Because I allowed her to bound my fucking arms behind my back.
Selene leans forward, drawing me back into the moment as she kisses my lower stomach.
It’s right there, baby. Lick the head.
Selene smiles up at me. “At least you’re distracted now.”
But I’m not because I can feel the rope digging into my skin, suffocating me.
“Sit on my face,” I command, dropping back down on the bed.
She glances at Dom who is sitting behind me on the bed, hands in his hoodie as he watches us. Selene climbs up on the bed, planting a knee on either side of my head, hovering above with her pussy nowhere near my mouth as she struggles to keep her balance.
Dom reaches out, steading her. “Move closer to the headboard.”
“No. I want you to hold me.”
He freezes, and for a brief moment, I’m certain Dominik is going to back out. But then, his hands glide down Selene’s arms,stopping at her elbows. With a bit of hesitancy, he guides her closer, aligning her perfectly with my face.
I stare at her wet pussy, getting painfully hard just lying here being a useless fuck.
“Be a good girl and let me taste you.”
I’m not used to this. Not used to having to wait or be at someone else’s mercy.
Selene looks down and lets out a soft moan as she lowers herself. And I feast on her like a starved man. My tongue slowly exploring every inch of her as her little whimpers fill the room. Every time she squirms or pulls away, Dominik forces her back in place.
His hands are on her hips now, keeping her pinned down against my mouth where she belongs.
“Touch me,” she whispers to him.
I’m lost in pussy-la-la land but even I can tell he’s reserved. He wants to participate but his heart won’t let him.
“Put your mask on me and pretend I’m her,” Selene says, gripping him tighter as her head falls against his shoulder when I softly swipe my tongue up her clit.
I don’t stop as Dom pulls off his mask and secures it over Selene’s face. He forces her to seat herself on me completely, my tongue fucking her relentlessly as I watch Dom draw circles around her nipple. She cries out, melting into us as he kisses her collarbone.
My tongue is begging for her release but I know she needs something else inside her to come. Women like Selene don’t get off easily, that much is obvious.
She needs so much more. Maybe a little bit of pain.
I hear the unmistakable clink of a belt buckle across the room. My gut tightens, hoping it’s Aaron dropping his pants because I didn’t press the green light when we entered. Maybe it was on and I forgot to turn it off?
Fuck I can’t remember.
“You started without me,” Aaron snaps, his voice edged with frustration.
“You’re late,” Dom replies, his tone ice cold.
Selene glances over her shoulder, her mask still perfectly in place, hiding that gorgeous face. Dominik needs to either get in the game or get the hell out. Tonight isn’t about feelings; it’s about crossing lines we never dared to before. About indulging in everything we’re afraid to want.
I hear a bottle of lube opening right as Aaron’s legs press on either side of my arms.
“That’s not going to work,” Dom says.
“I’m going to make it work. He’s done eating for now.” Aaron sounds desperate as he pulls Selene away from my tongue. A second later Dom’s mask flies off her face and lands somewhere behind Aaron. Selene is hovering over my chest now, wearing a puzzled look on her face as she looks between the three of us.
Something is wrong with Aaron. He seems rushed, sloppy even.
