Page 67 of Pucking Them
He’s been trained well enough by me by now not to without permission.
I pat his hip. “Good boy. Don’t make Robyn come with that pretty mouth of yours, until I tell you to. Then you give her pleasure like she deserves.”
Shay’s own cock swings sadly ignored between his legs.
But that’s how our dynamic works.
Shay will receive more from this by giving pleasure to Robyn and me, caught between us where he loves to be, than if I made him come.
Also, the sneaky asshole already had fun with Robyn in the shower.
Damn, I remember what it was like to be twenty-one…
When I look down on the arch of Shay’s gorgeous back, while his face is hidden by the boards that hold him in position, I become even harder.
Like this, he truly does look like my toy.
Except, I can’t stop myself from tracing my fingers lovingly down his silky back.
He arches as far as he can into my touch.
“Present your little ass for me.” I slap him, enjoying the sight of my handprint on his right buttock.
He slides his legs apart. Then I enjoy even more the flash of his tiny asshole, welcoming me.
I smooth my hand over his back, unable to resist the soothing gesture again, despite the harshness of my words.
My gaze slides to Robyn.
Her eyes are half-hooded. She is watching Shay and me with such aching tenderness that my expression softens further.
I mouthI love youat her, before Eden holds her down by the neck and swoops in to kiss her breathless.
I slip my hand into my pocket, pulling out a small bottle of lube. Feeling mean, I pop the cap but don’t warm it between my fingers. I enjoy the shiver that runs down Shay’s spine, as the cold liquid drizzles down his crack.
I drop the bottle to the floor.
Then I work one finger into him, frustratingly slow and methodical.
Then two.
Shay struggles to remain still, as I curl my fingers, pitilessly rubbing over his prostate. He groans, curling his toes against the floor. He’s nearing his limit, especially with his face pushed against Robyn’s pussy but still not being allowed to pleasure her.
When I slip in a third finger, he stamps his foot.
“What’s wrong, toy?” I murmur. “Did you think that I’d be merciful when you’re being punished?”
Shay’s back is slick with sweat. “D-d-don’t be merciful.”
Good thing that I wasn’t intending to be.
I slap his ass again. “Bad pets who are bent over and vulnerable in pillories don’t give orders. Now actually use that bratty mouth of yours for something useful. Suck on our Robyn’s clit. If you don’t make her come before I do inside your tight ass, then it won’t be you that I cage, but your cock for the next month.”
Shay stills.
I don’t know if it’s with fear or desire.
I’m about to check in on him, but then he dives on Robyn’s pussy, licking and sucking like a starving man.
