Page 32 of Dollhouse

“Now,” Noah growls, grabbing my tied wrists and tugging down until my knees slide to the side, and my slick center meet’s Bo’s mouth.

I gasp as he groans against me, and someone's hands curl around my thighs to hold them in place as his tongue runs up to my clit and sucks it between his slick mouth. Moaning around the stocking, my hands clench tightly in their bindings as my head falls back.

God, it feels sogood. Bo’s hot mouth on me, and the starving way I know the cousin’s watch us making my body heat.

“JesusfuckingChrist,” Jesse says from somewhere behind me. “Did we not kidnap the two finest little captives on Earth?”

My heart flutters at the praise, and Bo seems to groan in appreciation as his tongue and mouth continue worshipping me.

I wish I could see. I want to see Bo’s face as his baby blue eyes lazily watch the pleasure take over my body. I want to see Jesse as he fixates on Bo’s mouth on me, knowing how much he loves the way we look together.

But most of all, I want Noah’s piercing eyes locked on my face, to see the slightly sadistic look in them as he directs me and tells me what he wants me to do.

He was wrong last night. I do want to be his doll. His to command and bend and use.Sometimes. Only at times like this.

I want to please him, I crave that moment when he’s watching me obey and then his control snaps and he has to be inside me. I live for that, it’s everything.

I garble against my stocking and I hear Noah’s dark chuckle above me as I try to scoot up to let Bo breathe, but no. Noah’s hands grip my shoulders and push me back down, and the vibration from Bo’s moan has me mewling again into my stuffed mouth.

“Bo’s trying to eat, baby, don’t make it harder for him.”

He finally pulls the stocking free when he can’t make out my returning grumble. “What was that, Angel?”

“Please, I need to see you. Please, please, Oh mygod—” Bo’s teeth gently clamp on my clit and my legs start shaking. “Noah, I can’t stop, please let me see you all.”

I feel the ribbon slip off and I blink up at him as he stands above me, his eyes darkened with lust. “You can’t stop what, Emma?”

“I’m going to come,” I whine. “Can I please?”

“Oh, fuck,” Jesse says, almost purring, and I look back to see him fisting his own cock. “Em, you’re such a good girl, aren’t you?”

I look up at Noah, waiting for him to say the words as his thumb reaches out and brushes along my lips, the electricity between us zinging through me. My legs shake when Bo’s tongue slides inside me, and I fall forward, Noah catching me and holding me up by my hair as I break.

He tuts as my body stiffens, involuntarily grinding on Bo’s tongue as I lose myself completely. “Oh no, Em,” he says with fake regret. “Jesse, did you give her permission?

Jesse shakes his head, groaning as he twists his hands around his hard dick.

Noah tuts. “I didn’t give it to you either, Angel.” He reaches around, untangling the icicles binding my wrists, and my stomach flips as he kisses me softly, a tease as his hungry eyes consume me. Teeth sink into my bottom lip, and I gasp as I’m pulled off Bo and flipped over onto my hands and knees on the table, watching hungrily as Jesse wraps his hands around Bo’s neck and guides him to his knees in front of me, unbinding his hands.

Jesse’s looming figure stands tall behind Bo, his mouth dropping a chain of kisses on his collarbone as he puts a large hand on the back of my head. “Say thank you to Bo, baby.”

He tugs my head to Bo’s groin, my face rubbing against his hard length through his sweatpants. The aftershocks of my orgasm still pulsing through me, I barely have time to recover when I watch Bo slide his hand inside them, and pull himself free. Jesse’s hand on the back of my head tilts my head up so that my eyes meet theirs, my mouth falling open.

It’s Bo, not Jesse, that places his thumb on my tongue, brushing along it to the small pool of saliva collecting there, and smoothing the wetness across my lips. “Ready, Em?” His voice is low, choking as Jesse’s hand slides down his side, flexing on his hip.

Noah slowly strolls to stand behind me. I’m fiercely aware of his presence there as he watches them tease me while my own pleasure still drips down my thighs.

I nod, wide eyes locked on Bo’s face as I take him into my mouth, reveling in the way his shutter closed and his hips roll to try and reach my throat.

“How’s that feel, Bo?” Noah asks as he places a knee on the table behind me, his hands gripping my hips as he lines up behind me. “Nothing like those wide eyes while she sucks you off, right?”

I whimper when his fingers dig into my hips and he slides inside me, the vibration in my mouth making Bo’s breath hitch.

“Now, what is it you always say to Emma?” Jesse asks him, continuing his assault on Bo’s neck with his mouth as he shifts behind Bo. The sweatpants he wears are tugged lower, and a moment later, Bo’s hips are ground into my face when Jesse slowly pushes inside him.

I pause as Bo moans, biting his lip as he rolls his hips into my mouth, picking up speed as he grips my head. “I’ll always take care of her,” he bites out in response.

“You did such a good job of that today, sweet boy,” Jesse praises as he fucks him harder, and we sync into a perfect tempo, him thrusting into Bo from behind and my mouth, waiting to take him as deep as I can each time. Noah’s deep, even strokes are slamming into me from behind as he watches us.