“Girl, I’m waiting.” The clipped demand behind those words meant she snapped to attention, and her stomach heaved at the thought of his displeasure. When she wrenched her gaze to his, however, she only read concern in his eyes, and she took a deep breath to calm her nerves.
“I wasn’t allowed to be bratty with…”
“The asshole?” Cyrus said, a grim slant to his sensuous mouth. Right now he looked ready to rip the other man to shreds with his bare hands, and that thought really shouldn’t turn her on again, should it? Lily had seen more than her fair share of violence before, during, and after her time with the asshole, but she couldn’t deny that Cyrus’s anger on her behalf made her feel… she wasn’t sure what exactly, she just liked that possessiveness of his.
“I swear I want to make him eat his puny nuts for breakfast, but I’m told by James that we should let him take care of things, but fuck, it would be so damn satisfying to give that bastard a taste of his own medicine.”
Lily snuggled closer into Cyrus’s warmth, and she shook her head.
“Please don’t. I don’t want you getting hurt on my behalf. You don’t know what he’s capable of. When he gets angry…” She let the words trail of, disgusted with her body’s involuntary shiver of remembrance, and Cyrus dropped a kiss on her hair and sighed.
“I won’t risk us, don’t you worry, my sweet girl. He’ll get what’s coming to him soon enough, and you won’t ever have to deal with the likes of him again. I was only joking about you being bratty, you know that, surely? Besides both Sloan and I love that side of yours. We don’t want some mindless slave.”
She winced at that word, and Cyrus swore under his breath and, wrapping his hand in her hair, tipped her head up, until she had no choice but to look at him. A peace of calm settled over her like it always did when he asserted his dominance over her, and approval lit up his eyes when her breathing slowed. The pressure on her scalp just enough to keep her grounded, to remind her who was in charge, and how much she loved him doing so.
“Are you with me, little subbie?” he asked and Lily blinked.
“Yes, Sir. Do you really love me being bratty?”
Cyrus kissed her nose and laughed.
“Oh my sweet girl, I love everything about you. You’ve got me hook, line, and sinker. Being away from you this past month was fucking torture for me. To know that Sloan had all this time with you was doing my head in. Even though we agreed that you were ours, that we would share, I was so fucking worried that you’d end up choosing him over me.” Denial was bubbling on Lily’s tongue, but Cyrus kissed her and stopped her from answering.
“No, let me get this off my chest, my sweet. I’m fully aware that you’ve loved my brother for a long time, and I’m sure that even without me showing up, you two would have eventually found your way to each other. I just sped up the process, and made that dumbass bro of mine see what a treasure he had hidden right under his nose. I’ll be honest here, and say that at first, this was a game to me. A way to get a rise out of him, but you, my sweet girl,” he ran his lips over her again in the mere hint of a kiss that nonetheless left her skin on fire for his touch. “You just captured my heart without even trying. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before and I knew I couldn’t just do the honorable thing and step away, and let Sloan have you. I would have, of course, if that’s what you wanted, even though it would tear me in half, but then, by some miracle you wanted me, too.” He pulled back and smiled down at her, and Lily barely suppressed a sigh of happiness at the fierce love that shone back at her from his amber gaze. “And I knew we would have to make this work somehow. Sloan and I had it all planned, you see. We were going to give you this big romantic dinner tonight, and then tell you how much we loved you, and that we wanted you to be our permanent sub. This,” he touched the collar around her neck and hooking one finger underneath pulled her closer still, until his lips hovered over hers, and their breaths mingled. “This was supposed to be for tonight, but then when I saw you… Fuck, some Dom I am. I seem to lose all self-control around you, but I had to see you in it, and I couldn’t resist the temptation to wind Sloan up a bit. He’ll be furious with me. He already thinks I push you too hard, but I was never known for my patience.”
