Page 95 of Deviant Obsession

My leather armchaircreaks softly as I settle in, drinking in the sight before me. Rhea stands between the twins, still clothed but practically vibrating with impatience. It takes a Herculean effort to keep a straight face as I negotiate the scene I’m imagining with all three of them, a bemused grin threatening the corners of my mouth as Rhea tries to hurry me along.

"Alright, Dean, start with her zipper. Slowly. Ethan, stand behind her. Hold her hair back so I can see her pretty face while your brother undresses her."

They both follow my instructions without question, content to let me drive the scene. As per Rhea’s schedule, tonight is my time to play with her how I wish. I suspect they’re grateful to be involved, instead of having to wait for the next time they can have her to themselves.

"Good girl, staying so still," I praise her as the dress loosens. “Slip it all the way off, Dean. Show me that delicious body of hers. I’ve been dreaming about it all day. If anything, our girl should be punished for being such a distraction while I’m trying to work. What do you think, Rhea?”

“If my Master thinks I deserve to be punished, then he must be right. Though I hope it’s not something too awful, seeing as I can’t help it if he thinks about my body a little too often.”

I can’t help but let slip a chuckle at Rhea’s brave response while the black fabric whispers down her body, revealing inch after inch of luscious skin I've marked as mine countless times. No matter how much I train her, I hope she never loses that fiery edge that compels her to question me—just enough to make our dynamic that much more fun.

She has a natural brat in her, that’s for sure. One that makes my cock ache to remind her who’s boss.

"Look how wet she is already," I observe, noting the gleam on her inner thighs. "Spread your legs wider, sweet girl. Show your boys what they've done to you just by undressing you."

Rhea obeys instantly, her thighs parting to reveal her glistening pussy. Dean's groan makes me smile, we all know how he loves to be reminded now of those pretty scars on her inner thighs. The ones that reassure him of his vital role in our dynamic.

"Touch her breasts, both of you. Be gentle for now. Remember how sensitive she is." I watch as multiple hands cup her flesh, thumbs brushing over tight peaks while she visibly struggles to stand still. "That's it. Roll her nipples between your fingers. Make her squirm."

Rhea's first moan escapes when Ethan pinches slightly harder than his brother, making her arch back against his chest.

"Dean, slide your hand down. Trace her slit but don't enter her yet. Just feel how ready she is."

Dean's fingers glide through her wetness, making her gasp. "Fuck, she's dripping."

"Good. Now circle her clit. Slow, steady pressure. Ethan, bite her neck—that spot just below her ear that makes her whine."

They work in perfect synchronization, Dean's fingers drawing tight circles while Ethan's teeth graze her flesh. Rhea's legs start to shake as I watch her pleasure build.

"Please, sir," she whimpers, hips rocking desperately against Dean's hand.

"Not yet." I lean forward, drinking in her desperation. "Dean, slide two fingers inside her. Curl them up—you know the spot. Ethan, pinch her nipples harder. Make her feel it."

Dean's fingers sink deep as Ethan twists both nipples roughly. Rhea presses her lips together and I know she’s biting back a wanton scream. Placing limits on her noise levels is one of my favorite rules. It’s endlessly fun to watch her struggle before she inevitably fails so spectacularly.

"That's it, work her up slowly. Edge her until she's incoherent." I adjust myself through my slacks, my own arousal building as I watch them play her body like an instrument. "Add another finger, Dean. Stretch her properly."

Three fingers pump steadily now, Dean's thumb still working her clit. Ethan's mouth leaves purple marks down her neck, his hands never letting up their teasing assault on her breasts. Rheawrithes between them, desperate little squeaks falling from her pursed lips.

"Stop." I command just as her knees begin to buckle. "Pull out. Let her calm down."

Dean withdraws his fingers, gleaming with her wetness. Rhea pouts at the loss, her sad eyes seeking mine as she waits for her next instruction.

"Again," I command. "From the beginning. We'll edge her three more times before you fuck her. I want her mindless when you finally take her."

They begin again, hands and mouths working in tandem to drive her toward another peak she won't be allowed to reach. My perfect little girl, trapped between my sons, learning exactly who controls her pleasure.

The night is still young, and I plan to make her earn every orgasm I eventually grant her.

Just as I intended, Rhea’s control is well and truly frayed after the third time Dean is forced to pull away from her swollen clit. Her sweet cunt is puffy and pink, desperate to be filled when I finally say the word.

"On your back, sweet girl." I direct Rhea onto the padded bench in the center of the room. "Spread those gorgeous legs. Show us all how desperate you are after all that edging."

She's magnificent in her need, skin flushed and glistening with sweat, pussy dripping onto the leather beneath her. Three denied orgasms have left her trembling, eyes glazed with desire.

"Dean, kneel between her legs. Ethan, position yourself at her head." I watch them move into place, their cocks already rigid when I give them permission to pull them out. "Good. Now Rhea, open that clever mouth for Ethan while Dean fills your aching cunt."

Dean grips her thighs, spreading her wider as he swipes his erection through her wet lips. Ethan threads his fingers throughher hair, guiding her head to where he needs it before he slides down her throat. The sight of her stretched at both ends makes my cock throb almost to the point of pain.

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