"Perfect," Dmitri praises, his accent thicker as his control slips. "So good with your mouth,lyubimaya."
I don't know what the word means, but the tone is unmistakable. Approval, praise, and desire at the same time. It spurs me on, makes me take him deeper, work him harder.
Zayn's hands are on my hips now, guiding me to rock back against the toy, increasing the pressure, the friction. "That's it," he encourages. "Work yourself on it, show us how much you like it."
I comply eagerly, finding a rhythm that has me moaning around Dmitri's length. The vibrations inside me increase in intensity, pushing me closer to the edge with each movement.
"Are you going to come like this?" Zayn asks, his voice rough with arousal. "With your pussy and your mouth stuffed so full? Show us, good girl. Show us how perfectly you take it all."
His words, the praise, the multiple sensations, it's too much. I come with a muffled cry, my body spasming around the toy as waves of pleasure crash through me. Dmitri's hand tightens in my hair, holding me steady as I ride out the intensity of the whole ordeal.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, watching me fall apart.
As I come down from the high, trembling and oversensitive, Dmitri gently pulls me off him. I make a sound of protest, sinceI wanted to finish him again, but he shushes me with a tender kiss.
"Is okay," he assures me. "We have time. No rush. Don't want to overwhelm you."
Zayn carefully deactivates the toy, the vibrations ceasing, leaving me with just the fullness of the artificial knot. It's not fully inflated, but if I'm going to take the real thing, I need practice with it coming out, too. It's about as deflated as a real knot would be. "I'm going to take it out now, beautiful," he says, his touch gentle on my hip. "Relax for me."
I try to comply, focusing on releasing my coiled muscles as he slowly, carefully withdraws the toy. It catches on my rim, but pops out just on the verge of causing pain. The emptiness that follows is almost disappointing, my body already missing the fullness.
"How do you feel?" Zayn asks, setting the toy aside and stretching out beside me.
"Like I was just spit roasted between two tree trunks," I admit, my voice rough from exertion.
Dmitri chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest where my head now rests. "Our little designer is a poet, too. So descriptive."
"Hush, you," I mumble, too blissed out to manage a better comeback. "Words are hard right now."
"You did beautifully," Zayn says, squeezing my hip in approval. "Took it like you were made for it."
"Does that mean... next time...?" I let the question hang, not quite able to articulate what I'm asking.
"One step at a time," Dmitri says firmly, pressing a kiss to the side of my head. "This was first step. There will probably be a few more before we can actually pop a knot in you without it hurting too much."
"But you're on the right track," Zayn assures me, his usual acerbic nature tempered with genuine warmth. I can't believe this side of him exists. I certainly never expected he'd be a praise dom in the bedroom. "If you keep taking instruction so well, being such a good girl for us, you'll be ready before you know it."
The praise sends one last shiver of pleasure through me, even as exhaustion starts to pull at my consciousness. "I like it when you say that," I admit quietly, the post-orgasmic haze making me braver than I might otherwise be.
"Say what?" Zayn asks, though the knowing glint in his eye suggests he already knows.
"When you call me your good girl," I clarify, feeling my cheeks heat. "I like... being told I'm doing well."
"Praise kink," Zayn identifies immediately, looking pleased with the discovery. He gives me an absolutely devastating wink. "Interesting."
"Very," Dmitri agrees, his large hand stroking soothingly along my spine. "We'll remember."
I should probably be embarrassed by how quickly they've categorized this newly discovered aspect of my sexuality, but I'm too content, too worn out to care. Instead, I let myself sink into their combined warmth, sandwiched between two very different men who, somehow, both make me feel equally safe.
"Rest," Dmitri murmurs, pulling a light blanket over us. "Dinner won't be ready for while yet, judging by all the clanging pots going on out there."
I hadn't even noticed, but alphas definitely have more sensitive hearing.
"Mmm," I manage, already drifting. "Wake me for food?"
"Promise," Zayn assures me, pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss to my shoulder. "Can't have our good girl going hungry, can we?"
I smile, letting their continued praise wash over me as I slip toward sleep, thoroughly satisfied and looking forward to whatever comes next.
