Page 75 of Finding the Forward: Part Two
“Yes, my king. Make me the filling in a hot man sandwich.” My pussy grew damp at the thought of having both of them at the same time that way, even though I’d already been fucked several times tonight.
“Ireallylike thismy kingbusiness,” Grif breathed, coming up behind me as he put a hand around my throat. “You’re ours tonight, Kitten.”
Yes, please.
“I’m in charge. You don’t come unless I give you permission. Me, not him. You do what I say–and he does toyouwhat I say.” AJ’s voice was gravelly. “Now get on the bed.”
Chapter Twenty-One
AJ
Verity climbed onto my bed, nestling herself among the pillows, driftwood scent syrupy with happiness.
If I painted people, I’d paint her just like that–relaxed, happy, and completely naked.
People weren’t my thing, at least with paints. My fingers itched to sculpt her. To chip away at the stone until only a nude, happy Verity remained.
“Suck Grif’s cock while I get things ready, so he’ll get his three holes from you for tonight. No, you don’t get to come until I say–andno hands,” I told her as I picked up the robes and towels off the floor and hung them up in the bathroom.
When I returned to the dimly lit bedroom, naked, Grif laid on the bed with her. He murmured quietly as he stroked her hair, his cock in her mouth. Their scents entwined, making my room smell like a storm on the beach, laced with the sweetness of desire.
He was too soft on her, but that’s what she needed from him.
Opening my drawer, I looked through it since I wanted a toy for her ass. After that day in the greenhouse, where I promised to take care of her at another time, I’d gotten a few things in preparation.
What about a gag? I looked over at her, the cute little noises she made getting me hard. Maybe. The blindfold? Oh, most definitely. The restraints, too. And the nipple clamps.
How had I gone from hating her to buying sparkly pink nipple clamps?
Grif finished fucking her face, and the two of them cuddled on top of the covers of my bed. I loved seeing her submit to him. Verity trusted us. While I didn’t know that much about her past, I knew enough to treasure that she gave it to us so wholeheartedly.
“Look, I’ve got something for you.” I crawled on the bed and held the nipple clamps up. “Will you let me decorate your beautiful body, Princess?”
She nodded as I attached the clamps to her pert nipples, watching her face, searching for them being too tight.
By the way she rubbed her thighs together, she liked them. Good.
“Those look so pretty on you.” Grif stroked her hair which had come out of its bun.
“I’ve got this, too, so I can get you ready for me.” I showed her the toy, which had a bit of a knot on it. “Be quiet, or I’ll gag you. Everyone’s home and I don’t want to share your cries. Though I love your cute noises,” I said as I put the blindfold on her.
Again, her face indicated that shelikedthe idea. Good.
“What’s your safe word?” I got her on her knees and lubed up her ass and worked the toy in, Grif playing with her breasts. Everything we’d gotten for her was pink, a stark contrast to the dark colors in my bedroom.
“Fruity little drink.” She smirked.
Grif smothered a laugh, and I shrugged. After all, she’d come up with it.
“Good girl. Don’t be afraid to use it. Now, don’t you dare come. You won’t like the punishment, promise,” I growled, as I continued to work the toy into her.
Grif teased her blindfolded face with little kisses.
“Look at that, Grif.” Toy fully seated in her ass. I sat back on my heels, admiring her for a moment. “All she needs is to be tied up.”
“Perfect.” Grif kissed her on the lips and turned her so she was on her back.
Taking the rope, I tied her arms to the bed, giving her plenty of slack so we could move her as we pleased. “Too tight?”
