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We do as she suggests, leaving her tied up but able to move a bit more freely as she lays on the bed. She could remove her blindfold with her bound hands now if she wanted but she chooses not to. It seems we might have a bondage convert on ourhands. I wonder if she’d be up for trying some more. The thought of Leah dressed up in PVC and playing a dominant role is an appealing one.

I move to the head of the bed where Leah obligingly opens her mouth wide for my cock. She’s definitely enjoying the submissive role as she sucks me, using her bound hands to stroke my shaft. It feels fucking incredible and I have to focus on not blowing my load right away. Only Leah can make me feel like an inexperienced college kid. My balls twitch as she caresses them, toying with them in her hands while I fuck her mouth.

“You’re so fucking good at that,” I groan.

I’m not even aware of what the others are doing, my sole focus is on the pleasure Leah is giving me with her mouth. I’m glad that she’s having just as much fun as I am though. Her moans are muffled by my cock and the vibrations from her cries of pleasure only serve to make it feel even better.

All too soon, I can feel the pressure rising and I know I’m about to cum. “I wanna cum on your tits baby, is that okay?” I ask.

I’m suddenly desperate to see her in this new, erotic way, tied up and covered in my seed.

“Oh god, yes,” she moans, as turned on by the suggestion as I am.

I release my load over her, painting her breasts in my semen. It’s a sight to behold, one I know I’m going to masturbate over for a long time. Just as I will over the picture I get to witness now as Knox and Axel fuck Leah and bring her as much pleasure as they can. The sight of her orgasming multiple times is one I don’t think I’ll ever grow tired of.

She’s fucking perfect for us.

I don’t know what we did to deserve her or what piece of divine intervention brought her into our lives, and I don’t care. All I know is, now she’s in my life, I’m not letting her go without a fight.

Chapter 22

Leah

Iwake in the middle of the night, desperate to go to the bathroom which seems to be one of the less pleasant side effects of my pregnancy. I dread to think what it’s going to be like when the baby starts pressing on my bladder. I can’t have been asleep long, I can hear the sounds of the late-night stragglers at the club, still partying. No doubt they’ll be drinking until the sun comes up from the sounds of their drunken chatter.

I climb out of bed, feeling deliciously sore from last night’s sexual antics. Now that we’ve done that, I know I want to explore more of the darker sides of sexual play with Rider and the others. I want to try it all, to fully explore my kinks and indulge theirs. Of course, being pregnant makes that a tad tricky, especially the more heavily pregnant I get. Luckily, we’ve got nothing but time, I think smugly to myself.

As I climb back into bed, I quickly check the time on my phone. My blood runs cold when I see the unread message on my screen.

Lying whore.

It’s from an unknown number, but there’s no doubt in my mind as to who it is from.Tony.I can only assume that he’s found out that he’s no longer the only man I’ve slept with. The message is dated a couple of hours ago, not long after we’d finished having sex and gone to bed.

How could he possibly know? Or is the timing coincidental?

My phone screen flashes, another incoming message. It’s from the same number.

The deal’s off.

For a moment, I feel relief. He doesn’t want me anymore. Not now he knows another man has had me. I’m tainted goods.

But then the next message comes.

Whore’s love it hard. So I won’t make this easy. My Hounds and I will see you soon, Leah.

Fuck.

With shaking hands I type back a response.

I don’t know what you’re talking about, Tony. I haven’t broken my promise. I’m still coming back to be with you tomorrow.

I feel sick just typing the words. But I have to keep up the lie, if I can convince him, then I still have time. I can go wake up the guys right now and tell them everything. I should have done so hours ago. I curse myself for wasting precious time that could have been spent solving this. Burying my head in the sand isn’t going to make Tony go away. My phone buzzes with another message.

I love you so much, you’re mine. Say you still love me too?

From the tone of his texts, he’s drunk. I have to be careful here, to play to his ego and tell him what he wants else he is likely to do something dangerous. People get hurt when Tony is drunk and maudlin. He needs to believe there’s still a chance between us, or else god knows what he will do. However, I can’t bring myself to say the words back to him.

You know how I feel about you.

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