Mike got out of bed, and I moved closer to my boyfriend. His brow furrowed, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled deeply.

"Will you be a good boy if I release you?"

My voice quivered with anxiety as I stared into David's piercing gaze, fearful that he would lash out in anger. His jaw tightened as his eyes darted between me and Mike, contemplating his response. After what seemed like an eternity, he inhaled deeply and gave a hesitant nod.

First, I reached behind David's head with caution to unfasten the gag that had kept him silent. He shifted his jaw slightly, as if attempting to relax the stiffness. A wave of uncertainty washed over me, heightened by his unreadable expression. My stomach clenched as I considered the next step—removing the handcuffs. The air was thick with suspense, leaving me unsure and slightly concerned about David's reaction once he was free.

"Will you behave?" I inquired once more, looking for reassurance.

"Of course. I am a... what did you call me? A good boy," he replied, his tone sharp.

After a brief hesitation, I uncuffed him and sat back down on my knees beside him. When his wrists were free, David reached out, his hands firmly pressing against my shoulders, pushing me back onto the bed, his erection pressing against my cum-dripping entrance.

"This slutty cunt is mine," he growled as he pushed himself to the hilt inside of me in one fluid motion.

He grabbed my wrists and held them tightly above my head as he savagely thrust into me, each movement filled with a raw intensity that left me breathless.

"Bro, you're really rough. Maybe you should slow down a little," Mike suggested, his voice concerned.

"Trust me, she can handle it," my boyfriend assured him. "You love it, don't you slut?"

When I didn't respond, he slapped me across the right cheek. It was a stinging sensation that didn't cause any actual harm. His other hand pressed my wrists against the bed, pinning me down. I knew I could break free if I chose to, but I didn't. This was precisely the scenario I had been craving.

"Oh, yes," I whimpered, my body aching for him as he slammed into me again and again.

He teased and tormented my sensitive flesh with each thrust, his palms landing in deliciously stinging slaps against my swollen breasts. Consumed by the intoxicating sensation of his dominating aura, I couldn't suppress the primal moans that escaped my lips—a delicious concoction of ecstasy and pain. All I wanted was for him to continue pushing me to the edge. As he relentlessly filled my wet, insatiable hole, the sounds of sloshing resonated, and the rhythmic smacks of his hand against my reddened skin filled the air.

With each forceful thrust of his hips and sweet slap of his hand across my sensitive breasts, I gave up more control, willingly allowing him to trap me in a web of pleasure and masochistic yearning.My body willingly transformed into a canvas for his pleasure, naturally falling into our familiar rhythms and surrendering wholly to his touch. And oh, how he delighted in doing so, taking full advantage of my surrender.

Every touch and every thrust sent lust coursing through my veins, sucking me into a vortex of desire. David expertly choreographed the intoxicating dance of pain and pleasure, completely consuming me.

"Yes! Reclaim me!" I cried out, desperate to shatter around his cock at his command.

"There is nothing to reclaim. You are already mine," he growled, his voice dripping with possessiveness. "All your holes belong to me. Isn't that what you wanted? To be completely owned and controlled."

"Yes," I gasped, staring in awe at the intensity of his gaze.

"You are mine to do with as I will. Your body, your pleasure, your pain—all of it is mine to command," David declared, his words booming throughout the room, and I didn't challenge him. "And if I wish, you will offer all your holes to my friend Mike; won't you slut?" he continued, a wicked smile on his lips.

I understood what he meant. Mike's cock was enormous, and the thought of it filling my ass was both exciting and intimidating. But I was a true submissive at heart, so I nodded because I knew my ultimate goal was to please my Dom.

"Good girl. Now cum for me while Mike watches. Show him how loud you can scream!"

My walls instinctively tightened at David's command, my body responding to his dominance.

"You're mine to control and to share."

And with those words, David exploded inside of me, his seed mingling with Mike's. My walls convulsed around him, pulling the sperm deeper into me as I floated in a haze of ecstasy.

As I lay there basking in the afterglow, David turned to Mike. "See what a fucking slut my fiancée is?"

Mike nodded. "I never knew she had it in her," he admitted, his voice laced with admiration.

David smirked, satisfied with the display of power and control. With a hint of mischief in his voice, he declared, "She's only just getting started. We're going to have so much fun exploring her limits and pushing her boundaries."

Mike's eyes glowed with excitement as he prepared to embark on another journey of pleasure and exploration with David and me.

"But first," David continued, withdrawing his cum-covered cock. "Why don't you clean her up, Mike?"

Mike hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering between David and me. "Are you sure?"

David grinned, his dominance radiating from every pore. "Absolutely," he replied. "I want you to taste and feel her. Show her just how much we can make her quiver."

Mike's hesitation melted away as he moved on the bed to kneel between my legs. His hands gently parted my thighs as he leaned in, his warm breath teasing my sensitive flesh. I couldn't help but tremble and moan with delight as his tongue skimmed across my delicate, slippery folds.

"You like it, don't you, slut?" David's words pierced through the air.

Mike's tongue dove deep into me, exploring every inch with fervor. David grabbed my hair and pulled me closer to him, his grip firm and demanding.

"Answer me," he growled into my ear.

I nodded, unable to form words as the sensations overwhelmed me. Mike continued his skilled ministrations, driving me closer to the edge with each flick of his tongue. David slapped my cheek, the sharp sting sending a jolt through my body.

"Say it," David barked, tightening his grip on my hair. "Say you enjoy being treated like this," David barked, tightening his grip on my hair. "Slut," he hissed.

His words, though degrading, sent a surge of excitement through me, and I mustered the courage to speak, my voice barely a whisper.

"Yes," I breathed. "I'm a slut, and I enjoy being dominated."

