Page 50 of Deviant Obsession

"Yes," I sigh. My skin burns wherever he touches, the waiting game kicking my desperation into a whole other gear. With a boldness that I don’t quite recognize in myself, I add, "Maybe...maybe we could move on to the fun part now?"

Dean’s laugh is louder this time, and I can’t tell if he’s pleasantly surprised by my bravery or planning some new horror to remind me who’s in charge. His roaming fingers disappear for a moment, until a hand suddenly cups my chin and tilts my face up. His thumb traces my bottom lip, "You think you deserve some fun?"

"Please," I whisper, whinier than I intended. "I'm sorry I was late. I'll be so good for you."

"Well, since you asked so nicely..." Dean's hold tightens slightly on my jaw. "What do you think, bro? Should we give her what she wants?"

Wait… Ethan is here?

"Seems only fair," a second voice drawls, coming from somewhere near the door. I hear him moving closer, the presence of both in the room making my nerves prickle with excitement. "She's taken her punishment like a good girl. I certainly have a few ideas for how to reward her."

Dean's hand slides down to grip my throat, just firm enough to make my pulse jump. "Would you like that? Having both of us play with you at once?"

Almost drooling at the suggestion, I nod frantically, hissing a little when the motion wreaks havoc on my ass. "Yes, please. I want that so much."

"Tell us how bad you want it," Dean commands, tightening his fingers until my breath comes in short pants. "Tell us exactly what you need."

Heat floods my cheeks, but I force the words out. "I want to feel both of you. Please, I've been thinking about it since...since that night in my apartment. When you both came over. I want you both inside me, using me, making me take it all."

"Have you now? Such a greedy little slut."

He releases my throat, and I hear the distinct sound of his zipper lowering. "I’m not quite finished with your punishment, but maybe Ethan could get started on your reward while you show me what that pretty mouth can do. Is that the kind of fun you had in mind? Want to choke on my cock while my brother plays with your needy cunt?"

"God, yes," I groan, already parting my lips. My tongue darts out to wet them. "I want to taste you."

I feel the hot press of his cock against my tongue, already rock hard and leaking. Just the knowledge that he’s so turned on is enough to make me think I could stay tied up like this for hours. If it pleased him, I’m sure I could do it.

"Open wide for me. Remind me what a good little cocksucker you are."

I obey eagerly, moaning around him as he slides deep into my mouth. The familiar taste of him sets off an instant throbbing between my thighs. Thankfully, Ethan is right where I need him, swiping over my clit so expertly my eyes roll back beneath the blindfold.

"Fuck, she's dripping," he practically purrs, pushing his fingers inside me. "You really do love being used like this, don't you, little one?”

I can only hum my agreement as Dean starts to fuck my mouth in earnest, his tight grip having moved from my jaw to my hair. Ethan's clever fingers work me higher, alternating between curling deep inside me and teasing my clit until my tired legs are shaking uncontrollably. Being filled at both ends while still having the hook in my ass has me teetering on the edge embarrassingly quickly.

"That's it," Dean growls above me. "Take it all like a good little whore. Choke on it."

My jaw aches but I hollow my cheeks, sucking him harder while he hits the back of my throat again and again. Drool leaks from the corners of my mouth but I don't care - I just want to please him. Ethan adds another finger, and I rock back desperately, chasing more friction despite my awkward position. Despite my aching knees.

"Just look at her," Ethan chuckles. "She's fucking herself on my fingers while she swallows your cock. Such a desperate little fucktoy."

The degradation makes me moan louder, rock faster, tears leaking from beneath the blindfold now. I've never felt so used, so completely owned. It's everything I've been craving from them both.

Almost too soon for my liking, Dean's hips stutter and the salty taste of cum coats my tongue. His fingers tighten painfully in my hair as he pushes deep, holding me there as hot spurts hit the back of my throat. I throw all my focus into not gagging as I swallow hungrily around him, basking in his guttural groan of satisfaction.

"Fuck,you’re so good at that, baby," he pants, caressing my cheeks with his thumbs. His hands then quickly find the collar at my throat, finally loosening the tension on the hook. The relief is immediate, though I'm achingly aware of how stretched I still feel, and how unsatisfied.

Ethan's fingers don’t relent as I gulp down all the air I can get. "She’s getting close," he murmurs in that quietly nonchalant way that’s so easy to distinguish from his teasing twin. "Should we let her come?"

"Not yet," Dean says, and I groan in protest. I feel myself clench desperately around Ethan's fingers, trying so hard to hold back my climax so that I don’t earn another punishment.

He chuckles quietly, “Whatever you’re gonna do, you better do it soon. I don’t know if she can hold out much longer.” His fingers slow their pace but don't stop entirely, keeping me right on the edge. The deliberate denial makes my whole body shake with need.

“My needy little toy deserves a good fucking. I want to see how many times we can make her come on our cocks. Feel free to get started, I’ll be ready for a turn in a minute or two.”

I have to hand it to him, Dean knows exactly how to rile me up to the verge of insanity. Of course, he’s withholding my orgasms just so he can wring as many as possible out of me on his own command.

It’s always about the control.

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