“You are doing so good, Zion,” I praised. “So good.”
He tilted her hips, latching onto her clit, and her floundering diminished, changed into a spasm, a gasp, a cry, and?—
Like a spark, her body grew taut, combusting in internal flames. For a flicker, she stayed in the position, like aphotograph, a snapshot, and then slumped. The rope thrown over the exposed beam in the ceiling creaked from her weight.
Releasing Zion’s cock, I licked my fingers, from the pinkie to the thumb. My chest rumbled as a peculiar taste flooded my mouth, the mixture of them both a drug I could consume daily.
With my breakfast. As a pick-me-up.
Kali’s head dropped on her chest, her breathing quietening, similar to how her sobs had already done so three releases ago.
Together with Zion, we carefully moved her legs off his shoulders, lowering her feet to the floor?—
She swayed.
I caught her waist before she could sag and dislocate her shoulders by accident. Or so much as sprain them.
“I’m proud of you, Kali.” As I swiped the sweaty strands away from her nose, her eyes didn’t open. She was spent.
A groan ripped my attention to Zion, and my focus narrowed to the wetness drenching his chin and dripping to his chest.
He tousled his hair, the locks flying in all directions despite its short length. “She squirted.”
I was going to squirt myself from the mere visual of him on his knees, looking up at us like we were his world.
Carefully adjusting her weight as she leaned against me, I raised her chin. “You can squirt.” Three seconds ticked before her eyes opened, the forest flame inside them sputtering as I demanded, “I want to see it.”
“No.” Her head lolled as if about to fall off. “Seven… Seven…” she repeated, the distress evident in her murmurs.
“I know.” I wiped off the evidence of her tears. “But you kept this from me. And all secrets have a price. This is mine. I want to see you soak his face. Drench it.”
“Yes.” Zion squeezed himself.
“Stop,” I commanded. My resolve to teach them a lesson cracked as he threw his head back and his fists dropped to hissides. “You will make her come one more time, and you better make sure she squirts,” I rasped, my voice as splintered as my patience.
He lunged, grabbing Kali’s thigh and lifting it in the air, the knee bent. With her glistening pussy exposed, he resumed destroying her clit.
Fresh tears poured out of her as he manipulated the oversensitive tissue into overdrive. A couple of minutes, and sheseized.
A man with famine’s claws deep inside him, Zion drank the wetness gushing out of her. His guttural noises fried my brain like lightning, rewiring my neurons to revolve permanently around them as the center of existence.
Hard as a rock, I strode back to the kitchen table and slumped in the seat I had previously occupied. Rubbing at my face, I observed how Zion whispered something to the sporadically convulsing, quivering mess Kali had become.
Her punishment might have reached the end, but he still needed to be taught a few things about subordination.
“Come here.” With my back straight, I reveled in how his expression melted from trepidation to resignation. “I said, come here, Zion.” As I hooked an elbow on the backrest, the wood cut into my flesh. “Or do you really want me to come get you myself?”
His throat bobbed, but he let Kali go warily, taking extra time to ensure she was going to be okay to hang in the ropes for a bit. Once he was sure she would not injure herself, he began to rise?—
“That’s not what I meant.” I stopped him. “I didn’t say you could stand up.”
Confusion furrowed his eyebrows, but then they smoothed out, realization dawning on him.
Both of his palms hit the floor.
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