But he’s going to fucking love this. He trusts us both wholly, and he’s going to be rewarded for that in ways he’s probably only dreamed of.
When she returns from her room, a fluffy robe draped over her frame and a blush kissing her cheeks, I know that just the anticipation has her soaked. With a quick pull, I’ve removed the robe from her, leaving her in nothing but the lingerie she picked out.
My jaw drops. I couldn’t have picked better myself.
She’s the picture of sin in a tiny white nightgown, the peaks of her nipples barely showing, giving just a tease of the reaction her body is having to the impending adventure. Eyes locked on mine, she slowly lifts the hem of the little lacy thing. So agonizingly slow, I nearly rip it off her, and she must see the look on my face because she laughs. A taunting, wicked thing, that giggle is. She knows exactly what she’s doing, my depraved temptress dressed like something holy.
I’m going to taint every inch of her.
When she finally lifts the hem high enough to show what’s underneath, I groan.Nothing.She’s bare underneath it, giving me only a tiny peek at the gorgeous warmth between her thighs. I barely suppress a growl and hand her the items she’ll need to prepare Fritz, sending her back into the bedroom with a little slap on her ass and a warning to be a good girl.
After a few moments of silence, I hear Fritz slowlywake up, groaning and yawning as he does before he finds the surprise we’ve set up.
“My Songbird, what have you done?” he teases, and she giggles again.
Now that he’s prepared, I enter the room, and their heated, exhilarated gazes meet mine. “How are those restraints, Bel?”
She tugs on one of the cuffs holding Fritz’s arms up above his head, fastened to the headboard. The force of her tug shakes her breasts, the sway of them making my mouth water, aching to taste the sweet flesh. Fritz’s glazed eyes as he watches the action spur her on, and she leans across him, tugging the other. Our wicked girl lets her body drape over him, close enough he tries to reach with his mouth, but far enough that she’s just out of reach.
He grunts out his frustration. “You think this little contraption could hold me, Belissenda? I’ll break out and fuck you silly faster than you can even think.”
“Of course, you could,” she coos as I walk closer. She leans in, kissing and licking his neck, “But you won’t. And do you know why?”
He swallows and manages to answer, “Why?”
“Because you wanna be a good boy for us, don’t you?” she bites the junction of his neck and shoulder, the exact way I do her, and he growls at the pain that he loves so much.
Once his brain clears, Fritz scoffs, though it’s halfhearted at best, “You’re playing a dangerous game, Sweets. You think you can break me? I’m a thousand years old.”
I’m tempted to let this power struggle play out. Bel seems to be taking it in stride, the way Fritz wants to be a fucking brat and make her punish him. But he would enjoy it too much, so instead, I summon her to me. “Come here, my Dove. It doesn’t appear Fritz is ready to play nice.” She obeys instantly, climbing off the bed, ready to come to me. When she’s one step away from the bed, I add one more command, “Crawl.”
She slowly sinks to the carpet beneath her, eyes locked on me in challenge as she does. When she places her hands on the rug beneath her, her nightgown drapes just how I hoped, her gorgeous cunt on full display for the brat watching and unable to do anything about it.
His groan fills the room, his desperation tangible, urging Bel on as she crawls toward me. Her body sways with every motion, the curves of her stunning frame nearly bringing me to my knees, too. When she reaches me, she climbs her hands up my pant leg until she’s upright, sitting on her heels before me.
I reach out a hand to help her up, and she slides her body against mine all the way up, her tits grazing my already painfully hard cock and causing a shudder to wrack my body. Fritz pulls at his restraints, his frustration evident. Bel laughs in her deliciously cruel way, not even sparing him a glance.
“Fritzy?” I ask him, eyes still on our girl.
“Yes, Cas?”
One corner of my mouth lifts in a grin, “Are you ready to be a good boy yet?”
Through gritted teeth, he responds, “Cas, I swear to fuck, if you don’t let me outta here, I’m gonna-”
“I guess that’s a no, then,” I tell Bel. “Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to have you all to myself.” I gently grip Bel’s hair in a fist, holding her right where I want her. Her half-lidded gaze stares at my lips, waiting for the inevitable.
When I finally take the kiss she was waiting for, it’s just as potent as the first time, her mouth setting my blood on fire. I take and take, sliding our tongues together, biting her lip just to the point of pain, letting my free hand roam her curves.
A growl sounds from the bed, still no closer to surrender than he was a moment ago. I lift Bel and carry her back to the bed, throwing her at the foot of it, completely out of his reach. She bounces once, and I’m instantly on top of her, grinding her body into the bed and reaching everywhere I can with my mouth, licking and sucking on her nipples through the nightgown and leaving wet spots to give me a translucent view of the hardened peaks.
I move down her body, dragging her to the edge of the bed by her ankle.
Christ, she’s already soaked.
I waste no time diving in and making her moan for me. I lick her over and over, feasting on her body as she arches and writhes under my touch. Both her hands are buried in my hair, directing me exactly where she wants me. The way she takes control of me, of her pleasure, feels so fucking good my eyes roll into the back of my head.
Fritz wiggles on the bed, his frustration growing while Bel pushes herself against my face, her legs draped over my shoulders, controlling every motion and taking her pleasure from me. Her moans get louder, the muscles in her legs tensing and trying to squeeze closed, but I force them open, gripping both thighs while I drive her higher and higher. I suck her swollen, needy clit into my mouth and flick my tongue against it. As I work her closer to the peak she craves, her moans become the pleading chants I’ve quickly become addicted to.
