Page 24 of Crushing Clover

I was still grumbling to myself as I reached the living room, so messed up that I didn’t wonder what the weird sound was.

I turned the corner and found Lucky naked and strapped to one of the kitchen barstools.

My muddled brain decided that a robbery was in progress but then I realized Rush was talking to him.

He was at the kitchen counter chopping something to bits with his almost fanatical precision.

“I’m sorry, sir,” Lucky whispered, sounding exhausted. He strained against the ropes holding him in place, and his breathing grew hectic and desperate. “I apologize. Please—this is unnecessary.”

“I decide what’s necessary, you little shit. You’ll take what you’re given and thank me for being merciful.”

Whatever was happening to Lucky didn’t sound merciful. He whined and choked, sounding pitiful.

Should I announce myself? I felt like I was interrupting, but Saint told me to come out here, so what was I supposed to do? I sure as hell wasn’t going to go back into Saint’s room to wait —the fucking narcissist would assume I was throwing myself at him.

I hesitated in the doorway, watching as the cords in Lucky’s neck stood out. He arched his back and panted, squirming against the seat which had been covered with a towel.

“Please, sir, not this. You know I hate it. I’ll do whatever you want and—” His words were interrupted by a pitiful sound that came from deep in his throat, full of need and humiliation.

“You had your chance.” Rush scraped chopped ingredients from the cutting board into a bowl. “I’ve been far too lenient with you since she got here. We need a reset now, before your attitude gets any worse.”

If he’d expected a response from Lucky, he would have been disappointed. Lucky was tensed up, his breathing a series of gasping whines.

I stepped forward, worried, and caught sight of the flared base of a toy visible between his spread legs.

Despite his struggles, the chair didn’t budge.

The buzzing sound slowed then stopped, and his body sagged.

His cock was hard and twitching, and he was sheened with sweat.

Rush must have started this right after I had gone to shower with Saint.

“There you are, Clover. Come here.” Rush snapped his fingers and went over to Lucky. Reluctantly, I followed. “Now, you’re going to be a good girl and keep Lucky on the edge. Do you know how to do that?”

Not wanting to be involved, I shook my head and tried to back away, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer.

“Either you do it, or you get punished right alongside him.”

I raised my gaze to Rush, who returned my frown.

“Are you going to be a good girl or a bad girl?”

Poor Lucky looked so miserable. I couldn’t do it.

“Do what he says, beautiful. There’s no point in both of us getting punished,” Lucky managed to gasp out as the buzzing started again. His focus was on my mouth, and I could tell exactly what he was thinking.

“I want you to run your hand over his cock and balls—give him the occasional stroke. Keep him hard, but don’t let him come.”

“Oh,” I said reluctantly. I wasn’t sure which of us this was going to be worse for. I was still confused and weirdly turned on from my interaction with Saint in the shower, and now this? I glanced down at Lucky’s cock and realized he already had cum on his stomach.

There was no point in torturing the guy if he’d already gotten off, right? I’d much rather go start the laundry and try to calm down.

“But he already came,” I pointed out.

“Oh, I’m well aware,” Rush said, dragging his finger through the glistening puddle on Lucky’s stomach. He pushed the finger into Lucky’s mouth and their gazes clashed as he sucked his dominant’s finger clean.

“He’s been too distracted by his dick lately, so he’s going to come so many times he calms the fuck down,” Rush explained with an evil chuckle. “Natural consequences.”

“I hate you, you evil bastard.”

“And yet you never leave me, do you, horny boy?” He slapped Lucky’s cock hard enough to make him yelp.

He struggled against the ropes again, but not to fight Rush, merely in gasping reaction to the plug in his ass as it started vibrating again, the low hum audible.

“You really don’t need to involve her in this,” Lucky begged.

“She’s a big part of this, though, isn’t she? I can’t send her away now,” Rush said reasonably. “You look so tasty when you’re embarrassed and horny as hell.”

Lucky frowned at him, but it turned quickly to a look of pure suffering.

Rush drew me closer, and wrapped one of my hands around Lucky’s cock, and moved the other to cup his balls. “Tease him, but make sure he doesn’t cum. Get creative. Be a good girl and make him whimper for me.”

“I don’t want to do this,” I whispered to Lucky.

“I know.”

