They agreed not to speak for this first part. Not to let her know what’s coming, each touch a shock to her system. So the bedroom is silent as he buries his face between her legs, until theobscene, wet sounds of him fucking her with his tongue, running it up and around her clit fill the air.
I lean in, waiting. My lips curl up at the little noises I hear.
This could easily become a new favorite hobby of mine. A silent, begging Briar?
Sign me the fuck up.
And then I muffle them, as I fit my cock against her lips. Lifting her head, I push inside the perfect, warm haven of her mouth. Finding a rhythm, I thrust, gradually working deeper until I’m fucking her throat and keeping a watch on her angelic face.
It feels as if a set of gates have unlocked inside my head. There are all sorts of things I want to do to this girl. I want to fucking worship her for the rest of my life.
An image of her drifting off to sleep, my cock gently resting in her mouth and her arms hugging my hips fills my mind, and I shudder. Adding that one to the list.
“Jesus.” River’s face is dark as he watches us both. His cock bobs in his hand as he takes control of her breasts, running his tongue over them, grazing them with his teeth. His touch turns a little rougher, plucking and pinching her tight little nipples. He smooths away the hurt. “What was the position on clamps?”
Jenson pulls his head back. “Small ones are perfectly acceptable. Aren’t they, baby?”
“Good.” I drag my cock free as River leans over. I wonder if Briar has checked her bedside drawers. If she’s touched the variety of things we placed inside them, all of them designed around the list she told us no longer matters - but that we fully intend on using as our own personal Briar tasting menu.
“And a collar?” We all pause at the supple pink leather in his hands. River shifts, leaning down beside me to murmur into Briar’s ear. “I’m going to put this pretty pink collar around your neck, Briar.”
He drags the connecting chains over her body, over her breasts. “These connect to your stiff little nipples. I told you you’d feel everything, baby.”
I have to grip my cock tightly to stop myself from fucking exploding there and then, as I take in the sight of the sleek collar around her neck that River buckles into place. He slips his finger beneath, making sure it’s not too tight before he runs the chains through his fingers to the clamps at the end.
Handing one of the clamps to me, he takes the other. Jenson has stopped, one finger stroking over her pussy, soothing her silently as River and I each lean down. I lick over the stiff bud before gently attaching the clamp, adjusting it so it’s just held in place.
This isn’t about pain. This is about sensation, about making her feel as much of it as possible under our hands. Our control.
I glance at Jenson, watching the fingers he slowly pumps in and out of her. He grins at me, as there’s something bright burning in his eyes that has me grinning too.
Fuck, but playing with Briar isfun.
I breathe heavily as he pulls his fingers free and slaps her exposed flesh. He speaks as if she can’t hear him. “I think I have another clamp in there that can fit over her swollen clit. But we’ll save it for another time. I want full access to her cunt tonight. She’s enjoying herself, if the way my fingers are soaked is any indication.”
“Excellent,” River murmurs. He looks across her still body at me. We know what’s coming next. “Seems like both of our cocks will slide right inside, Kai.”
My lips part, and I almost—
River freezes, staring at me. Slowly, I shake my head.You know I can’t.
I tried foryears, working with Emily to test my speech in different situations. Even with Jenson and River alone, I’venever been able to voice the words inside my head. Emily has always insisted that I might find the ability, in the right situation.
And for the first time in a long time, I wish I could.
I want her to hear me.
Briar
Holy shit.
I can’t see. Can’t speak. I can’tmove.
But I’m freefalling into a sensory overload. Because I can feel… everything.
There’s a building, pushing, tingling filling my lower body as Jenson fucks me with his hand. When he slaps me, the sound ringing out, something flickers inside me in response, an internal response to external stimuli that I didn’t expect at all. Tiny fireworks that don’tstop.
Not being able to move, to try to ease the ache, feels like torture.
