Burning Desires [A compilation of Erotic one shots]

Catherine

All I wanted was a night alone, just the two of us, to escape the stress and obligations of parenthood. That is exactly what we need.

More precisely, I really need a playdate tonight.

I can not help but clench my jaw at the sensual music that permeates the hallway leading to Jay's office. I can not stop myself, so I take my time walking and take a quick look behind the curtain to see the group activity room. I clamp down on my bottom lip as I take in the scene, allowing the desire that warms my belly to grow.

A couple of women in front of me are slowly being undressed from behind by their partners as they are deeply in love.

Her breasts protrude as one man slides the dress down his girlfriend's arms. Her lover takes possession of her mouth, but her friend goes straight for her uneven pink nipples. They have a ballet-like choreography to their movements.

The display makes me feel good, and that is all I need to be reminded of it. Feeling desperate, I drop the cloth and make my way to Jay's office.

I open the door and fall backwards instantly. I blink several times until I get steady again, thinking that my eyes must be playing tricks on me. Frank, holding a shaker, is standing next to the bar staring at every part of me with captivating eyes.

"Uh-" My thoughts become empty. I really have no idea how to put ideas into words, much less articulate them. His sleeves are rolled up to reveal the tattoos that run the length of his arms, and his shirt is unbuttoned at the collar. He grips the shaker tightly and shakes the liquid inside back and forth, his green eyes still fixed on me.

The only thing that wakes me from my daze is Jay's voice. "Hello, wife. Did you find the show entertaining?

I then quickly look at him. His legs are wide, his white shirt is unbuttoned, he smirks, and he is staring at me immobile while sitting on the couch.

"What is happening?" I stutter, lingering in the entranceway.

While chatting with Frank, Jay raises a hand and makes a finger gesture for me. "My wife should have a drink first, then come on over."

Taking a sharp breath, I turn to face Frank. He seems to be assessing my potential as he continues to stare at me and study me.

Interesting. because my plans for what the fuck I will do are still somewhat hazy. I am not aware of what is happening. Has my husband gone insane?

I saunter over to face Jay with caution and halt a few feet ahead of him. Give me a kiss, kitten. And say thank you for your present."

"What present?" I lean in to kiss him, rasping.

When I am close enough, he pulls me up onto his lap and plants a painful kiss on my lips. Every bit of my lips he takes is possessive, and his grip is ravenous.

He licks his lips and puts his mouth to my ear with a razor-sharp, intoxicating gaze. "This is Frank, your gift, sweetie. Tonight, both of us are going to fuck you.

Oh.

The thought of these two men having their hands on me makes my thighs tense and my heart pound.

Jay smiles as Frank comes over to sit next to us with my drink. "Just the way you like it, he made it extra dirty."

Grabbing my wrist, Frank shoves the drink into my palm. Too softly, he asks, "You okay?"

My heart rate ticks up and my body heats at his proximity.

Jay squeezes my hips and forces me to my feet, causing my drink to slosh over the rim of the glass. "She's fucking perfect. Cat got your tongue, Kitten?" he asks, a teasing lilt to his voice. His eyes are almost silver as they roam over my features. "Soon it will be Frank that has your tongue. What do you think about that, baby? Can you handle us both?"

Need tugs at my core and desire pools in my panties.

Is he fucking serious right now?

"Take off her dress," Jay says. His attention is on me, but the command is for the man at my side.

Frank's nose finds my neck, and his breath tickles as he inhales. Goose bumps pebble my flesh, but my eyes remain on Jay, transfixed.

He's not angry. There isn't even the normal look of possession in his eyes. Instead, I find want, desire, and pleasure in the set of his jaw and the way his irises flicker as he watches my brother's best friend undress me.

Frank's fingers are gentle as they slip the neckline of my dress over my shoulder, much like the scene I witnessed only moments ago in the playroom.

As the fabric slides down my body and pools at my feet, Jay holds out a hand. I take it, and he steadies me so I can step out of my dress. When I've kicked the garment aside, I stand before him in a black bra and panty set. Both pieces are comprised of straps that crisscross my body. When I dressed for the evening, I imagined him pulling on each one while he fucked me.

"The fuck is this outfit, Kitten?" Jay growls, his eyes eating me up.

I clear my throat, finally gaining some semblance of control. "I had plans of my own tonight."

Frank chuckles as he kisses my neck. "Don't let us get in the way."

I shake my head fast. None of my plans hold a candle to the scene before me. I want this. Them.

"I think she likes my plan better," Jay pronounces with a knowing smirk.

I gulp down a niggle of discomfort.

Is this a test? Should I tell him I only want him? That he's enough?

If my husband is only doing this to please me, because he thinks I need it, then I will gladly step away.