When Rush gave me a pointed look, I complied. I had a soft spot for Lucky, but Rush was the one who had disobeyed Saint and given me an orgasm. In this sex-steeped environment, with uncertain access to orgasms, it made me far less loyal to Lucky than I should have been.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” he assured me. “I’ll get even with you later.”

Damn it. There was no winning.

Lightly, I stroked his cock. For the first few moments, he looked like he wanted to crawl out of his skin. Rush was evil for making me do this.

When Lucky squeezed his eyes shut, and he strained himself against my hand, trying to increase the friction I was giving him, I let go, worried about getting in trouble.

Instead, I ran my nails up and down his shaft, watching in fascination as it strained and danced for me, his piercings catching the light.

Lucky groaned. The sound shot through me and went straight to my pussy.

I clenched my thighs together and shifted, trying to ease my own discomfort as I made his worse.

“Fuck, Clover—please wrap those pretty lips around my cock and suck,” he demanded. The vibrator in his ass hummed to life, and I watched in fascination as he shifted and whimpered, his gaze pleading for mercy.

I leaned close, not touching him with my lips, but letting my breath caress the head of his cock.

“Ugh! You evil little cunt!” Lucky bellowed, trying to stab at my face with his straining cock, but he couldn’t move.

A laugh caught in my throat, but I held it back.

This situation wasn’t funny, but the fact that he was getting so angry with me was making me nervous.

Maybe a small part of me enjoyed how powerful this was making me feel, but I didn’t want him to know that.

He made an almost inhuman sound of frustration, and Rush paused in what he was doing and chuckled. “You really are an evil little thing, aren’t you?”

I jerked back, and Lucky cursed. “Bring that mouth back here, woman.”

“I’m not evil,” I insisted, worried, looking at Rush. “I’m doing what you told me to.”

He snorted like he didn’t believe me. “You’ve done this before.”

I shook my head. “No. I don’t like making people suffer.”

“Did I tell you to stop?”

“No, sir.”

I dragged my tongue over the tip of Lucky’s cock, making him sweat and arch, and easing back when the plug began to vibrate.

By the time Saint emerged from his bedroom, Lucky was a mess—panting, swearing, whining. I wasn’t in much better shape, covered in sweat from the work I’d been doing and with pre-cum smeared on my chin and the tip of my nose. The ache in my lower belly was torturous.

“Food almost ready?” Saint asked, ignoring us.

“Five more minutes,” Rush replied, stirring whatever was in the wok while simultaneously trying to keep an eye on us. “Stop now, Clover.”

I stopped, feeling horrible when Lucky lost his fucking mind, begging and sobbing.

Fuck, I wanted to finish him off. Leaving him like this, to suffer through dinner, and possibly overnight, seemed unnecessarily cruel.

Even though I’d been the one working him over, my own body was rebelling at the idea of sitting down to a meal when all it wanted was an orgasm.

“Think you can get up there?” Rush asked as he pulled plates out of the cupboard.

“Up where?” I asked, my brain not firing on all cylinders.

“Do you think you can get up onto Lucky’s lap and fuck him until he comes?”

Fuck, yeah.

I nodded even though I had a feeling it would be precarious.

“She’s too close to getting off,” Saint grumbled. “If you let her fuck him, she’s going to come, too.”

“Well, I want him to get off before dinner, and my hands are full. Unless you want to do the job yourself, what’s the big deal?”

They had a silent battle of wills, with Saint glaring at Rush’s back, while Rush pointedly ignored him and gave the food another stir.

“Fine.” He joined Rush in the kitchen, and fished cutlery out of the drawer.

Shaking with disbelief and desperation, I dropped the towel I was still wearing and climbed onto the rungs of the high stool, before easing my leg over Lucky’s lap.

If I wasn’t careful, we would tip and go crashing to the floor.

He was struggling beneath me, and I fumbled with his cock, not used to being on top and therefore not used to getting a dick inside me without help.

It wasn’t fancy, and he went in at an uncomfortable angle, but I slowly slid down onto his cock.

I tried not to make a sound, but I was desperate.

Staying silent was impossible. His piercings felt amazing, and my clit pressed hard against his body.

I kissed him, and he kissed me back greedily.

“I’m sorry,” I babbled, my hips rolling of their own accord. “I don’t really know how to be on top.”

