Lorian dips two fingers inside me and watches my face as he moves them in and out, adjusting his rhythm based on the way my body responds.
“Still so tight,” Lorian says, pulling his fingers free, and putting them in front of my mouth. “Clean them with your tongue.”
I begin licking his wet fingers with my tongue, tasting myself, realizing now they are settling into their fantasy.
Lorian hungrily watches my tongue wrap around his large knuckles, his silver eyes darkening. “Good,” he says softly. “Obedience suits you.”
Then Lorian moves lower, mouth replacing fingers, tongue flicking cruel patterns over my clit until I’m arching off the sheets. He easily pins my hips with one hand and slides the other under my ass, lifting me, exposing everything.
“Don’t come,” he says, right as his tongue plunges deep into me.
I cry out, gripping the silk sheets. My legs shake, my body begging to disobey. But I don’t. It takes all my strength, but I hold the tension inside me.
Rafe pulls on my nipple piercings as Lorain pulls away from my pussy, eyes gleaming with restrained cruelty, and says, “Say we own your orgasm.”
“You do. You both do. You always have.” And this is true. Since I entered the Celestial Spire, for the most part, they alone have been in control of that part of my physical body, and what I first saw as a punishment, I now see as a turn-on.
“Then earn your release, Eve,” Lorian says.
“Touch yourself for us,” Rafe commands. “Let us see what our wife looks like when she’s desperate.”
My fingers move quickly between my thighs; the hair there is drenched with desire, and my clit is aching. I grind against my fingers, moaning, keeping my gaze between them, my husbands, my jailers, my lovers.
“Is this what you want?” I ask them teasingly.
Rafe grabs my hand away. “Stop talking.”
I try to wiggle my hand out of his grip, but it’s impossible. My hips involuntarily rise. I am so close to orgasming. All I want to do is touch myself to completion. I nod, and Rafe slowly releases my hand.
“Now ask,” Rafe says.
“Please let me come, Husbands,” I say on the verge, my hand moving frantically.
Rafe presses his mouth to my collarbone, lips soft. “Good. Go on.”
I close my eyes and let my orgasm take over. I feel the pressure rising, and then I hit the tipping point. Within seconds, my whole body begins shaking with erotic pleasure, and I hear Lorian call me his ‘beautiful sinner’ and feel him start to kiss me down my body, which only makes the orgasm last longer.
By the time I slowly draw my hand away from my clit, I feel spent, but I know this is only the beginning. This istheirfantasy, and one thing I’ve learned about them is that sex is never over quickly. It’s always a long, drawn out affair that includes both pleasure and pain. It’s a full gambit of emotions that ensures every physical and emotional desire is met and satisfied.
Rafe runs a hand over my wet sex. “Tell me what you want, Eve.”
I open my eyes and look at him. His pupils are so large I can only see a small ring of silver around them. “I want you to fuck me. I want you both.”
Rafe flips me onto my stomach and then takes my hips in his hands and enters me with his large cock. All in one stroke. It’s merciless. And with each thrust he says, “You are ours.” Again and again.
And I feel every inch of him and his words as he pounds into me.
Lorian's worship is equally relentless, his mouth and hands finding every sensitive place on my back, his litany of Imperial prayers makingthis act feel holy. His Imperial words wash over me, incomprehensible under his breath.
I feel overwhelmed, not from pain, but from being seen so completely.
Then, they switch, and Lorian flips me over and enters me. My body welcomes him like he’s coming home. Every thrust feels like it’s erasing the last year of distance, rewriting me back into the shape I was always meant to have with them.
This is our normal.
Lorian pins my wrists above my head with one hand. He leans down until our foreheads touch, and I can smell the incense from the shrine still clinging to his long hair.
“You’ll count,” he says. “Every time I thrust, you count. If you lose count, we start over.”
