Squaring my shoulders, I turn to the Doms beside me.
“Cocks out. Your boy needs another use for his mouth tonight,” I order. A boldness whirls through my veins.
They immediately unzip their jeans in unison, and a thrill mixed with confidence surges through me. Knowing I could come just from this current setting, I struggle to tear my eyes from them to free my cock.
“Crawl to me.” My attention back on my revenge.
“Yes, Sir.”
My hands tremble slightly as Freddie shakes his tight ass as he makes his way over to me on the floor, still on my sub cushion.
“No. I didn’t say you could do that yet,” I scold. Yanking his hair hard, I pull back his head, stopping him before he tries to suck me down in one go.
"Dirty boy. So impatient," I mutter, my nose touching his as I scold him, “I bet your tight peach gets bruised all the time from being so wicked.”
His eyes flutter closed as he humps the air ever so slightly while we stare at each other. How can we already be this far gone and nothing has even happened yet?
“Now, can you be good and do as I say, Freddie?”
His intense gaze relaxes, his eyeliner smudged now more than before. He nods as his pink tongue dips out in anticipation of what lies ahead.
“Colour?”
“Green,” I hear as he shudders. Knowing he is getting off on this makes me want to choke him with my cock and see his tears. This side of me I didn’t know existed, pushing through whenever he is in my presence.
“Good. You’re going to start by getting me all nice and wet. On you go,” I instruct with authority as I let go of his hair.
He eagerly leans in, and I almost come from the first flick of his tongue on my tip. Despite his earlier bratty attitude, Freddie takes his time. Almost mapping me out for later dates.
He sucks me down like an experienced pro, quietly moaning as he let me fly higher and higher. I pull him off multiple times once I see him yet again humping at nothing.
He whines, almost scowling at me but I don’t let up. Our Doms sit watching with ragged breaths, slowly strokingthemselves as I repeatedly take what I want from the demon sub that had been torturing my mind for months.
His cock is perfect boyfriend size, as some would call it. Flushed pink and bobbing between his hairless thighs. My ass tightens around nothing as I imagine him bottoming for me.
As I squeeze my legs together, Freddie lies heavy over them as he sucks me into his mouth. His balls drag against my knees and thighs as he grinds his hips.
It’s all-consuming, and I shiver at the hairless friction. The deep heat of his soft mouth is delectable.
“Okay, that’s enough,” pulling at his hair until he pops off. His cheeks are red, his breathing laboured, as he waits for me to tell him what will come next.
“Please,” he asks me so quietly that I almost don’t hear it.
I lean forward, taking in his swollen lips that are sloppy with saliva.
“Sorry, what was that?”
“Please,” he begs me, looking up between his lashes.
“No, my demon brat. You don’t get to beg. You were naughty,” I chide.
He groans but keeps quiet when I ask Simmons for lube. He opens a tiny drawer behind him and passes it over to me.
“Try to be good now, Freddie. I want those shiny fingers to make me come while our Sirs watch us. No coming, but I will let you hump this,” I sayas I slide the cushion out from under me and over to him.
He moans again as I pour lube over his palms, and he settles the thick round cushion high between his thighs.
“That’s it, hump the cushion like a little puppy that can’t control himself,” I gasp as he clasps his shiny black hands around my girth. The slide of the latex against my cock almost carries me over. I’m panting, moaning loudly as I think of the men watching me, Freddie’s relentless hands touching my cockas he writhes on the cushion, needing release from what I’ve orchestrated. Within a few strokes, I’m pouring my first orgasm that’s not for Arnie all over Freddie’s hands. I watch Freddie free of his inhibitions as he licks at his coated fingers, his gaze on his Dom as he does so.