My nerves must be written on my face, because Jay taps on my thigh, pulling my attention to him.

"I want this. I want you to have this. Nothing changes. I promise."

"Swear it?" I mumble. Because fuck, I want it. Maybe it's wrong, maybe I should only want my husband, but if he's offering me a night to escape with him, to play with him, I'll take it.

I'd do anything with him. And tonight, he's proving that he feels the same. The depth in which he understands me is what makes him the other half of my soul.

Jay nods and presses his face to my stomach, his nose skirting the line of my panties as he inhales. "I can smell how ready you are, baby. You want us both. Be honest."

Finally, with my lip caught between my teeth, I nod. I turn to Frank, whose hands have been lazily roaming up and down my arms. "Are you okay with this?" I don't want this to change our friendship.

He smiles that easy smile, and my body melts beneath his touch. "One last time," he says, his green eyes teasing as he slips a hand beneath my bra and tweaks my nipple.

Moaning, I arch into his touch.

Jay's laughter hits between my legs. "Already so needy for us."

The heat of his breath so near my core, mixed with the sting of Frank's fingers pinching my nipple, has my mind spinning. I'm going to pass out.

Frank pulls my face to his and devours my mouth.

My husband's low growl is all I hear as he tears my panties down. Then his tongue is sliding between my other lips.

Despite the moan that works its way from me and into Frank's mouth, my determination falters. Should I push him away or hold him closer? In the end, my tongue makes the decision and tangles with his, tasting him, spurring him on.

And as my hand finds Jay's head and I pull him closer, his laughter reverberates against my clit.

"You like his tongue inside you, wife?"

I pull back, breathless, and study Jay. He's running lazy circles around my clit, but he's watching me, studying me, looking at me like what he's doing right now is his favorite thing in the world.

"Yes," I pant.

"Naked. Now," he growls.

His words light an inferno in my core, and the flames lick higher when Frank pops the clasp of my bra and flings it across the room.

"Come here, Kitten." Jay angles himself so his back hits the armrest of the couch, then he pats the cushion beside him.

I don't hesitate, obeying my husband's every command.

"Lean back, baby," Jay murmurs, pulling me down until my head is on his lap. "Let him taste you. He's going to get you nice and wet for the both of us."

Swallowing hard, I look up at Frank. His eyes rake over me as he slowly unbuttons his shirt.

I groan when Frank's tattoo-covered muscles come into view. He's like a work of art.

"Show off," Jay grumbles.

Oh, husband. He's going to lose his fucking mind when he sees what lies beneath Frank's boxers. And I know that because we used to fuck, once upon a time.

The cocky Irish bastard doesn't smirk, he smolders. And the look he gives me as he settles between my legs makes me squirm. He's so fucking hot.

This is so fucking wrong.

And I'm going to enjoy every minute of it.

Jay forces my chin up and covers my mouth with his as Frank licks up my center.

"Holy fuck, Jay," I hiss against his lips. "Frank is licking me."

He chuckles darkly, his chest vibrating. "I see that, wife. Are you enjoying it?"

Oh God. Is he insane right now?

"Ye-yes," I stutter the words.

"You're going too easy on her. She can still speak," Jay deadpans, playing with my nipples as Frank eats me out.

"I've eaten your wife's pussy plenty of times," he grunts. "I know what she likes."

A laugh bursts from me, unbidden, and Jay growls, but his erection digs into my back more persistently.

"Just because of that, I'm going to stuff my cock down your throat," he says, dropping me against the cushion. He kneels on the couch, straddling my head, and fumbles with his fly.

When he finally frees himself, he places his stiff cock against my lips. "Open."

I smile, and for a moment, his eyes go soft. With a shake of his head, he looks away. "Fuck, I love you."

And that's when I know we'll be okay. The stress of the last few months, work, being a mom, becoming an us...through it all, it's still just him and me. Facing life together. Even now, we're doing this together.

"Love you too, husband," I murmur, "Now fuck my mouth while Frank does your job."

He chuckles and slides his cock between my lips slowly, watching me as he speaks to Frank. "I'll even let you have her mouth. But make her come first. I want to watch my wife come while your tongue is on her pussy and my cock is down her throat."

I have no control, and I relish every second of it.

Frank takes my legs over his shoulder, and then, with two fingers, he fucks me roughly while his tongue does wicked things to my clit and my husband holds my throat, keeping me in place while he thrusts into my mouth.

Our grunts and moans mingle, and all too soon, my first orgasm peaks. When my back arches off the couch, Jay pulls out of me and takes his cock in a vise grip, his eyes locked with mine. He's wearing a look of pure adoration that contradicts the obscene act we're taking part in. He pushes my hair out of my face as the wave hits, sending my body into convulsions.

