Page 7 of Binding Breanna

Gripping the base of my shaft with one hand, I cradle the back of her head with the other, then I guide my cock into her waiting mouth. I thrust a few times, slipping over her wet tongue. She doesn’t suck or lick, clearly not having a clue what to do. It’s cute. Her inexperience of it all is somehow infinitely hotter than an expert suck.

Suddenly, the omega’s eyes go wide and she lets out a garbled yell around my dick. Looking down her slight body, I take in the sight of my gorgeous mate eating her unused pussy. He laps and sucks, drinking down every drop of her pretty slick.I wonder what she tastes like…

“Good girl,” I say absentmindedly as I pat her cheek, letting my cock slip from her mouth.

She licks her wet lips, then looks down at Mitchum’s head buried between her legs. The omega’s nipples harden against the silk nightgown when he flicks her clit, making the swollen nub pop back and forth.

I can’t help but wonder if she’s ever had an orgasm before.

Surely, she has.

But I like to pretend she has no idea what’s in store. I want every ounce of her pleasure and her pain to be brand new.

“Raise that ass,” I say in a gruff tone as I move around Mitchum. “I want to fuck you while you’re face first in her cunt.”

BOUND TO THE TABLE

Breanna

The long-haired Alpha’s tongue feels bizarre against my sex. It’s wiggly and wet, squiggling in all different directions. I can’t tell if I like it or not. It doesn’t feel bad. Just weird. Especially when he hits my clit. It sends jolts through my body, making my stomach clench. It’s nice. I think?

“Raise that ass,” the masked-man says. A waft of his spicy, warm aroma swirls around me as he moves. “I want to fuck you while you’re face first in her cunt.”

I tug at my restraints, hating that I can’t use my hands. Why did they tie me up? Why did they drug me?I didn’t agree to this. But there’s nothing I can do about it now.

Game Night has already begun.

“That’s it. Let that ass suck me up like a good boy.” The masked-Alpha’s voice is strained, but I don’t look down at him. I’m too distracted by the Alpha between my legs.

My eyes float closed as he flicks my clit, and I let myself fall into the feel of his mouth on me. I don’t know why, but it suddenly feels good. Very good. I’m pouring slick. It’s everywhere, covering my legs and back as it pools beneath me on the cold metal table. The rough strap across my ribcage is the only thing keeping me from sliding right off.

Rough grunts fill the room as the long-haired Alpha pushes his tongue deep inside my entrance. I gasp at the intrusion, then keen when his teeth scrape across my clit. It sends sparks straight to my core and my back arches.

“She liked that.” The masked-Alpha chuckles. “Do it again,” he says, and the long-haired Alpha quickly obeys.

A swift moan leaps from my throat when a thick finger pushes inside me. He curls it and my knees draw up. Every muscle in my body seems to coil as he sucks and flicks, lapping wildly at my overly-sensitive clit.

I should say something sexy. Something dirty and wild, but I can’t think of anything beyond the pressure building in my body. It’s like a stretched rubber band, growing harder and harder to hold on to. Then it snaps and my orgasm is ripped from me. My thighs tense and my toes curl as wave after wave of unimaginable pleasure consumes me. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It’s not the sweet, slow-building orgasm I give myself when I’m all alone, but a raging fire that makes my whole body shake violently.

“Fuck!” Someone yells out as my orgasm makes my abs flex, curling my body inward. It’s like I don’t have any control over my body.

“What—” I pant, not even sure what I’m trying to say. “What—” I lift my head, watching the two Alphas kiss each other next to my feet.

They’re both so stunning.

The younger Alpha’s dark hair hangs into his face. His body is cut with lean muscle, and his skin appears to be tan. He looks like he belongs on a beach somewhere, flirting with silly girls in tiny bikinis and surfing in the sunset. The masked-Alpha looks older with salt-and-pepper hair and a matching trim beard. He’s a bit taller and bulkier than his lover, his abs chiseled with deep, distracting grooves. They both smell amazing. One of them is spicy and the other woodsy with a hint of orange.

“Fuck me, David,” the long-haired Alpha says, and I’m happy to have a name for at least one of them. “I love you.” He pants as they crash their mouths together once again. It’s a wild, almost animalistic kiss. The kind filled with a violent passion.

And just like that, need hits me like a tidal wave, followed quickly by shame. I don’t know these Alphas. They’re strangers, yet my body doesn't care. Wicked biology has taken over, forcing all sane thought from my mind.

“P-please…” I whisper, hoping to get their attention.

It works.

They break the kiss long enough to give me a heated look. My pussy is throbbing at the thought of one of their fat cocks inside me. “Please, take me,” I say, hoping I sound sexy, but I fear I just sound silly. Maybe even pathetic.

“Do you want her first?” the long-haired Alpha asks, his lips brushing against David’s. “Do you want to feel that virgin stretch, or do you want to fuck her hole filled with my cum?”

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