As abruptly as it started, it stops. The bigger one rubs and kneads my stinging ass as Benn leans over and grasps my hair to turn my face to his. “You’re forgiven, beautiful slave,” he murmurs and attacks my mouth again, dragging hungry lips over mine in a claiming kiss. “Are you ready to take my cock in that hot little mouth of yours?” His voice is deep and rough, eyes glowing pure amethyst.
I nod quickly and attempt to scramble up, but he rolls me to my back.
“I think Gorde wants to fuck that tight pussy, so I’m going to climb over you and you’re going to suck my cock while you spread your legs for Gorde. Understand?”
I swallow. Fuck. Lying on my back to give oral isn’t the safest position. It would be easy for him to shove his cock down my throat and choke me without even meaning to. But what choice do I have?
The one he called Gorde pulls my burning ass to the edge of the platform and pushes my knees up. As he lines his cock up with my entrance, Benn climbs over and straddles my head.
My fear must’ve shown on my face, because Benn stops and simply fists his cock, tugging it as he watches my face. “Don’t be afraid, little slave. Tell me your name.”
“Danica.” If I were smart, I would’ve thought of a false name to give them. When they first bought me, I had a whole narrative crafted in my head to feed them, but they didn’t ask and now my brain’s in a different place.
“Danica.” He studies me another moment, slowly stroking his cock. Though I’ve been naked since the moment they met me, this is the first time I feel bare. If I was unsure before whether they only thought of me as an object, I know now it’s not true. It was a game they were playing to keep me off balance. This one actually sees everything.
Behind him, Gorde rubs the head of his cock over my entrance. I can feel the oil he has applied to his length as he eases in. He’s huge, but there’s so much oil and I’m so turned on, it doesn’t hurt or stretch me too much.
Benn doesn’t move to jump in the game. He’s still trying to decipher me. “Surely you’ve sucked a cock before?”
Gorde withdraws and shoves in deeper.
I lick my lips, trying to arrange my expression into something agreeable. “Yes, Master.”
Another thick, delicious thrust from Gorde. I arch on the platform.
Benn idly toys with one breast, strumming my nipple with his thumb. “Then what are you afraid of?”
I’ve spun lies my entire lifetime. Whatever my master wants to hear. But for some reason, the truth comes flying from my lips. “Please don’t choke me with it.”
His expression clears. “Ah.” He picks up my fingers and closes them around the base of his cock. “You control it, love. Don’t be scared.”
I exhale, relief and confidence flooding in to replace my fear. Gorde finds my clit with a finger or thumb and I nearly come unglued, jacking my hips up, my belly shuddering on a breath.
“Now, Danica.” Benn loses his patience.
It’s just as well, because I’m suddenly dying to suck his cock. Between the incredible sensations below my waist and his consideration with me, I’m eager to show my gratitude. I grip hard and lift my head to take as much of his cock into my mouth as I can. As promised, he stays in place, letting me move my head and mouth around him. I twist and turn my head, sucking hard, rolling my tongue on the underside. I pull back and rub my lips over the head of his cock, lick a long line up the underside.
Benn’s thighs shake, his horns seem to grow even stiffer. “That’s it, beautiful,” he murmurs.
Gorde grips my thighs and pulls me over his cock in quick pulses, making my mouth bob over Benn’s member. I look up to see if he minds, but he’s smiling. I squeeze my hand around the base of his cock and use it to pump along his length as I suck him off.
“Good girl,” he purrs. “Such a sweet slave.”
“Best. Pussy. I’ve ever. Had,” Gorde grunts, slamming hard into me with each word. He thrusts deep, roars and comes, filling my channel with his hot essence.
I suck hard, faster, but Benn shakes his head and pulls out of my mouth. He shifts to lie beside me, and lifts my head to help me lean over him.
Gorde sees what’s happening and assists, pulling out and lifting my hips to arrange me on my knees over Benn. He slaps my ass.
“You keep sucking, little slave. I’ll provide the motivation.”
Another slap.
“Her skin picks up the handprints so beautifully, doesn’t it?” Benn asks as I take his cock all the way down my throat. He grabs the back of my head and curses.
Gorde slaps my ass. It hurts, but excites me, too. That initial spanking shocked me with the intensity, but now that my butt is already warm, already used to their slaps, I almost welcome the pain. Especially with my pussy still throbbing from my previous orgasm and recent fucking.
I use every skill I’ve learned to please Benn, and he responds, eyes rolling back in his head, broken groans coming from his mouth. All the while, Gorde punishes me with slow, steady slaps.