Page 15 of Freak

Rafael

I t had been the longest week of my life.

No sex. No release. Summer knew how to tease me into oblivion, how to wrap her hand around my cock without stroking it, how to draw me near her mouth without sucking it.

Her command for me not to come was as painful as it was exciting, because the longer I went without it, the bigger my inevitable orgasm would be.

Summer sat up on her knees, attentive. She tied her hair up into a ponytail and looked over at Ivanna. Summer already got a taste of our third , but I was forced to watch, and it wasn’t easy to stand by with a girl like Ivanna.

She smiled, her dark cat eyes were black and full, her skin like bronzed champagne. She sat on her knees as well, the curve of her torso the perfect dip that mirrored the slant of her navel—a navel that I wanted to turn into a pool of cum.

“Do you want me to remove the rules, Rafael?” Summer asked. She blinked her eyes at me, teasing. Ivanna leaned over to her ear, propping her delicious ass up in the air as she whispered into Summer’s ear.

They giggled. There was something cute and innocent about it, but the Ivanna that stared at my cock and bit her lip was anything but.

She winked. Like it was a secret. Candidly, while sitting on her knees on the bed, she reached between her legs and rubbed herself to the sight of me.

It made me so hungry, that and the way Summer petted Ivanna’s hair, like she was an obedient dog.

“Yes, Ms. Evans. I want this,” I gritted.

“He looks so hungry,” Summer mentioned to Ivanna.

“Starved,” Ivanna replied in that gorgeous Columbian accent. “And since he’s been such a good boy, he gets to play with toys now. Doesn’t he?”

I was already making my way to the special closet we specifically installed for this room, the one with mirrored double doors and gold knobs.

“I’d say he’s earned it.” Summer said.

I turned the knob to the closet, unlocking it.

It clicked.

Ivanna grinned as Summer kissed her neck. I could hear whispering, encouraging her— look at all the fun we’re about to have.

“Good boys get to do what?” Summer asked, crawling her hand up the back of Ivanna’s gorgeous dark hair.

I laughed. It was time.

“Good boys get to fuck,” I growled and opened the closet doors.

Dim amber lights flickered across the floor, shining on the red velvet shelves that held a mass collection of toys and objects we had at our disposal: paddles and cuffs, ball gags and dildos, vibrators and chains.

“In this house, we have no safe word. No means no. If you don’t want something, you say it. And if you can’t say it—if your mouth is filled with my cock—you better shake your head NO for anything you don’t want.” I pulled out a gold chain and choker, wrapping it around my hands.

Ivanna and Summer stood up from the bed and met me at the closet, their nude bodies the most unbearable tease as they locked arms together while reaching my side. They were already kissing.

“Do you understand the rules?” Summer asked Ivanna, making sure.

Ivanna nodded.

“We play safe, as well. We’re tested. And as for you?—”

“I’m good,” Ivanna said assertively, knowing the importance. “Safety is crucial when you have interests like I do.”

“We assumed.” Summer kissed her jaw, and we all smiled at each other as our hands moved a little more freely. Touching. Groping. Hugging and kissing.

How Summer looked at Ivanna, how her hand smoothed up her side and roughly cupped her breasts was so satisfying.

Not only did she drink her in, but the pang in her eyes illustrated how purposefully she savored her, how — without apology—she indulged in a truer side of herself that we only talked about.

Summer liked girls. She liked their eyes and lips, their hair and shape. She liked how their body convulsed when they’d come real hard or how their chest would heave when fucked.

Nothing is sexier than a woman climaxing.

She’d tell me at times over coffee or in the middle of a porn that we’d watch while fucking.

Watching that on our laptop—threesome and bi-women getting it rough—was as close as we’d gotten to having another girl in our room.

The moans and screams that permeated over our computer speakers failed in comparison to how Ivanna just came on Summer.

Ivanna was real. Flesh and eyes, pouty lips and all; a sincere compliment of a woman that wanted to share us—just as much as we wanted to share her.

Summer believed this, too. I could see it in her eyes. And that’s why she relinquished control.

“Fuck us, Rafael,” she commanded. “Fuck us like a FREAK .”

Ivanna bit her lip as I spun Summer around and pulled her back into my chest.

“Suck her tits, little pet,” I cooed to Ivanna who sandwiched Summer against me. She opened her mouth, taking Summer’s breast in like it was made of candy.

Summer moaned as I wrapped a leather collar around her neck, buckling it.