"The most beautiful woman in the world," he murmurs. As my orgasm wanes, his mouth is on mine again, and he licks across the seam of my lips, seeking entrance.

In a daze, it takes me a moment to realize Frank has moved from the couch. Beside us, the sounds of Frank's zipper and the soft plop of his pants hitting the floor are barely audible over my heaving breaths.

Turning to the commotion, I open my eyes in time to watch him slide his boxers down his thighs, exposing his thick erection. I lick my lips as I stare at what can only be described as a beautiful penis.

Above me, Jay drops his head back and groans. "A fucking piercing. You've got to be kidding me."

I fold my lips in to contain my laughter, but when Frank chuckles, the giggles burst free, racking my body.

Jay presses his cheek to mine, and he tickles me and grumbles, "Wench."

"I still love your cock, baby."

He rolls his eyes. "Oh, now you're giving me a pity compliment. Fuck that." He holds his cock close to my face. "This thing is magnificent. Never heard you complain before."

I laugh and lick my lips, then drop a kiss to the head. "And you never will," I say, focused only on him, hoping he senses my sincerity. "Best husband ever."

"Fucking right I am. Now go suck Frank's cock so I can show you who fucks you better, wife."

I accept his help up, and then I follow Frank to the bed in the corner of Jay's office.

Frank settles against the headboard, his naked body a work of art I don't shy away from. Without hesitation, I crawl up the mattress and between his thighs, knowing my husband is right behind me.

"Ass up, baby," Jay directs.

I crane my neck and roll my eyes. "So bossy."

He lands a swift smack to my ass in reprimand, and I pulse in anticipation of the next one, knowing he's going to punish me for what I do next. With my hands planted on Frank's thighs, I tilt forward and tip my chin, motioning him to meet me halfway. When he complies, gifting me with a searing kiss, I savor the taste of myself and let out a long, loud moan. Another slap hits my opposite cheek, then another and another, disciplining me for kissing someone else.

When I finally pull away, Frank wipes his lips and chuckles. Then he puts his arms behind his head, awaiting my next move. "Your husband might lose his mind if you don't kiss him."

I wink at him and bring myself up on my knees, my back to Jay's front, and kiss him. He moans into my mouth as I bite down on his bottom lip and hold it between my teeth.

"Fuck," Jay mutters when I let go and drop down to face Frank again. With one hand, I circle him. The cool metal of his piercings is a contrast to his smooth, hot skin. Tentatively, I lick up his shaft, pulling a hiss from him. I look back at Jay once more, waiting for possessiveness to mar his face and take over. Waiting for him to stop me. But he watches me like I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Like he's enjoying this.

I swallow Frank's cock, sucking him deep and relishing the way they groan in unison. Frank's is full of pleasure, Jay's guttural. Almost like he can't bear to watch it, but he can't bear to stop me. His tongue prods my entrance, then presses inside me, and I moan around Frank's cock.

Our bodies move together. My hips buck as my husband fucks me with his tongue, and Frank's hips rise to thrust into my mouth. It's animalistic and wicked, and I love every second of it. The need inside me threatens to snap as Jay's thick head swipes between my lips and he digs his fingers into the flesh of my hips to hold me in place.

"I want to fuck you while you do that," he says, as if I'll say no.

I preen for him, pressing my ass into him, begging for it. Needing it more with every swallow.

I groan as he presses inside me, and Frank swells inside my mouth at the sound.

The bedding around us should be ablaze. This illicit encounter makes my body burn. "Fuck, baby. You're so tight. I'm beginning to wonder if you can handle what we have planned."

Jay's grunts are matched by Frank's laughter. "She can take it."

With another smack to my ass, Jay growls, "Straddle him, wife."

I still my mouth and my rocking hips at his words, suddenly understanding with clarity what my husband meant when he said they were both going to fuck me.

Searching his gaze, I give a quick shake of my head. "No."

He grasps the back of my neck and pulls me back until his lips are on mine and he's kissing me languidly. Using his tongue, he eases me into the idea that he's somehow turned into a reality.

"Jay, I've never..."

He kisses the words from my mouth. "You've only ever been with me in that way. I know that. And that remains, Kitten. We're doing this together. I promised you everything."

I chuckle against his lips. "Most husbands buy their wives flowers when they have a bad day. You got me a pierced penis."

Frank barks out a laugh. "Don't mind me. The pierced penis over here is just relaxing."

"Don't get too relaxed," I purr as Jay finds my nipple and squeezes.

"There's my girl." He kisses me once more, then pushes me toward Frank. Pressing against my back, my husband leans forward and snags a condom from the bedside table, then tosses it onto the bare chest in front of me. And almost as if they've planned this, the guys switch positions.

