Page 130 of B is for Beg

“Good, Daddy.”

“Ready for us to play?” I ask.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Remember the golden rule,” I warn.

“I can’t come without your permission?”

“That’s right.”

“And the other important rule?” Gabe asks.

“Use my safe words if I need them,” Blake replies without hesitation.

“Good boy.”

“I won’t need them. I know you’ll take care of me.”

“We’ll do our best,” Gabe assures him.

It’s all we can ever promise. Gabe takes his clothes off, and then we approach our princess, Gabe from the front, me from behind. We start by kissing him between the ropes. I do my best to trace the curve of his spine, skipping over the diamond design created by the ropes. I can kiss higher up Blake’s body than Gabe can, so he focuses his attention on Blake’s stomach and inner thighs.

“Oh,” Blake moans.

“Are you enjoying it?” I ask.

“Yes, so, so much.”

I smirk and glance around Blake at Gabe. He meets my stare and smiles warmly. I hook my fingers under the waistband of Blake’s pretty panties and tug them until they’re halfway down his thighs. His legs are pulled apart, so the fabric strains under the pressure.

“You’re gorgeous,” I tell him before running my tongue from the top of his crack to the sparkly purple flange of the anal plug.

He shivers and briefly strains against the ropes, which causes his body to rock. Gabe steadies him by putting his hands on our princess’s hips. Carefully, I remove the anal plug and toss it onto the bed. I’ll clean it later, after we’ve played. I part Blake’s arse cheeks, watching as cum dribbles from his hole and down his thighs.

“Fuck, that’s sexy,” I breathe. “Can you feel our cum dripping out of you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“It’s a glorious sight,” I say, stroking my cock as I continue to stare at the thick white drips. “You make a gorgeous cum slave.”

“I’m your cum slave, Sir,” Blake says. “And yours, Daddy. Always.”

Always. Well, fuck if that doesn’t make my heart sing. I make an amused sound and smack his arse playfully, not even hard enough to sting, just enough to see his arse cheek wobble slightly.

“That’s what I like to hear, princess.”

“We’re going to pleasure you,” Gabe says. “But you can’t come until we give you permission. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Gabe and I grin at each other before getting to work. Gabe massages Blake’s balls in his hand while he sucks his cock. I’ve never seen Gabe give head, but it’s obvious he’s done it before by the expert way he takes Blake deep. I’m captivated by watching him for a few seconds, adoring the way that Blake’s cock vanishes into Gabe’s mouth. The sounds both men make drive me wild with ecstasy.

I grasp Blake’s arse cheeks, gently pulling them apart again so I’ve got access to his arsehole. I begin to lap at the remnants of my and Gabe’s cum, driving my tongue inside our princess so I can eat every salty drop from inside him. Blake groans, moans, and pants. His head, which isn’t bound at all, lolls back, making him look even more glorious.

“Daddy,” Blake whimpers. “Sir.”

“Yes, princess?” I ask, pausing my assault on his arse.