“Mmm she likes it.” Ivanna nipped at Summer’s piercing. I’d never seen Summer’s nipples so hard, smeared with red lipstick. Raw. Seductively sore. She liked it like this. Pain with pleasure. My erection slipped between Summer’s legs and pulsed under her wetness.

“Her mouth is so good. God, she made me come when she sucked on my clit earlier.” Summer shivered.

I hooked a gold chain right into the loop of her collar, snapping it tight.

Ivanna kissed down Summer’s stomach, licking her belly button before dropping to her knees. She bit at her hip, then left a scorching hot hickey at the bone.

“You want to feel me, too?” Ivanna asked, looking up at me. “You want that fat cock in this soft mouth?”

“Do it,” Summer begged in a whimper. “Fuck her mouth.”

“Yeah?” I gritted.

“Give it to her.”

“Yes. Give it to me.” Ivanna stuck her pink tongue out, and I thought I felt it before while kissing her, but I noticed it now—the silver ball piercing at its center. “Fuck me. Fuck me like a bitch,” she begged.

Oh , the fucking mouth on this girl. Ivanna liked it, the degradation. She liked the control, but she also liked to switch it too, just like Summer and me .

She blinked up to my stomach, sweet and daring, oblivious to the fact that Summer had taken ahold of her wrists. Two sharp clicks, and they were on—gold and leather cuffs wrapped securely around Ivanna’s wrists.

Summer held Ivanna’s hands up, her tummy taut, and her tits perched perfectly. “Don’t fucking move,” Summer warned her. “And you better suck his cock until it’s sopping wet.”

Since being with Summer, I hadn’t touched another woman. I didn’t need to. But tonight was special. It wasn’t about me, or Summer, it was about us taking joy in the pleasure of another beautiful woman—a woman who gave her mouth to me so willingly.

And as soon as the underside of my cock reached the top of Ivanna’s tongue, she drooled onto the floor and sucked me in.

Her lips.

FUCK. Her lips were sooo soft, like fleshy pillows that popped right over the crown of my dick and welcomed me into the warm wetness of her throat.

“Oh fuck,” Summer praised privately, whispering like she didn’t want me to hear.

I groaned, and my abs grew tight as my balls met Ivanna’s chin. She swallowed me whole, and I’d never felt such a fleshy soft spot like I did in her mouth.

“Shit, she feels good,” I muttered. The piercing on her tongue wrapped around my head, massaging my shaft with small little flicks.

“Enjoy that mouth, baby. Fuck it.”

“Look at you taking my cock so well,” I groaned as Ivanna hummed. She slurped and drooled over herself, her tits wet with her own sloppy spit.

Summer let go of her wrists, and Ivanna’s hands fell forward onto my stomach. She clawed at me as she pulled away, gagging. “You’re so fucking big,” she coughed. “You stretched my throat open.” She heaved for a moment, and despite the tears in her eyes, she smiled.

“You’re lucky I didn’t come all over those lips.”

“I love her fucking lips,” Summer said. “She really is the most beautiful creature in the world.” Summer kissed me, and I twisted her chain in my hand.

“The both of you are,” Ivanna interrupted, licking the long strand of spit that connected my cock to her mouth—spit that could only be found from the back of an esophagus. That’s how deep I was.

“I want to taste her,” Summer told me.

“You want to taste that yummy pussy?” I asked.

Summer nodded.

“You can fuck her while she does it,” Ivanna suggested, wiping the mascara clean off her eyes.

I couldn’t say no to either of these beauties, and I wasn’t about to be a rude host to our gorgeous new friend.

“Here.” I pulled Ivanna up by her leather cuffs. “Our special guest gets the special view.” She was so tiny, so weightless compared to me. She screamed as I tossed her over my shoulder, spanking her ass.

“Where are you taking me?” She laughed, and I tossed her naked body right into the white, plush top of our bed.

“To heaven,” Summer answered, wheeling a cart of toys by my side.

Of all the playthings we had—the whips and nipple clamps, the chains and paddles—my favorite one to use was the small silver egg I picked up off the tray.

“Is that—” Ivanna tried to ask.

“Yes. You should suck on it.” Summer instructed, as I passed the silver butt plug with the heart shape handle to Ivanna.

Ivanna smiled, still handcuffed, popping it right into her mouth. Summer got on all fours, her elbows propped between Ivanna’s legs.

“We finally get to finish what we started at the club. And this time it’s not just the tip,” I said, carefully pulling the plug out of Ivanna’s mouth.