When Jay is settled against the headboard, he crooks a finger, motioning for me to climb on top of him. "C'mere, wife."

I crawl up his body and settle over his hips. His thick erection presses against my clit as he positions me where he wants me.

"Have you ever?" I ask Jay as a hint of insecurity runs through me.

He shakes his head and leans up to kiss me. "Another first, Kitten."

I turn to Frank. "How 'bout you?"

He shakes his head, his emerald eyes dancing.

"Phew." I let out an exaggerated breath. "Guess I can't really fuck it up, then, huh?"

Frank barks out a laugh, and one side of Jay's mouth kicks up in a half smirk.

"You're about to take both our cocks in that perfect pussy, wife. Pretty sure you can't screw it up."

Right. I nod, doing my best to psych myself up for this. Here's to burning.

"Lift her up," Jay says.

Suddenly, Frank's hands are on my hips, and he's lifting me onto my husband's cock, and then, as Jay grips my thighs, Frank pushes me down. Pressed between the two, their heat surrounding me, I'm overcome by a hunger that's all consuming. And when Frank pinches my nipple and my husband arches up and sucks it into his mouth, I almost lose it.

"Come here, baby," Jay says, pulling me against his chest as Frank massages the globes of my ass.

"Oh my," I mutter.

Jay's lips meet mine again, and at the same moment I hear the pop of the cap and the distinct sound of lubricant being poured. Frank slides a finger to the spot where my husband is currently fucking me. The added sensation of the cool liquid on Jay's finger made me fist around him. Then he makes a circle with his swipe, stretching me and making Jay and I both groan. Jay pokes his tongue into my mouth, playing with my taste buds. However, it does not deter me from the nearly excruciating feeling that occurs when Frank's thick cock takes the place of his finger. Jay and I both become tense, groaning at the same time as he gradually penetrates me.

"Oh fuck," I sob.

With Jay biting down on my shoulder and Frank circling softly against my back, I am pushed toward taking them both.

The burn is so bad that I hold my breath, bracing myself for pain.

Whispering, Jay says, "Breathe, Kitten." When he plants his palm on my cheek and pricks me with those blue eyes, I am instantly transported back to the present.

When Frank's cock is comfortably nestled inside me and his hips finally make contact with my ass, I take another deep breath.

Jay snarls, "Fuck." "I can feel his piercing."

A burst of laughter explodes from me at the unexpected comment.

Frank silences me by digging his fingers into my hips. "Princess, you're squeezing our cocks so fucking tight. Fuck us before we both come."

My body shudders with his every thrust. And when Jay bucks up into me, meeting him thrust for thrust, my eyes roll back and I convulse around them both. My orgasm rolls through me for what feels like hours. The feel of them both, their hands roaming my body-Frank's on my breasts, then on my ass, and Jay's on my thighs and hips-reignites the inferno inside me and sends sparks flying in all directions.

Orgasms swell inside of me, and my husband fills me while Frank fills the condom-I am not sure where one orgasm ends and another begins-while we both curse as they leave. Frank retreats, and since I do not have his body to support me, I collapse against Jay's chest.

He kisses my forehead and throws his arms around me tightly.

Sage

One million dollars annually.

That is how much the Mafia boss and his spouse wanted to use me as their plaything. Their desire was for me to reside in their house, sleep in their bed, and instantly bend over them like a child. Their desire was for me to reside in their house, sleep in their bed, and instantly bend over them like a child.

But no strings attached never worked out.

I cautiously made my way through the Buratti family club toward the back offices, where a towering security guard wearing a black suit and black sunglasses stood, amid flashing lights and grinding bodies. I held the contract in my hand and looked up at him, my heart racing a million miles per hour.

"I'd like to see Constantino, please," I whispered.

He gave me a perfunctory glance before nodding and directing me to Constantino's office.

Naturally, there were many drawbacks to the job and the money was illegal. I would be singled out by rival families, harassed by the police, and looked down upon by the Buratti relatives as a dirty, easy slut if anyone found out about me.

However, I would be safe with Constantino. Furthermore, Constantino refused to accept anyone's crap.

Constantino's door was twice knocked on by the guard. Sage is here to see you, boss.

"Sage?" he called, his voice slipping through the shut door. "Send her in."

I ran into the sleek room and sat down in front of Constantino on one of the two leather chairs, chewing on the inside of my lip while staring down at my feet because I was too nervous to look him in the eye. I took a deep breath and glanced up at him as the door clicked shut.

Looking at me across the maple wood desk, his full pink lips pressed together, Constantino, with his dark brown hair slicked back, a black Rolex around his wrist, and a fitted suit hugging his muscular frame, looked.

