Page 21 of Amour Fou
“Both of you can fuck my throat, just please let me come.” I feel no shame asking for this. “I’ll do anything. Please just make the ache go away.”
“Fuck me,” Xaden exclaims.
One by one they begin filling my throat, taking turns to thrust inside me a few times before swapping. My free hand being used to please the other while they wait for their turn.
“Such a filthy girl,” Xaden groans deeply. “You want both of us to fill up this hole before your cunt?” he asks pulling his length free from my mouth.
“Yes, yes… I need both of you!” I scream, tears streaming from the corners of my eyes as the pressure continues to build inside me. “Please… I just—” My words are stuck in my throat, choking on them because my emotions are all over the place. I can’t breathe. I can’t function. I can’t do anything. It’s too much to take any longer.
“V-vanilla,” I sob.
Both Xaden and Zeke freeze. The expressions on their face changing to panic.
“Everybody out!” Zeke bellows, stepping back. Quickly ushering everyone from the room and slamming the door shut, locking it behind him. My heart is beating through my chest so hard I fear it might break through my ribcage or even give out.
Zeke stops by the bed, taking hold of the red rope and untying it as quickly as possible. My arm and thigh fall limp to my side. “I’m s-sorry.”
“Don’t you dare apologise, baby. You did so well, we’ll take good care of you.” Launching the rope to the other side of the room, Zeke lifts me in his arms and moves to the leather chair in the middle of the room.
Sitting down, he turns me in his lap so I’m facing out, his chest to my back. “You did so well tonight, Little One. I’m so proud of you.” His praise washes over me like a glistening sea of diamonds, my chest tightening instantly.
Xaden kneels in front of me, brushing his hand over the side of my face sweetly. “Are you ok?”
All I can do is nod.
“Perfect,” I breathe, praising her.
“You did so well, Alyssa.” Zeke caresses her face, soothing her and praising her further in a soft tone. She called out her safe word, and as promised, everything stopped.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” I smile softly.
“No.” She bites her bottom lip. “Please, I just… I didn’t—”
“You called your safe word, Alyssa,” Zeke confirms. “So, let us take care of you.”
Closing her eyes, she drops her head back, sighing heavily. “I just wanted the torture to stop. Nothing else.”
I look up, meeting my best friend’s gaze. Typically, we would stop everything altogether, provide aftercare, and make sure she felt safe in her room.
But that’s not what she wants.
Reaching up, I cup her face with both hands, but her eyes still remain closed. “Tell us what you want.” I slide my thumbs back and forth over her reddened cheeks.
“I don’t want to stop. Please?”
“Alyssa,” I sigh.
“Please, Xaden,” she whimpers, “please don’t stop, please let me come.”
“Z?” I question, not taking my eyes off of her because right now I don’t think I have the strength to deny her what she’s asking for. Not when she’s pleadingthe way she is. And more than anything, our first priority is to make sure she’s ok, that she feels safe.
“Look at me, Alyssa.” His order is subtle, and when she opens her eyes, he stares at her for a few seconds, silently considering what to do. Whether the three of us should continue or end this whole night and leave her reeling without an orgasm.
Shit, that’s punishment enough.
Something I’d never want to experience.
“Please?” Alyssa whispers. “I’m fine, I promise.”
