Page 102 of Stutter

I roll my eyes. “Come on, let’s go get ready. I’m sure we can find suitable ways to quench our desires during our remaining time here.”

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A whimper wakes me sometime early Christmas morning.

“Shhh… you said you’d stay my good little tongueless whore, Siren. We have to be quiet, or you’ll wake them up too soon. Keep still.”

I arch a brow at what I’m hearing and look over to find Jonas sleeping closer to me in the giant bed. Behind him, I can see more snow falling through the windows, the sky is not bright due to the heavy clouds, but it is beautiful here.

I nudge him and the first thing he does is feel around for Raven. Not finding her and finding my chest instead, he opens his eyes in a light panic. I put a finger over my lips in a shush and jut my chin to where Maverick’s voice was coming from – the decorated tree in the room by the fireplace.

He tries to get up, but I pull him back down, the scent of his mint and citrus soap with a hint of Raven hits my nostrils, and I breathe the pup in. Fuck. I swallow down whatever words want to come out and shake my head at him to stay quiet.

“Aren’t you the most precious gift?” Maverick asks and a soft whimpering exhale fills the room, the sound going straight to my already hard length, always so ready to wake my Little Bird up properly every morning.

“Was that green?”

“Mmhmm.” She sounds muffled

“So soft and already glistening? Poor girl.” Maverick’s low condescending tone does nothing to help the ache in my balls. “No, no, Raven. You wore this as a gift for us, this isn’t a punishment, Siren. It’s a reward. For me, mostly. But it’s the filthiest thing you’ve ever worn, and I’ve seen every delicious inch of your naked flesh. Try to move. Oh you can’t, can you?”

There’s a small, muffled squeal and then two sharp slaps. “Hmmph!”

“Shhh Siren… I just want to taste you while you’re like this…”

A soft, breathy moan.

This grabs our attention. Jonas and I sit up, crawling toward the edge of the titanic-sized bed to see Maverick crouching on his haunches, and our sweet, naughty girl boundon the rug beneath the tree with colorful Christmas lights in a red little number, wearing a glittering Santa hat. She’s on her back, tits, pussy, and asshole completely lewd and exposed by her crotchless panties. Her ankles tied to her thighs, her arms bound to her sides, and a red silk tie is gagging her. She lifts her head, and Maverick, the beast, finally turns away from her pussy to see we’re fully awake and watching.

He grins salaciously and if the man had a beard, I’d liken him to a hungry predator, ready for the kill. “Merry Christmas.” He greets, dipping two fingers into his mouth, and releases them covered in saliva, only to shove them into Raven. Her back arches, mewling like a kitten into the tie.

She is the most erotic thing I have ever seen – a tied up, beautiful doll, created to be ruined, devoured and fucked mercilessly, and stuffed full of cum.

Jonas slumps down to the floor, crawling forward, every muscle in his back ripples. And when he reaches her, he doesn’t even saygood morningor wish her a happy holiday. I follow on my feet in his wake. He settles his head between her thighs and removes Maverick’s hand, kissing the top of her mound and inhaling her, twinkling lights reflecting off his face and the sight of them together… fuck.

“Baby…” he groans, nuzzling his nose into her trimmed curls, and then his mouth all over her glossy slit, “Did you wear this to get fucked in on Christmas morning?”

“Mmm.” She jerks.

“Did Mavie find you so slick?”

She nods, her hips moving to follow his lips, but he’s just coating his mouth in her arousal. I know he’s doing that so he can smell her later, all day long, the scent of her pussy permeated in his nostrils no matter what he does.

I do the same.

He sits up between her thighs, his knees on either side of them, his sweats already tented. Using his thumbs he spreads her pussy lips open, covering them in her glaze before plunging one in to the knuckle. “Pretty little pussy,” he groans, shoving in his other thumb and working them in tandem. “So warm…” he grins down at her, removing his thumbs to display her further, spreading her lips open and I hiss at the sight of how wet and needy she already is.

He licks, then jackhammers his tongue against her engorged bud, and she does her best to buck against him, but she can’t. Our poor girl is bound, being tormented and Ilovethe look of agonizing pleasure on her face. Maverick is a disturbed genius.

“Mmm!”

Jonas moans. “Shhh baby just let me taste you. Relax, baby girl. Mav, play with her nipples. She gets so fucking creamy when you’re mean to them. I want hermessy.”

Maverick chuckles and puts his hands on her, “I know. That’s why I pulled them out of this little number she’s wearing.”

I should tell them to be kinder to her, my poor little bird isn’t meant to be tied up… but I’m fascinated with the way her thighs tremble, causing the lights to glimmer against her flesh every time Jonas dips his tongue into her desperate cunt, licking up whatever comes out. “You taste so fucking good, Raven baby. You taste like you’re mine forever.”

She makes a twirl with her finger, signing the word foralwaysand it makes Jonas latch onto her clit.

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