Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“Jesus, look at you two. Holding each other, begging for more, your asses and backs red from the pain I give you. You’re so fucking perfect. My two perfect boys.”
He hit me again, and again, and again. Each time the flogger smacked down on Jordan, I could swear I felt it too, heard it loud in my head, and it made me feel like I belonged.
Then David stopped, and when the flogger hit the floor, the sound echoed inside me.
“Ian, on your hands and knees on the bed. Jordan, get him ready and then fuck him. Fill his hole for Daddy so I can fuck your cum deeper into him.”
“I will,” Jordan said, making me tremble.
I got onto the bed. Wet fingers pushed into my ass. I fucked back against them, wanted to come right then but knew I couldn’t. I would do anything to hold off and keep being David’s good boy.
When Jordan’s long cock speared my hole, I lost it. I was crying so hard, he stopped. I could hear them talking around me but couldn’t reply. David told him to keep fucking, and Jordan did. David told me how perfect I was, and how much I took care of them, and how good I was, and it all just made me cry more.
Jordan’s nails dug into my hips, and I felt him come, filling me with each spurt of his load. My balls were aching and full, and I bit my lip, forcing myself to do as my Sir said.
Then Jordan was gone and David was there, his thick cock railing into me. I cried harder. Jordan wiped my tears as I lay there, being a hole for David the way I had for Jordan. David tugged me tight to him, and I felt him spurt, more cum filling me, making his cock slide easier inside me. When he pulled out, I cried more, but then he held me close. I buried my face in his chest as his arms held me tightly.
“Clean his hole for Daddy,” I heard David say, and then I felt Jordan’s hands spread my ass cheeks, his tongue swiping at my hole and pushing inside me. He lapped at the cum, and I smiled into David’s chest. Sweet Jordan really was our little cum eater.
When he was finished, Jordan climbed in behind me. They were both holding me, one on each side. I was fully aware that I was the only one crying, and I hated it. Doing so made me feel weak, but somehow, I thought it was cleansing me too.
“That’s it. Just relax. You were so good for us, pup. You’re ours now. We own you, and we’re not going to lose you.”
I closed my eyes, sank into the feel of them, of David’s words and Jordan’s lips on my neck, my ear, my shoulder, and I just…let go.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Jordan
“How are you feeling, kitten?” David reached over Ian, who was asleep between us, and gently ghosted his fingers along my shoulder.
I tried to work through everything that happened this evening. “I feel good. I don’t… It didn’t seem to take as much out of me as it did Ian. I mean, that was hands down the most intense thing I’ve ever experienced, but I think it was more intense because of his reaction.” I wasn’t sure if that made sense or not, but it was how I felt. I cared about both Ian and David, a lot. We’d had quite a bit of sex, with me always the one getting fucked until tonight, but I’d never in my life felt connected to them or anyone else as much as I did right now.
“Your endorphins were still up too. That’s the thing about what we do—in handing control over in a relationship like ours, we feed off each other. It’s not just about sex and physical release. When you both give yourselves to me the way you did tonight, it’s…letting me possess you and, well, you possessing me as well. There are a lot of emotions. It’s like this long buildup before all the pressure is released.”
I nodded, touching one of the pink stripes along Ian’s back. I was sure I had them too. The sting was still there, and I wished I could see the physical representation of it. David was still touching me, comforting me, and maybe trying to ground me. I didn’t expect to crash the way Ian had, but then, I’d never had as much pressure inside me as he did either. I said, “And for Ian, it’s a lot harder to let people in, but he did tonight. When you said he was giving himself to us, that’s really what he did, didn’t he?”
We were speaking softly so as not to wake him. Ian didn’t so much as shift.