Page 105 of Our Little Dove

I can feel the tension in the room as Fintan stands between my legs. Kieran’s new-found dominance is palpable as he stalks to my right. My breath hitches as he runs a finger along my thigh, sending shivers through me.

“Are you ready for this, Dove?” he asks, his gaze locked with mine. I swallow hard but manage to nod in response.

Kieran’s attention turns back to Fintan, his hand trailing down his chest possessively. “And you? Ready to be my toy?”

Fintan meets Kieran’s intense gaze with determination. “Yes, sir,” he says hungrily, and my heart pounds with anticipation and curiosity.

The edging and teasing is too much.

Kieran’s eyes showcase the wide grin hidden beneath the gas mask as he steps back, surveying us both with a predatory gleam. “Good. Now let’s see how well you both obey my every command.”

“Get on the table. On top of her,” he orders and Fintan follows his direction without hesitation. I squirm at his proximity but find myself wondering what Kieran has that I don’t. A few harsh commands and a small nick from the knife has Fintan purring for him like a kitten.

“I thought you didn’t submit,” I drawl sarcastically as Fintan straddles me atop the cold metal table. Kieran chuckles and Fintan’s cheeks flush at my words but he looks dangerous at this angle as he looms over me with his brows drawn.

“Guess it takes the right master, little Dove,” he responds and the look he gives me feels like he is fucking me already.

Hmmm, yes please! This torture needs to fucking end before I lose the last bit of my sanity.

Kieran ties our cuffs together above my head, ensuring that neither of us move from this somewhat awkward position. Unable to take it anymore, I lift my head and meet Fintan’s lips in a frenzied kiss; he reciprocates in kind, our tongues swirling together in an intoxicating rhythm.

Kieran’s approving groan echoes in the basement, followed by the distinct sound of him taking his clothes off. Lost in the searing kiss, Fintan moans into my mouth and a moment later I let out a squeak of pleasure, feeling Kieran move Fintan’s cock back and forth over my soaking pussy.

“My toys are so hard and wet for me,” he breathes before I feel Fintan’s pierced cock slide inside me. “Ah, fuck,” I moan as he slides in, all the way to the base.

“Don’t. Move,” he growls and Fintan’s breaths come out rigid and annoyed as he pulls his mouth from mine. Fintan is burieddeep inside my wet, needy pussy and Kieran expects us to just stay like this and not move.

God, this is cruel. How the fuck are we supposed to do that? For how long?

I mewl, my impatience and need nearly consuming me as my inner walls clench around Fintan and he lets out a strangled moan but he does not move an inch.

Kieran walks in a slow circle around us as if memorizing the look of us like this, unable to satiate the hunger rapidly growing inside us while he twirls his counterpart’s knife between his skilled fingers.

“Sir, please! Please let him fuck me. This is too much,” I cry out when Fintan’s cock twitches inside me as he tries to keep himself still.

Kieran tsks and shakes his head as he rounds the table again, only this time, he picks up the remaining length of the rope he used to tie our cuffed wrists together and moves to our feet.

He lifts my ankles from the edge of the table and wraps them over Fintan’s lower back, securing them with the rope before using the rest to loop underneath and tying Fintan’s ankles to the legs of the table.

Here we are, on display for our new master, bound together in more ways than one, ready to take whatever he gives us. Fintan is flushed and breathing heavily with a slight look of panic plastered across his handsome face.

Shit, he hates restraints. I remember him fighting against them the entire time I had him strapped to this very table.

My heart hammers and aches as I take in his expression. “Focus on me,” I say softly, and he closes his eyes in response. “Breathe, Fintan,” I urge, realizing that he has been silent for a while but as he opens his eyes again, I see what I can only describe as devilish determination and burning defiance.

Fintan steals my breath as he defies Kieran’s order and pulls himself out of me only to thrust back. Hard. “You have tested me too far, Kieran. I’m done being your fucking puppet, now untie me!” he growls loudly as he thrusts.

I moan in response, unable to control the sounds, especially since I feel like I have been edged for hours. “Oh baby,” Kieran tsks again, “You want to be my puppet? What a great idea.”

I watch over Fintan’s shoulder as Kieran lifts the mask briefly and spits into his hand, coating his fingers until they glisten in the low light.

A moment later, Fintan hisses through clenched teeth but the pained sound quickly turns to a pleasured groan that has him cursing under his breath.

“Relax darling, I’m just getting started,” he purrs as he leans over Fintan’s back and flashes me a menacing wink through the glassy holes of the mask.

With two fingers knuckle deep inside Fintan’s ass, I reach down with my free hand and trail two fingers through the wetness dripping from Alex’s sweet cunt and slip them into her hole as well.

She bucks her hips at the fullness she must be feeling and the reaction has Fintan whimpering like a perfect fuck toy for me. “I don’t think either of you will be able to fit my entire hand like actual puppets but what do you say? Want me to stretch youboth with one more finger or do you prefer being my submissive cock sleeves instead?”

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