Cuffs

Four: Cuffs.

(Katricia’s POV)

"Take off the night dress."

The command sent a victorious thrill through me. I fucking knew it. No one could resist me for long, not even him.

He had crushed my ego so badly when he rejected me in the garden right in front of Nelson. No one had ever turned me down before. But the second he begged with that desperate “please,” all my confidence came rushing back tenfold.

I held back a smirk and looked him straight in the eyes as I slowly pushed the already-loosened nightgown the rest of the way down my body. I lifted my hips slightly, letting the gown slip completely off and tossing it aside, leaving me fully naked on his sheets.

Jameson’s breathing grew ragged, his eyes devouring every inch of me. My hard nipples tightened under his intense stare.

“Turn around properly. Face down… ass up.” His voice came out raspy.

My blood pumped with fresh excitement. Without hesitation, I turned on the bed, making sure to move slowly and sexily for him. I planted my knees wide apart, arched my back deeply, and lowered my upper body until my cheek pressed against the sheets.

My heart raced as I pushed my ass high into the air, spreading my thighs even more so he had a perfect view of my pussy.

“Like this?” I purred, glancing back at him over my shoulders. He had this dark, hungry look on his face that made me bit down hard on my lip.

I couldn't help but moan softly when his big hand suddenly groped my ass from behind, squeezing the soft flesh possessively.

"You must be so fucking pleased with yourself," he growled through gritted teeth likea he hated himself for giving in. "Finally got me to want this pussy like Nelson. Happy now?"

"Oh please, Jameson," I shot back, a soft breathy laugh escaping my lips. "You've been dying to fuck me for months. Jerking off to my videos every single night. I don't care if you didn't know it was me, I still made that dick hard. And you're just a scared little aasshole who's too afraid to take what he wants unlike Nelson."

A gasp slipped past my lips when his palm came down hard on my right ass cheek, sending a bolt of heat straight to my core.

"Shut the fuck up," he snarled, spanking me again even harder on my other cheek making me whimper loudly, the pain melting into an addictive pleasure. "You don't get to run that mouth when you're the one presenting your cunt to me."

I couldn't help but push my ass back toward even more, desperate for more of those hard spanks that sent a delicious heat straight inside me.

There was just something about Jameson that sets me on fire in a completely differently. With Nelson, I'd felt like been in control, dominating him. But with Jameson...I like submitting to him, like being his good little submissive.

"Is that all you've got, Jameson?" I should probably stay quiet, but there’s this thrilling rush I get whenever I manage to rile him up. It’s quickly becoming my favorite habit.

“Spank me harder if you’re so mad at yourself for giving in to me.”

"I said, shut the fuck up!"

His palm came down hard again then another and another. He kept spanking me relentlessly until my ass was on fire and I was gripping the sheets, whimpering, shaking and dripping.

"Nelson’s your favourite, huh?” His hot breath brushed over my soaked pussy, making me shiver. I sighed softly when he pressed a wet kiss on my burning ass cheek.

Fuck… his mouth feels so good even when he’s mad.

“Did Nelson get you this fucking wet? Would he eat your pussy like I will?”

"Of course, brother." Nelson’s voice suddenly filled the room, making my eyes widen in shock. I turned my head to see him standing by the dooor with that familiar cocky curl on his lips.

How the fuck did he get in without us hearing? I thought I had locked the door.

"The door was unlocked," Nelson said casually, stepping inside and locking it behind him. "And since I was hearing our little sister's sweet moans, I decided to come in and see what my brother is doing to her. Oh, I'm not surprised… but I'm hurt that I wasn't invited to the party." He pouted playfully.

I was still frozen in position when Jameson chuckled lowly.

"Since I had to watch you fucking Kat in the garden," Jameson smirked, his hand still gripping my sore ass, "you'll have to sit back and watch me eat her pussy better than you ever could… and fuck her better than you did."

Oh my god… My heart pounded wildly. They're going to share me?

The thought terrified me and turned me on more than I wanted to admit.

"Sure thing, brother," Nelson’s eyes glinted with dangerous excitement as he poured himself a glass of tequila, never breaking eye eye contact with me. "I'm just gonna sit back here, watch, and enjoy the show. Oh, and I'll make sure to record this interesting little movie for us to watch later."

My face went pale.

What the hell is he up to? The idea of them having video of me like this made my stomach flip, but my pussy clenched at the same time. Fuck… why does that turn me on?

"I don't want anyone recording..." I tried to protest but Jameson suddenly pushed me onto my back, spreading my legs wide opean with strong hands.

I gulped hard when he licked his lips slowly while staring hungrily at my dripping pussy, then glanced back at Nelson, who was also staring at that area with a look on his face that sent a shiver down my spine.

"Get me something to tie her hands with," Jameson told Nelson and my heart skipped.

What are they going to do to me?

Nelson smirked and disappeared into the closet for a moment before returning with a pair of sturdy black cuffs.

Jameson grinned devilishly as he took them from his brother.

Oh hell… I think I'm fucked.