Page 54 of At Their Mercy: Part I

The game starts now.

I reached for Master first, ’cause I knew my voyeurs. When they were rock hard, they needed some action. Like Owner was right now. But when they were in the mood to eye-fuck, they weren’t always that hard. So yeah, Owner was first up!

I threw myself into a kiss, and I even managed to roll us over so I was on top. We made out deeply, ’cause I needed every taste. I loved, loved, loved feeling his tongue against mine. Also, it sent shivery reminders of all the times he licked me.

Daddy inched back, but not completely. It didn’t escape my notice that he’d grabbed the oil we liked to use, and he was slicking himself up. Then he coated Owner’s cock and my cock—nope, kidding, my ass. I moaned into a kiss as Daddy’s fingers entered me.

He liked to finger me a lot.

I yelped and bucked my hips when I suddenly felt more than fingers. Oh my God, Daddy was evidently gonna do more than watch. He circled my ass with his tongue and teased me like a Sadist.

No begging, no begging.

I refocused, as best as I could, on Master.

And he didn’t let me lead for very long. When he decided he’d had enough, he took over and rolled me onto my back again. I landed on the mattress, my stomach doing a little flip, and he covered half of my body with his own and kissed me hard. Then he nudged my legs apart, maybe for the camera. Okay, so he didn’t want me to hitch a leg over his hip or anything. He wanted me open.

Daddy pushed up one of my knees too, so I really looked like I was showing the camera everything.

Owner grunted into a messy kiss and slipped a hand up to my throat. I didn’t know what Daddy was doing back there, and I couldn’t concentrate on everything. The baby whore just wanted cock, and Master’s was within reach. I wanted to swallow him.

I sat up a little and made my intentions clear when I tried to scoot lower, but he had another idea. He got on one knee instead, and he guided my head to his cock. No prelude, no easing into things. He pushed me down on him until my nose was smushed against his pubic bone.

Fuck me, fuck me. My thoughts spiraled as the edges of my senses tinted with panic, but I recovered quickly. I wasn’t new. I zeroed in on his pleasure, breathed in through my nose when I could, and let him fuck my throat however roughly he wanted.

His shallow breaths told me everything I needed to know about how needy he was.

Soon, he brought his other hand to my head too, and he held me firmly in place and fucked my throat raw. Fast and hard, until he was moaning and groaning without filters.

He was so fucking hot.

He also liked edging himself sometimes.

Eventually, he slowed down and breathed through gritted teeth, then pulled out altogether.

I coughed and narrowly avoided gagging, and I wiped my mouth and sniffled.

“Sit on me, little pup,” he whispered.

No response. I just pushed him down onto his back and straddled him like a good fuck-puppy.

I loved being his fuck-puppy.

I wanted to hear him call me that again. It’d been days.

Gripping the base of his cock, I positioned myself over him and took him in slowly. After having been fucked by my two beasts simultaneously, this stretchy pain didn’t affect me as much anymore. It still hurt, but it was endurable.

Maybe it wouldn’t be if they didn’t insist on me being religious about my Kegels.

Sadists.

Once he was buried all the way in, I let out a shaky breath and wriggled on top of him.

Daddy came up behind me, and I felt his hands down there, where Master and I were joined. Daddy didn’t say anything; he just showed me how to do it. He guided my movements and let me know how I should fuck myself on Owner’s cock.

Like this, Daddy? Am I doing it right?

He kissed me over my shoulder and snaked his tongue around mine. Oh fuck—he circled a finger around my opening, pushing and prodding. Master liked it. He groaned and gripped my hips.