Page 132 of Cold-Blooded Creatures
He swore and slammed into her a few more times, stiffening as he came with uncontrolled grunts, his hair as unraveled as he, utterly lost in the moment—so beautiful I longed to memorize his expression.
Smothering the itch, I joined Gedeon in untying her, and we collapsed in one sweaty pile of bodies, our limbs tangled, glued together. A sculpture of my dream.
He propped himself up on an elbow. “Now say thank you for your punishment and for Zion allowing you to swallow his cum.”
She glared at him. “I’m not thanking you for this.”
“You know you asked for it.” I massaged the imprints the ropes had left around her breasts. Chains had certain limitations. And cotton ropes would always leave such detailed patterns on a body—a temporary engraving of the story of what I’d put them through.
“Last warning.” Gedeon pinched her chin. “Thank us or I will tan your ass so raw that when we fuck it, you will scream from pain and not pleasure.”
“Fine,” she huffed. “Thank you for punishing me and for letting me swallow your cum. Happy?”
“That’s my good girl.” Kissing her forehead, he got off the bed. “Stay here,” he ordered, then stepped out the bedroom door.
Quickly undressing, I drawled, “Pretty birdie,” and pressed my front to her back, both of us on our sides. I buried myself in her slick pussy, utterly drenched from hers and his cum. I was not sated, not by far.
“Don’t be gentle,” she demanded, despite my hips grazing her abused backside.
“Never.” My hand glided under her waist, and I splayed it over her belly to keep her in place as my thrusts turned punishing. As I caressed her clit, she grasped my wrist, making those perfect little cries.
Gedeon closed the bathroom door. “What did I say?”
“It’s his fault,” she accused, and yelped when I pinched her.
So sneaky. If only I could lock her up in a forever cage of my steel, so she would always be mine to please.
“You said we had to stay.” I could play his game. Find the loopholes. Earn my own punishment. “Not that we couldn’t fuck.”
He joined us on the bed and brought her knee up to her chest. “You will come around his cock while looking at me. Both of you will finish when I allow you to. If you misbehave, you know what awaits you.”
“We should do just that,” I murmured, and she clenched around me.
Gedeon lined up two fingers, and with my next thrust, pushed them inside her. Everything suddenly becameso much tighter.
“I need to…” she trailed off, contracting around me, and the last drops of my logic went to keeping myself from shattering.
“Not yet,” he warned.
I threw my head back, hoarsely pleading, “Gedeon.” I was about to actually debate murdering him.
His digits slightly curled as he leisurely said, “As you plead so nicely, you can come.”
On command, Kali convulsed without a sound escaping her. Her pussy pulsed and gushed, and I crashed after her, spilling inside, groaning into her neck as the overwhelming sensations consumed me.
I held her close to me, my palm pressed to the valley of her breasts so I could count the beats of her racing heart, and my pulse calmed down in tandem with hers.
Wiggling off, Kali twisted to face me. “You have to tell me all the ways to piss Gedeon off.”
“I have so many.” I tickled her waist, grinning at her squirming. “Now that we have you, we can invent so many more.”
She stuck her tongue out at Gedeon. “I told you I’m a bad woman to keep.”
“It only means I get to punish you again.” He picked up the tub he’d brought from the bathroom and unscrewed the lid. “On your stomach.”
She rolled over as told, exhaustion eating up any hints of possible protest at Gedeon’s command. I plucked my t-shirt off the floor to clean her up. As much as I’d enjoy having her covered in both my cum and blood, this had been enough for her.
Gedeon spread the thick liquid on her flushed backside, and she shuddered. “What is that?”
