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Tightening my hold on her hair, I pull until she whimpers. “I didn’t say you could stop, whore.”
“S-sorry.”
“Take me deeper,” I grunt, my hips surging forward until the tip of my dick hits the back of her throat.
The wet noises from her cunt and mouth are fucking divine, and I struggle to hold back. I want to make her scream my name, both from pleasure and pain. I want… I want to… “Goddamn, Abby,” I groan, fucking her throat harder.
She gags and sputters, and it doesn’t take long before tears stream down the parts of her face visible to me. I count to ten before pulling back, allowing her to take a deep breath before my hips surge forward again. I repeat this over and over, ignoring her garbled cries, her husky pleas to let her breathe.
I’m so focused on the feel of her mouth I don’t realize Mickey has moved closer until he yanks my hand away from her hair and pulls her off me. For a moment, I can’t move, carefully watching the string of saliva connecting her lips to my dick.
“What the fuck?” I growl, finally coming to my senses.
“She needs to breathe, dickhead,” Mickey replies, winking at me from behind her. He softly scoops her up in his arms and carries her over to the massive bed in the corner. “Look at you being all brave, sucking his dick without complaining.”
I shake my head, doing my best to hold back my anger at being interrupted. This is Mickey’s game, and no matter how much my balls ache with the need to nut, I won’t interrupt.
Mickey
Iscoop Abby into my arms, her light frame fitting perfectly against my chest as I carry her to the bed. Her breath hitches in anticipation, and I can’t help but feel a surge of possessiveness wash over me. “Spread out for me,” I command softly, yet firmly.
She complies without hesitation, a whimper escaping her lips as she stretches her arms and legs wide.
I secure her wrists and ankles with the restraints built into the bedframe, ensuring she can’t move, can’t escape the pleasure I’m about to inflict on her. The sound of the locks clicking into place sends a thrill through me.
“Stay put,” I murmur, leaving her exposed and waiting as I retrieve the tools I need—a feather and a knife.
When I return, I immediately move the knife to the delicate fabric of her thong. Her breathing grows ragged and she stiffens when the blade touches her skin, but she doesn’t move. I rumble my approval while slicing her underwear from her body.
Unlike when I fucked her with the dildo, and I only moved the thong to the side, she’s bare before me now. Every curve and crevice at my mercy. With a grin, I discard the ruined garment and focus on the feather in my hand.
I stare at her neck, the soft plumes dancing over her flushed skin. Abby shivers beneath the light touch, a symphony of moans and gasps filling the room as I trail down her body. My heart pounds with a primal rhythm, echoing her desire. When the feather reaches her hard nipples, I linger, teasing them until they’re pebbled and strained, begging for more attention.
“Are you ready to come for me, Abby?” I ask, my voice hoarse with restraint.
She nods frantically, her body trembling on the edge of release. Satisfied, I remove the nipple clamps that have been torturing her so sweetly. Her response is immediate—a sharp, loud moan that draws Soren closer.
He stands at the edge of the bed, his hand moving over his cock, eyes locked on the scene before him. He doesn’t touch her, but his groan when she cries out is raw and full of longing. There’s something about having Abby completely at my disposal, about being the one to decide when and how she finds release, that ignites a fire within me. This moment, where she’s all mine to play with, it’s what I crave.
“Tell me you want it,” I coax, needing to hear the words from her lips.
“Please... I need to come,” Abby pleads, her voice laced with desperation.
“Tell me you want me,” I demand, my voice gruff with each word.
“I want you so much,” she moans unashamedly.
Smirking, I push her further. “What do you want me to do, Abby?”
She growls low in her throat, making my eyebrows rise up high on my forehead. Oh, I love this fire in her. “Stop playing with me,” she hisses.
“You want this to stop?” Soren asks. “Remember what I told you earlier.”
Abby tugs at her restraints, her back bowing off the bed with her efforts. “No!” she snaps. “I want you to stop torturing me and make me come.”
Something shifts in Soren, and I’ve never seen it before. Instead of punishing her for making demands, he leans down and slants his lips to her in a messy and noisy kiss. His hand trails down her body until he’s cupping her wet pussy.
“You want to come?” he rasps as he removes his lips from hers and kisses down the slope of her neck. “You know what they say about patience.”
