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M y blood is boiling as my knees meet the concrete. The cold slowly trails up my body, leaving goosebumps in its wake. I am very aware of the fact that I am only wearing my t-shirt, so I pull it off before staring daggers at Kieran again.

Popping his coated fingers in my mouth was a smart move on his part. She tastes fucking divine and I want more.

My heart patters as Kieran brings my knife up to my face, giving me no warning before nicking my jaw. My eyes widen in surprise and my cock is rock hard from the sting.

He grabs me by the neck and tilts my head to the side before lifting the mask and flattening his tongue over the small cut as if to heal the harm he caused.

God, he knows damn well what he’s doing.

With the mask back in place, he moves his hand from my throat and weaves his fingers into my hair. “Open that bratty mouth, Fin,” he growls out the order.

Fuck, I like this. Seeing him like this…

Hesitantly, I part my lips, but I seem to have drained every last drop of patience he had earlier because he yanks me forward until his hard cock meets the back of my throat.

Choking on him, I place my hands on his hips, needing to push away but he holds me fast. The deep, rumbling groan he lets out nearly has me whimpering like our little Dove when she wants more.

“Oh, fuck,” I hear Alex moan, and the rattle of the chain and clinking metal has me groaning around Kieran’s length. I don’t need to see her to know she is toying with that perfect little cunt of hers right now.

“Hmm, no. None of that,” Kieran says, I assume to stop Alex. I bob my head, sucking him off and thoroughly enjoying the whining behind me, imagining that sexy little pout I just know is plastered on her face.

Kieran drags the cool blade over my back while he fucks my mouth and the sensation has me stroking my dick faster. “Your mouth feels amazing, baby,” Kieran moans. “I am going to fuck you both until your bodies forget every other cock on this fucking planet!”

“Please, Kieran,” Alex starts before Kieran releases my hair and grabs her throat. “What did you call me?” he hisses in a heady tone. She clears her throat. “Sir…”

“Better.”

“Please, touch me, sir,” she whines. Kieran chuckles and pulls her off the chair until she kneels beside me. “Watch him suck my cock, Dove, and keep your hands where I can see them. I own your orgasms, and you will not come until you have permission.”

Alex looks up at me with flushed cheeks and nothing but pleas in her eyes before I pull my cock from Fintan’s warm mouth and he sits back, finally able to take in a full breath.

“Look at you, both so good for me,” I praise before leaving the two of them panting on the floor. “Don’t move,” I order, walking to the table and dragging it to where the two of them are kneeling, but not before taking some rope and another set of handcuffs off the wall.

As soon as I have the table where I want it, I turn to look at both of them.

“Which one of you would like to get fucked first?” I ask.

They seem flustered as they look at each other and then back at me.

“Do we get a say, sir ?” Fintan answers and the hint of sarcasm in his otherwise needy tone makes me laugh.

“Nope,” I say, leaning down to help Alex to her feet. She sucks in a breath when I pick her up and place her bare ass on the metal surface of the table before I push her down onto her back.

She instinctively brings her legs up until her heels are on the edge and I nearly shiver in anticipation at the sight of her like this.

Before I lose my control, I use the rope to tie her cuffed hands to the table above her head, periodically glancing at Fintan who is not-so-patiently watching as I secure Alex to the table, my own arousal evident as I gaze at her exposed and vulnerable form.

Turning my attention to Fintan, there is a glint in his eye as I approach him. “Jealous, baby? You want your turn too?” I coo, my voice low and enticing.

He nods eagerly, and it has me feeling a surge of desire at the thought of him finally deciding to submit to someone—Me. “Yes, sir,” he responds breathlessly and that has my eyes nearly rolling back in my skull and a predatory groan clawing its way from my throat.

He smirks before I grab his arm and I lead him over to stand at the end of the table where Alex’s legs are so perfectly parted. “Good boy,” I murmur as I cuff his wrists together with a proud smile behind the mask.

I can feel the tension in the room as Fintan stands between my legs. Kieran’s new-found dominance is palpable as he stalks to my right. My breath hitches as he runs a finger along my thigh, sending shivers through me.

“Are you ready for this, Dove?” he asks, his gaze locked with mine. I swallow hard but manage to nod in response.

Kieran’s attention turns back to Fintan, his hand trailing down his chest possessively. “And you? Ready to be my toy?”

Fintan meets Kieran’s intense gaze with determination. “Yes, sir,” he says hungrily, and my heart pounds with anticipation and curiosity.

The edging and teasing is too much.

Kieran’s eyes showcase the wide grin hidden beneath the gas mask as he steps back, surveying us both with a predatory gleam. “Good. Now let’s see how well you both obey my every command.”

“Get on the table. On top of her,” he orders and Fintan follows his direction without hesitation. I squirm at his proximity but find myself wondering what Kieran has that I don’t. A few harsh commands and a small nick from the knife has Fintan purring for him like a kitten.

