Closing my eyes, I sank into the mattress and moaned softly, my hand laced in her hair.
“What do we have here?” Constantino asked.
I sucked in a surprised breath and snapped my eyes open. Constantino walked into the room, tugging off his tie, his gaze shifting from me to Laila who had pulled back from my cunt to look at her husband.
“Go back to eating her cunt, doll,” Constantino commanded, unbuttoning his shirt, his dark eyes back on me. “I’ve had a long day at work. All I want to do is watch Sage squirm for you.”
I laid back on the bed, my head on the pillows and my legs spread wide for Laila. She crawled closer up the bed toward me, on her hands and knees, stuck her ass up into the air, and dipped her head between my thighs. Fingers pulling my folds apart, she glided her tongue across my clit.
Constantino rested one knee on the bed behind Laila, his large hands all over her ass. He undid his pants and pulled out his cock, positioning himself at her entrance. When he pushed himself into her, she moaned against my clit
Every time that Constantino plowed into her from behind, her tits swayed against my thighs, her perky and hard nipples making me clench. I laced my hand into her hair and tugged on it to pull her closer to me, the pressure rising in my core.
“More,” I whispered, arching my back.
God, I was close. So close.
“Don’t cum,” Constantino growled, fingers curling into Laila’s hips.
“Come for me,” Laila dared me, her fingers stroking my g-spot and her tongue flicking my clit back and forth and back and forth at just the right rhythm. “Don’t listen to my husband. Come all over my face, Sage.”
“If either of you cum, I’ll fucking punish you for it.”
“You’re getting so tight for me,” Laila murmured. “I know you want to.”
“Laila,” Constantino growled, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her off my aching pussy. But her fingers were still inside me, thrusting in and out and vibrating the bundle of nerves that would soon make me explode.
“Are you disobeying me?” he continued, eyes hooded. “Do you need me to show Sage how I punish you to keep your filthy”–he wrapped his free hand around her chin–”little”–he stuck his fingers between her lips–”mouth in line?”
Laila stared down at me, brows drawn together in pleasure and continued moving her slender fingers inside my tightening hole. She knew that I wouldn’t last much longer, that I would come all over her fingers in a couple moments.
“I’m going to come,” she mouthed to me, big brown eyes wide, “when you do.”
Unable to stop, I threw my head back as a leg-trembling orgasm ripped through my body. My chest moved up and down, my breaths quicker by the second. I grasped the bedsheets in my fists and pulled them up. Wave after wave of pleasure shot through my body.
Laila grinned wickedly down at me, then threw her head back and came on her husband. Our moans drifted through the large high-rise in the middle of the city. She pulled her fingers out of my cunt and stuck them into her mouth.
I relaxed against the mattress, wave after wave of pleasure rushing through me.
“I warned you,” Constantino said, pulling out of her. Constantino tugged me up roughly with one hand and grabbed Laila in his other. With her wild hair all over the place, she shuffled beside him and glanced toward a room that neither of them had let me into since this little thing started.
Constantino stopped, pulled a key out of his pocket, and unlocked the door, pushing it open with the tip of his shoe, his cock still hard and swollen between his legs. As soon as he shoved us into the room, the dim lights turned on.
Thick chains and cuffs hung from each wall. My eyes widened slightly, taking in the toys on the dresser in the far corner of the room. Constantino brought me to one wall and locked the cuffs around each of my wrists and ankles, spreading me apart. Then did the same to Laila at the opposite wall.
“Your punishment will be worse than hers, doll,” Constantino said, locking the cuffs around her wrists. He grabbed her jaw and forced her to look up at him. “The next time we go out, I will dress you. No wearing those expensive clothes. A brat like you gets fabric so cheap that all your little girlfriends will judge you for it.”
To my surprise, Laila snapped her mouth shut and stared up at Constantino with wide eyes. I didn’t know what had sparked her sudden change of action–I couldn’t comprehend just how making Laila walk out of the house in a couple cheaper clothes could affect her so much–but it seemed like they exchanged a few private words with just their eyes.
Either the family was extremely judgemental… or something else had happened.
“Do you understand me?” Constantino asked, sharp jaw clenched.
“Yes,” Laila whispered.
“Now,” Constantino said, walking to a mahogany dresser and opening the first drawer. He pulled out two identical g-spot vibrators and walked back toward Laila, inserting one between her dripping pussy lips. “Since you both love to disobey, you’ll stand here and watch each other cum over and over… and over again until I think you’ve had enough.”
After securing the vibrator inside of her, Constantino walked over to me and drew the head of the vibrator across my swollen clit and to my entrance. My pussy was so wet that the vibrator slid right into me and filled me up.
I whimpered slightly, my nipples aching to me touched and tugged, and looked up at him, desperate for him to touch them, to touch me,