Page 217 of Innocent

Elliot releases my balls and his teeth sink into my inner right thigh. That’s no playful nip, either.

“Yes, boy,” Leo says. “Take your marks for Daddy.”

Elliot sucks hard, and the thought briefly floats into my mind that sitting will be all kinds of interesting tomorrow.

Then he does it to my inner left thigh.

Leo cages my head with his hands and stares down into my eyes. “My very good boy.” A wide smile beams at me and turns the pain down from an11to a1.

I’ll take anything he asks of me.

Everything.

Elliot bites up and down the insides of my legs until, finally, Leo nuzzles my nose with his. “The boy needs to be rechristened by me, doesn’t he?”

“Yes, Daddy!” I don’t realize I’m begging until it’s already out of my mouth. “Please mark me, Daddy!” Words begin to spill from my lips in a jagged ramble, begging for any number of filthy, dark things from Leo, until he finally chuckles and kisses the tip of my nose.

“Soothe the boy, Elliot,” Leo playfully teases. “While I get ready.” I feel Leo move away, and my begging to be marked changes to wanting him to return.

They could have me pinned down in the middle of the Senate chambers and be beaming this out live on C-SPAN, and I wouldn’t give one single, solitary fuck. Flying or otherwise.

I flinch when Elliot’s tongue swipes down my crack and circles my hole.

“Oh, the pet has you in his thrall now.” Leo’s teasing tone comes from somewhere off the bed, in the direction of the bathroom door.

Elliot does it again, and again, making me shiver as my cock aches and throbs where it’s inaccessible to me.

This shuts off my brain almost as well as the pain did moments ago, and Leo damn well knows it.

I can only pray he doesn’t edge me for hours.

Hands settle on my ass again, but this time it’s Leo. I can tell from the angle and location, and his warm breath blows along the seam of my ass, where Elliot’s tongue has primed me.

“Oh, baby boy.” He licks the underside of my sac. “You are going to be walking funny in the morning.” Leo sits up, then Elliot changes positions, which allows me to free my arms. Suddenly, Elliot’s cock’s poking me in the lips.

Of course, I open.

Wide.

Sayaaaahhhh, bitches.

I suck him down deep while his mouth closes around my cock. And then Leo’s hands return. This time, it’s two fingers, coated with lube and pressing for entrance.

My brain slips into neutral because my body’s running the show. I try to rock in time with what they’re doing to me, but I can’t move because of the weight of Elliot’s body. He grabs a pillow and pulls it under my head, which makes it easier for me to keep him deep in my throat without killing my neck.

I’m soaring. I’ve never done drugs, despite all the easy access I’ve had to them over the years I’ve spent going to clubs. But if I did, I can imagine this is what it’d feel like. Now I remember one of the reasons why it hurt so much leaving Leo, and why we were so perfect together.

He’s a drug I can’t get out of my system. Now that I’ve had another hit of him after so many months of sobriety, it’s a high unlike any I’ve ever known.

“Get him off, pet,” Leo says. “Then build him up again. You can come, too, if you want to. Or hold back, if you can. Your choice.”

The fingers inside me scissor and turn, seeking, finding my sweet spot. I let out a moan around Elliot’s cock and Leo’s evil chuckle stokes my need.

“That’s it, baby boy. Let the pet have his fun so you and I can have ours. You’ll get all the orgasms you can handle tonight.”

That’s really all it takes to get me over. My body clamps down on Leo’s fingers as pleasure rolls through me and I fill Elliot’s mouth. Elliot moans, too, from my mouth vibrating around his cock.

Leo pats me on the ass with his free hand as he laughs. “There you go, baby.”