Page 69 of Crushing Clover

I was still grumbling to myself as I reached the living room, so messed up that I didn’t wonder what the weird sound was. I turned the corner and found Lucky naked and strapped to one of the kitchen barstools. My muddled brain decided that a robbery was in progress but then I realized Rush was talking to him. He was at the kitchen counter chopping something to bits with his almost fanatical precision.

“I’m sorry, sir,” Lucky whispered, sounding exhausted. He strained against the ropes holding him in place, and his breathing grew hectic and desperate. “I apologize. Please—this is unnecessary.”

“I decide what’s necessary, you little shit. You’ll take what you’re given and thank me for being merciful.”

Whatever was happening to Lucky didn’t sound merciful. He whined and choked, sounding pitiful.

Should I announce myself? I felt like I was interrupting, but Saint told me to come out here, so what was I supposed to do? I sure as hell wasn’t going to go back into Saint’s room to wait—the fucking narcissist would assume I was throwing myself at him.

I hesitated in the doorway, watching as the cords in Lucky’s neck stood out. He arched his back and panted, squirming against the seat which had been covered with a towel.

“Please, sir, not this. You know I hate it. I’ll do whatever you want and—” His words were interrupted by a pitiful sound that came from deep in his throat, full of need and humiliation.

“You had your chance.” Rush scraped chopped ingredients from the cutting board into a bowl. “I’ve been far too lenient with you since she got here. We need a reset now, before your attitude gets any worse.”

If he’d expected a response from Lucky, he would have been disappointed. Lucky was tensed up, his breathing a series of gasping whines.

I stepped forward, worried, and caught sight of the flared base of a toy visible between his spread legs. Despite his struggles, the chair didn’t budge. The buzzing sound slowed then stopped, and his body sagged. His cock was hard and twitching, and he was sheened with sweat. Rush must have started this right after I had gone to shower with Saint.

“There you are, Clover. Come here.” Rush snapped his fingers and went over to Lucky. Reluctantly, I followed. “Now, you’re going to be a good girl and keep Lucky on the edge. Do you know how to do that?”

Not wanting to be involved, I shook my head and tried to back away, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer.

“Either you do it, or you get punished right alongside him.”

I raised my gaze to Rush, who returned my frown.

“Are you going to be a good girl or a bad girl?”

Poor Lucky looked so miserable. I couldn’t do it.

“Do what he says, beautiful. There’s no point in both of us getting punished,” Lucky managed to gasp out as the buzzingstarted again. His focus was on my mouth, and I could tell exactly what he was thinking.

“I want you to run your hand over his cock and balls—give him the occasional stroke. Keep him hard, but don’t let him come.”

“Oh,” I said reluctantly. I wasn’t sure which of us this was going to be worse for. I was still confused and weirdly turned on from my interaction with Saint in the shower, and now this? I glanced down at Lucky’s cock and realized he already had cum on his stomach.

There was no point in torturing the guy if he’d already gotten off, right? I’d much rather go start the laundry and try to calm down.

“But he already came,” I pointed out.

“Oh, I’m well aware,” Rush said, dragging his finger through the glistening puddle on Lucky’s stomach. He pushed the finger into Lucky’s mouth and their gazes clashed as he sucked his dominant’s finger clean.

“He’s been too distracted by his dick lately, so he’s going to come so many times he calms the fuck down,” Rush explained with an evil chuckle. “Natural consequences.”

“I hate you, you evil bastard.”

“And yet you never leave me, do you, horny boy?” He slapped Lucky’s cock hard enough to make him yelp.

He struggled against the ropes again, but not to fight Rush, merely in gasping reaction to the plug in his ass as it started vibrating again, the low hum audible.

“You really don’t need to involve her in this,” Lucky begged.

“She’s a big part of this, though, isn’t she? I can’t send her away now,” Rush said reasonably. “You look so tasty when you’re embarrassed and horny as hell.”

Lucky frowned at him, but it turned quickly to a look of pure suffering.

Rush drew me closer, and wrapped one of my hands around Lucky’s cock, and moved the other to cup his balls. “Tease him, but make sure he doesn’t cum. Get creative. Be a good girl and make him whimper for me.”

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