Page 53 of Satan's Naughty List
“Green, green,” she chants, trying to move her hands to our bodies. I snatch one while my husband snatches the other. Bringing them together, I reach over and grab a red silk ribbon. Her eyes snap open at the grazing material. She doesn’t say a word, her eyes a mixture before horror and appreciation.
“Does our naughty girl want to be tied up?” Techy asks, grabbing her jaw and tipping her head further back. She tries to nod, but the angle isn’t letting her. “Words.”
“Yes, sir,” she strains.
“Naughty girl,” he praises, quickly working the ribbon around them. “Next time you don’t answer us, you’ll be smacked right here.” His hand drags over the tops of her breasts before a shallow swap hits the underside.
She jumps, uncertainty coating her hazel eyes. Yet, she doesn’t ask us to stop nor slow down. With a startled jump, Techy leans down and snatches a pink, perky nipple between his lips.
“Ooooh,” she sighs, her heavy melting into me as he bites and sucks her nipple until it’s solid.
“More, please,” she begs, her iris blown out with need.
“Good girl for asking,” I praise, trailing a hand down her taut body to the junction between her thighs. Flicking over her swollen bud, I work it faster and faster. Undulating her hips, she doesn’t waste any time in grabbing my wrist and keeping it where she wants it.
“Cum for us, pretty girl,” Techy demands, circling a single finger at her entrance. Just as he goes to push inside, she explodes. It’s like he pulled the pin and the grenade detonated.
“Yes!” She shrieks, eyes rolling to the back of her head as her legs shake in ecstasy. It takes her several moments to come back down from her high, eyes blinking slowly.
“You’re so sexy when you cum.” Nibbling her ear, my rock hard cock pushes into her back even more.
“They stopped…” she whispers, looking over her shoulder at me. “Make them go away. Completely.”
“I can’t promise anything, sweetheart,” I mutter, cupping her face and bringing my lips to hers. Techy seems to think that’s the perfect time to start licking her pussy again. A jump and moan later, she’s writhing away.
“I want your cocks,” she demands, narrowing her gaze on us both. “Please make it stop.” Techy and I share a look before he nods. Reaching over to the nightstand, he stops for a brief moment.
“We don’t have any condoms, sweetheart. We usually don’t have to worry about…”
“I know. It’s fine, I’m clean. Doc checked. Please,” she begs, trying to push herself into him. Another look and he’s giving into her.
“Lean back against Nomad.” She does as asked, her back against my front again. Grabbing her injured leg gently, I tilt backward and carefully lay us flat. It’s in the air while her other ankle is grabbed by Techy. He passes it to me, silently asking me to hold her open for him. Rubbing himself against her opening, she wriggles against me as she attempts to scoot further down my body.
“You still need to be careful,” I hint with a tone of authority. Immediately she stops moving. “He will give it when he’s ready, won’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” he agrees, catching her gaze with his. Taking the head of his cock, he flicks it over her clit. Loving the feeling, her body tenses again.
“Ready?” He mutters, and I watch her eyes roll back as his body comes closer and closer. Finally, his heavy sac hits the underside of my own hard member. “This okay?” His voice is strained as he keeps himself from moving. She doesn’t say anything for long moments. We share a look before he pulls out completely and sits on his heels.
“Don’t stop,” she sobs, eyes still tightly shut.
“Open your eyes,” I bark. She flings them open, looking almost dazed. “When asked a question, you will answer. Are you okay?”
“Yes!” She screams, taking her tied hands and throwing them backward. “Make them go away!” She shrieks, aggression suddenly laced into her movements.
Techy wastes no time, impaling the sweet girl in our arms. Instead of slow movements, he rears back and slams into her over and over again. A wickedness haunts his eyes as he dominates the girl between us.
“More!” She shouts. Her hips wiggle as I reach between us and pinch her clit. I figured that would be what sends her over the edge, but it’s not. Chanting over and over again that she needs more, Techy stops.
“What do you need more of?”
“I want you both! Please,” her eyes are wide as she begs.
“Are you sure?” I ask, whispering in her ear. Like a slap, she whips her head to the side.
“If I wasn’t okay, I’d tell you,” she growls out, like a little demon possessed. It’s fucking hot.
“Your wish is our command, naughty girl.” Techy takes the initiative to lube me up, notching me at her entrance. He assists her in sitting up and putting her hands on my chest. Practically folded in half, I tilt my hips upward and sink fully inside of her.
