LOGINThe moment Christian’s second hand broke free from the satin scarf, the air in the room changed completely. But Christian wasn't completely free yet.He slowly rose to a seated position, his shoulders heaving as he drew in ragged breaths. “You girls thought this was a game, didn't you?” Christian’s voice came out with a low and gravelly vibration. He tried to move but his ankles were still tied. His eyes were pitch black, locking onto the bottom of the bed where his ankles were still bound tight to the footboard by our scarves.He didn't waste a single second as he tried to untangle the knots. He leaned forward, his back flexed as he reached down gripping the silk around his ankles with his hands and ripped it off. Nora was pushing herself up onto her elbows, her dark hair completely disheveled from where he had tangled his fingers into it. He grabbed Nora by the ankle dragging her flat onto her back down the center of the bed. At the same time, his other hand snapped out wrapping
I arched my back off the bed with a scream as Christian's tongue invaded my throbbing clit. He ate me like the hungry man that he was. “Hmmm.” I moaned, threading my hand through his hair. “Yes Daddy, that's it.” Every slick stroke of his tongue against my piercing had my thighs trembling, the friction sending waves of electricity through me. I looked down at him, a smug smile stretching across my lips despite the intense pleasure. He was completely undone.But I wasn't the only one watching. Nora slowly climbed onto the bed beside me her eyes were dark with lust as she watched me ride Christian’s face. “He’s really doing it,” she whispered in awe. She reached down and squeezed my ass lightly before moving lower to Christian's chest, then lower, palming the massive bulge straining against his boxers.Christian groaned loudly into my pussy, his tongue pushed inside me, fucking me with it while his nose rubbed my clit. I rode his face harder, grinding shamelessly, my juices smearing
The house had been awfully quiet since Mom died. She was never around much during the week anyway because of her long shifts but her absence still left a heavy silence behind. Christian had completely shut down. Ever since that phone call interrupted me while I was on my knees with his cock down my throat, he’d been drowning in grief. Something broke in him when he saw Mom's bloodied and pale body laying lifeless on the hospital bed. I watched him crumble that day, tears streaming down his face as he held her hand. That was the first time I’d seen a grown man completely break down and cry. It was almost funny in a twisted way because she wasn’t even really his wife. She was his first wife, and he was Mom’s first real husband. Our so-called biological father had abandoned Mom when she was pregnant with us at a young age. We stayed with our grandparents until Mom graduated college and could finally take care of us. Seeing her like that in the hospital made my heart ache a little, but
It had been a whole week since that wild night with Nora. Seven days of pure torture brushing against Christian in the hallway, wearing the tiniest shorts around the house. Nora had been doing her part too, but today she left for college early, leaving me home alone with him. Mom had already rushed out at 5:30 a.m. for her hospital shift.A wicked smirk played on my lips as I faintly heard the front door click shut. Nora had left now's my chance. I threw off my duvet, I didn't bother putting on pants. I just threw on an oversized silk button-up shirt, leaving it completely open as I padded down the hallway toward the master suite. Nora thought we were playing a fair tug-of-war, but she wasn’t here right now, it was just me. I slipped into their bedroom, closing the heavy wooden door silently behind me. The bedroom was quiet, but from the attached bathroom, I could hear the shower running and the faint scent of his soap. I walked over to his unmade bed and sat casually on the edge o
Nora's head snapped towards me as she realized that she'd been caught. But she didn't stop, a smirk played across her face as she continued pumping her fingers in and out of herself. I should have called her out for spying or better yet walk away, but I don't know what prompted me. Maybe it was the fact that I was frustrated about my encounter with Christian. I moved right in front of Nora, my gaze never leaving hers as I slid my hands beneath her shorts, cupping her hand as my fingers moved in tandem with hers, sliding in and out of her wet folds. Nora gasped, her walls clenching tight around our joined fingers.“Shh,” I mouthed, pressing a finger to my lips as Mom’s loud, breathy moan echoed from their bedroom down the hall.Nora whimpered, her body trembling. Before she could make another sound, I pulled our hands free, grabbed her wrist, and quietly dragged her back to our bedroom, locking the door behind us with a soft click.Without a word I grabbed Nora and pulled her towards
“Well, how do you expect me to tie it? I haven't exactly tied someone up before,” I practically barked at Nora.She was always trying to make a big deal out of everything. Instead of us hurrying up before he woke up, she was busy complaining about how his legs weren't properly angled. Honestly, I was getting sick of it.“There,” I said as I angrily dropped the satin scarf for her to ‘continue’ the tying. “Do it yourself.”She huffed a sigh as she made her way toward me at the foot of the bed and took over the knots. I just stood there, folding my arms tightly across my chest.Suddenly, Christian started stirring. Nora quickly pulled the satin scarf tight around his ankle just as he pried his eyes open.“Wha… what's happening?” he asked, his voice thick with sleep. He tried to yank his hands free, but the tie that Nora had already wrapped securely around his arms completely restrained him.He tried to twist around as he looked down at the foot of the bed at Nora, who was smoothing dow







