Page 119 of Our Little Dove

“Why don’t you join us?” Fintan groans asourgirl rides him. Standing behind them, I trail the flat of the knife down the side of his neck before leaning closer. “That’s the plan,Mo mhuirnín.Neither of you will come until I say so, or I will make sure to make you both bleed,” I whisper against the shell of his ear.

My lips curl into a smirk as I witness the flush creep over his skin along with goosebumps. He whimpers at the loss of the cold blade against his neck as I move to the other side of the couch again, turning my back to the mesmerizing display on the screen.

I position myself behind Alex, towering over her back as I push her down against my darling’s chest. Their sweat slick bodies move against each other as I spit into my hand and start working her tight, puckered hole.

She moans at the feeling of my fingers toying and stretching her, riding Fintan faster. I trace the blade gently along Alex’s back, causing her to slow down and suck in a deep breath. “Slow down, baby. You both belong to me, and I decide when you find your release.”

My voice is low, commanding, leaving no room for argument. She looks at me over her shoulder and I see the flicker of understanding in her gaze as she nods, her breath hitching as she fights back her impending climax.

I bite down on my bottom lip as I sink into her with one smooth thrust, hearing their moans of pleasure fill the room again.

“Oh, fuck!” Alex gasps but doesn’t stop me from taking her completely; our cocks filling her up just how she likes it.

God, how I love hearing their reactions to this twisted game we play together.

I start with long, torturously slow thrusts as I bury my fingers in her tangled hair, pulling on the strands just hard enough to ensure the slightest twinge of pain. Fintan’s eyes meet mine, burning me from the inside before I thrust deep inside Alex and lean closer until my lips meet his.

Our breaths come out heavy as we fuck, my tongue tangling with Fintan’s as I taste the desire on his lips. I feel his restraint, the effort it’s taking for him not to give in to the pleasure.

Pulling away, I turn our little Dove’s head until she is facing me and seal my lips to hers next. “You’re so tight, little Dove,” I murmur against her swollen lips, and she moans in response.

I fuck her deep but slow, my hands on her hips before I stop all movement. Her whimper is adorable. They both gasp as I guide her hips to move faster, harder on Fintan. I can feel her getting closer; her breaths are coming out in short but heavy pants as her muscles strangle my cock.

“Not yet,” I remind them, my voice a whisper among the lustful sounds echoing in the room. She whimpers, unable to form words as her body trembles with the effort of holding back.

I toss the blade to the coffee table behind me and reach around her, my hand finding her clit. With my gaze locked on Fintan’s, I tease her until she’s on the brink. Then I stop.

She cries out, her body bucking as she tries to find her release. But I hold her still, my hands firm on her hips.

“Please,” she begs, her voice hoarse with need.

“Not yet,” I repeat, my voice a purr of satisfaction. Fintan’s body is tense with need as I look at him, but despite my orders, he starts thrusting from below. The restraints digging into his skin only add to his pleasure and the feeling of his piercings gliding against my cock inside Alex has me rushing toward my own orgasm.

I thrust harder, deeper as the need completely overtakes my senses. The membrane that separates us only intensifies it as our perfect little dove spasms around us.

“Now,” I say, no longer able to keep my heavy breaths at bay. The three of us come together, hard. Breathless, we pant and groan as the high of our shared releases bathe us in an intoxicating afterglow.

One month later…

“Are the cameras ready, Darlin’?” I ask Kieran over my shoulder as I bend down to adjust the restraints around Alex’s ankles. “You can make them tighter, baby,” she purrs from behind her brand-new pink balaclava. Her voice is slightly distorted by the voice changer sewn into her mask.

Kieran bought them about a week ago as another means to disguise our identities. We can’t have the depraved public or the assholes behind Hush figure out who we are if we want to take them down.

The plan is in full swing. The only downside? It is a slow play.Veryfucking slow.

Smiling up at her, I pull on the strap and she sucks in a deep breath before training her hungry eyes on me. We made some upgrades to the basement in preparation for Hush’s Live stream function that just got announced.Thanks Joel.

Our little dove has commissioned a custom bondage frame in the shape of a star for our first live stream. I like it. It’s much better than strapping her to a St. Andrew’s Cross, especially with our history.

“Connecting them now. You two ready for this?” Kieran muses from behind his laptop screen before pulling his mask on and starting the countdown when we nod underneath the bright red lights.

I pull my mask from my waistband and put it on just in time for the red dot on the camera to start flashing, signaling that we are officially Live.

Turning to face Alex again, I offer her a wink before I harshly grab her throat and retrieve my knife from its holster. Trailing the flat edge over her bare thigh, Kieran makes his way to us with one of the floggers from the wall.

She sucks in a sharp breath that is filled with excited fear as I dip the blade beneath her underwear and slice through the delicate fabric.

Kieran’s eyes flash with hunger as he twirls the flogger in his hand for long seconds before the cracking sound of the leather tails connects with Alex's pretty little cunt. She yelps at the sting, and my cock strains against my zipper as I watch her squirm.

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