Now that Grant was fully hard, his dick stood at attention, its slight curve angling toward the ceiling, and I wouldn’t need a hand on him. I placed my palms flat on the ground, putting my ass in the air, and lowered my mouth on him once more.
The head of the wand vibrator was set against my clit, but not turned on. “Fuck him with your mouth, but just the head, and look at him while you do it.”
The vibrator buzzed to life, and the pleasure was instant. I did exactly as told, eager now. I sucked on Grant, hollowing my cheeks, and watched lust twist in his eyes. I flicked my tongue, I traced the ridge, and when Joseph told me to, I ran my tongue down the sensitive underside.
I kissed the hard column of flesh, smiling as he jerked from the simple press of my lips. His moans and grunts were muffled by the ball in his mouth, and shiny drool dripped down, landing on his chest. The Velcro on the cuffs creaked as he pushed against them. He wanted to use his hands. Probably to hold my head steady so he could push deeper into my mouth. He rocked his hips, trying to gain ground, but I met his actions with my own, never letting him get further past my lips
The vibrator felt so good, I was drunk off it. But as I teased Grant, Joseph teased me, pulling back and reminding me I didn’t have power over anyone else. I was just a tool for him, which he was currently using to dominate Grant.
The buzzing ceased, and my body wanted to riot, but I held my position. When I was good, good things happened to me.
Cold lube was dripped onto my body and ran down between my crack, and breath tightened in my lungs when I felt the tip of the plug prodding. Grant’s breath came and went rapidly through his nose as his wild gaze bounced between my eyes and what the man behind me was doing.
“That’s a good girl,” Joseph said, his voice like velvet.
I shivered with the praise, but also the strange, yet not unpleasant, sensation of the plug as he slid it ever-so-slowly inside me, all the way to the base. As soon as it was done, the vibrator was switched on and set back at its place on my clit.
I whimpered with satisfaction.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Joseph whispered. “With that plug in your ass?”
God, it did. I pulled off Grant just long enough to answer, and then returned to my task. “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”
“All the way down now,” he said.
Meaning he wanted me to open my lips and take Grant’s cock as deep as I could. His eyes lidded. Was he lust-drunk like me? I flattened my tongue and inched down, all the way until his tip hit the back of my throat.
His moan was loud and desperate, and he tipped his head back for a moment, as if watching me go down on him was too much to endure. I moaned, not just from the vibrations
rocketing through my body, but from the way he looked. From how I was making him feel.
It was dangerous thinking, wanting to please him.
But I did it regardless. I pumped my mouth on him, from base to tip and back again, swirling and cartwheeling my tongue as he groaned and sighed. He throbbed when I ran the edge of my teeth over him. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to give a different sensation.
As I closed in on my orgasm, so did he.
But the vibrator’s mechanical hum stopped once more, and it disappeared from my skin.
Joseph straightened. “You two, come here. Silas is going to fuck this pussy.”
Oh. My. God.
-36-
Grant
My jaw hurt, as did the corners of my mouth, from the gag. The cuffs around my wrists were tight and uncomfortable. But none of it mattered because Tara was looking at me. Seeing me.
It also helped that her mouth was wrapped around my cock. Her tongue had my toes curling inside my shoes.
A gamut of emotions knifed through my chest as my gaze went across the room. Jealousy was strong, but so was my curiosity. Carnal fascination. I wanted to watch her fuck another man. The idea was arousing, but what about in reality?
Regan had been slumped over in her seat, her head bobbing up and down on Silas’s dick while he had his hands clenched, holding her hair back, but she pulled off him at Joseph’s order.
He stood deliberately from his seat, holding up the sides of his suit pants, and strode toward us, her following him. My gaze fell back down to the beautiful woman on her hands and knees, her blonde strands picking up highlights from the chandelier. The only thing she wore was that thick black collar.
Tara’s mouth moved on me, generating more heat with each pass. I wasn’t allowed to come. Joseph had scripted the evening, giving me a bare outline of how he expected things to happen. He’d left plenty of room for improvisation, though.