Cyrus pulled away slightly and ran a far from steady hand through his hair. It had gotten longer when he was away, and messy strands of it fell over his eyes, making him look young and uncertain, and Lily fell in love with him a little more. To see the self-assured Cyrus so frazzled as he declared his feelings for her, to know how much she affected him, that was a heavy aphrodisiac indeed.
“You do surprise me, Sir.” Lily bit back a smile as his eyes narrowed and he tapped her nose with one long index finger.
“Watch it, subbie.”
Lily giggled and Cyrus blew out a breath as though a huge weight had lifted off his shoulders, and they sat grinning at each other like besotted fools, which of course they were, in a way. To know that her men loved her as much as she loved them, to hear Cyrus admit that to her, meant more to her than any big romantic gesture over dinner, could have ever meant.
She brought her hand up to cup his face and smiled at the rough stubble that greeted her. Cyrus leant into her touch and brought his head around until he could kiss her palm. A shiver of awareness slid up her skin at the contact of his hot, firm lips on hers, and his dick jerked underneath her ass as she grew wet for him again. Cyrus grasped her wrist and, licking up her hand, took her thumb in his mouth and sucked hard. Using his teeth, he grazed the skin on the way up and he repeated the action with every one of her fingers and then dropped a kiss on the rapidly beating pulse point on her wrist. Lily whimpered when he proceeded to kiss a path up her arm, and then bit down on her neck. She went limp against him and when he easily moved her off his lap and laid her back down on the table, Lily followed eagerly. Every touch of his hands and lips, every sweet sting of his bites, pitched her need for this man higher still, and when he finally took one of her hugely distended nipples in his mouth and bit down while pinching the other one hard, it was as though a live wire of electricity connected straight to her clit. Despite her earlier orgasms, that little bundle of nerves contracted and Lily panted her need as her empty pussy muscles clenched and released in rhythmic waves, desperate to be filled by Cyrus’s thick cock. She knew he was thick and long, and he would stretch her to the max. The thought of both her men filling her holes made her whimper and she buried her hands in Cyrus’s hair to hold him closer as she writhed under his talented tongue and fingers.
She moaned her denial when he withdrew and grabbing her wrists shook his head at her.
“Oh no, you don’t, my sweet. I can see you need help to keep those hands still, and those hips.” He bent down to bite down hard on the curve of her breast and Lily bowed off the table as she could with his weight pinning her down, as the pain morphed into pleasure, and she rubbed her thighs together to relieve he ache in her cunt.
“Stop that, now.” Cyrus’s whip-like command meant she lay perfectly still, and she whimpered when he got off the table and grabbed her by the shoulders. With a sharp yank he pulled her up and over until her head fell over the edge. His fingers dug into her shoulders and from this upside down position, she got a perfect view of his huge erection. Drops of pre-cum coated the mushroom head of his magnificent cock, and without needing to be instructed, she opened her mouth and waited, eager to taste the glistening drops.
Instead of sliding his cock down her waiting throat, as she expected him to, Cyrus stepped away and bent down to pull a length of rope out of the bag on the floor. Lily allowed herself a moment to admire the play of muscles in his back, ass, and thighs, as he bent and then straightened, and walked back toward her. His cock bobbed up to his navel with every step he took, and her pussy clenched in turn.
“Please, Sir…”
Cyrus bent down to kiss her and she could feel his lips curve into a smile. No sooner had he done so then he stepped away, fisting himself slowly and
Lily licked her lips.
“What, my sweet girl. Do you want me to fuck you? Is that it? Do you want my cock, girl?”
Lily tried to nod but her position made that impossible, so she forced the words out past the lump in her throat.
“Yes, please, Sir. I want your cock, please.”
Cyrus stroked himself faster, using the now copious amount of his natural lubrication to aid the up and downward slide of his hand on his shaft, but he didn’t step close enough for her liking.
“Where do you want it, baby? Which one of your holes shall I fill, this time?”