Like the last time I saw him, he didn't smile when we made eye contact. Instead, he sat back in his chair, tapped his finger on the armrest, and glanced down at the contract in my shaky hands. "I see that you've come to a decision."

"Yes," I whispered.

"Speak up when you talk to me."

"Yes," I said a bit louder, trying desperately to fake confidence.

Truth was that I was scared shitless. I didn't know how this was going to go. I had never been left alone with him before and had only really spoken to his wife. She had been the one to sit next to me at the bar just outside after my ex dumped me, the one to tell me that he must've been worthless to throw me away and then ask me for my number, and the one to propose this little deal.

"And?" Constantino asked, an unreadable expression on his face.

"And I ..." I fumbled with the contract and slid it across the desk. "I want to do it."

The corner of his lip twitched up as he grabbed the contract from me. "Do what?"

"I want to be your toy."

After a couple moments of staring at me intensely, he flipped to the last page of the contract and cleared his throat. "Abele!" he shouted.

The security guard opened the door and stuck his head into the room. "Yes, sir?"

"Bring the car around the back."

When Abele disappeared, Constantino stood and held out his hand for me to take. "You will start tonight. Laila will be surprised and excited. She's been waiting for your reply since last Friday, Sage."

Hesitantly, I grabbed his hand. A rush of excitement shot through my body at the feel of him on my skin. This man must've held a gun in this hand so many times, used it to shoot and kill hundreds of people, and now ... now, he would use it to make me and his wife feel good together.

"And you?" I asked, finally having a bit of courage. "How do you feel about it?"

Guiding me toward the door, Constantino chuckled. "This might've been Laila's idea, but I've been waiting for your response almost as much as she has. Seeing how excited my wife was when she saw you last weekend, I can't wait to tie you up and have my way with both of you."

Heat rushed to my core, and I shifted slightly, so I pressed my thighs together while we walked down the hall, opposite of the club and to a back door. Abele opened the door for us, glancing briefly at our hands, and handed Constantino the keys.

"Don't call me for the night," Constantino said to Abele, glancing at me as he opened the passenger door. "Laila and I will be busy."

After curtly nodding at Constantino, Abele shut the back door. I slid into the passenger seat and pressed my hands to my thighs to stop them from bouncing, my nerves coming back. This was real now. Constantino was taking me back to his penthouse to become his and his wife's toy for however long I desired.

Constantino drove about ten blocks down, then pulled into the underground parking lot of the apartment building. He tapped on his phone, and I limped out of the car, nervous. Together, we made our way to the elevators.

Constantino pressed the button at the top and said, "You will get half now." "Half, after this year ends. You will live in this apartment building, a few floors down, and all of your expenses will be covered. We have already prepared a space for you.

There was a buzz on my phone and a message appeared from my bank account. A $500,000 deposit, a sum I had never even seen before. It exceeded my lifetime expectations in terms of what I saw.

Glancing up at him, I pushed the phone back into my pocket. "Is that where we're going now?"

"No." He grabbed my hand and led me out of the elevator when the doors opened. "My wife is the one we are seeing."

Once he pressed his finger to the door pad and pressed a couple buttons on his lock, the door swung open, and I was hit with a shit-ton of nerves. Yet, instead of stepping back like I usually did, I stepped into their penthouse and gulped.

It smelled just like her, just like she had last week.

"Laila," Constantino called, his usual booming voice relatively calm now.

"In here!" Laila shouted from a back room. "I've been waiting all day for you."

He placed a hand on my lower back and guided me down the hallway, toward a back room. A soft moan drifted down the hall, and I swallowed hard, the heat gathering between my legs. What would Laila do once she found me here? Did she even know I was coming?

When we reached the last door, I stopped in my tracks. With her eyes closed, her breasts hardly visible, and her fingers caressing her lacy underwear that revealed nothing, Laila was reclined on the bed, clad in the most gorgeous pair of maroon underwear I had ever laid eyes on.

"Look, doll, look who I brought home for us."

Laila opened her intense brown eyes and froze, sucking in sharply. I thought for a split second that she was going to take her hand away, but then her lips formed a tiny smirk and she carried on playing with her wet folds, which made me tense.

What are your thoughts? Constantino asked as he took hold of my hand and spun me around as though I were a piece of machinery, but I guessed that's what I was to them now. The Mafia's toy. To use. To play with. To pleasure themselves with.

"I love her," Laila murmured, biting her lower lip. "She's so sexy."

Suddenly, Constantino pulled me to him from behind, one arm coming around my waist, his other hand dipping between my legs to touch me under my skirt. I yelped in surprise, my heart pounding against my rib cage. He massaged my clit from behind, his other hand trailing up my body to grasp my breast through my top.

