I collapsed forward as Knox let out a roar of bliss as Lex came around his cock, begging for his come to fill her up.
When we all finally stopped moving, we were a tangled mess on the bed, all gasping and panting for air, as we came down off yet another incredible high.
Lex moved first, crawling over Knox and me to wedge her way between next to Hannah, kissing her deeply. I sat up enough to watch as Lex leisurely used her sensuality to draw Hannah’s arousal back up after their orgasms until they were rocking against each other and playing with their bodies.
“Again?” I scoffed in disbelief.
Lex looked over her shoulder at me and her eyelids fluttered closed as Hannah took the opportunity to lower her lips to Lex’s nipple, sucking on one while pinching the other.
“Yes. Again.” Lex hummed, dragging her fingers through Hannah’s long hair, holding her to her tit. “And again and again, until I can make Hannah understand just how fucking blessed I am that she fell for me and invited me into this relationship.” Lex turned back around to Hannah, who looked up from her tits and licked her lips as Lex went on. “Because nothing in the world has ever felt as right as being here with the three of you. And I’m going to spend all of my free time showing my appreciation to our girl.”
“That’s an idea I can get behind.” Knox chirped from the other end of the bed. “In about ten minutes.” He threw his arm over his face as the girls giggled. “I came so hard I think my left nut completely sucked itself up into my body.”
“And they wonder why I desired the sensitive and sensual touch of a woman.” Hannah deadpanned, lowering her lips to Lex’s nipple again to continue her fun.
“I wonder none.” Laying back on the pillow to watch the girls, already feeling the buzz of need burning in my cock again. “I totally see the appeal.”
Epilogue – Hannah
Six Months Later
“Ouch.” I hissed as the needle ran across my skin. “How do you stand this?”
I looked over my shoulder to where Lex was bent over my ass, stabbing it a million times over with a needle and branding me with ink. Sure, I’d had to beg her to do it in the first place, but I was having doubts halfway through.
“I usually sleep through them.” She responded, and I could hear the smirk in her voice. I wanted to kick her but figured the word Daddy’s sluf tattooed instead of Daddy’s slut wasn’t worth the risk. “You’re doing so good, baby.”
“Oh shut up,” I argued, feeling as sour as humanly possible for no reason other than I hated pain.
I should have known better than to get so mouthy, but the pain made me do weird things. Only half a second after the words escaped my mouth, she landed a forceful blow on my other ass cheek with such power that I was surprised it wasn’t Brody’s strength instead of hers.
“Ouch!” I hissed, covering my bare ass where she spanked me. “The latex gloves really add to the sting.”
“You deserved it.” She deadpanned. “Stop being a baby and think of how good Brody’s going to fuck you tonight for wearing his brand.”
With a whine in my voice, I declared, “I can’t do this. I still have one more to go.” I couldn’t just wear a permanent mark for Brody when I loved three people equally, which meant three fresh tattoos.
She sighed and set her tools down and pulled off her gloves. I hated being so whiny, but I couldn’t help it. My emotions were all over the place.
“Sit up.” She commanded, walking over to her things in the corner and grabbing a satin bag out of it.
“What’s that?” I got up to my knees, careful not to touch anything against the burning hell fire on my ass.
“Be quiet, and just do as you're told.” She demanded, and I bit my lip to keep from refusing. She was my Domme at the moment, that much was clear by her tone, and I was to obey. But everything inside of me wanted to rebel. “Spread your legs and lean forward on your hands.”
“Why—”
Smack.
“Oof.” I groaned as my cheek lit up on fire again.
“I told you when you begged me to brand you, that you were going to follow my rules or I wasn’t going to do it. So follow my rules. Leg spread, lean forward.”
I was completely naked other than my red bralette because the place she was tattooing was directly where my underwear waistband rode right above my ass cheeks.
I stared at her over my shoulder as I slowly, and as seductively as possible, spread my knees as wide as the table would allow and then bent forward, popping my ass out for her as she instructed.
“That’s my good girl.” She praised, running her hand down my back to my cheek, currently not being stabbed to death, and shook it a little. “I like it when you follow my rules.”
“You like it more when I’m a brat.” I pouted and then held my breath in anticipation as she pulled something from the bag and put it on the tattoo bed beneath me.
“You like being a brat so I can tame the naughty out of you,” She countered, leaning against my side so her lips were right by my face. “And if you would have told me the day I met you that you were such a naughty little slut, begging to be punished, I would have laughed in your face.”
“You brought it out of me.” I purred, leaning forward so my lips brushed hers. Moments ago I had been in agony, yet with a little attention and some commands, I was purring and dripping for her. It was fucking magic.
Her fingers dipped between my thighs and rolled over my clit and then to my pussy lips. She hummed as she ran my wetness over my hole before dipping one finger into me. “I love it when you’re my sexy little brat.” She purred back against my lips. “And I love watching Brody and Knox fuck you like a little slut when you get in these moods.”
“Maybe we should have let them know what we were doing today.” I licked her lips and moaned when she put another finger into me. It never ceased to amaze me how wet she could make me, and as she took my wetness and rubbed it all over my pussy again, I moaned in need.
“No need.” She spanked my clit lightly, “I have everything you need for an attitude adjustment. Sit down.”
I paused, and she cocked her brow at me, daring me to defy her. I slowly lowered my pussy down and felt something stiff brush against me far sooner than the table would have.
“All the way.” She demanded when I froze and pushed me further until whatever she put below me slid inside of my pussy and nestled against my entire body, front to back.
I looked down between my legs and saw something neon pink and silicone lying flat against the table with something that looked like a hotdog in a bun lying atop. The piece inside of me felt like a thick plug, it wasn’t deep but it was wide, filling me up.
“This toy is going to tickle your clit and your ass.” She explained, and I rocked my hips to test it out. Ridges and grooves lined the entire length of it, rubbing across my clit and my ass with every move. “It’s called a grinder vibe pad. I bought it just for you.”
