Page 74 of Sweet Little Spies

Outside of the dungeon. Inside the dungeon, they wouldsometimes push her limits, though they didn’t seem to have truly done sotonight.

And he had to admit, it was fucking fun. He knew one thing.She wasn’t thinking about anything but him and Tristan. The rest of the worldhad floated away.

She’d “disobeyed,” and now they got to punish her.

His whole body felt alive in a way it never had before. He’dshoved down all his anxiety because he needed to stay calm in the face of anattack. But now this felt like a fucking reward. He’d done what he needed todo, proven he could stay in control, and now he got to truly top her.

He rubbed her pussy and she tensed, adjusting her position.The fabric of her itty-bitty thong was soaked, and she felt warm and softagainst his hand. She’d feel warmer and softer against his dick.

Aidan lifted up, her plump pussy grinding against hisfingers. Standing with her legs spread wide wasn’t a sustainable position. Shewas strong, but it would be too easy for her leg muscles to tire. If shedropped any further, she might hurt her legs or arms as she pulled on therestraints, or both.

Being a good Dom, he’d help her stand up straight. He pulledup, hard, his hand digging into her. Carys gasped, scrambling to bring her feettogether and stand up to alleviate the pressure.

His fingers slipped between her outer labia, the warm, slickflesh cradling him. Her thighs, pressed together, kept his hand in place.

She ground down on him, hips shifting as she tried to rubher clit against his hand.

“Spread,” he commanded. “Enough so I have easy access tothis pussy.”

She adjusted until her feet were a little more than shoulderwidth apart. He dropped his hand away from her sex.

Then gave her pussy a friendly spank.

Tristan had been behind her the whole time, and now hechuckled. “I think she’s definitely ready to move on.”

Carys groaned, her head tipping back against Tristan’sshoulder, her knees tilting to the side, spreading her thighs wider and forcingher hips forward.

When her pussy was spanked, she didn’t clamp her legstogether. She spread them, offering her sweet flesh up for more. There was hissweet sub, and he realized what they’d been missing. Sex was good between them,but this was more. This was a connection they’d been missing.

Aidan reached between her legs once more, but now hisfingers were gentle. He molded the wet fabric of her thong against her pussy,making sure it clung to every fold and contour.

Tristan moved in, his hand sliding against Aidan’s as hetraced Carys’s clit with gentle fingers. His fingers slid along Tris’s,reminding him in a visceral way that he wasn’t alone.

He’d been so alone.

She arched her back, pulling against the restraints.

“Does that feel good?” Tristan asked.

“Yes, Sir,” came the breathy reply.

Then it was time to shake her up. “And this?”

Aidan carefully scraped her clit with his nail.

Carys let out a shocked sound that was almost a scream.

He did it again.

Carys came. He felt the warm rush of her arousal against hisfingers. He hadn’t dreamed she was that close. He doubted she knew she was soclose because if she had, she would have warned him.

Tristan stepped back, frowning.

Aidan moved to join him, forming a solid front. “Did youcome, sub?”

“Just a little one, Sir.”

Tristan snorted. “And little orgasms don’t count?”

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