Page 52 of Deviant Obsession

"You love it though, don't you?" Ethan's breath is hot against my sweat-slicked skin as he starts to move, shallow thrusts that are too much and somehow not enough at the same time.

"Fuck, yes!" The curse comes out as a desperate cry, sounding so foreign on my tongue. It occurs to me for a split second that I’ll have to tell Nat what it was that finally prompted me to employ the vulgar language I’d so stoutly refused in the past.

My whole body trembles as the twins begin to find their rhythm, working me between them like an expertly choreographed dance. Dean captures my lips again as they pick up the pace, pounding into me in alternating strokes that never leave me empty. The stretch burns in the best way as they take turns pushing deep, using my holes for their pleasure. I'm completely at their mercy, helplessly impaled by them both.

"Look how well she takes it," Ethan groans, one hand snaking around to tease my nipple. "So perfect."

The added stimulation makes me moan, clenching around them both. Dean breaks the kiss to watch my face as pleasure overwhelms me.

"Please," I beg, barely able to string a couple of coherent words together. "Please, I need..."

"Need to come, baby?" Dean's grip tightens almost painfully on my hip. "Need to come with both our cocks stuffing you?"

"Yes!" I'm almost sobbing now as they pound into me relentlessly. "Please let me come."

"Come for us then," Dean commands. "Show us what a good little whore you are. Milk our cocks with these tight holes."

The permission is all I need. I shatter completely, every fiber of my being seizing and melting as my mouth drops open on a silent scream. I can barely draw breath, let alone make a sound as the climax puts me back together and breaks me apart over and over again. Through it all, Dean holds my gaze, watching every second of my release with rapt fascination.

"Fuck," Ethan growls, his thrusts faltering. "She's so tight when she comes. I’ll fill this ass up..."

"Do it," Dean growls, his own hips snapping up harder until I’m sure I’ll have fresh bruises on the inside of my thighs. "Show her who she belongs to."

Ethan slams deep one final time and I feel his cock pulse as he empties himself in my ass. Dean follows seconds later, flooding me with his second release while his head drops back on a guttural moan.

For a long moment we stay like that, all three of us panting and trembling. My back is plastered to Ethan’s chest and Dean’s grip is still firmly holding my hips. Eventually, Ethan seems to float back down to earth, and he pulls out slowly. I feel his load trickle down my thighs as he steps back, the sensation so satisfyingly dirty.

"Such a good girl," Dean purrs, pulling me against his smooth chest. His cock is still buried inside me, softening gradually. "You took that so well for us."

"I’m so proud of you, little one," Ethan agrees, his fingertips stroking down my spine. As usual, his touch turns gentle now, soothing rather than possessive.

Completely drained, I go limp in Dean's arms, my face resting in the crook of his neck. His heartbeat thunders against my own as his hands trace lazy paths up and down my thighs. Every muscle in my body feels like jelly, pleasantly used and aching.

His lips find my shoulder, pressing soft kisses up and along the column of my throat. "Our beautiful girl," he murmurs against my skin, making my stomach flutter traitorously. Every gentle touch, every soft word of praise washes over me like warm honey.

In this moment, cradled between them as they tend to me with such reverence, I realize I never want to leave this spot. I could stay here forever, safe and cherished between them as their perfect submissive. Nothing else matters—just this feeling of complete belonging.

Only, I can’t afford to think like that. This is just supposed to be playtime. Once we leave this room, I’m supposed to hold onto nothing more than the excitement to play again. But something in my chest is betraying me. Something that took root the moment I looked into Dean’s eyes and saw more than just carnal hunger.

Hell, if I’m honest with myself, it took root a long while before that.

I’m just not sure I can trust what I think I’m seeing…

And I don’t dare to ask.

Chapter 16

Dean

The club fills steadilyaround me, regulars drifting in exchanging excited chatter about tonight's event. I lean against the bar, watching without really seeing as Ethan directs the staff through final preparations. Everything feels slightly off-kilter, like I'm viewing it all through warped glass.

"Well, well. If it isn't my favorite rigger."

Jade materializes beside me, all lithe grace in her demo attire, which consists mainly of strategic strips of black leather. Her fingers trail up my forearm, a move that used to send electricity straight to my cock. Now it just makes me want to step away.

“Sup, Jade?”

"Hey, yourself," she purrs, pressing closer. "So…I was thinking, after the demo... Maybe we could slip away to one of the private rooms? For old times' sake?" Her scarlet-painted nails scratch lightly at my bicep. "I've missed your rope work."

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