Cyrus stepped closer as he spoke, teasing her lips with the hot head of his cock. His salty musk filled her nostrils, and they both groaned in unison when she slid her tongue out and swirled it around the tip of his dick. It wasn’t enough, not by any means. It had been so long since she last tasted him and she was desperate for him now. His hand shook as he stroked her hair, and then he finally stepped close enough to slide his hard cock past her lips.
Cyrus hissed, his dick already pulsing in need, as he fed her inch after inch of cock, and Lily made a conscious effort to relax her throat muscles and breathe through her nose. She wanted, needed to do this for him. To give him pleasure her only aim right now.
“That’s my girl. Get ready. I won’t last long this time, my sweet. That’s it. Take all of me, so fucking good.”
The head of his dick hit her throat, cutting off her air supply and Lily swallowed as the first spots of cum ran down her throat. She could do this. There was no need to panic. Sure enough, Cyrus retreated and then pushed all the way back in until his balls slapped her face and her nose was buried in is pubic hair briefly. In this positon she was helpless to do anything but take what he gave and Lily slipped further into her submissive headspace, deliriously happy to be used by her Sir. A few uncoordinated thrusts were all it took, before Cyrus hardened further. His dick pulsed and then he shot ropes of his salty cum down her throat. Lily did her best to swallow it all, but the sheer force of his release made that impossible. Drips of his cum escaped her lips and ran down her face into her hair, and she rejoiced inwardly at his marking her so. Cyrus abruptly pulled out of her and the last few spurts splashed over her breasts instead, further cementing his ownership.
“Fuck yes, you’re mine.”
* * * *
Cyrus braced his hands on the edge of the table, either side of Lily’s head, and concentrated on the act of just forcing oxygen into his lungs. Shit that had been intense and over far too soon. Seeing his girl take all he gave, her ample tits now covered in his cum was such a fucking turn on that his cock twitched anew. Lily’s breathing was as labored as his own, and the rush of love he felt for this amazing woman meant he had a hard time keeping upright. With his body still singing from that release, his legs felt like jelly, but he wasn’t done with her yet.
“That was one hole, my sweet. I recall you have two more and I intend to fill them both.”
Lily’s eyes flew open at his strained words, and her pupils dilated in need. Cyrus smiled down at her, beyond pleased that his dick was already semi-hard again. The little minx noticed, of course, and licked her lips and reached out for him.
“Oh no, you don’t. Time to restrain you. I want you at my mercy for the next bit. It will give you a taste of what Sloan and I intend to do to you tonight.”
An allover body shiver was her response and Cyrus laughed. The tops of her thighs were coated with her arousal and the top of the table was slippery with her need. Such a fucking turn-on.
“I see you like that idea, girl. Such a naughty little slut you are for me, aren’t you?”
He held his breath, wondering at her reaction to his words, but Lily just groaned and shifted her legs restlessly on the table. Definitely time to restrict her movements. He bent down to pick up the previously abandoned rope and slid it slowly through his fingers. Lily’s gaze snared on the rope and she blushed and squirmed more.
“Scoot down the table for me and stop moving, baby,” he said, and he grinned at the speed at which she complied.
“I’m going to tie your arms to the table, and your legs, too. If you’re unsure at any time, use your safe words, Lily, okay?”
“Green, Sir.” The eagerness with which she blurted that answer made his smile deepen and he sat to work securing her arms until she was tied to the table legs with her arms out horizontally. By the time he was done checking the rope and he glanced up, he was so fucking hard he could pound concrete again. The dark rope made such a contrast again her pale flesh and it made him wish they were at the club so that he could suspend her. Already the fine sheen of arousal coated her skin, and her eyes had taken on the glazed look he liked to see in a sub. She would fly beautifully suspended in the air, her long hair tumbling down, or perhaps woven into his design. Cyrus willed that thought away for now. He had no idea whether she would be willing to set foot in a club, let alone consent to a scene in one. Of course she might not get a choice about having to visit the club. It might prove the only way to get a reaction out of the asshole in a place where they could control the outcome and she would be safe, if she could let go of her demons long enough. Bile rose in his throat when he recalled her halting confession about the terror a club environment held for her. Her vehement denial that she was not going to be shared around like some whore for everyone one to take a turn. Sloan had held her, while Cyrus had cursed and rallied through the computer screen unable to do anything but watch as his brother did his best to calm their girl. Both men had reassured her that would not happen at any respectable club. There were rules and she would be safe. No one would be allowed to touch her without her permission. This was not the same as the play parties her asshole master had forced her to attend. The more she shared about her time with him, the more Cyrus’s gut had churned in disgust. None of what the bastard did was wrong in itself if that was your kink, but by taking away Lily’s consent and stripping her off her safe words he had taken the power away from her. The thought of how many other innocent lives the asshat had ruined, that he might even now have some young girl locked up and under his absolute control, was enough to make Cyrus want to throw up. They had to stop him. They just had to.
