Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 39930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
The sounds of wet flesh and a deep male groan filled her ears, and she took a deep breath.
When she was inches from Dietrich, he said sternly, “On your feet, Stellan.” The popping noise of Stellan’s suctioning mouth coming undone from Dietrich’s dick filled the room.
Stellan slowly rose, and she was immediately aware of their presence.
“Blythe, look at me.” Again, she hadn’t realized she closed her eyes until she opened them and looked up at Dietrich. “I want you on your knees and sucking my cock now.”
Blythe’s heart hammered quick and hard at his words. She looked at Stellan, maybe for guidance, but his stoic expression offered no help.
Doing as Dietrich said had the hard, cold ground meeting her knees. Here she was, stark naked in front of these men with Dietrich’s cock in front of her and Stellan about to watch the whole thing. It turned her on yet scared the shit out of her. She waited for his next words. For several long, agonizing moments, neither man said anything.
Did they purposefully like to leave her on edge? Did they get some kind of sadistic pleasure in knowing she was a ball of nerves?
“Shhh, be at ease.” Dietrich ran his hand over her hair, in the same manner as he did to Stellan, and she found the act strangely comforting. It wasn’t as if she had never given head before, but the men that she had done the act on seemed less than impressed.
She also had never had an audience.
“Here is what’s going to happen.” He continued to stroke her cheek, and Blythe leaned into his touch. “You’re going to take my dick and guide it to your mouth. Stellan is then going to fuck that sweet little cunt of yours.”
His words had her jerking away and looking between them. It wasn’t as if she didn’t expect this, but actually hearing him say it brought everything right in her face, so to speak.
“Do you wish to use your safe word?”
Did she? Dietrich didn’t stop stroking her, and a part of her knew that if she did say that one little word he would stop. They both would. The soft caress of Stellan running his fingers down the base of her neck told her enough about herself that she did want this.
Fear was ever present in any situation, but what she needed to do was put her trust in them that if she did want to stop, they would.
“No, Sir. I want to continue.” Her body was certainly ready and up for whatever they had in store. It was her mind that held the constraints around her.
“Such a good girl.” He brushed his fingers along her upper and lower lip, then she saw him tilt his head to Stellan.
A moment later, the sound of him removing his clothing behind her filled the room. His hard heat pressed against her body, and she wet her lips with her tongue. “Take my cock, Blythe.”
Dietrich’s erection was still hard as ever in front of her, and she reached out and took hold of the root. Looking up at him as she parted her lips, Blythe was caught in his heated gaze.
She was vaguely aware of movement behind her, of the sound of a wrapper being opened, and then the feel of silk covered her eyes. For a moment, fear held her immobile, but both men murmured encouraging words to her, and she eased.
Blythe was aware enough to realize Stellan had wrapped his tie around her eyes. It smelled of him: strong, musky, and spicy.
He spoke softly against the side of her neck. “The sensory deprivation will heighten all of your other senses, querida.”
“Don’t stop sucking my cock, baby.” Dietrich emphasized his words by thrusting into her mouth enough that the tip hit back of her throat.
Blythe breathed out her nose so she could take him fully without gagging. Stellan had been right. With her eyes closed, her other senses were heightened. She could hear their harsh breathing, felt the smooth yet rough sensation of Stellan’s tongue sliding up her spine.
Hollowing out her cheeks and twirling her tongue around Dietrich’s bulbous head, Blythe set all her attention on the thick length in her mouth. She was so into the feel and taste of him that everything else faded away until the only things that mattered were what these two men did to her.
“Take her hair.” A second later the pins that had held her hair in place were expertly removed. Stellan gripped the tumble of strands and tightened just enough that her head tilted back.
The new angle had her throat bared and Dietrich’s cock slipping in impossibly farther. Forced to breathe out her nose, Blythe felt her eyes start to water with each bump of Dietrich’s cock head hitting the back of her throat.
Salty bursts of his pre-cum exploded in her mouth, and she found the flavor addictive. The sting of pain from her hair being pulled brought about a flash of pleasure.