David's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he released his grip on my hair, allowing me to catch my breath momentarily.

"Suck on her clit," David commanded, and Mike obediently followed his order, his lips enveloping my swollen bud.

I whimpered, driven insane by the sensation of his warm mouth on my most sensitive spot, his tongue swirling just the way I liked it. My body trembled with need as I struggled to keep the need coursing through me in check. I arched my back, gripping the sheets tightly, fighting the overwhelming desire to let go—David hasn't yet granted me permission to orgasm.

"Stop," David ordered Mike.

Mike withdrew immediately, leaving me on the verge of release, my body throbbing with desire. I looked up at David, my eyes pleading for permission to continue, desperate for the release I craved.

"Please," I breathed.

"No. Only good girls deserve to get what they want, and you've been bad, so bad," David said, his voice full of authority and disappointment.

A wave of guilt washed over me. I realized that I needed to earn his trust and prove myself before I could indulge in the pleasure I so desperately craved.

David rose from the bed and stood next to Mike, his gaze fixated on my pussy. "You really got in there, huh?" he said to Mike, smiling.

I blushed, feeling vulnerable under their intense scrutiny.

"You must have really liked the taste of my sperm," David teased Mike, who, despite his dark complexion, visibly blushed with embarrassment.

David continued, "However, there is still more to clean up."

My jaw fell open in shock as the weight of David's words hit me. Mike and I shared a tense, nervous look, both of us struggling to believe what David was suggesting.

"Bro, I'm not gay," Mike stammered.

"I know, man," David said with a chuckle. "I'm not either. But it's all good fun between friends. Just like you had a good time with my girlfriend."

Mike's eyes widened in shock, and I could see the internal struggle written all over his face. The room fell silent as we both tried to process David's proposition. I used to watch every episode of Queer as Folk, and David knew that I thought it was really erotic when Gale Harold kissed Randy Harrison. I didn't mention at the time that I fantasized about joining them in a threesome and fucking each other's brains out. But now, faced with David's unexpected suggestion, I couldn't help but wonder if he had somehow discovered my secret desires.

David locked his gaze on Mike, issuing a silent challenge. I watched, almost able to see the cogs turning in Mike's head, surprised he was even thinking about it. Although I'd heard stories about how they shared women in college, I never imagined David and Mike would be willing to try something like this, despite their adventurous and open-minded nature. It occurred to me that, in the aftermath of Mike fucking me, David was eager to reassert his dominance over him. The previous women they had shared were merely flings—nothing compared to the years-long relationship I had with David.

The intensity of their gazes and the subtle gestures they exchanged hinted at a hidden longing that had been bubbling beneath the surface for years. It was a risky proposition, one that would put their friendship to the test and could potentially change everything between us, but I couldn't deny the thrill of witnessing them explore their unspoken desires.

Mike sat on the edge of the bed, his hands resting on his knees, as he nervously glanced at David. My boyfriend grinned at him and playfully raised an eyebrow, silently encouraging Mike to take the leap. Mike reached out with a trembling hand and gently wrapped his fingers around David's soft member, and I couldn't take my gaze away.

Mike's body language indicated to me that he purposefully avoided meeting David's piercing gaze, as if unable to handle the intensity emanating from David; instead, his gaze was fixed on David's rising member. As Mike stroked him, a soft blush spread from his flushed cheeks to his neck, and David took a sharp intake of breath. I could tell my boyfriend was enjoying Mike's attention as his body visibly relaxed and a contented smile formed on his lips. It was a raw and unguarded moment, an enticing display of vulnerability.

Mike's touch made David's cock harder, eliciting low groans from him and causing his body to arch slightly. I could see Mike's hesitation in his eyes as he leaned forward—he was clearly stepping outside of his comfort zone—but his desire to please David was clear.

His lips parted, and Mike's tongue darted out to sample the remnants of their salty sperm that lingered on David's erect member. The taste seemed to fuel Mike's arousal, as he couldn't resist taking more, lapping up every last drop with an eagerness that matched David's growing need. As Mike's tongue danced around the delicate, bulbous head, David's cock twitched, and his breathing became more ragged.

The men were completely lost in the moment, and as I watched Mike's lips encircling my boyfriend's hard length, a rush of heat surged through my body. With each gentle suck on the sensitive head, David couldn't help but mutter a shuddering moan.

My walls tightened in response to the scene in front of me, which was like a carnal work of art filled with intense power dynamics. Mike was clearly taller and more muscular, yet he was the one who submitted to David, who was fit but not as imposing. In the dim light, Mike's erection was hardening and gleaming, an obvious reflection of his arousal. It was a mesmerizing display of dominance and surrender, as Mike's strength seemed to melt away under David's control. I yearned to join them, but I knew it wasn't my place.

Mike was completely engrossed in pleasing David, his movements becoming more assured as he took more of David into his mouth. David responded by placing his hand firmly on the back of Mike's head, guiding him deeper, and Mike obediently followed, his eyes finally locking with David's piercing gaze.

The men stared at each other as David began to thrust into Mike's welcoming throat. They seemed to be having too much fun, as if I wasn't even there. I couldn't deny the arousal that pulsed through me as I watched my fiancé enjoy getting a blowjob from his best friend, but a twinge of jealousy and insecurity crept in as well. What if David liked it more than being intimate with me? I could never provide him with what a man could.

"Fuck," David muttered. "Stop, or I'm gonna shoot my load."

Mike backed away from David slowly, his lips leaving a spit trail along the length of David's throbbing cock. 

"You... erm..." Mike stammered. "Can."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Mike was actually willing to let my boyfriend cum in his mouth.

"Maybe next time," David said, trying to catch his breath. He looked at me and grinned. "Right now, I have other plans."

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