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OLIVIA

you should see me in a crown by Billie Eilish

A s I enter the ‘playroom’ I don’t know where to look. There’s so much to see that my eyes flick from one corner of the room to the next, trying desperately to take it all in. On the far wall are hooks full of various whips and crops. There’s an intricately carved armoire on the far left side of the wall full of who knows what. On the right wall is a breeding bench equipped with cuffs to hold someone down. On the left wall is a large bed with straps peeking out from all four corners. But in the middle of the expansive room is something that really catches my attention.

Smack dab in the center of the room is a large chair—no, a fucking throne . It’s made of dark wood intricately carved to match the bed. The cushions are covered in teal velvet that gives it an air of regality. It’s sitting on a raised dais with three steps leading onto the platform. A small pillow sits on the floor of the dais between the feet of the gothic throne. The part that has my core clenching though is the mirrors. A tri-fold of full length mirrors sits in front of the chair, providing a perfect view.

Hands snake around my torso, pulling me backwards. My back hits Luke’s muscular chest as he holds me tightly in his arms. His mouth kisses a slow path across my shoulders and neck. I can feel his erection grinding into my backside as he thrusts against me. My pussy is already dripping with need.

“I had it made just for you, Flower. My queen needs her throne. And a perfect pet at her feet.”

I spin to face him, letting him claim me in a bruising kiss. His lips caress mine with a hunger that leaves me feeling lightheaded. He tastes like smoked bourbon and I can’t fucking get enough.

“Go ahead, try it out.” He releases me, allowing me to move across the room.

Every step I get closer to the seat brings my rapidly beating heart further and further up into my throat. The thought of being up there, worshipped like a queen on my very own fucking throne, fills me with a heady rush. I feel like I’m fucking floating as I ascend the three short steps of the dais before spinning. I hardly recognize myself in the mirrors. I let the slip dress slide from my form, pooling around my feet. I assess myself in the reflections before me. My tanned skin seems to glow in the moody lights of this room, my hair is wild and messy, my makeup is smeared. A necklace of bruises and bites decorates my neck. I look powerful, like a goddess of sin and desire. It’s exhilarating.

Luke climbs the dais from behind, coming to stand next to me. Our eyes meet in the reflected surface in front of us. The heat in his gaze as he stares at me makes me feel even stronger, even more powerful.

“All my girl needs now is a fucking crown,” he purrs as he places a soft kiss on my temple before holding his hand out to help me sit.

I gladly accept, letting my warm hand slide into his large palm. I bend and sit. The teal velvet is soft and smooth, and when I look in the mirror, the color makes my hair and skin stand out in the most incredible way. It feels like this throne was made just for me.

“Pet, come kneel before your mistress,” Luke demands as Celeste slowly slinks across the room to ascend the steps. When she reaches the dais she sinks to her knees, landing on the pillow.

Clever .

As I settle in and look down at her, I notice the clear bruise around her neck, the impression of fingerprints across her throat. They’re similar to the collar of hickies and bite marks currently decorating my own neck. We have matching marks from the Devil that snaked his way into both our lives, constricting until we had no choice but to fall into his madness. The feminist in me wishes I could say that I was disgusted, but my pussy says otherwise.

Luke’s hand lands on my thigh. He squeezes my flesh in a bruisingly possessive hold that causes a groan to slip through my lips.

“Legs up, let us all see that delicious cunt,” he demands as he lifts my thigh up and over the arm of the chair. I do the same with the other leg, leaving me utterly exposed.

I glance into the mirrors and the sight before me is sinful. I’m spread wide and proud on my throne while my pussy leaks with lust onto the fabric below. The spotlight above causes the pink gems on my nipples to glimmer. My demon now has his arm resting on the back of the chair. A sinister king of depravity. And on her knees before me is my perfect girl—ready and waiting.

Luke smirks at me in the mirror, clearly seeing my delight. He pushes off the chair and rounds us, stopping behind Celeste. The way the mirrors are set up, with three angles surrounding us, allow me to still view everything going on even with Luke’s large frame blocking some of the mirror.

