“You need to tell us if you want out Sharon,” My voice soft as I massaged her tits, my thumbs brushing her nipples. “If you can’t handle what he’s going to do to us next.”
She was grinding her hips, her pussy wasn’t touching me and I could tell it was frustrating her. Her face was still covered in her ex husbands cum, she was biting her bottom lip as she thought about what she wanted but Steven was becoming frustrated, he’d stepped off the couch and stood behind her. He pressed against Sharon’s back and brought his hands up, he collared her throat.
“You want this don’t you sweetheart, I bet you wanted this all along and you wouldn’t let me.” I could see his hand squeeze lightly, fuck I wanted that.
“Steven.” She moaned his name as she stared into my eyes, I pinched her nipples hard. “Argh!”
“Upstairs both of you,” He growled, letting his ex wife go. “Now.”
I let Sharon lead, I might like domination but it was always consensual. I put a little extra sway into my hips as we climbed the stairs with Steven behind us, his hand massaging my ass cheeks as we got to the hallway. His chest pressed against my back and he slid his hand between my legs, lifting me by my pussy.
Sharon pushed his bedroom door open and we followed her in. “Tie her to the bed.” He whispered in my ear, biting my neck making my stomach clench.
“Lie down.” I told her as I stepped out of Stevens embrace, I watched as she tentatively crawled to the centre and lay down. “Spread your legs and grab the headboard.”
I tied each of her legs with silk ropes that looked like they were permanently attached to his bed. I took each of her wrists and tied them too, she was completely sprawled over his king sized bed. Open to him, at his mercy. I was instantly aching for whatever he’d offer.
“You want me to stop, you say King.” Steven smirked at both of us.
“But what if I want to call you that anyway,” I sauntered over to him and put my hands on his chest . “What if I want to worship you like you were our King.” I kissed his chest, working my way down to his stomach but I was pulled back up by my hair.
“Tough,” He growled in my face, holding me there by my throat. “You’ll worship me anyway I fucking tell you to, ” He pushed me onto the bed, I landed next to Sharon, my head on her arm. “Straddle her stomach and hold her tits.”
I did as I was told, scrambling over her, my bare pussy lay over her belly button, her nipples poked my palms. “Do you both understand the safe word?” I couldn’t see him but I heard draws opening behind me and then a buzzing sound. “Yes.” We said in unison.
Sharon jolted beneath me, I looked behind to see Steven between her legs holding a white massage stick pressed against her pussy. My mouth was salivating and my hands itched to play with it. Sharon’s gasped moans drew my attention back to her. “Do you like that? Hmm, do you like your ex husband playing with your cunt?”
“Put one of your hands around her throat, fuck her mouth with your tongue.” I’m sure I was soaking her naked stomach, my sore pussy was pulsing against her. She was writhing beneath me, each movement brought me pleasure as her body rubbed against my slick clit. I leaned down and collared her throat and without hesitation thrust my tongue into her mouth.
We moaned together, when she writhed under me, I rolled my hips over her. I wanted to choke her, slap her, scratch her but I didn’t, I was waiting for him to tell me I could like a good little whore. I sucked her bottom lip, then her earlobe.
“*Mila* climb off.” I heard him growl, just as I knelt beside her he shoved his cock inside of her roughly, she screamed but didn’t say *King*. He was between her legs, his fingers digging into her thighs as he took her without mercy. I reached over and grabbed her hair, lifting head. “Watch him fuck you.”
Her eyes were rolling, her moans were becoming deeper as he held her still, not allowing her to move the way her orgasm was demanding. “Please..” Her voice breathy and whiney. “Please Steven.. I need.. Oh God I need to cum.. Please.”
“No.” He pulled out of her so suddenly I didn’t realise he had until he was behind me, he lifted me from where I sat and threw me across his ex wife, my hands grabbing the edge of the mattress as my hips pressed on her stomach, then it was my turn as he pushed his cock roughly between my seam, into my soaked pussy.
“Argh!” I screamed with a mixture of pain and pleasure, each scream he spanked me hard. My thighs hit Sharon’s stomach with every thrust.
“Steven p-please.. I need your cock..” She sobbed as she struggled under me but she stopped and fixed him with a glare. “Now Steven!” He pulled out of me just as quick as he had her, but he didn’t do it to fuck her, his face was inches from hers with one hand griping her throat the other on her jaw. He was snarling at her.
“This is my house, you’re tied to my bed Sharon,” His grip tightened ever so slightly. “You. Do. Not. Control. This.” Each word was punctuated with a hard slap to her cheek. He was back inside of me within seconds, rougher than before as if he was showing her that he was in control.
He didn’t touch his ex wife again nor did he command me too either. It was a punishment, she dared to tell him what to do and it was driving her crazy, her plea’s becoming more frantic. I wouldn’t make that mistake. He spun me around, only my shoulders and head touched his bed as he held my knees to his shoulders. “Twist your nipples *Mila*.” He grunted through his deep thrusts. “Such a good slut.”
“Please Steven.. I’m sorry!” Sharon pulled at her restraints and screamed at us. “I want that! I need that God damn it!” His denial of her desires quickened his pace and in turn pulled my orgasm closer. “I’ll be good!”
“Oh my God, please don’t stop..” My pussy clenched around him as I was on the edge of cumming, he pushed it over with one hard stinging slap to my ass as he allowed me to capture my orgasm while still denying hers.
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