16. Be Careful What You Wish For
Once again, she just had to fuck around and find out.
She'd read enough erotic fiction to know what topping from the bottom meant, so she didn't even have the excuse of not understanding the term. Always, without fail, it got the hapless submissives more than they bargained for.
And now… now, she had Desmond's another day to look forward to.
However, the dread mixed with anticipation couldn't take her mind off what her Daddies were doing to her body. As if they were speaking telepathically, they moved her like a rag doll, rocking her between them as they fucked her holes.
They didn't even give her time to breathe, much less beg for the relief they wouldn't give, and she'd been so, so wrong about their endurance. Her Daddies did not need little blue pills. Like, at all.
Holy hell. They were bound and determined to fuck her unconscious.
"Play with her clit, Des," Bastian said as he slid deep into her while Desmond slid out.
Desmond pinched the swollen nub between two fingers. "I think we can make her come at least four times."
"I'm thinking five." Bastian circled her throat with one large hand and tugged her upward. After kissing a path down her neck, he added in an entirely too relaxed voice, "Loser gets to do the dishes for a week."
"Oh, god." Her vision darkening, she shuddered helplessly with a violent climax, but they didn't stop. "I… Please!"
"Poor baby," Desmond crooned, his eyes sparkling with wicked intent. "Do you need six?"
Here lies Titania Jane Andersen… She went out with a bang. Literally.
Bastian stilled and nipped her shoulder, then licked the bite to soothe it. "You know what, Des? We forgot something."
"What did we forget?" Desmond thrust inside her, making her swallow a scream.
Bastian thrust inside her, nearly making her swallow her tongue. "We forgot to give Tania a safeword."
Dark pleasure coiled inside her as he filled her back passage again. The first pinch of discomfort was long gone, leaving only the desire for more.
"Careless of us." Desmond lifted her head until she was looking at him. "Say red if you need to stop, and yellow if you want to slow down."
When she didn't reply, Desmond pulled her hips down and thrust inside her. "Tell us you understand, babygirl. It's important."
"I…" She took a deep breath and tried to focus, but her mind wasn't having it. "I understand. Red to stop, yellow to slow down."
"There's our good girl," Bastian whispered, kissing the back of her neck. "Come for us again."
Her body obeyed as if she was Pavlov's dog. Tania shuddered and a few tears fell as another climax wracked her soul. Strangely, the word that would stop everything refused to be spoken.
"Don't cry, babygirl." Desmond kissed her hard, leaving her lips swollen and sore. "We're not even close to being done with you."
He massaged her clit as Bastian surged into her, pulling another orgasm from her helpless body.
How the hell were they still going?
"Des…" Bastian's soft murmur caressed her, covering her like a warm blanket. "Let's give her one more."
They rocked her between them, slowly and ever so gently, without the demanding thrusts of before. She spiraled into another orgasm and cried breathlessly as they eased her down with kisses and soft touches. Their whispers telling her what a good girl she was soothed her into somnolence and she barely noticed when Bastian pulled his cock free and laid her between them.
Her pussy and ass ached but felt good at the same time. As she shifted into a more comfortable position, her thighs rubbed together, sending a weak pulse of renewed arousal into her core. Sadly, she was too tired to do much about it.
"Shh, sweet girl," one of them said. "Your Daddies have you, and we're not letting you go."
"Me either." Her eyes drifted shut and she dozed, barely noticing when one of them cleaned her with a warm, damp cloth.
"I'd like to help her take a shower, but the stall isn't much bigger than her bed," Bastian said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I saw that. She's pretty much out anyway." The bed rocked as Desmond moved closer to the edge of the mattress, bringing her with him. "I think there's room for all three of us if we squeeze in tight."
"Stop talking, Daddies. Sleepy now."
They both laughed as Bastian climbed into bed to spoon her from the other side. After kissing her brow, Bastian tucked her against his chest. "Rest well, babygirl. We've got you."
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