved my legs closer to the base of the bench so I could be perfectly balanced. When I did, I felt a sizzle along my wrists and ankles and immediately tried to move. But I couldn’t. Something had emerged from the chair, snugly securing me to it. I was at their mercy now.

I looked back up at them just as Dracon opened his pants and let out his cock and balls. He was longer than Heath, though just as thick, and the head on his cock was bigger, flaring out over the top.

I licked my lips and waited. I was ready for whatever they wanted.

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