Page 72 of Various Intentions
“Oh, thank God.Please.”
Our poor baby was so gone. He needed his dick back and he needed it now. And although my sadistic heart could have made him wait another day, or an entire week, his performance and the care with which he’d assisted Charles the past few weeks encouraged mercy.
Plus, I was so ready to get that cock of Vincent’s inside me, especially knowing that he was full of Matteo’s seed.
My velvet jacket was long gone. I stripped off my pants and unbuttoned the white shirt, then crawled onto the bed and put the tiny key into the lock on Vincent’s cage. He sighed with relief as I slipped the device off and gave his cock the freedom to fill with blood. I handed the key and the cage to Matteo and bent to kiss and lick Vincent’s poor, abused penis, until it stood at randy attention before me, and Vincent was barely able to keep quiet. One of his hands snaked down to touch himself but I clicked my tongue.
“Oh no you don’t. This is mine now. Hands off. Matteo, cuff his wrists and attach them to the D-ring in the wall.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Vincent groaned in frustration but didn’t resist as Matteo did what I’d asked.
“Now you’re all mine, Vincent. I’m going to ride this cock until you can’t control yourself. But if you come before I say you can, I’m going to get off before you finish, and you’ll be spurting into the air like a broken water pipe.” I turned to Matteo. “Get the rubber bit-gag. I want him quiet and at my mercy.”
“Of course.”
Matteo found the gag and brought it to me. Vincent watched him with adoring eyes and opened his mouth obediently so Matteo could place the thick cylindrical rubber bit between his teeth.
“That’s it,” I crooned, hovering over him. “Who’s my good pony?”
Vincent closed his eyes and blushed bright red, moaning and squirming as if the very idea of it were enough to drive him mad.
“Oh, he liked that,” Matteo said.
“Are you my good pony, Vincent? Would you like me to put a tail in your ass and trot you around the ring? I could bridle you and give you blinders and lead you into the street for the whole world to see.”
Vincent’s eyes flashed open, and he grunted, shaking his head back and forth.
Matteo and I laughed.
“Well, maybe in our own private paddock, then, out in the sun on a warm summer day? You could be a good pony for me then I could bring you home and take off all your tack and reward you, like I’m about to reward you right now.”
Vincent gave a groan so pleading and desperate that I actually felt sorry for him. I took the lube from Matteo and gave Vincent’s cock a good coating before positioning myself over the top of him and guiding it into my body.
I cursed as I sank down on Vincent’s hot hardness, trying not to focus on the expression on Vincent’s blissed-out face as he struggled to control himself. I took him all the way and then sat there, motionless, so I could acclimate to his invasion.
“Oh fuck, darling, you fill me up so perfectly.”
Vincent, who was prevented from speaking by the bit in his mouth, flashed his blue eyes, the pupils so dark and dense that they appeared bottomless.
“Give me a nod when you’re ready for me to move.”
He stared at me with hooded eyes as he tried to slow his breathing and keep from coming too soon. After a minute, he inclined his chin and gave me the sign that he could take more. I slid my body over his, maintaining our connection as my mouth found a nipple, which I tongued aggressively, feeling his cock swell and shudder inside me.
“Argh!” Vincent moaned, his knees coming up behind me, shifting us and causing his cock to move inside me as he braced his feet on the bed.
I groaned and attacked the other nipple, licking and nipping the sensitive bud while Matteo watched from the sidelines.
“When I sit up, Matteo, you’re going to come sit beside him, and take both of these nipples in your fingers, using a light pressure until I tell you to go hard. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Vincent regarded Matteo with trepidation, knowing that this would challenge his control in a most excruciating way.
“Ready, baby?” I whispered. “Here we go. I won’t make you wait long, but don’t you dare go off before I say.”
I sat up, bracing my palms on Vincent’s thighs behind me, gripping him for balance, as Matteo moved in and took Vincent’s nipples between his fingers.