He swoops Celeste’s dark locks off her shoulders and holds it in his hand. His gaze is locked on mine as he leans down to whispers in her ear, “You’re going to eat your girlfriend’s cunt now. I expect you to make her come at least three times. Understand that, Sweetness?”

“Yes, Master,” she agrees as he uses his tight hold on her hair to push her toward me.

I suck in a tight breath, eager with anticipation, as her smooth fingers slide up my thighs. Every spot she touches seems to light with a fire of desire. I’ve missed her touch. I might have had a lot of partners, male and female, but none compare to the two in front of me. Celeste is so submissive and comfortable. She knows my body and I know hers. We’re so relaxed and at ease with one another that when we’re together it just feels easy. Being with Luke is the complete opposite. Everything with him is chaos and heat. I never know what to expect or what he will do to me. Together, they’re everything I need.

“Stick out your tongue, Sweetness. I want to watch you lick and suck her cunt until she’s dripping wet,” Luke demands and Celeste complies.

Her tongue is like smooth velvet against my slit. She strokes lightly against my pussy at first, licking a long and slow path. I moan at the first contact of her against me. She feels incredible.

“More,” I groan as my hand snakes into her hair. My fingers brush against Luke’s as we both shove our girl’s face into my cunt.

Celeste eagerly gives in, her tongue splitting me open and finding my hardened clit. She flicks my needy nub with her tongue before placing it between her plump lips and sucking in a dizzying pattern. I’m already writhing against her face and she’s barely begun. With her lips still tightly suctioned around me, her tongue flicks out and begins to roll rhythmically against my heated flesh. She’s never done that move before and it’s fucking amazing. I already feel myself spiraling toward release.

“Yes, babe, just like that. Please don’t stop,” I cry as I hold her tightly between my thighs by her silky hair.

“Eyes up, Flower. Watch yourself as you come all over your pretty little girlfriend’s face.” Luke’s words wrap around me like smooth silk.

I look up into the mirrors surrounding us and the sight is absolutely filthy. My breasts are tight and peaked, my skin is flush and red, and my face is contorted into the most fabulous form of ecstasy. But the most exquisite part of the image is the way my beautiful girl sits on her knees, worshiping at the altar of my pussy. Her head shakes back and forth as she continues to suck and lick at my clit, desperately seeking my pleasure.

It’s too much to bear. I’m unable to hold back any longer. With an ear splitting shriek of ecstasy, I come all over Celeste’s face. My entire pussy clenches as electricity sears my body, forcing me to bow forward. Celeste doesn’t relent. She licks up all of my release as if it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted.

Once my orgasm subsides, I lean back in the chair. My panting breaths skitter across my own exposed flesh. I release Celeste’s hair, allowing her a moment to come up for air. Luke releases her as well. With an intense stare, Celeste meets my gaze across the expanse of my flesh. Her tongue peaks from between her lips as she licks the remainder of my release from her lips. I can’t stop the needy moan that falls from my lips as I watch her.

“Fuck me, that was amazing,” I groan as I sink into the soft cushions of the chair.

Luke’s hand suddenly slips around my throat from behind, holding me tightly against the stiff seat. “You’re not done yet, love. One down. Two to go,” he whispers in my ear while his other hand wraps around my chest, grabbing my breast. “Pet, your girlfriend needs your fingers now. Show her what a good girl you can be and give her a second orgasm.”

Celeste doesn’t say a word, she simply smiles as she strokes both my thighs with her fingers. I shiver under her touch. Goosebumps prick against my flesh as her hands travel higher and higher. When she reaches the apex of my thighs, she swiftly uses one hand to spread me open. I mewl as the cool air hits my soaking wet core. I’m absolutely drenched from already coming on her tongue. So when she brings two fingers to my pussy, they become instantly slickened. She slides her digits so very slowly into my tight opening. I buck my hips as she tortures and teases me, refusing to fuck me like I need. Luke’s hand stays firmly planted on my throat, not allowing me to move.

“Do you need her to fuck you harder? Are you a dirty little slut that wants it rough?” Heated lust drips with each word he speaks into my ear as he rolls my pierced nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Yes, please,” I groan in frustration as Celeste continues to barely move her tiny little fingers inside my opening.

