Page 64 of Eternal Pieces
“Forever.”
Max tosses his brother the rope, and he binds my ankles to the bottom of the bed. Again, I resist enough to make it fun.
“Shereallywants this.” I can hear Maddox’s grin. Sliding his finger under the rope, he checks it’s not too tight. The softness of it reminds me of the rope we have in the bedroom drawer at home. They came prepared.
“You going to be a good girl and lie back?” Max grabs my hair and presses the side of his head to mine. The feel of his mask against my skin makes my pussy wet. “I don’t want to have to force you.”
I gulp. I’m sure he’d love to force me. Let’s see how much restraint he has.
With a naughty grin on my face, I gently roll my nipple between my fingers and slide my other hand down under my bump to my pussy. I have to arch my back to reach. Maddox makes a whining noise as he watches me part myself.
Max grips my chin tight and starts pushing me backward. “On your back, whore.”
“Only if you both strip first.”
There’s a pause. The only sound in the room is my wet pussy as I finger myself. Their masks turn to face each other, and Max nods once.
I stop what I’m doing and lean back so I can watch them both slowly remove their clothes, leaving only the masks on. I’m reminded of how they got me pregnant in the first place. Our chase through the snow that should have been terrifying, but was safe and exciting, all because of them.
Their cocks stand proud and I intend to give them the full attention they deserve. I reach out to touch them, but forget my ankles are restrained. “Come closer,” I whine, stretching my fingers out.
“Seems our little whore is not so obedient anymore. Shall we teach her some manners?” Maddox picks up the bat and trails it loosely from my ankle to my chin. I shudder with the need to have their warm hands on me and not cold metal. “Let’s teach her how to be our good little wife.”
“Lie. Down.” Max clips out, and this time I do as he says. “Arms up.” They each take a wrist and secure me to the bed frame. The way Max is so in control has me melting into submission.
“What happens next?”
I’m answered by Max’s firm hand squeezing my breast.
“Ah. Careful. I’m sore. Didn’t have a chance to express yet.”
His fingers linger on my nipple, and he teases it, working the tight flesh of my breast until my milk starts dribbling out. He lifts his mask enough for his tongue to poke out and lick up the droplets.
“Max,” I sigh, my body squirming. I try to rub my thighs together, but my legs are spread too wide.
He pulls back, the mask falling back into place, and grabs something out of my bag next to the bed. My manual breast pumps. I’m not supposed to use it much in case it stimulates contractions, but since my breasts are overly full, my midwife gave me the okay to use it now and then to relieve the pain. Seems like now is one of those times.
I’m panting as I watch Max secure a pump to each of my breasts. My body works itself into an intense frenzy of lust and need.
His hands hover over them. Taunting me. Building up my nerves.
I’m unsure how this is going to feel, being tied up so helplessly as my breasts are pumped.
Max squeezes and my nipples are sucked tight into the silicone. He’s slow and gentle at first, letting me really feel each pump. As soon as I get used to it, he speeds up.
My back arches as my nipples feel the full brunt of his squeezes, and my milk releases.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Maddox groans, stroking his cock fast next to my face, one knee on the bed. “Open your mouth, baby. I want you to suck me while I watch you being milked.”
He grabs my hair, lifting my head and shuffling closer until his cock is pushing at my lips. I don’t wait to let him in. Salty precum paints my tongue as he slides in slowly, teasing my throat, making drool leak out of the corners of my mouth.
I want to see his face. Touch his skin. Hear his natural whimpers, not the artificial sounds of the mask. But I’m denied it all.
I’m so focused on Maddox that I don’t realize Max has gone between my legs until I feel his tongue down there. He keeps one hand on a pump, and Maddox takes over squeezing the one closest to him.
The sensations of Maddox teasing my mouth, the suction on my nipples, and Max’s tongue are all too much yet not enough at the same time.
All I can do is moan around Maddox, my fingers and toes curling as I silently beg them to let me touch them.