“It can get a little messy,” Summer warned, grinning. She had her favorite pink dildo in hand—porn star August Falls’s molded cock and balls. I loved when she sucked on that thing, and I loved it even more when she fucked herself senseless with it.

“I love messy girls,” Ivanna smiled.

“Good,” I baited, “because when Summer comes, she comes hard.”

“Shit!” Summer gasped. I sat on my knees behind her, introducing the butt plug right against her pink opening.

“Is that ok?”

“Mhmmm.” Summer nodded.

And as rough as I liked it, this was not the time to be careless. I loved my angel, and her comfort was just as important as her pleasure. So with ease, I watched as her asshole relaxed and then slowly pushed the plug into her, watching as she sucked it in, down to the heart shaped handle.

“Keep your eyes on Ivanna,” I instructed.

“I promise… I—” Summer stopped. She clenched her jaw as I—without warning—wedged my cock inside her delicious pussy. Her lips folded open and sucked me in. “Fuck, Raf…”

“Oh my god.” Ivanna held onto Summer’s chain, pulling her by the collar closer between her legs. “Suck my clit, Summer. Right there.”

I knew for a fact that this was Summer’s first time giving head to a woman. And though I couldn’t see her face, I could hear her effect on Ivanna.

Ivanna shut her eyes, and it turned me on how her stomach dipped in and out, how her sweat started to form along her tits and abs. She lassoed Summer’s hair into a knuckle white grip, jutting her hips.

“Oh, fuck. She’s getting me so close,” Ivanna said to me. “Spread me open. Right there.”

“Lick that clit, baby,” I instructed.

Summer hummed, her head bobbing up and down between Ivanna’s legs as I rooted my cock deeper into her pussy.

The bed began to creak, and the headboard bounced off the wall once again. Between my balls beating against Summer’s pussy and Ivanna moaning, I nearly spurted my seed right there into Summer.

That’s when I thought of what Ivanna told me again.

Our pretty girl is in heat .

What a vulgar delicious thing to say about Summer, as if she were made to take my cum—to hold it obediently. It was enough to make me feral, to reach for the tasseled whip on the tray.

“Stick that dildo in me.” Ivanna yanked on Summer’s chain, eager and desperate. “Fuck me. FUCK me.”

“Beg for it.” Summer slipped the pink dildo into Ivanna, then spat right over her pussy.

A sharp pop rang through the room.

My whip landed right on the fatty part of Summer’s ass.

“Fuck!” she yelped, then pressed her ass back against my pelvis, taking me deeper.

“All of it—I’m gonna come on it. I’m gonna come!” Ivanna rode her clit over Summer’s tongue, the dildo balls deep in her pussy. Summer shoved it in and out, faster and faster as little spurts of wetness leaked right onto our comforter.

Summer stopped licking.

In fact, her hand clawed over Ivanna’s stomach, before reaching for the bed sheet.

“Yes, Raf! Fuck her harder. Turn that pussy red.”

“Come for us,” I gritted near Summer’s ear. “Come.”

Summer couldn’t even function; her face turned pink, and she groaned loudly as her hair fell over her face. Ivanna fucked herself with the dildo, fast like a jackhammer as she scooted closer below Summer.

I whipped Summer harder, her pussy tightening around my cock before I rocked my hips at a different angle, reaching a new spot that made her shiver.

She was so close, and that increasing tightness that she squeezed over me, paired with the creamy white juice that she leaked over my balls, told me she was about to explode.

I picked up speed, pressing my thumb on the top of her butt plug.

“He’s going to make me come,” Summer whined once more, and Ivanna tightened the chain, stopping the flow of air in Summer’s voice.

“Take it. Take it you little slut!” Ivanna begged, and her eyes started to roll back. Her leg stiffened, and her pelvis contracted, and before she could come herself, Summer started screaming.

“I can’t stop it— FUCK, Raf!” she cried. “Fuck!”

My cock suddenly slipped out of Summer, and a hot jet of come sprayed out from her like a hose of water. Ivanna groaned, her stomach soaked in a stream of Summer’s hot squirt—a squirt that contracted for seconds.

It shot out. Again and again. The bed soaked as Ivanna’s dildo slipped out of her pussy, and she shivered into her own orgasm.

Summer took a labored breath as I pulled her into an embrace, twisting her nipples from behind.

“You did so good.” I kissed her neck.

“So, so good, pretty girl,” Ivanna praised.

The girls shared a look, and Summer smiled.

“I may be a pretty girl. But you’re a good boy.” She handed me the chain of her leash and whispered into my ear. “It’s time for you to feel some new pussy.”