Mark
Hailee, I’m waiting. Do not disappoint me.
Fuck.
I swiftly delete the message and toss my phone onto the nightstand.
Finally, the door cracks open. Dameon strides in and settles on the edge of the bed, gesturing with a snap of his fingers for me to kneel before him. I scramble into position without hesitation.
“Since both you and Cora were late, James and I have decided to punish you together. Come wait for them in the living room.”
I have no idea what that means, but I find myself intrigued, and I’m all for it. A shiver of anticipation courses down my spine as I follow him. When Dameon settles into one of the lounge chairs, I obediently take my place at his feet.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, his touch gentle as he strokes my hair. Leaning into his caress, I can sense he’s not as upset about my tardiness as he appears. Annoyed and disappointed? Maybe. But not truly angry. We share a comfortable silence for a few moments as he idly scrolls through his phone, his fingers still tangling in my hair. When the elevator dings, signaling the arrival of Cora and James, my heart rate quickens.
“It appears our girls have been misbehaving today,” James announces, striding into the room with Cora by his side, their hands intertwined. I catch a subtle smile playing on her lips as she takes in the sight of me, naked and kneeling at Dameon’s feet. She takes off her robe, handing it to James, leaving her completely bare.
“Apparently, neither of them owns a phone or has access to a clock. Isn’t that strange?” Dameon remarks.
“Bizarre,” James drawls.
“Girls who are naughty together should be punished together.”
“Couldn’t agree more.”
“Ladies, if you’ll follow me.” Dameon slides open the balcony doors and leads us out to the patio. “Your hands, please.”
I extend my hands, and he wraps them in a red, velvety soft rope before attaching it to a hook hanging from the ceiling. I’ve never noticed that hook before, despite living here for a month. My hands are stretched above my head, leaving me barely able to stand on my tiptoes.
He does the same to Cora, fastening her on the same hook so that we’re facing each other, completely naked with only an inch between our bodies. Our eyes connect, and Cora blushes a deep shade of red. Unable to help myself, I burst into laughter at the predicament we’ve found ourselves in. Trapped in such close proximity, there’s no escaping the intimate experience of witnessing each other’s punishment unfold.
“Laugh now, goddess, because you won’t be laughing in a minute,” Dameon warns.
With a sharp crack, James spanks Cora’s ass, and she jolts forward, her naked body brushing against mine. Her nipples rub against my soft breasts, and I fail to suppress a moan.
Dameon spanks my right cheek with just as much force, causing my body to slide against Cora’s once again. She bites her bottom lip at the sensation. It’s exquisite torture, feeling her body rub against mine while Dameon turns my ass red. Before long, both of us are panting in need, sweat slicking our hair to our temples. Cora breaks first, with a desperate plea.
“James…” she hisses.
I follow closely behind, unable to hold back any longer. “Sir, please, I—”
Dameon interrupts me. “Shh, we know. We’ve got you.” He runs his hand soothingly down my spine.
They work together to untie us and carry us inside, gently placing us on the carpet. Our legs are like jelly, unable to support our weight, and we collapse in a sweaty heap. James and Dameon take seats in opposite lounges, facing each other.
“Come suck my cock, my sweet slut,” James calls, prompting Cora to get on her hands and knees and crawl between his legs.
“You too, goddess.” I swivel my head back toward Dameon so fast, I almost give myself whiplash.
What?
“You heard me,” he responds to my unspoken question. I flash him a sly smile and make my way over to James on my hands and knees. Checking in with Cora first, I glance over for her approval, and she gives me a subtle nod, her cheeks glowing like they’re on fire. Turning to James, I await his permission, which he grants with a nod of his own. With that signal, Cora and I shuffle forward on our knees, drawing close together. James frees himself from his suit pants, his long, hard dick standing tall and proud. He’s not as big as Dameon, but it’s certainly got some girth to it. Cora takes him in her mouth first with a long, deep suck, her tongue slipping out as it swirls around the head. Then she offers me his length, and I eagerly take him down my throat, humming in pleasure as I suck hard. Putting pressure on the vein that runs down his shaft with my tongue, I glance up. James’s head is thrown back, his Adam’s apple sliding up and down. I release him from my mouth and Cora takes over, bobbing up and down on his dick. I lean down and suck one of his balls into my mouth, massaging it with my tongue before moving to the next one.
James grips the armrests, his fingers digging into the leather. “Fucking hell.” His eyes are screwed shut, lost in the pleasure we’re giving him.
I let his ball pop from my mouth and smirk at Cora. She runs her lips along one side of his length, so I join her on the other side, both of us licking and sucking his dick. As we reach the head, our tongues twirl around his tip, tangling against each other. Her tongue is warm and soft, and I crave a better taste. We lean in further and kiss with the head of his cock between us. Her lips are as sweet as strawberries, and mixed with the unique taste of James, it’s a delicious combination.
“Fuck me, that’s hot,” Dameon breathes out. I glance over my shoulder, tossing him a wicked smile. His legs are spread wide and his fingers are interlaced behind his head, watching the scene unfold. Catching my eye, he gives me a loaded look.
