Page 91 of Taking Chances

A finger wrapped in black leather quickly finds its way over my thigh and buries itself deep into me.

“Ahh,” I moan, surprised by the sudden breach. The other guy grabs my hair, pulling my head backward. My scalp stings but it’s nothing compared to the delicious feeling of the finger inside of my pussy. It’s cold and smooth, so unlike what I’m used to, but it hits all the right spots, the thumb gently massaging my clit.

My moans grow louder, echoing the otherwise silent room. I can’t help but whimper when another finger joins it. My skin burns with the rope holding it back. A desperate need to come overtakes me, and I begin riding the fingers. My hips roll as my moans get feral, any fears about the whole scene long forgotten.

“F-fuck, I’m going to come,” I whimper, and the fingers exit me instantly.

My pussy clenches on nothing, but the orgasm is gone. I let out a groan, making them snort.

“Remember, hummingbird. You’reourpresent. You’re here to please us. To be used by us.” He wipes his fingers on my nipples, and my breath hitches.

They pull me back down to my knees. The floor is harsh, the ropes digging into my skin, but my eyes are transfixed watching them unbutton their trousers. They’re naked underneath, and I’m rewarded by two gorgeous, already hard cocks in front of me.

Another wave of arousal pools between my legs, but my heart beats faster, panic now getting to me. In theory, I knew it was going to happen. There are two of them, so it’s only logical there will be two cocks involved. But now that they’re inches from my face, a lump forms in my throat.

What the hell am I going to do with two cocks? I’m insecure enough when there’s only one involved. I try to take a deep breath, but the rope doesn’t let me.

“Color?” one of them asks. I want to answer but I can’t catch my breath. One of them pulls up a sleeve, bringing my face up.

“Give me a color,” he repeats. Right in my line of vision, a tattooed phoenix rises from the ashes.

Lennox.

It’s him.

He showed me it’s him.

My body instantly relaxes, knowing I’m safe. Knowing there’s nothing I could do to disappoint him. Knowing that whateverhappens, no matter how much he degrades me, he’ll tell me how good I did after. How much I pleased him.

“Green,” I breathe out.

“You sure?” he asks.

I nod vehemently. “I want to be a good present for you.”

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LENNOX

Motherfucking shit.

I groan at her words. My dick was already rock hard, but it’s practically bursting at the seams now. She was starting to panic, and I thought it was too much for her. Guilt rose in my chest, but when she recognized me and said ‘green’—fuck, it did something to me.

Her glossy green eyes stare at me with complete trust. It’s an intoxicating feeling, the way she trusts me to take her apart and put her back together again.

We outdid ourselves with rope work. The harness fits her perfectly, making for a breathtaking sight. Her skin is flushed, her freckles on full display. Her gorgeous tits are jutted out, the little pink nubs stiff with need. She’s completely under our control, her hands tied behind her back. Her pussy is fucking glistening, showing us how much she likes it.

The desire is coiled low in my stomach, so tight it’s hard to stand upright. Precum drips from my aching cock, and I can’t waste another second without her touch.

“Open,” I command, and she listens instantly, sliding her plump, pink lips wide open.

On a growl, I grab my hard dick, laying it onto her hot tongue.

“Fuckkk.” Just the slight contact is enough to have my eyes rolling to the back of my head. “Suck it.”

She does but I don’t let her set the pace. No, I grab her head and begin fucking her mouth.

She takes it all, being the good girl she is. She moans and whimpers around my cock, her hips moving frantically, searching for release.

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