“I thought you didn’t submit,” I drawl sarcastically as Fintan straddles me atop the cold metal table. Kieran chuckles and Fintan’s cheeks flush at my words but he looks dangerous at this angle as he looms over me with his brows drawn.

“Guess it takes the right master, little Dove,” he responds and the look he gives me feels like he is fucking me already.

Hmmm, yes please! This torture needs to fucking end before I lose the last bit of my sanity.

Kieran ties our cuffs together above my head, ensuring that neither of us move from this somewhat awkward position. Unable to take it anymore, I lift my head and meet Fintan’s lips in a frenzied kiss; he reciprocates in kind, our tongues swirling together in an intoxicating rhythm.

Kieran’s approving groan echoes in the basement, followed by the distinct sound of him taking his clothes off. Lost in the searing kiss, Fintan moans into my mouth and a moment later I let out a squeak of pleasure, feeling Kieran move Fintan’s cock back and forth over my soaking pussy.

“My toys are so hard and wet for me,” he breathes before I feel Fintan’s pierced cock slide inside me. “Ah, fuck,” I moan as he slides in, all the way to the base.

“Don’t. Move,” he growls and Fintan’s breaths come out rigid and annoyed as he pulls his mouth from mine. Fintan is buried deep inside my wet, needy pussy and Kieran expects us to just stay like this and not move.

God, this is cruel. How the fuck are we supposed to do that? For how long?

I mewl, my impatience and need nearly consuming me as my inner walls clench around Fintan and he lets out a strangled moan but he does not move an inch.

Kieran walks in a slow circle around us as if memorizing the look of us like this, unable to satiate the hunger rapidly growing inside us while he twirls his counterpart’s knife between his skilled fingers.

“Sir, please! Please let him fuck me. This is too much,” I cry out when Fintan’s cock twitches inside me as he tries to keep himself still.

Kieran tsks and shakes his head as he rounds the table again, only this time, he picks up the remaining length of the rope he used to tie our cuffed wrists together and moves to our feet.

He lifts my ankles from the edge of the table and wraps them over Fintan’s lower back, securing them with the rope before using the rest to loop underneath and tying Fintan’s ankles to the legs of the table.

Here we are, on display for our new master, bound together in more ways than one, ready to take whatever he gives us. Fintan is flushed and breathing heavily with a slight look of panic plastered across his handsome face.

Shit, he hates restraints. I remember him fighting against them the entire time I had him strapped to this very table.

My heart hammers and aches as I take in his expression.

“Focus on me,” I say softly, and he closes his eyes in response.

“Breathe, Fintan,” I urge, realizing that he has been silent for a while but as he opens his eyes again, I see what I can only describe as devilish determination and burning defiance.

Fintan steals my breath as he defies Kieran’s order and pulls himself out of me only to thrust back. Hard. “You have tested me too far, Kieran. I’m done being your fucking puppet, now untie me!” he growls loudly as he thrusts.

I moan in response, unable to control the sounds, especially since I feel like I have been edged for hours. “Oh baby,” Kieran tsks again, “You want to be my puppet? What a great idea.”

I watch over Fintan’s shoulder as Kieran lifts the mask briefly and spits into his hand, coating his fingers until they glisten in the low light.

A moment later, Fintan hisses through clenched teeth but the pained sound quickly turns to a pleasured groan that has him cursing under his breath.

“Relax darling, I’m just getting started,” he purrs as he leans over Fintan’s back and flashes me a menacing wink through the glassy holes of the mask.

With two fingers knuckle deep inside Fintan’s ass, I reach down with my free hand and trail two fingers through the wetness dripping from Alex’s sweet cunt and slip them into her hole as well.

She bucks her hips at the fullness she must be feeling and the reaction has Fintan whimpering like a perfect fuck toy for me.

“I don’t think either of you will be able to fit my entire hand like actual puppets but what do you say?

Want me to stretch you both with one more finger or do you prefer being my submissive cock sleeves instead? ”

When I only get moans in response, I decide another finger will be good to remind them who they belong to.

Pushing the digits inside each of their greedy holes slowly, I give them a few seconds to adjust before pumping in and out, massaging them from the inside until the sweet sounds grow louder and they are both riding the edge of orgasm.

Then, I pull away with a smile, enjoying their heavy panting as I stroke my cock before picking up the knife I placed beside them on the table earlier.

I must admit, Alex’s idea of taking back control is working. I feel awakened. Renewed. I’m not sure I’ll be able to go back to the way things were before. I will not be controlled like I used to be.

“You belong to me and I think it’s time you wear my mark,” I purr, lifting the blade to Fintan’s thigh. Alex already wears my name and it’s only fitting that my little masochist does too. He moans and hisses as I carve a “K” into his beautifully scarred flesh.

I would have preferred a tattoo machine to brand my toys but I’ll have to make do with Fintan’s knife this time just like I did the first night we all spent together.

“Fuck!” Fintan hisses and I pull the mask from my face, dropping it to the floor before trailing my tongue over the lines I cut, ghosting kisses over the fresh wound gently.