Taking her hand, I help her into the tub. She nestles between Z’s parted thighs, and it reminds me of the last time they we’re like this. That feels like a lifetime ago. Slipping my boxers down my thighs I take the other end of the tub, sighing when the water encompasses my aching legs. I lift up Alyona’s legs and lay them over mine. This tub wasn’t built to contain all three of us, but we make it work. I add a mental note to add anew giant tubto the list of things we need.
“You know we're going to need to hear every detail of how it all went down, right?” Z mumbles against her head, his hands cupping water and pouring it down her stomach.
“Fine, but Ro has to rub my feet while I tell you,” she bargains.
Picking up her foot, I pretend to bite her toes, and she giggles, and everything is right in the world again.
The muted morning light filters through the curtains, crawling up Alyona’s body as she sleeps. I moisten my bottom lip wanting to taste her.
She’s going to lose her shit.
I look at Z who’s leaning against the dresser at the end of the bed, waiting patiently, a playful grin spread across his face. I gently tuck Alyona’s hair behind her ear, stroking a finger down the jawline, throat, and through the valley of her tits. She stirs, her eyes fluttering open. I glance back at Z whose grin widens.
Last night, after our bath, Alyona decided she was too tired to walk down the hall, so we collapsed in a heap in the master bedroom. Lucky for me, it has a wooden bedframe with posts at each corner reaching four feet into the air. It’s odd, and we plan to replace it, but it’s also fucking perfect for our girl’s punishment.
Jostling her arms and getting no movement, her eyes spring open, and she wriggles her body, looking up at the cuffs securing each wrist to the bed and down at her ankles tied with belts to each bedpost. Her naked body is laid out like a serving of the sweetest damn pie.
“What the hell?” she demands, her blue eyes sparking with fire.
I waggle a finger down at her. “I warned you what would happen.”
“Z?” she says helplessly.
He chuckles, rubbing his hands together.
You’ll get no help there.
“Now, because of my cut lip, Z is going to feast on your pretty pink pussy, and then if you’re a good girl, I’ll fuck you until you see stars,” I tell her. When her mouth pops open and then closes, I chuckle. “I think she likes that idea.”
“Good.” Z wastes no time crawling onto the bed between her spread thighs. “I’ve never really prayed with real belief before, Alyona,” he says, his voice thick with lust, and it makes my limbs heavy. “But when I’m between these thighs it makes me believe there must be gods.” Dropping to his elbows, he slides his hands beneath her ass, bracketing her hips, “And I’ll worship you as mine.” He swipes his tongue through her folds, eliciting a moan from her lips. She attempts to move her hips up to get more friction, but he grips her firmly. She whines causing us both to laugh, I lay beside her and palm her tit, stroking my thumb over the rose bud watching her as pleasure takes control of her features.
He feasts on her until she’s a quivering mess, sweat beading over her skin like raindrops. Fisting my cock, I stroke up the shaft and kneel before her.
“Let me taste you,” she begs, and I deny her.Even though it kills me to do so.
My movements speed up with Z’s, Alyona’s chest rising and falling, her hands clutching at the restraints. I pump my cock hard and fast, warm tingles spreading up my spine, and flooding through my veins. Hot ribbons of cum spurts over her tits, chest, and face, and she swipes her tongue out to taste it.
“Such a defiant little slut for my cum,” I admonish.
“I think she’s ready, Ro,” Z growls, getting to his knees. He plunges two fingers into her wet pussy. The sounds of her juices against the friction of his fingers make my cock twitch and find its second wind. Pulling his fingers free, they glisten with her arousal. “Taste.” He slips them into my mouth and we all groan.
Swirling my tongue over his fingers, I suck them clean and then growl, “My turn.”
Kissing up her body, Z sucks on her bottom lip and then whispers, “They say you should worship twice a day.”
“At least,” she pants trying to recapture his lips but fails when he grins and moves off the bed.
Her eyes lock with mine as I position myself between her thighs.
“Are you going to be a good girl and take my fat cock inside your slutty pussy, Alyona?” I tease, lining up the tip with her glistening hole.
“Yes,” she says, biting her lip and tilting her head to watch my cock at her entrance. “Fuck me, Ro.”
“Say please,” I taunt, caressing the tip along her slit to her sensitive clit and back again.
My lust to be inside her beats like a drum throughout my body but there’s nothing quite like edging her.
“I need you now,” she pants, rotating her hips and trying to force me inside.
