Page 47 of Madness

Deciding to put him out of his misery, I stroke Red’s hair back from her face, “She can be a mouthy thing, and if you give her an inch, she’ll take a fucking mile, but my Atropa loves giving up control, and we love taking it from her.” I tell him. Red’s head leans into my touch, seeking comfort, and I let her, but I know what she truly needs, and that’s to lose control, to let her notthink or feel anything other than what we are doing to her and I intend to give her that – I would give her everything.

“Are you my good girl?” I ask her. My hand sinks into her hair. She shakes her head, and I resist the urge to smirk, “No? Then what are you?”

“Your whore. Yours to do with what you please,” she recites, and I grin wickedly, ignoring the way my cock strains against my pants at her words, begging to be let free.

“What do you need, Atropa?”

“Your cock and for Des to touch me,” she pleads, her eyes flicking up to mine in a silent plea.

“You heard her. Touch her,” I instruct Desmond as I undo my pants. The material falls around my ankles, and I kick them off to the side, my cock bouncing off of my stomach.

Red wastes no time, swallowing my cock into her mouth, her skilled tongue working its magic, and I moan in response.

My hand instinctively finds her hair, gripping at the roots to stop her from sucking me so hard that I lose control too fast.

I want to enjoy this. To watch her fall apart as Des explores her body.

Desmond’s hands hesitate, and I reach out, grip his wrist, and guide his hand to her breast.

Her nipples are pebbled, begging for attention, and he rolls them between his fingers.

Red moans around my cock as his hands roam over her body, exploring her every curve with urgent need.

Red’s hand grips my thigh, and the heat of her skin burns, sending a jolt of electricity up my leg and right into my groin.

It’s always like this when she touches me. My whole body feels like it’s alive after being asleep for so long.

Desmond’s hand cups her pussy, and Red gasps, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment, “Yes, keep touching me,” she breathes, her voice a husky plea.

Des, obviously encouraged, trails his fingers down further. His finger slips through her slit and circles her nub, and Red’s movements stall as she jerks from the sensation.

“Fuck she likes that,” I mutter, my focus never wavering from Red’s face. I pull her hair gently, exposing her neck, and Des plants a series of hot,open-mouthed kisses down her throat.

My cock falls from her mouth as her head falls back, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, “More,” she begs, her voice cracking with urgency.

I move, my muscles flexing as I move and position myself behind her.

My eye is fixated on her as I grip her ass, spreading her cheeks and toying with her hole as Des slides a finger into her pussy.

“Spread your legs wider for me, Atropa,” I command, and she obeys without hesitation, her legs now splayed even further apart.

I wrap a hand around her throat, squeezing gently, “Such a good girl,” I murmur, my tone affectionate but stern, “Let Desmond taste you.”

She nods, and Des’s eyes find mine, a nod; then he kneels before her, his hands resting on her thighs for support.

His gaze never leaves her, travelling over her body, taking in the sight of her before him.

Standing over him like a queen.

“Let me taste you…” he whispers, his voice barely above a breath, “Please.”

Red’s hand tangles in his hair, tugging him closer.

Desmond places soft kisses on her inner thigh, and I drag my tongue across the pulse point on her neck, feeling the rapid beat of her pulse against my mouth, the saltiness mingling with her natural sweetness – still deadly.

Red gasps when Desmond reaches her mound, her hands grasping both of our heads, locking us into place as she trembles in my arms, “Yes, just like that.” She moans, her voice thick with arousal.

Emboldened, Desmond’s tongue traces delicate patterns along her folds, “Fuck, you taste like honey and spice, Cridhe. Sweet, intoxicating, and irresistible.”

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