Page 91 of Daddies Dark Desires (Forbidden Fantasies)

The tension hangs before he nods me further back on the bed. I scoot myself to the middle of the mattress when he puts a hand up for me to stop.

Trent has a rope cuff in his hand. “Lay back.”

I comply.

“On your belly.”

I roll, putting my hands behind my back before he can ask. He leans in and binds my wrists together. All snug and secure.

The bed dips up by the headboard, and I can barely see Grant settling himself there. The pain on him is evident but only around the edges.

He nods at Trent behind me, and my skin tingles as I wait for whatever that nod was for.

Big hands smooth up the backs of my thighs, cup my ass. Then the touch is gone.

A smack lands on my ass, and I jump part way off the bed with a muffled squeal. The burn sends heat pumping through my center, coiling there. Another smack adds to it. And another. Until I’m squirming against the coverlet.

Trent yanks me back in place, leans over my back, and puts his mouth to my ear. “We haven’t even gotten started yet, princess. You ready for more?”

I nod and feel his smile pressed against the back of my neck.

“Good.”

I’m lifted by my arms and propped between Grant’s thighs. He tears open his pants, cock finally free and bobbing for my attention. My mouth waters. I love sucking his cock.

This is not a punishment. It’s a reward, and he knows that. But it’s something we both want.

Trent props me on my knees and pushes my face toward Grant’s crotch. “Open.”

My mouth pops open at the command, and I stare up into Grant’s eyes. His good hand is fisted around the base of his cock, and his nostrils flare. He likes how much I enjoy this. How good I am at it.

His glistening tip hovers just out of reach, even when I stick my tongue out for a taste. Trent’s fingers wrap in my hair, grip firm and steady.

“You want to please your daddy?” Trent asks, cold and in control.

“Yes,” I rasp out.

“Tell him.”

A few heartbeats full of tension, and I lick my lips.

“I want to suck Daddy’s cock.” I try again, the tip of my tongue just making contact with his slit. Grant lets out a short breath, and Trent drives me down over Grant’s cock.

I gag as he hits the back of my throat, but I swallow him down, letting the tears gather and fall from the corners of my eyes. He spreads me open, and when I let myself go—when I concede control—I get nothing but pleasure from it.

I want to be used. To turn my brain off and let them have control of me. To fulfill their own dark desires with my body.

I want to come until I can’t feel anything but pleasure. I need to escape into it.

Trent adjusts me, and Grant’s invading cock becomes an easy slide.

Once I’m pliable, he hands me over to Grant, who thrusts himself into my mouth at a steady rhythm. And Trent’s hands slide down my hips, yanking up the hem of my skirt to expose my drenched panties.

Those wide fingers rub me none too gently, splaying me open beneath the fabric. I moan around Grant’s cock.

The panties don’t last. Trent peels them off my hips with precision, then his fingers are there, coating themselves in my slick arousal. He plunges two into me.

My moan is louder this time, my core tightening against the invasion.