“Oh, Little Witch. What have you done?” He kisses me on the forehead before turning to look at Demitri. “So do I get to join?”
“Yes, I figured you would want some time with our girl too.” Demitri walks over to see what Hutch is making for dinner. “But you will have to deal with my sloppy seconds. I may have had to teach her a lesson, and she’s dripping with my come.”
Rolling my eyes at his show of dominance, I head in to set the table and make sure everything in the house is ready to eat. I want absolutely no delays before I get to play. I can’t remember a time I have been this wanton.
I swallow the last bite of my stir-fry, and have two seconds to wipe my face off with the napkin before Dee has me scooped up. He flings me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing, and heads for the stairs. He walks down the hallway, heading for his bedroom again. He throws me on the bed before standing just out of reach.
“Hard limits?” Demitri growls out.
“What?” He shocks me with his question. I heard him, but my brain can’t comprehend what exactly he is asking me. All the blood has been hanging out in my throbbing core for the last couple of hours.
“I need to know what you are absolutely not willing to do.” His eyes are dark and hooded, waiting for my answer.
“Umm,” I pick at my fingers. “I don’t think there is anything I know I absolutely won’t do. Maybe fisting. That feels a littleintense right now.” I have never had a partner who cared about what I wanted to happen. I am not sure how to answer his question.
“No fisting, that seems easy enough. What have you had happen to you in previous relationships, Nyx? I don’t want to push you too far.”
“We have had sex,nothing too crazy.” I am so confused by what he is looking for. “My sexual partners are a fairly short list. I decided after Nick, unless I found someone worth my time, I wouldn’t go out looking for partners because most of the time I had to finish myself, anyway. Why go searching for a shitty lay?”
“Oh, Little Fox. One thing I can promise you, when you are in my bed, the only time your orgasms are at your own hands are when I want to witness you make yourself feel good. Graham will also never make you take care of yourself, ever. You will never have to worry about whether you will be coming when you are under our control.”
“Says the man who has left me needy and dripping for hours.”
“That was all part of the scene, Little Fox.” He smirks at me. He knows I am just getting sassy with him. “The only time your pleasure will be denied is when it is to prove a point or as punishment. The punishment will be discussed prior, and you will know that your actions are going to cause that. You do not want to be denied, don’t be a brat.”
I roll my eyes just as Graham has joined us in the bedroom. He must have stopped in his room because he joins us wearing only a dark blue pair of boxer briefs. His cock sticking out of the waistband of his boxers.
“What are we going over?” Graham walks to take his place in the chair, like he knows exactly where he needs to be for the scene without being told.
“I am trying to find out what our girl doesn’t like, but it seems like her previous dickheads haven’t been able to do much.” Demitri takes his eyes off me for a moment to address Hutch. “Ok, for now we will use the traffic light system. Green means you are good to keep going. Yellow means you either need us to slow down or you need a break. Red, the whole scene stops with no question, and I will tend to any of your needs or concerns.”
I nod my head as he explains everything. It all seems very straightforward. I have never used a safe word before, but it is good to know that I have a way to stop everything if needed. Demitri removes his t-shirt, standing only in the jeans he was wearing on our date to the range. Graham is completely man-spread out in his chair just watching me. I swear the fire in his eyes could light the ocean on fire.
“I need your words, beautiful.” Demitri leans his hands on the bed, looking over me.
“Yes, Sir. I understand.” A smile spreads across his face as he climbs onto the bed fully.
He yanks my leggings down my leg, taking a look at his masterpiece, the mess our cum has left in my leggings. The leggings are launched in the air, landing in front of his walk-in closet door. Next, my shirt is pulled over my head, and in a moment his fingers are deftly unclasping my bra, the two articles of clothing joining my leggings on the floor.
I am naked for mere moments before I feel Demitri’s hands at my ankles, throwing them over his shoulders. He sheaths himself in me in one swift thrust. I cry out, loving the feeling of being stretched fully.
“Fuck, Dee. Didn’t you just come?” Graham is watching us, with that burning look still in his eye.
“That was strictly about leaving her dripping with my come. This is for pleasure.”Fuck.“Go into my closet and grab the pink vibrator.”
Graham gets up and adjusts his erection before going into the closet. I can hear him rummaging around, but I am focused on Demitri grinding his pelvis into my clit. He isn’t thrusting right now, more circling his hips so I get the most amazing friction.
“Come here.” Is all Demitri says over his shoulder when we hear Graham walk back into the room. I can see Graham just standing off to the side of the bed. He leans over and grasps my breast in his palm. “Turn the vibrator on and place it on her clit.” He growls. All pleasantries are gone. He is all orders.
The silicone of the vibrator meets my clit, and I scream. The orgasm that I had been denied for so long finally cresting. The spots in my vision dance, but I blink them away. I can feel myself clenching on Demitri’s cock so hard that he can barely thrust into me.
“Fuck, Little Fox. I think this is the hardest you have come yet. Graham, do not move that toy off her clit unless told so.” He gives Graham orders so effortlessly. “That’s it, keep squeezing the life out of my cock, beautiful.”
“Her skin flushes a beautiful shade of red every time she comes. It may just be my new favorite color.” Graham groans out.
I can hear them talking about how gorgeous I am when I come, but I can’t focus on the words between them anymore. I am a floating blob of skin and tissue. Boneless, floating in space and in absolute bliss. When I said no one really cared about my pleasure when we fucked, I meant it, this is a whole new fucking experience.
Demitri’s pace starts to become erratic, and I try to focus my blissed out state back on my men. I glance up to see Demitri’s eyes rolling back in his head and his face shows every ounce of control he is trying desperately to cling to.