"Take it off of her," Laila said. "I've been waiting to finally see her."

With one of his hands still buried between my legs, Constantino pulled my shirt over my head and swiftly undid my bra, so my breasts bounced out of it. Laila spread her legs a bit further, hooking one finger around her panties and pulling it to the side so we could see everything as she rubbed herself.

After popping all of the buttons on my skirt, Constantino let it fall to the ground and left me in just my underwear. He continued to rub my pussy, the pressure building higher and higher in my core.

"Does my wife turn you on?" Constantino murmured into my ear.

"Yes," I breathed, watching as Laila's head fell back and she moaned.

"Do you want to eat her pussy?"

A wave of heat rushed through me. "Yes."

Constantino slipped his fingers into my underwear and pulled apart my folds, teasing my pussy harder and faster until my legs started trembling. "She's wanted to eat yours all week, kept asking me what you'd taste like."

After he pushed me a bit closer to the bed, I placed my knees on the edge and let him continue.

He gazed over my shoulder at her and gently kissed my shoulder. "Come over here, doll." He held out his wet fingers toward her. "Have a taste."

Laila crawled over to us, grabbed Constantino's wrist, and tugged his fingers into her mouth, wrapping her lips around them, like I'd imagine her sucking his cock, head bobbing back and forth slightly. Heat gathered between my legs as she moaned.

Moving even closer to me, Laila placed her knees on either side of my thigh, sat her sopping pussy against my leg, and ground herself against me as she leaned over my shoulder to kiss her husband, her breasts near my face.

My breath caught in my throat, nerves zipping through me. I had never been with a woman before, but I had wanted to try it for so long. It wasn't a phase or taboo or even something impulsive. I had wanted to touch Laila for so damn long; I had always seen the way she looked at me.

Pushing my nerves to the side, I leaned forward and placed my mouth just above the hem of her lacy bra, kissing her softly at first. Laila placed her hand behind my head and pulled me closer to her, moaning into her husband's mouth and continuing to grind her pussy against my thigh.

Constantino shoved his fingers back into my panties, and Laila followed, her fingers moving just as quickly as his. The sensations of two pairs of hands all over me drove me wild. I sucked harder on Laila's breast, tugging down her lacy bra and taking her nipple between my teeth.

"Fuck," Laila murmured, pulling away.

For a moment, I thought I had fucked up or had done something wrong. But Laila pushed me down onto the bed, my back against the mattress, and forced me to spread my legs. She and Constantino dipped their heads between my thighs and ate my pussy, each wanting to taste me for themselves.

The pressure rose in my core, my toes curling. "Oh my gosh ..."

Callous hand gliding against my inner thigh, Constantino entered me with two fingers and pumped them in and out, his wife's tongue flicking against my swollen clit. I laced my hands into her hair, my legs trembling hard.

"I'm going to ... to ..." I threw my head back, on the verge of the most intense orgasm I had had in a while.

And when Laila said, "Come for me," and tugged on my nipple, I screamed out in pleasure.

Wave after wave of ecstasy rushed through me, my arms and legs numbing in pins and needles.

If this was what the next year would bring, I would be so happy, being their toy.

Once I finished, Laila sat back next to me. "Sit on my face," she said breathlessly, licking her bottom lip.

My brows furrowed together. "A-again?"

"Yes, again."

Hesitantly, I crawled onto her with my pussy in her face and her pussy in mine, dipping my head to kiss just above her underwear line. I clenched at the mere thought of me kissing her further down, yet the nerves reappeared because I had never done this before. Ever.

Wrapping her arms around my thighs, Laila spread my legs, pulled me down closer to her, and flicked her tongue against my clit. I dipped my head again and mirrored her actions, pulling her underwear off her and flicking my tongue against her clit, just how I'd like.

She moaned against me, the vibration making me feel oh-so good.

Constantino watched hungrily, undoing his belt and pulling down his zipper. When he kicked off his pants and pulled out his huge cock, he walked over to us and grabbed Laila's knees, pushing them as far apart as they could go, then slowly thrust into her cunt. In and out, he thrust until I saw the juices covering his cock.

When he finally pulled out of her a couple moments later, he grasped my chin and forced me to look up at him. "Suck my wife's juices off my cock."

Clenching, I opened my mouth wide for him to enter me. Constantino shoved his huge cock down my throat and face-fucked me until I cleaned his dick for him.

When he finally pulled away, he pushed himself back into Laila and grunted, "Fuck, you both are so tight for me."

Constantino shifted from his wife, back to me, then to his wife. Over and over again.

Once he pulled away for good, he placed his hands on my waist and lifted me up with ease, turning me around so I faced Laila. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pulling me down to kiss her, softly at first but then wildly, like she was desperate for it.