Pushing his dark thoughts firmly to the back of his mind, he grabbed one of the scatter cushions that sat on the small settee in front of the patio doors, and grabbing her ass hoisted it up until her butt was elevated for his satisfaction.
“Knees up and spread your legs, girl. Come on, I know you can do it, and I want to see my pussy.”
Lily complied with a groan and Cyrus watched through hooded eyes as she brought her knees up and let them fall apart. The action caused her pussy lips to open to his gaze and it was his turn to groan as his cock jerked and his balls drew up tight. Her clit stood huge and engorged out of its usual hiding place, the surrounding flesh dark from the amount of blood that had rushed to the area, and her pussy hole clenched and released. Yet more of her feminine arousal escaped with each quiver, and slid down to her puckered nether hole. Cyrus grinned, as he realized that he wouldn’t need much lube at all to insert the new glass toy he’d also brought back with him. She was so wet already it was beyond gratifying to witness. It would give her a taste of what it would feel like to be taken by both him and Sloan at the same time, and she would be so fucking tight around his junk when he took her pussy. Perspiration broke out on Cyrus’s forehead and beads of sweat clouded his vision as he imagined her tight little cunt closing around him, drawing him deeper into the clasp of her body. He would finish off in her ass. He had promised her he would fill all of her holes, and he always kept his promises.
“Beautiful, little subbie. So eager for my cock, aren’t you?” Taking his dick in hand he tortured them both by sliding the tip of his erection through her wet slit repeatedly, bumping into her hard nub at every upstroke, and pushing against her rosette on the way down. Lily whimpered and mewled and lifted her hips toward him, and it took all of his will power to not simp
ly thrust into her dewy heat and bury himself balls deep. Not for the first time he thanked the fact that Lily was on a contraceptive implant, thus eliminating the need for condoms. Without any barrier between them, sensations were heightened to such a degree that the most exquisite pleasure shot up through his dick, and he ground his teeth and forced himself to step back, and pick up the rope again.
“Far too eager, in fact. I’m going to keep those legs open with the ropes, and tie you until you can’t move. How would you like that?”
Lily groaned in answer and he laughed and set to work. Setting her heels on the table he tied her ankles to her thighs and tied the ends of the rope to the table legs. A further rope went across her abdomen holding her in place and he was rewarded with more of her cream as he stepped back and surveyed his handiwork. Eyes closed, her hair fanned across the table, with the intricate rope work crossing her pale skin, she looked utterly stunning to him, and completely at his mercy. The Dom in him roared and, bending down he took out the knife needed, ready to free her from her bonds at the flick of a sharp blade if needed.
Cyrus ran his hands up and down her body, satisfied with the way she leaned into his touch as much as she could, and the way her breathing grew shallow.
“That’s my girl. If only you could see yourself, all trembling and open for your Sir like this. Give me a color, baby. Is it red, yellow, or green?”
They had previously decided that sticking with the traffic light system would serve Lily’s needs best. Cyrus knew she had cried yellow a few times with Sloan, which meant she needed a minute to process, but never red, which would have ended the scene immediately. Green, of course, meant full steam ahead.
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