Gloom’s body transforms, some of his muscles tensing and then relaxing under the ropes and Cupio’s touch.
It’s actually quite nice to always be in control of things. Being able to watch the two people I care about is more pleasurable than I could have ever imagined.
“Do you like watching, Birdie?” Cupio asks, and I nod my head. “He does look quite beautiful tied in pink ropes, doesn’t he?”
“He does indeed.”
Gloom’s cock is hard and aching as it juts out from his body. But he doesn’t touch, not that he could with the way Cupio is now tying his hands behind his back.
“You sure do have a lot of clothes on,” Gloom says, looking at me and I smirk.
“Are you not feeling entertained enough?” I joke back and he eyes me up and down like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever seen.
And so, I stand, sliding each strap of my dress off and letting it puddle to the floor. I wore nothing underneath and both of my men pause what they’re doing to look at me.
This might just make my ego two sizes larger as I stand there, proudly nude.
“Come here,” Cupio says.
His tone is deep and commanding, and for the first time in my life, I find I might just like being told what to do.
I walk up to him. He’s holding ropes between Gloom’s wrists with one hand and gently grabs my chin with another.
“What do you want, sweet birdie?”
Two sweets in one night? What alternate reality have I found myself in?
I scratch the top of Gloom’s head, loving the way his short hair feels under my fingertips. I never have a problem asking for what I want, but when it comes to Cupio, I feel a little lost for words.
“Please touch each other and let me watch,” Gloom says, and Cupio laughs, tugging on his ropes, making them more secure.
“Well, I wouldn’t want you bored while you’re waiting,” I suggest, stepping away from Cupio and grabbing the large plug along with lube out of the chest. “Now, would we?”
Cupio helps Gloom down to his knees, the reaper looking at me with heavy-lidded, lust-filled eyes. His hands are tied behind his back, and the ropes crisscrossed against the muscular expanse of his chest.
I get down on my knees behind Gloom, while Cupio slowly starts to undress. He doesn’t stop looking at the two of us, however.
I drag the toy down Gloom’s back. “Is this what you want?”
“Please,” he replies.
“Always such good manners.”
I drip the lube down the crack of his ass and along the toy. The bottom suctions to the floor and I hold it still as Gloom slowly slides the toy into his ass. He moans, throwing his head back as he takes it deeper and deeper.
Cupio’s mouth hinges open as he watches Gloom and I can’t help myself as I drag my hands across the reaper’s body. Feeling every single confined inch of it.
“Say flamingo if it gets to be too much,” I say to Gloom, loud enough for Cupio to hear.
Gloom just groans in his agreement, shifting his body over the toy, giving himself pleasure. I wrap my hand around his front and slowly stroke his cock a few times.
“Fuck, this was worth the wait,” Gloom hisses out, and I smile, kissing the side of his neck and standing up.
No more stalling. It’s the moment I’ve fantasized about. I’m finally going to sleep with my boss. What if we aren’t compatible? What if it isn’t good?
“Everything feels okay?” Cupio asks Gloom.
“More than okay. Please let me watch you touch her.”
