CONTENT NOTE: Erotic fiction. Image credit – Pachu M Torres.

This is my gift, he says, for being such a good girl. 

It’s been a stressful few weeks for him with work and the holiday season. This time of year, the workload ramps up even more, so I’ve made sure to take extra good care of him when he comes home from a long day. 

A cup of his favourite tea if we have it. Get the shower running and get his towel nice and warm in the dryer before he gets out. Dinner on the table. A tidy, clean house. TV or a game while I kneel at his side as he strokes his fingers through my hair. As he brought me into his arms under the sheets, he told me how grateful he was for what I’ve been doing, that he really appreciated me taking care of him. 

Some nights I’d offer to relax him with my mouth, which he’d readily accept. Others it was riding him in the very chair he relaxed in. Other nights, it was making him his favourite drink. 

Presented on all fours, the two men stand in front of me. My boyfriend, my Dom, on my left. His friend, the Dom he’d let me play with at the Dungeon on occasion, to my right.

His friend has the most dark, mischievous expression on his face. Cane in hand, he taps it against his palm; a delicious taster of what’s the come. My boyfriend has tied me down with his favourite red rope. I’m naked, my breasts jiggling as I feign a struggle, my pussy glistening wet.

‘So…’ the friend says, ‘What shall we do with her?’

My Dom steps forward, eyeing me over before crouching down so his face meets mine. My eyes wander over his muscular frame, hugged in a fitted, black t-shirt. He knows how much I go week at the knees for him in those. He grips my face firmly in his hand, his blue eyes burning into mine.

‘You will be used by us, just like you wanted,’ he says. ‘You will not speak until you’re spoken to, and you’re going to be a good girl, aren’t you?’

I nod.

‘Yes Sir.’

The corners of his lips quirk up in a sexy grin before pulling me into a deep kiss, his tongue possessively exploring my mouth. When he breaks away, a needy whine tightens in my chest. I’m met with a swift smack across my cheek.

‘No.’

I try to kiss him but he pulls away.

‘You’re grateful for what you’re given,’ he says.

‘Greedy girls don’t get anything, do they?’ The friend says, tapping the cane harder into his palm.

‘No, they don’t.’

My eyes plead with him, but they don’t relent. I wanted to be used? These are the rules. My pussy clenches, feeling more wetness between my lips. My clit throbs, my knuckles turning white as I squeeze my fingertips into my palms. Sir’s forehead touches mine.

‘Are you ready, babygirl?’

‘Yes Sir…’

Standing up, he unbuckles his belt inches from my face. Excitement dances in my belly. I’ll never get tired of hearing that sound. The friend strides over, setting the cane by my side, running his strong hands over my body, squeezing my breast as his hand and lips run down my back to my ass. Grabbing a handful, he spanks me hard. I yelp. He takes my head in his hand, pressing his lips to my ear.

‘What do you say, baby?’ He spanks me again. I wince at the gorgeous sting.

‘Thank you, Daddy…’

His hot breath rolls down my chest, growls sending shivers under my skin.

‘Good girl.’

Daddy strokes his palm over my stinging cheek, before spanking one last time before Sir unzips his jeans, pushing them and his boxers down his knees in one smooth motion, freeing a rock hard cock. He rests the tip at my lips, slowly sliding his cock through into my mouth…

To be continued…

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