Page 59 of Was I Ever Free

All I can manage is an enthusiastic nod while his voice lifts above us like a depraved sermon, instructing Barker step by step. Licking, sucking, thrusting. Two of his fingers slide inside of me, and I tumble into a state of lustful stupor, my hands fisting the sheet, my mouth open on a continuous mewl. I don’t even realize I’ve closed my eyes, victim to my senses until I hear Bastian’s voice.

“Open your eyes.” And I do so immediately, finding him sitting in a chair next to the bed. “Look at me when I allow Barker to make you come.” Leaning on his knees, his dark gaze slides to Barker. “That’s a good boy, don’t stop. I can tell she’s close,” he says in a low, heated voice as he pushes Barker’s face into me.

Barker’s vocal reaction to Bastian’s words is the same as mine—mindless and needy.

Even with all these lustful sensations overtaking me, I can’t help but wonder how Bastian always seems to know when I’m close to an orgasm—as if he already knows the secret language of my body.

Barker’s tongue is laving me at just the right spot, my core clenching around his fingers. That, alongside Bastian’s burning gaze, fractures me. My hand snaps to grip Bastian’s wrist as I come on a long moan, shamelessly grinding myself on Barker’s face.

I’m breathless, chest heaving widely, small curls sticking to my heated cheek, while I pull myself up to sit against the wall, my eyes still fixed on Bastian.

“Woah…” Is the only thing I find to say, the side of his mouth lifting ever so slightly.

I hear Barker sit up further down the bed, and when I feel the mattress dip close to my hip, I turn my head over to him. His devilish grin is back, pupils wide and glazed over. I realize then, maybe a little too slowly, that he intends to kiss me.

But the kiss never comes.

Instead, Bastian grabs him by his cut and lifts him off the bed. He scrambles to his feet, their faces mere inches apart. “Who gave you the right, pup?” Bastian growls, releasing him with a shove. With a bored flick of his wrist and an index finger pointing down, he says, “Kneel.”

I watch in absolute fascination as Barker doesn’t balk, sinking to his knees at Bastian’s command, while reaching for his belt. To my surprise, Bastian lets him, crossing his arms over his chest as if all of this is a mere inconvenience. Until his dark eyes slide to meet mine, and I see for myself how affected he really is. I can tell the very second Barker takes him into his mouth, because his eyes flutter shut for a quick loaded moment, his head falling slightly back, before he snaps them back open.

I’ve never seen someone so magnificently stoic, so cold in his beauty.

My gaze falls to Barker, his pink lips wrapped around Bastian’s thick cock, his cheeks hollowing out as he takes him even deeper. The sounds he’s making are choked and guttural.

Even though I just had an orgasm, my sudden arousal engulfs me, legs falling open once again as I cannot help but find my already swollen clit with two of my fingers.

Bastian watches me casually as if I am doing something as mundane as folding laundry. His eyes then move up, languidly traveling up my stomach, pausing on my breasts, up my neck, my open mouth, and then finally latching onto my own frenzied gaze.

“Do you need me to fuck you, Luce?” The dichotomy of what Barker is doing to him and his relaxed tone makes my head spin, but I eagerly nod anyway.

“Please,” I say softly.

His face hardens when he looks down at the man at his feet. “That’s enough,” he says while pushing him off. Barker's already split lip seems to have reopened, blood dripping down his chin while he looks up at Bastian. “Up.”

Hurriedly, Barker gets up to his feet, both men of similar heights and now face to face. Bastian grabs Barker’s jaw in his strong grasp and pulls him toward him, licking the blood off his chin in one long depraved lick. My eyes widen, and then widen even more when Bastian spits his blood back onto his face.

For a loaded moment, I think Barker has been pushed beyond his limits, that he will snap and attack. But then he smiles as if taunting Bastian right back, his tongue swiping over his split lip before he wipes his face with his palm and says, “Woof.”

Bastian's smile is devious in response. I don’t bother to attempt to understand why I find all of it so unbelievably attractive, both men kindling something inside of me that I am not sure I even knew existed.

A soft whimper slips from my lips and both men’s heads turn, their eyes as dark as the chasm I’m desperate to fall into. Bastian moves first, stepping closer to the bed, pulling me by the ankles, and dragging me closer to the edge. I let out a surprised shriek, Bastian chuckling darkly, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip as he pushes my thighs wide.

From over his shoulder, he tells Barker to kneel back down and wait for instructions and I continue to be astonished by his complete willingness to follow Bastian’s order. Even though I know firsthand how irresistible it feels to follow Bastian’s commands.

“Good dog,” he drawls, as he pulls his t-shirt over his head.

Bastian turns his full attention back on me while pushing his jeans further down his thighs but never taking them off. He sits on the edge of the bed, and I scurry close to him, eager to touch him whenever I am given the chance.

“Stand up, and face him.” His tone so much gentler now that he is speaking to me. I do as he says, his hands finding my thighs and caressing up to my hips. He guides me backward, making me sit on top of him, legs on either side of his. “Show him how wet and eager you are for my cock, Luce,” he says by my ear, a shiver traveling down my spine. I let my back fall into his chest, as his hands find my sex and spread me open. “Such a desperate little thing, needing to be stretched full.” His palms slowly smooth up my chest, kneading my breasts while he rolls my hard nipples between his finger and thumb. I bite down on a whimper trying to be quiet. “Now Lucy,” he says, finding my hips again. “Raise yourself up, and then sink your perfect little cunt on my cock, will you?”

This time, I don’t bother to hide my whimper as I do exactly as he says, feeling myself stretch around him the more I sink down. I start rolling my hips experimentally, and the sharp curse behind me and the hard grip on my hips tells me I am doing something right. I start getting into a rhythm, my sharp breaths in time with Bastian thrusting into me from underneath. My eyes are barely focused, Barker still kneeling in front of us, his gaze never wavering.

Bastian’s hand slithers up, his bracelet dragging over my chest as he does so. Collaring my throat, his hips move faster and faster as my own movements start to grow more feverish. “I should chain you up,” he growls in my ear. “Keep you all to myself and pump you so full of my cum, you’ll have no choice but to have my babies.”

My body flares like a star being born, his words the tipping point to my own sanity.

“Please, please, please,”I beg him breathlessly. He can do whatever he wants as long as he keeps making me feel like this. I stroke my clit mindlessly, barely hearing myself breathe out Bastian’s name over and over while I grind myself harder and harder on his throbbing cock.

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