Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
I did the same for him. He didn’t fuck as hard or as fast, and his hand in my hair wasn’t as tight either, but there was still dominance in it.
They passed me back and forth like I was nothing more than the toy I was, before Alpha picked me up under my arms and tossed me onto the bed, and ooh…this was nice. I wanted to live in this bed with these men.
Alpha lubed his cock and thrust into my ass in one hard move. I was on my back, legs in the air, him standing at the end of the bed as he fucked my hole. Master knelt beside me, touched my face and turned my head, then leaned over me and fucked my face like Alpha did my ass.
They took turns with me, using me as they wanted, flopping me around like a rag doll, Master in my ass and Alpha using my face, swapping again and again.
Then, when Master was fucking me with his cock, he stilled for a moment, and I felt pressure at my rim. My eyes jerked open, and Alpha was there, trying to push his fingers inside me with Master’s cock.
“It hurts!” I called out as burning pain shot through me. “Oh God, it hurts.”
“Is that all you have to say?” Alpha asked, and I knew, even in this blissed-out state that was almost like an out-of-body experience, I knew I only had to say one word, and it would stop. Red. Did I want to say red?
No, no I didn’t. I wanted this.
“Yes.”
“Good boy. Look at you being such a good hole. I’ll start with one finger. Your owners need to stretch you for what happens next.”
My hole stretched…more pressure…and I watched, tears in my eyes.
“There we go. One finger is in.”
Alpha fucked me with it, Master using his cock, and then, “Oh God, oh God, oh God.” He was pushing another in. I bit my lip, cried out. “Alpha!” God, I wanted more.
“You can do it. You can do this for your owners. You want to take what we give you, don’t you? You belong to us.”
Yes, yes, yes. I belonged to them. Wanted to belong to them. Wanted this. “Please.”
One finger became two, then three. I squinted my eyes, fought through it—for them. For us.
I lost track of time, of space. I was just this thing they used and owned, there for nothing more than their pleasure. But it made them need me, because I could give them this, this pleasure that no one else could. I was theirs to mold and use forever.
I couldn’t see, couldn’t feel anything but them in this dark space where only the three of us existed.
A hand on my face…one on my thigh…familiar in the way they moved on me, touched me, danced their fingers along my skin like…like they loved me. There was so much care in those touches, in stark contrast with the way they used me. Like I was a toy. I was Jordy, and then I wasn’t. I was more. I was loved on a whole new level.
It was almost like instead of three of us, there were six, like we each were two separate beings at once—Jordy and me, David and Alpha, Ian and Master.
They slowed, then stopped, a voice I knew as well as my own coming through the fog in my brain. “Kitten, you are so good for us. So beautiful and perfect and ours. It’s Daddy. Come back to me now, kitten. Your sugarplum and I want our boy back.”
And that…the names…did something to me. Sugarplum made me smile. Kitten brought me to life. Daddy made me feel at home.
I wasn’t Jordy anymore. I was Jordan. I wasn’t just a toy, and they weren’t Master and Alpha. They were my Ian and my Daddy.
“Sunshine…Christ. I’ve never seen anything like that. What you gave us. You don’t even know… I love you so much.”
My eyes fluttered open, and…I was back. The thought hit me again, that I was me. My Daddy and Ian were here, and they loved me. “Ian…” I said softly.
“Jesus, you’re beautiful. Did I do okay? I was good for you?” He peppered kisses all over my face.
“Perfect,” I replied.
“No, kitten, that was you. Our perfect boy,” Daddy added. “We have one thing left to ask of you—not Jordy, just you. Can you take us? Can you take both of us?”
There was absolutely nothing in the world I wanted more.
“Please, Daddy. Fuck me,” I begged. I needed them.
“There’s our good boy,” Daddy said. “Ian, lie on your back, legs over the side of the bed.”
“Yes, Sir.”
They really were back. While what we just did had been incredible, this, right here, this was us. My Daddy…Ian’s Sir…my Ian…
“There we go. That’s a good boy, Ian. Your Sir is very proud of you too.”