“Use your words, sweet siren,” Luke coos. “Tell us what you need. Demand it from your pet.”

Fuck it.

“Celeste,” I command causing her eyes to fly to me. She looks so fucking eager. “Stop being a bratty tease and fuck my pussy or I will throw you over my lap and teach you a fucking lesson.”

I swear she might melt on the spot the way she looks at me. I knew she was submissive, but apparently she really wants to be put in her fucking place. Good.

“Yes, Mistress,” she purrs before thrusting her fingers roughly inside me.

She fucks me mercilessly. Her long, lithe fingers pump in and out of me aggressively. She curls them as she works them deeper inside my cunt. With each thrust she massages the bundle of nerves inside me that has heat instantly shooting up my spine.

“Good girl,” Luke praises as he continues to play with each of my nipples with one hand and holds my throat with the other. “She needs to be told what to do. You’re such a good domme for your girlfriend. Are you going to cover her fingers then make her lick your cream from them like a good little pet?”

His words are filthy and degrading and yet they light a fire in my body that sends me spiraling toward the edge of release. I look at the mirrors, watching as Celeste’s fingers move in and out of me at a punishing pace. The vision of my pussy stretching and pulsing around her while Luke whispers dirty things in my ears is too much. My second orgasm hits me like a fucking train. I scream as wave after wave of pleasure pulses through my body.

“Yeah, babe, that’s it. Soak my fingers in your cum,” Celeste moans as she continues to fuck me through each wave.

Once my pussy finally stops contracting with ecstasy, Celeste slows her thrusts. With tender care, she slowly slides her fingers from inside me. Luke releases me before rounding the chair and pulling Celeste’s hand upward. Bending at the waist, he brings his mouth down to slip her fingers in between his lips. A feral growl emanates from his chest as he licks my release from her fingers.

Popping her fingers from his mouth, he stands to loom over me. “You taste like lavender and honey, my Flower. So fucking sweet.”

Holding out his hand to her, he helps Celeste rise to her feet. He sweeps a hand behind her ass and he pulls her into him, grinding his erection against her as he captures her lips with his. He claims her mouth like a man driven wild with lust. She lets out a sweet little moan against him that has my pussy clenching with need despite the two orgasms I just had. He pulls back, only to whisper something I can’t hear in Celeste’s ear. They both smirk before Celeste descends the stairs of the dais and crosses the room.

I close my eyes and let myself savor the throbbing of my body. Two orgasms is enough to leave me feeling sated. If this is what life is like here, then yeah, I think I’ll be sticking around. The dynamic between these two is incredible.

A sharp slap on the tender skin of my inner thigh swiftly pulls me from my relaxed state. I shoot forward as my eyes spring open and annoyance runs through my veins.

“The fuc—”

“You’re not done yet,” Luke interrupts me.

He turns his head toward the raven haired beauty reapproaching us. I’ve always thought Celeste was beautiful. Yes, I enjoyed fooling around with her, but there was always something deeper than that. Her curves, her pale skin and dark hair, her red lips, her hypnotic eyes—she’s just fucking gorgeous. And as she approaches me with a giant strap-on attached to her, the silicone cock swaying seductively between her thighs, I can’t help but be utterly entranced by her.

Fuck me, I’m in trouble with these two.

“You owe us one more, Flower,” Luke says off to my side but I’m not focused on him or his words in this moment.

My entire being is consumed with spiraling lust as the beautiful creature in front of me puts one of her knees on the chair between my spread legs. The giant black dildo hangs heavy, teasing me.

“May I fuck you please, Mistress?” she asks so sweetly as she pulls her lower lip between her teeth.

“Be a good girl and make me come with that giant cock, you little demon,” I demand as I use my hand to line up the head of the fake cock with my soaked opening.

I’m already so drenched that when the crown of the cock pushes against me, I can feel it easily slip inside. It’s thick and long and as she pushes her hips forward, lowering the dildo further into me, the stretch causes a slight burn. I breathe rapidly, trying my best to relax and take her all.

