Chapter 4 Cucks (3)

Sage

Laila and I were left by Constantino in his BDSM room, strapped to the walls and with vibrators wedged deep within of us. I balled up my fists around the chains and held them there tightly, feeling a rush of pleasure. It seemed like we had been coming here repeatedly for more than an hour.

I was propelled higher and higher with each vibrator vibration. I turned my head back and peered at the wall-length mirror at the side of the room, sensing that it was probably not just any ordinary mirror but rather a device that allowed Constantino to keep an eye on us as we approached, operate the vibrators, and grant or withhold pleasure at will.

My crotch constricted, and I let out a loud moan. I felt wave after wave of pleasure shoot out from my core, sending tingling through my limbs and numbing my mind. And even though, had I been in charge, I would have removed the vibrator from my clit, the vibrations persisted.

In fact, my vibrations seemed to get faster somehow each time I visited. Perhaps it was just the fact that they had not stopped for the longest damn time that made it feel that way. They had continued coming without stopping or slowing down at all.

"He's watching us," I breathed, glancing over at the puddle of cum underneath Laila. "Isn't he?"

Instead of looking over at the mirror, she stared at me and curled her lips into a soft smile. "Don't look over at him, Sage. Don't give him the satisfaction. You watch me as I come, then come with me," she said, body convulsing for a moment as I listened to her vibrations become louder. "Please, come with me."

Chained to the wall on the opposite side of the room, I stared at Laila, who struggled against the restraints, and for the first time, I really had the chance to admire her body. Dark brown hair cascaded past her shoulders. Huge brown eyes watched me as I watched her. Her breasts were bigger compared to her smaller frame, bouncing slightly every time a vibration shot through each of us.

"You're so fucking sexy," I whispered, pussy tightening on the vibrator for the umpteenth time in the past couple hours.

All I wanted was to release another orgasm, let it shoot through my body and destroy me even further, but Laila wanted me to come with her. So, I waited.

Laila intently watched my body, her eyes lingering on my swollen clit and sopping pussy.

The more she eyed me, the closer I got to orgasm.

I squeezed my eyes shut, praying that I wouldn't come too soon, hoping that I could hold out for just a bit longer. My legs shook a little as I clenched the chains in my fists once more. "Please, Laila, I don't know how much longer I can hold out. I'm about to come again."

"Not yet," she whispered, legs trembling. "Hold off. I'm so close, baby."

Just before Laila could give me permission to come, the door opened. Completely dressed again in his suit, Constantino stepped into the room. Instead of paying any attention to his wife, he walked over to me and pulled the vibrator out of my pussy before I had the chance to come again.

He stepped to the side of me, so Laila could see everything that he was doing to me, then placed his fingers against my aching clit. My legs jerked into the air, my pussy clenching on nothingness and feeling so empty.

"Your clit is swollen, Sage," he murmured into my ear, gently moving his fingers around my clit. He pressed his hardness against the side of my thigh and growled into my ear lowly. "We're going to try this again. Until I tell you that you can, you will not come. With his free hand, he captured my nipple between two fingers. "Understand?"

"Yes," I breathed, legs shaking.

"I know my wife is sexy, but I'm the boss both inside and outside this bedroom." He gently sucked on the skin underneath my ear, his scruff tickling my neck. "You come when I tell you to from now on. Not her."

Desperately trying to hold back my orgasm, I nodded. "Okay."

He murmured, "Watch my wife," and made me sigh softly as he pulled on my nipple. Laila was watching her husband skillfully touch my folds. "She's going to come for me on command, then you'll learn to do the same thing."

I swallowed hard and stared at his profile, unable to believe that I was really here with a Mafia boss and his wife. Out of all the women in the world that they could've had, they chose me; they wanted me.

He turned back to me, lip curling into a smirk. His eyes were as dark as I imagined they'd be when he was holding a gun to someone's head, threatening to pull the trigger, and killing them dead.

"Doll," Constantino called, his dark gaze still focused on me, "come."

On command, Laila threw her head back and screamed louder than I ever heard her. Body convulsing, she tugged on the chains and cried out in pleasure, drawing her legs together as much as she could.

Pleasure coursed through my body at the mere sight of her. My pussy tightened, and I squeezed my eyes closed, forcing myself to take steady breaths so I wouldn't explode all over Constantino's fingers.

"Please," I whispered to him. "Can I come?"

There was a moment of complete silence.

"Open your eyes and look at me."

I opened my eyes and stared into that cold and callous gaze. "Please."

"No."

Pressure rose even higher in my core. I dug my fingernails into my palm and whimpered. He stepped back from me and walked over to Laila, taking out her vibrator, undoing his belt, then pulling out his cock. Once he undid the chains around her ankles, he lifted her legs into the air and positioned himself against her entrance.

When he slipped himself inside her, I whimpered again. I didn't even have a vibrator inside me anymore, but just watching him fuck her was pushing me closer and closer to the edge, and I didn't know how much longer I would be able to last.

"Oh God," Laila moaned.

He pounded into her tight hole, his cock becoming wetter and wetter with every thrust.

"Cover my dick in your cum, doll," he commanded Laila, tucking some hair behind her ear. "So I can push it into our little toy, who's convulsing over there, and make her feel good." He grasped her jaw and forced her to look at me. "Look at her struggling, on the brink of coming."

He stuck three fingers into her mouth, the same fingers that were playing with me. She sucked on his fingers, her saliva dripping down her chin.

"Please," she begged him. "God, please, let me come. She tastes so good."

After he stuck his fingers deeper into her mouth, he whispered something into her ear that I couldn't hear. Then, she threw her head back and came while staring at me, spit rolling off her parted lips.

Once her body slowly relaxed, Constantino pulled out of her and walked over to me. He took off the chains around my ankles and grasped my hips, pulling me toward him and positioning himself at my entrance.

"Beg for my cock, covered in my wife's cum."

I stared down at Laila's thick juices covering his throbbing cock, his head centimeters from my entrance. My core tightened even more, and I whimpered again, desperate to come on him too.

"Please, give it to me, Constantino. Please, I need it."

He grasped my hips and shoved himself into me hard one time. "Come."

I parted my lips, wanting to scream out loud, but the pleasure was almost too much to bear. My legs trembled uncontrollably as I came all over his cock in the first thrust. Wave after wave of ecstasy rushed through me.

Constantino pulled out of me, unhooked his wife from her chains, and forced her to drop to her knees. "If Sage tastes so good, suck her off me," he commanded.

She wrapped her mouth around his dick and sucked me off him, cheeks drawn in tightly. He wrapped his hand through her hair and shoved himself as deeply as he could get. He threw his head back and grunted deeply, hips convulsing. When he finally came, he pulled out of her and undid my restraints.

"Have you girls learned your lessons?" he asked.

My lips curled into a soft smile, and I glanced over at Laila, who had the same smirk on her face.