Page 26 of Deviant Knight

“As much as I want you stroking my dick, kitten, I would much prefer you to be defiant.” He strokes himself slowly, his eyes on mine. “I want to watch him punish you.Iwant to punish you for refusing to jerk me off.”

“Hand on Krishna’s dick, now,” Domenico barks out too close to my ear, his tone lacking patience. This time, shudders skate down the length of my spine.

I comply, moving my left hand down the side of my body. When I lift it, I’m hesitant, but then Krishna snatches my wrist, forcing me to latch my fingers around himself. Squeezing, I tug on the skin, moving toward the tip. His eyes flutter as a breath exits his lips.

“That’s it, baby girl,” Domenico praises me while he continues to work my other hand, helping me pleasure myself as I pleasure Krishna. “As I increase your speed as you rub your clit, I want you to stroke him faster. You understand?”

“Yes,” I say as two of my fingers slip back inside me, coating them yet again.

“Good girl,” they both say in unison.

Pulling my wet fingers out, he positions two of my digits at my clitoris and then makes me rub circles around the sensitive area. At first, it’s a steady pace, and since I don’t have to concentrate with him in charge, I can keep the same back and forth pace as I run my fisted hand up and down Krishna’s length.

His arctic eyes are on mine, and I can’t look away from them. He towers over Domenico and me. “That feels good, kitten,” he praises, and I’m left with a weird feeling in my chest. I’m not used to accolades. It’s so foreign to my ears that I almost want to ask him if he meant what he said.

When Domenico’s control of my fingers increases, I do the same, obeying his request and not understanding why I haven’t run out of the room yet. But that’s a lie. I do know why. It’s part fear, part need.

On one hand, I’m not sure I want to find out if they wouldn’t release me if I told them I wanted to leave. No one has ever given me what I want, or even asked me. On the other hand, it’s not as though I’m not enjoying whatever this is. I’m tired of having dreams that involve Domenico and sometimes he and Krishna, only to wake up to a pending orgasm that vanishes. It’s always just out of reach, and I’m sick of it.

The truth is, I want this. Their motives or reasons don’t matter to me. I know my soon-to-be marriage to Domenico isn’t real, but why shouldn’t I get something good out of the deal?

“I want you to come on her pussy,” Domenico says to Krishna, but his voice is so close to my ear that it’s as though he’s speaking to me and me alone.

Domenico amps up his speed, so I stroke faster and then faster again, but I’m starting to lose control, and that’s when Krishna wraps his fingers around mine, keeping the pace for me the way Domenico is doing with my other hand.

I suck in a breath as my center tightens.

“Oh, fuuuck, that’s . . .” Krishna trails off, his eyelids fluttering as his breath whooshes out his mouth.

“You’re really making me work for this,” Domenico whispers, his bottom lip touching my ear lobe. His hand supporting my neck moves up, his fingers gliding through the strands of my hair. Fisting his fingers, he pulls my hair, but it’s not in a painful way I’m not enjoying. “It’s time to come, baby girl.”

Warm spurts of liquid land on my center, my thighs, and that’s when the muscles inside me tighten as I reach that peak. It’s intense as the muscles inside contract, making me cry out, unable to hold in everything I’m feeling. The pleasure is overwhelming.

“See, you can make yourself come,” Domenico says before the bed shifts. As I try to catch my breath, I glance at him as he pushes himself to his knees. “And now you’re going to do it again.”

Krishna pulls my hand away from his softening cock, then he bends and brushes a kiss to my knee as Domenico pulls his boxer briefs down his muscular thighs.

“Suck me off,” Domenico says.

“You’re getting a little too used to my mouth on your dick, don’t you think?” Krishna replies.

“The pet needs to learn,” he tells Krishna as his hand forces my fingers to move lower, running my digits through Krishna’s cum until my fingers return to my entrance. He eases two inside me and then pulls them back out. “What better way than with a visual demonstration from a pro.”

Krishna’s hand finds the inside of my calf from where my legs are still bent and starts to rub the skin softly. He and Domenico stare at each other in a long beat of silence as they kneel on each of my sides.

“Keep finger fucking my cum into her pretty little pussy and I’ll make you come in under a minute.”

Krishna’s body bends over me. The hand he used to guide mine up and down his shaft juts out, caressing Domenico’s balls. Within a heartbeat, his lips are wrapped around Domenico, his cock disappearing into his mouth. I watch, unable to look away as his throat expands, taking Domenico as deep as his thick length will go.

“Ciera,” Domenico calls out, his breath labored. His hand leaves mine, and I almost halt as my fingers slide through my folds and then back inside me with ease. His fingers grip my knee. “Don’t stop finger fucking your pussy. I want every drop of K’s cum inside you before I come. Understand?” he asks, finally looking back at me as his fingers from his left hand plunge into Krishna’s blond hair.

“Yes,” I answer, my own words falling out of my mouth in a breathless tone.

Domenico grunts as Krishna works him. I’m watching like I really am trying to learn because I can’t take my eyes off how Domenico’s cock slides in and out of Krishna’s mouth so smoothly. This shouldn’t be turning me on more, but it is. With each plunge of my fingers inside me, I’m wetter every time I pull them back out.

“Don’t swallow,” Domenico says, his voice breathless, telling me he’s close to his release. “I want you to spit it on her pussy.”

The muscles inside my body clench at his demand even though his words were not for me.

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