Page 47 of Forged By Shadows
“You not coming?” I ask Huxley when he lowers onto the bench. His mouth hitches in a smirk at the double meaning to my words.
“I’ll have my turn with Avery when you’ve finished with her.” Her sharp intake of breath sounds as I laugh.
“I’ll try not to wring her of pleasure completely, but I can’t make any promises.” The door locks behind us as I unhook their leashes and pull Avery into my arms.
“Axel. Sit.” He obeys in my peripheral. Beyond Axel and the classroom set-up, the darkened glass has been made to look like a chalkboard. There’s nothing to see but the dim reflection of myself peering back while Avery patiently waits for her command. Her breathing is ragged, her chest pressed close. I can’t deny those huge pleading eyes, or our audience.
Grabbing either side of Avery’s face, I drag her in for an explosive kiss. She’s frantic, crazed with the need to touch me. Fingernails drag down my chest, her breaths coming in short pants between my lips. She chases my tongue across her lips, and in turn, I swallow her contented moans. She’s more than ready, the timing couldn’t be any more perfect.
Sliding my hands into her hair, I hold her tightly in place. There won't be a single movement in this room that isn’t ordered or overseen by me. When her urgency becomes too frenzied, I drag Avery’s head back.
“Your safe word is ‘brother’,” I whisper. “Although depending on the context, I might think you’re begging for a certain someone to come join us.”
“Asshole,” Avery tries to turn her head away to hide her blush. I don’t allow her to.
“Watch that sassy mouth of yours. I’m in control here, and I might decide you deserve punishing.”
I lead Avery to the teacher’s desk, skirt swirling around her thighs. Her willingness makes me instantly hard, her barely concealed arousal intoxicating. Sitting her on the edge, I push her to lie back and follow. My mouth traces heated kisses across her throat and jaw. “Lift your skirt,” I growl in her ear. She does so without hesitation, revealing her glistening cunt. Even I have to stand back and appreciate the view for a moment.
Gripping her hips, I position Avery’s legs over the desk’s corner, making sure she’s splayed open for those viewing through the blackboard. The only person I can hear is Axel as he palms himself through his trousers, his eyes glued to the place where my fingers spread Avery open.
“Axel, be a good boy and feast on our Little Swan until I tell you to stop.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice, his tongue lapping at her entrance with enthusiasm as I watch. His cock strains against his pants, seeking release even though we both know it won’t happen until Avery’s at least two orgasms deep. Pulling up a chair, I alternate between lazily circling two fingers around her clit and muttering in her ear.
“It goes without saying, you can’t come until I tell you to.” She whimpers. Axel isn’t going easy on her, causing her back to arch and hands to grip the desk’s edge. “Do you think Wyatt is watching Axel eat your cunt, Peach?” I whisper. Her eyes scrunch closed. “Na ah, open those beautiful eyes. You’ll want to be present for every second. How else are you going to dream about me dominating you every night?”
Her moans are music to my ears, and I have to adjust my cock in my jeans to avoid giving into the urge to take her right then and there.
“Look at me,” I command. Avery responds immediately, turning her head to stare into my eyes. She barely so much as blinks while I stroke the hair aside from her beautiful face. I drink in the way her brows pinch, her nostrils flare. She’s a gorgeous girl, but like this? She’s fucking stunning. I watch her writhe, battling against her own will and the control I’ve set.
When her whimpers become more frequent and higher pitched, I turn my attention to Axel. “Take out your dick,” I order. “Stroke yourself to the beat of Avery’s moans. When she stops, you stop.” Axel complies, dipping his head back between her thighs. I can tell he’s picked up his pace by the sounds filtering through the room. Raising his free hand, hazel eyes peer up at me for permission. I nod once. Axel pushes at least two fingers into Avery from her shocked gasp. I take pity on her nipples, straining for attention and draw patterns over them in turn.
Within moments, Avery screams a mixture of mine and Axel’s names, shuddering around his tongue and fingers. Axel looks up with hooded eyes, stilling the hold on himself despite the precum pooling at the tip. He looks pained and I pout for him.
“Tsk, tsk. I didn’t give you permission to come, Peach. Poor Axel has to wait longer now. Turn onto your stomach.” I give her thigh a push when she remains panting on her back. Slowly, Avery flops onto her side and then her front, the tutu sticking up in the air. Gripping the crotch hole, I tear them open to reveal her perfect ass. Laying across a nearby desk, amongst an assortment of sex toys, I pick out a ruler. It’s made of bamboo, thirty centimeters long and fitting with the theme. I hand it to Axel.
“You can spank her as many times as you see fit for stealing your pleasure.” Axel’s eyes darken. This is where his true pleasures lie. Sweet, gentle Axel who seeks comfort in the form of simple touches. But when he’s given the chance to release his true desires, another side of him comes to life.
I nod at Axel, giving him permission to begin. Running his fingers along the smooth wood, he brushes the wood over Avery’s ass. A soft stroke, a hint of what is to come. Avery wriggles in anticipation. I’m considering tying her down when Axel raises the ruler and brings it down with a sharp crack on the edge of the desk. Avery cries out, her body jolting at the sound, but no mark blemishes her skin.
“Not her.” Axel shakes his head, dropping the ruler to the floor. My brows shoot into my dark hair.
This isn’t the first time Axel and I have played this game, where he puts me in control of how much punishment he can dish out. When a teenage boy has his consent and control taken away by his mother’s friends, he doesn’t stand a chance at ever enjoying normal sex again. It started as a ruse, and at first, I was barely involved. I was merely on hand in case Axel ever lost touch on reality and needed me to reel him back. Then, it evolved into more. But today is the first time he’s refrained from exorcising his demons.
“Okay,” I concede. Axel’s shoulders relax but there’s still the issue of Avery disobeying my command. My hand spanks her ass so quickly, no one in or outside of the room could have seen it coming. I kneel next to Avery, caressing the red handprint burning into her flesh. She flinches but soon relaxes into my touch.
"You’re lucky Axel is taking pity on you tonight. I’d have let him go twenty lashes if that’s what he needed.” Avery’s eyes widen, although they remain unfocused. I look over at Axel, his chest heaving and hazel eyes wild. He can’t go much longer without a release. This time when I lay my hand on Avery, it’s what I’d consider a love tap.
“Push up onto your forearms and tuck your knees beneath yourself. Ass up for me.” Avery complies, the lust filling her blue gaze once again. Remaining beside her head, I take a foil packet out of my pocket and toss it to Axel. He catches it, rips it open with his teeth and sheaths himself with the rubber. I make a slow show of stripping out of my jeans, leaving my t-shirt in place. At the bulge in my boxers, Avery licks her lips.
“I want to see all of you,” she breathes quietly. “I bet you're a beautiful sight.” Axel, mid-fisting his cock, looks up at me in an instant to gauge my reaction. It takes everything in me not to cover my chest with my arms. Instead, I twist so the blackboard is no longer in my sightline and reach for a blindfold.
“You’re the beautiful one here, Peach.” I force a small smile as I ease the blindfold over her eyes. She bites her lip, leaning into the game I’m setting up around. A brief, relieved breath escapes me as I slip back into my dominating role.
"I think you’ve earned your reward, Axel. Show Avery how good you can make her feel." Axel moves behind her eagerly as she adjusts her hips, presenting herself to him. He enters her in one smooth motion, causing Avery to cry out in pleasure.
I stand back, stroking myself lazily as I watch them move together, finding their rhythm. Avery’s back is taut, her grip on the table telling. Axel is in just as much turmoil, his face clenched and pinched as he withdraws and re-enters her with painstaking slowness.