He flexed his hips, forcing himself deeper, his breathing hectic and his eyes glassy, as though he had a fever.

“Quick, before they fucking stop us,” he begged.

It was nice being able to control his depth, and I used the chair rungs to stop him from stabbing too deeply into me. I took charge, riding him in a jerky, uncertain rhythm until my body caught on.

“Oh shit—holy shit,” he mumbled. He had nothing to lean back against, and I had nothing to steady myself with but his broad shoulders.

The flex of his muscles was impressive, and I couldn’t help but admire how beautiful and frantic he looked beneath me.

“Please, don’t stop, Clover. Fuck! If you stop, I’m going to die. ”

The plug in his ass started to vibrate again, and his cock went almost painfully hard. “Fuuuck.”

The tension in my lower belly twisted tighter, and a shiver rolled up my back and into my hairline, sure either Saint or Rush would yank me away at the last possible moment.

Lucky’s mouth pulled into a tortured grimace, and I could swear I felt the buzz of the plug humming through his cock, torturing me right along with him. He froze beneath me, gasping, his body almost levitating under mine.

He sobbed something, his words so garbled I couldn’t understand.

Deep inside me, his cock strained and twitched, his orgasm like an electric jolt running through me, triggering my own.

I followed him over, my own embarrassing noises drowning out his.

We rode the wave of our orgasms for long moments, the relief and satisfaction almost feeling impossible, buzzing through my veins like a drug I had no interest in sobering up from.

I sank onto his shoulder, and he kissed my cheek and neck, his arms still trapped by the ropes.

“I’m so sorry,” I said.

“For what, beautiful?” His words were slurred, drunk on endorphins.

“For obeying Rush, and for not being better on top.”

He chuckled lazily. “You did a good job. There’s something to be said for enthusiasm.”

“That’s enough. Untie him, Clover,” Rush commanded. I glanced over and found him plating food that was definitely going to be cold before I had a chance to untie Lucky and clean up the cum that seemed to be everywhere in our proximity.

“Yes, sir,” I said regretfully. I didn’t want to get up yet, but I also didn’t want to upset him. “Thank you for the orgasm, sir.”

“You were a good girl,” Rush said. “You deserved one.”

I awkwardly dismounted, then winced at how sore I was, and the mess dripping everywhere.

“Maybe we can start allowing them more orgasms,” Rush suggested gently as he and Saint began to eat, and I fought with Lucky’s rope.

I expected Saint to immediately put his foot down, but instead he replied, “You’re spoiling them. Letting Lucky come after a punishment isn’t much of a punishment.”

“It’s good for morale to be merciful once in a while.” Rush glanced up briefly, probably assessing how well I was doing with freeing Lucky. Once Lucky got a hand free, he was able to help, which was good because I didn’t know what the hell I was doing.

The two of us gave each other a secret look. More orgasms sounded fantastic, as long as they weren’t forced ones.

“I saw that,” Rush admonished. “Don’t make me regret our decision. We can walk that back at any time.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” Lucky worked on freeing his legs.

“Yes, thank you. Both of you,” I added. Maybe it hadn’t been Saint’s idea, but he had relented.

It took us a few minutes to get cleaned up in the bathroom, and for me to run up and grab a T-shirt and panties from Lucky’s room, and then we were both back in the kitchen. Saint was already gone to work on something in the home office.

“Sit here.” Rush pointed at the floor next to his own chair. He handed me a bowl of stir-fry…and a fucking fork. I held the utensil reverently and even gave it a kiss.

“You were a good girl today,” he said, smoothing my hair back from my face. “Don’t get any violent ideas with that fork or Saint will skin me alive—probably with the fork.” He winked at me, and I grinned back.

“I’ll try to contain myself, sir.”

He rose from his chair with his empty bowl and turned Lucky’s face up to him. He gave him the longest, sweetest kiss.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you.”

“I’m sorry for fucking up so much tonight. I should have kept my mind on work.”

“Maybe fucking the girl while you’re on break isn’t the best idea.”

“Is that an order, sir?”

“No. For now, it’s only a recommendation.”

“You’re probably right, sir.”

The two of them kissed again. No one was giving me that kind of aftercare, but being allowed to use a fork was a treat. The stir-fry was amazing, too.

I ate, and the promise of future orgasms gave me a fantastic appetite.