“That’s it, my love,” Luke praises in my ear. “You’re taking her so fucking well. Such a good little cock whore for us, aren’t you?”

I whimper in agreement as Celeste pushes in deeper and deeper. Her hands wrap around the back of my knees so she can angle in even deeper. Once she’s finally in to the hilt, we both groan in unison. Our cunts are lined up perfectly—her throbbing core fits right against mine.

“Fuck me, babe,” I demand as I open my eyes.

I watch in the mirror as she pulls her hips back and thrusts in again. The sting of the stretch turns to tingles of pleasure as I adjust to the girth. The ridges of the cock rub against my inner walls with every pass. I roll my hips in time with her movements. Every time she jerks her hips forward the muscles of her full ass contract. Our breasts both sway as we fuck each other, the tips of our hardened nipples flicking against another in the most delightful way.

A finger on my chin pulls my eyes from the mirror. I turn my head to the side and am met with the sight of Luke’s hard length. He’s watching me with so much heated desire that I may burst into flames under his gaze. His large fingers are wrapped around his throbbing cock. Each thrust of Celeste into me shakes my entire body, shoving me closer to his awaiting head.

“Open,” he commands as he rubs the throbbing crown against my lips.

“You can’t,” I manage to blurt out between panting breaths as Celeste ruts into me ruthlessly. Her grip on my legs is bruisingly tight as she uses it to get leverage and fuck me even deeper. “The piercings. They’ll get infected.”

“Good thing I have a professional piercer at my disposal to clean them thoroughly after,” he grits out as his fingers slide into my hair, using his hold to tilt my head back slightly.

“You can’t, Lu—”

He takes the opportunity of having my mouth open in protest to shove his length inside of me. He thrusts himself aggressively down my throat as I gag around him. I try to pull back but he holds me in place with his grip on my hair. His head falls back and a satisfied moan leaves his lips as his cock throbs inside of me. The feel of being filled by both of them is unbearable. I’ve never felt this used, or this loved.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groans as he pulls back, allowing me to suck in air. He pushes back inside my mouth before using his hold on my hair to turn my eyes back to the mirror. “Watch as you fall apart around both our cocks,” he demands before pumping his hips and shoving his cock back down my throat.

I can’t pull my eyes away as I watch the two of them fuck me with a wild abandon that’s utterly hypnotic. Both their hips thrust back and forth at a merciless pace; their skin glistens with perspiration and their faces contort as they both use my body. Tears and snot run down my face and my skin is red where Celeste is holding me. Both cocks stretch my holes so wide that my skin is stretched thin—it’s incredible.

I feel another orgasm rising as they both drive deeper inside me, demanding my pleasure. I begin to move with them, all of us finding a rhythm as we groan, pant, and writhe together. Celeste drops one of my legs, her hand moving to my core. She uses her little fingers to rub soft circles over my throbbing clit. The extra touch is exactly what I need to fall into the chaos of release.

“Fuck, I’m going to blow already,” Luke grits through clenched teeth. “Come for us, Flower.”

His cock twitches in my mouth before his salty release coats my mouth. He roars as rope after rope of sticky release spurts down my throat and mouth. I choke around him, causing cum to drip down the sides of my face.

“Take all my cum, love. Don’t waste a fucking drop.” He pants as he holds me tightly against him.

Watching his release pushes me over the edge. I scream around his length as my pussy clamps down around the cock inside me. I jerk as my entire body contracts with endless waves of pleasure. Every cell in my body explodes as my orgasm reaches its peak.

“That’s it, baby, cream all over my cock,” Celeste praises me as she pinches my tender clit. I scream again which elicits a chuckle from Luke.

He slowly pulls himself from my mouth. As my orgasm fades, Celeste gently pulls herself from inside me. I slump at the loss of them, my tender body sore and throbbing. I’m a dripping mess of cum and sweat, and I’ve never felt better. With a satisfied smile plastered to my face, I close my eyes and lean my head back against the plush cushions of the chair.

“Thank you,” I whisper to them.

Strong arms wrap around me, lifting me to carry me away. A soft kiss is placed against my temple. “You did so good for us, Flower. Let’s get you cleaned up and tucked into bed.”