With one knee on the bed, Constantino pushed his bare cock into me, grabbed my hips, and started pounding away. My breasts swayed against Laila's, her hands traveling down my body to cup them.

I let out a moan into her mouth, feeling my core pressure rise instantly. Just when I was about to tip over the edge, Constantino pulled out of me and thrust himself into his wife. She moaned and kissed me harder, pinching and tugging on my nipples.

When her body tensed, Constantino pulled out of her and pushed himself back into me, teasing us both for the next ten minutes. Desperate for a release, I ground my clit against her mound, the pressure rising higher and higher in my core.

"Oh fuck," Laila breathed against me. "Keep doing that. You're going to make me come."

I could not stop pushing against her as Constantino gave me a backfuck. He simultaneously finger-fucked Laila by dipping his hand and inserting a few fingers into her pussy.

I sucked on Laila's lower lip and my toes curled as waves upon waves of pleasure surged through me. Laila tensed her body even more as she watched me approach, and when Constantino remained motionless deep within my pussy, she eventually threw back her head and came.

Her husband's sperm was buried deep in my cunt when I fell asleep on the bed next to Laila. She put her arm around my waist and pulled me in. Sage, you now belong to us. All ours."

Sage

Laila was lying on the bed next to me, her tongue moving rhythmically in my mouth and her soft lips pressed against mine while she wore a dark green lacy lingerie set. I pressed my thighs together to ease the ache between them and kissed her back, my hands traveling down the curves of her body.

Since she and her girlfriends returned to the high-rise apartment earlier for an early brunch, Laila had been observing me like some sort of prey while Constantino had been at work all day. I was the housekeeper, as her friends would say.

However, we were both aware that I did not tidy anything in this house.

We only made it dirty together. That is all.

"God," Laila murmured against me. "I'm so glad that they're gone. I couldn't wait another moment to get you alone." She moved her hands down my body, undoing my bra and tugging it off me. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since last night with Constantino."

I felt her lacy panties were soaked for me as I dipped my fingers down her thigh and brushed them lightly over them. I whimpered into our kiss and crawled on top of her, moving my mouth down her body until I reached the top of her panties.

She arched her back slightly and pulled off her underwear, tossing them over the bedside. When I placed my mouth on her cunt, I sighed in delight, my warm breath against her clit. I flicked my tongue over and over the sensitive bud and reached my hand between my thighs to rub myself off at the same time.

Laila groaned, bucking her hips back and forth to ride my face while clutching my hair to keep me in place. "Eat my pussy," she said. "God, just like that, Sage. You're going to make me ..." Her legs trembled around my shoulders, her pussy pulsing and moans escaping her lips. "Yes!"

Laila cried out and came all over me, her legs trembling. Subsequently, she turned me onto my back and climbed up on top of me, kissing me. Her teeth bit my bottom lip softly as her tongue found its way inside my mouth. She moved her hand between my legs to massage my clit while her breasts swayed in my direction.

She said, "My turn," planting a kiss all over my body before tucking her face between my legs. She spread them apart by holding my other leg against the bed and resting my left leg on her shoulder. Her tongue flicked out against my clit again, making me squirm.

Closing my eyes, I sank into the mattress and moaned softly, my hand laced in her hair.

"What do we have here?" Constantino asked.

I sucked in a surprised breath and snapped my eyes open. Constantino walked into the room, tugging off his tie, his gaze shifting from me to Laila, who had pulled back from my cunt to look at her husband.

With his dark eyes fixed back on me, Constantino unbuttoned his shirt and gave me the order, "Go back to eating her cunt, doll." "I've had a long day at work. All I want to do is watch Sage squirm for you."

I lay back on the bed, my head on the pillows and my legs spread wide for Laila. She crawled closer up the bed toward me, on her hands and knees, stuck her ass up into the air, and dipped her head between my thighs. Fingers pulling my folds apart, she glided her tongue across my clit.

Constantino rested one knee on the bed behind Laila, his large hands all over her ass. He undid his pants and pulled out his cock, positioning himself at her entrance. When he pushed himself into her, she moaned against my clit, making me clench harder.

Every time that Constantino plowed into her from behind, her tits swayed against my thighs, her perky and hard nipples making me clench. I laced my hand into her hair and tugged on it to pull her closer to me, the pressure rising in my core.

"More," I whispered, arching my back.

God, I was close. So close.

"Don't come," Constantino growled, fingers curling into Laila's hips.

"Come for me," Laila dared me, her fingers stroking my G-spot and her tongue flicking my clit back and forth and back and forth at just the right rhythm. "Don't listen to my husband. Come all over my face, Sage."

"If either of you come, I'll fucking punish you for it."

