Page 156 of Librarian

I follow the instruction and am rewarded by North’s hands going to his waistband. He shoves the fabric down, out of the way, and his cock bobs free. The mattress moves beneath me as he kneels by my head, letting the pearly bead of pre-cum paint my lips, but when I go to lick the slit, he draws back.

My pout is only answered by a gentle slap to my cheek.

“Ask me nicely,” he taunts. “Beg me to let you suck my cock while he paints your tits in wax.”

My pussy clenches at the filth in his tone, and my lips part, intending to push him a little more.

One heated drop falls on my collarbone.

All rebellious thoughts scramble.

It’s hot, but not as scalding as I feared it would be. I glance up, meeting their gazes. North seems to be daring me to brat, to push him until he gets to punish me. Leo’s look is a warning, a reminder that disobedience with him won’t only lead to frustration and a few light spanks.

One tempts me to push my luck, the other urges me to submit.

I brat for North every time we’re together. I’m curious to see what happens if I behave for Leo.

“Please, Sir,” I murmur. “Please let me suck your cock while Leo paints my tits with wax.”

North’s grin turns smouldering, and he taps his dick against my lips again. “Lick.”

I dart my tongue out, tasting the salt of him with a groan as another burning drop of wax lands an inch lower.

I’m getting used to the heat now. My focus is on sucking North, and the searing pain fades fast. Leo leaves me a moment between each drop, but that break grows shorter and shorter as he lets the wax fall in a line down my breastbone, then to one side. A drop catches on the underside of my left breast, and I gasp around North.

Leo makes a spiral, each burning pinprick inching closer to my nipple until?—

“Aah—”

North cuts off my scream, forcing himself down my throat with an easy thrust of his hips.

“Good fecking girl,” Leo says, leaning over to draw a line with his finger across the skin that’s escaped the wax. “So pretty. Shall I do the other side?”

My pussy gushes, empty and protesting. I can feel my thundering pulse in my clamped clit.

North draws back, a trail of his precum and my saliva connecting us as he waits for me to say something.

“Please, Sir,” I beg. “Please. Fuck me.”

He shakes his head. “I promised I wouldn’t come, remember?” He lifts the candle again. “But don’t worry. North can fuck you as many times as he likes.”

I hate myself.

My brain can’t recall why I ever set such a condition. All I want is Leo’s cock, which is currently tenting his jeans. I haven’t even seen it yet. That’s something I want rectified immediately. I want it inside me, easing the ache he’s carefully stoking with every pinprick of pain.

Another drop splashes against my skin, this time landing high on my right breast, and I groan. Leo mirrors the spiralling path on my other side as North returns to fucking my face with tiny thrusts.

By the time Leo covers my right nipple with wax, I’m floating. Free. Arousal has turned to madness, but there’s nowhere to go. Nothing to do except…give in. I barely even notice the new trail of wax heading over my navel. Following the chain down.

Down.

Lower…

North’s cock leaves my mouth just as the final drop lands over my clit.

“LEO!” I scream as my orgasm crashes through me.

But he’s not done.