“No, Sir.”
“Then what are you going to do?”
“Wait,” he whines.
“Good boy.” I keep my thumb exactly where it is, applying pressure, letting him know what he’s missing out on, while I start to thrust my arse to feel more of Gabe’s finger inside me.
“I take it you’re enjoying this?” Gabe asks.
“Oh, yes. You’ve got no clue what you’re missing out on.” I glance at him over my shoulder.
His eyes were focused on my arse, but when I turn my face, he looks up to meet my stare. His eyes are warm and full of desire, making my breath catch in my throat. I smile through the confusing mixture of feelings swirling inside me.
“You should let me show you one day,” I say.
“Maybe,” he says non-committally. “For now, I’m happy to enjoy your arses.”
I chuckle. “Add another finger.”
“Hmmm… You’re not the boss of me, remember?”
“Add another finger, please?”
“Better.”
I gasp as Gabe slips another finger inside me. “Fuck, that feels so good.”
Blake whines again, and I turn my attention back to him.
“Daddy’s fingers feel amazing,” I tell him in a husky tone. “He’s slipping them back and forth, stretching me so I’m ready for his cock.”
Blake lets out a strangled noise.
“I can’t wait to take his cock,” I say. “He’s going to fuck me hard.”
“I thought you were fucking me?” Gabe says in an amused tone.
“We’ll fuck each other,” I tell him.
He chuckles. “That works.”
“And I’m going to fuck you, princess.”
“Please, Sir,” Blake whimpers.
I apply more pressure over Blake’s arsehole, almost pushing inside him. “Ask Daddy to put another finger inside me.”
He practically sobs. “Daddy, Sir wants you to put three fingers inside him.”
“With pleasure.”
“Oh, holy fuck,” I grate out as Gabe pushes three fingers inside me. There’s a slight burn, but it settles quickly, and then I’m back to thrusting my hips while he pushes deep inside me. “I could cum like this,” I tell them both.
“You—” Blake stops. In the window, I see him bite his lip.
“What were you going to say, princess?”
“Nothing, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll be good.”