"You're getting so tight for me," Laila murmured. "I know you want to."

"Laila," Constantino growled, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her off my aching pussy. But her fingers were still inside me, thrusting in and out and vibrating the bundle of nerves that would soon make me explode.

"Are you disobeying me?" he continued, eyes hooded. "Do you need me to show Sage how I punish you to keep your filthy"-he wrapped his free hand around her chin-"little"-he stuck his fingers between her lips-"mouth in line?"

Laila stared down at me, brows drawn together in pleasure, and continued moving her slender fingers inside my tightening hole. She knew that I wouldn't last much longer, that I would come all over her fingers in a couple moments.

"I'm going to come," she mouthed to me, big brown eyes wide, "when you do."

Unable to stop, I threw my head back as a leg-trembling orgasm ripped through my body. My chest moved up and down, my breaths quicker by the second. I grasped the bedsheets in my fists and pulled them up. Wave after wave of pleasure shot through my body.

Laila grinned wickedly down at me, then threw her head back and came on her husband. Our moans drifted through the large high-rise apartment in the middle of the city. She pulled her fingers out of my cunt and stuck them into her mouth.

I relaxed against the mattress, wave after wave of pleasure rushing through me.

"I warned you," Constantino said, pulling out of her.

Constantino tugged me up roughly with one hand and grabbed Laila in his other. With her wild hair all over the place, she shuffled beside him and glanced toward a room that neither of them had let me into since this little thing started.

Constantino stopped in front of the door, pulled a key out of his pocket, and unlocked the door, pushing it open with the tip of his shoe, his cock still hard and swollen between his legs. As soon as he shoved us into the room, the dim lights turned on.

Thick chains and cuffs hung from each wall. My eyes widened slightly, taking in the toys on the dresser in the far corner of the room. Constantino brought me to one wall and locked the cuffs around each of my wrists and ankles, spreading me apart. Then did the same to Laila at the opposite wall.

"Your punishment will be worse than hers, doll," Constantino said, locking the cuffs around her wrists. He grabbed her jaw and forced her to look up at him. "The next time we go out, I will dress you. No wearing those expensive clothes from Barneys. A brat like you gets fabric so cheap that all your little girlfriends will judge you for it."

To my surprise, Laila snapped her mouth shut and stared up at Constantino with wide eyes. I didn't know what had sparked her sudden change of action-I couldn't comprehend just how making Laila walk out of the house in cheaper clothes could affect her so much-but it seemed like they exchanged a few private words with just their eyes.

Either the family was extremely judgmental ... or something else had happened.

"Do you understand me?" Constantino asked, sharp jaw clenched.

"Yes," Laila whispered.

"Now," Constantino said, walking to a mahogany dresser and opening the first drawer. He pulled out two identical G-spot vibrators and walked back toward Laila, inserting one between her dripping pussy lips. "Since you both love to disobey, you'll stand here and watch each other come over and over ... and over again until I think you've had enough."

After securing the vibrator inside of her, Constantino walked over to me and drew the head of the vibrator across my swollen clit and to my entrance. My pussy was so wet that the vibrator slid right into me and filled me up.

I whimpered slightly, my nipples aching to be touched and tugged, and looked up at him, desperate for him to touch them, to touch me, any part of my body because I needed it so badly. "Please," I whispered.

Instead of giving me what I needed, he stepped back and stuffed his hand into his pocket, then he pulled out his phone and tapped a button on an app. My body jolted up, a strong vibration shooting through me.

Glancing over at Laila, I watched her naked body struggle against the cuffs and chains, her breasts bouncing slightly and her mouth parted in delight.

Constantino shuffled backward a few feet, then turned around and walked toward the door. "I'll be back in a few hours. Have fun, girls."

Constantino left Laila and me in his BDSM room, chained up to the walls with vibrators stuffed deep inside ourselves. I grasped the chains in my fists and clutched them tightly, pleasure rushing through me. We had been here for what must've been over an hour now, coming over and over again.

Every vibration from the vibrator thrust me higher and higher. I threw my head back and glanced at the wall-length mirror on the side of the room, knowing that it probably wasn't a regular mirror, but a way for Constantino to watch us while we came, to control the vibrators and give or take away pleasure anytime he wanted.

My pussy tightened, and I moaned loudly. Wave after wave of pleasure rushed through my body from my core, making my limbs tingle and my mind numb. And while I would've taken the vibrator off my clit if I had control, the vibrations didn't stop.

In fact, every time I came, my vibrations seemed to get even faster somehow. Or maybe it just felt that way because they hadn't stopped for the longest damn time now. They had kept coming and coming, not once seizing, not once slowing down.

"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."

TO BE CONTINUED